#& care about u there the entire time but you pushed them away and instead clinged onto smth that was toxic and awful

[jrwiyuri]

Do u ever look at a ficitonal story and be like “man I’m ngl in the long run I just don’t think anyone will be ok ever.” That’s how I feel about d&daddies

[aphrodict]

hello ari! greetings! i see your request is open and if i may – zhongli and kaeya separately comforting gn reader who thinks they're not incompatible with the guys and started to distance themselves? main reason is because reader has an opposite personality, for example kaeya's s/o is introverted, reserved, insecure of their appearances and doesnt drink meanwhile zhongli's s/o is not knowledgeable, playful and childish. so the difference in their personality makes s/o wonder why in the first place the guys are attracted to them, when they can easily find another partner who has the same personality and interests so their life would be more entertaining. i guess this is angst with comfort? thank you and sorry in advance!

“ no matter what, i love you “

tws // mentions of insecurity, slight angst but mostly fluff!

pairing // zhongli,kaeya x gn!reader

genre // hurt/comfort

authors note // hello hello!! apologies this is quite late, but here u go :>> as they say, opposites attract! also what are u saying sorry for?? its fine, whatever it is! have a good day anon <33 im so sorry if this was ooc or not what you wanted, I tried my best since im new (??) to writing kaeya! wc: 0.5k

zhongli was confused why you had been distancing yourself for a few days now, you aren't usually the quiet type. you’ve asked him several times if he found you annoying and he said no to every single one of them. once he decided to confront you about it, his heart broke into a million pieces! he’s disappointed in himself, what did he do wrong to make you think that you're not special to him? the first thing he did was give you a hug to assure you that, no, he does not love anyone else but you. you’re special to him, and he picked you since the very beginning. zhongli would tell you everyday, starting from now, that he loves you over everyone else. that you’re the only person he enjoys being with, and that no one could replace you. if that doesn't help, he would spoil you with affection every single day. that means zhongli would be clinging around with you, he would hold your hand outside, talk to you when he sees you’re alone, and give you more kisses when you two are at home. he tries his best to gives you everything you want, just to make sure that feeling would be removed from you. zhongli may be the complete opposite of you, but that does not mean he wont stop loving you.

kaeya was slowly figuring it out, connect each piece with another. until you asked him about it when you two were cuddling during the night. it was a fine day for kaeya, but most likely not you. he was shocked! why would you feel that way? he sees you as the most beautiful person in the whole entire teyvat. when you deny this, he would constantly say its true, peppering your face with kisses. he’s trying his best to be nice to you! he stops his teasing to you for now, and he brings home some gifts for you every now and then. kaeya would buy your favorite food and stay in with you much more often. but he cant push away his duties as the captain, so he brings you with him to his office. whenever kaeya is really busy though, he asks klee and albedo to take care of you and distract you from your thoughts. you’re glad he did that! klee was adorable and you had so much fun playing and laughing with her, since albedo wasn't quite the social person, you never felt the need to talk to everyone in the room. instead he just watched over you two while doing his experiments, occasionally bringing snacks. if you’re lucky, kaeya would join in as well. spending time with your friends and your boyfriend’s affection managed to make you realize that, yes, kaeya does love you. and he loves you more than anyone else.

[touyasdoll]

Red Lights

Request from anon: hiii I’m soo shy to ask this 😩 but can u do like a Dom!Shouto umm smut ahhh thankiew u can make ur own storyline haha eeekk thankiew again✨✨

Pairing: Dom!Shouto x sub!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, PWP, dom/sub relationship, daddy kink, breath play, impact play, breeding kink, quirk play, spitting, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia

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“Fuck yes, baby girl, just like that.”

The words tumbled out of his lips like a hushed growl as juxtaposed hands worked their way into your hair; one ice cold and the other warm enough to coax sweat from your scalp immediately.

“You’re doing so good for Daddy.”

The sweet praises Shouto offered you further encouraged your efforts as you sheathed his entire cock within your mouth, your bottom lip placing soft pressure on his balls as you took him to the hilt, gagging and choking for air as your esophagus became suddenly all too full of his impressive length.

His deft fingers seized your hair in tight fists as a guttural groan rang against the walls of the living room. You could feel his thighs flex on either side of you, kneeling in your rightful place between his legs as he sat atop the couch.

Releasing his vice grip on your locks, he raked his right hand through the strands until he caught another fistful at the nape of your neck and forcefully tugged your head back.

His heterochromatic orbs bore into yours, a sadistic sheen of lust darkening them even further than the ambient red lights that shone down from the ceiling ever could.

“You’re really hungry for this cock tonight aren’t you, baby? Tell me how bad you need it and maybe I’ll let you have another taste.”

The icy coolness of his right palm soothed the heat of the sweat that had broken out over your body, but the grip he had on your hair didn’t falter.

His eyes searched your face and his left palm connected with his large member. He didn’t dare look away from your needy expression as he wrapped his fingers around his length, stroking it at an agonizingly slow pace.

Even in the dim lighting, you could see the veins on the underside of his pretty cock, stretching across the wide girth of the appendage. Just watching his fingers slowly drift up and down his shaft had you captivated and absolutely dripping with need.

You captured your bottom lip in your teeth, exhaling through your nose as your pussy clenched desperately at the emptiness between your thighs, trying in vain to catch some friction to relieve the ache deep in your belly.

The words flew from your lips, breathy and frantic with the lilt of a whine as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Please, Daddy..m’please lemme taste your cock again. I’ll be such a good girl. Need you to fill me up, pretty please, Daddy. I’d do anything just to taste you..”

Devious couldn’t begin to describe the smirk that flashed across his face. Before you got the chance to speculate what his next torture might be, you felt deliciously warm fingertips on either side of your jaw.

Your lips parted, forced open as he applied pressure, the pads of his fingers growing warmer against your flesh as you watched his jaw shift momentarily.

Finding his eyes again, you noticed his gaze drop to your open mouth as he leaned closer to you, finally relinquishing his hold on your hair.

His index finger found your bottom lip, tugging it down as he tilted his head forward and allowed a long string of saliva to pour from his mouth into your own, watching with possessive purpose as it pooled on your tongue.

“Swallow it.”

Heeding his command without question, you obeyed and felt your cunt clench even tighter as a desperate moan left your lungs.

The dirtier he made you feel, the deeper the need for you to satisfy his every want grew. He loved it. He adored it.

The way your eyes were already glassed over, still moist from the tears that pricked your eyes when you swallowed him whole. How your body reacted so beautifully to every little thing he did to you. How responsive you were to him even just looking at you the right way.

It hadn’t always been like this. When you two first got together, he had been so careful with you, as if you might break right there in his grasp if he mishandled you to even the slightest degree.

But once you had successfully assured him that you weren’t made of glass, he was willing to try out some of the things that you were interested in. He was still hesitant at first, but once he saw how your face contorted in ecstasy the first time he really tugged at your hair, he was genuinely intrigued.

The first time he heard you moan in response to the crack of his hand against your ass, he had warmed up to the idea of pushing the limits.

But the first time he saw your completely fucked out expression, tears streaming down your face as you tried in vain to beg him for more, too dumbed down by how good he was make your feel; that’s when he knew he was addicted.

Here you were again, on your knees and ready to submit to whatever he felt like subjecting you to tonight and he had nothing but time on his hands.

“Such a good little girl.” he crooned, notes of debasement peppering his tone. “Daddy’s obedient little whore. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

Fire and ice met on your face, his hands cupping both of your cheeks as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his breath against your chin.

The exhilaration of the filth pouring from his lips coupled with the pressure building between your thighs made your head swim and you clenched your eyes shut.

“Yes, D-daddy. S’all I am. Just a filthy little whore for you. Please, use m—“

Frosty fingertips found your neck and squeezed with intention, causing your eyes to snap back open to see Shouto’s darkened demeanor.

“You want me to use you, baby? I might not be nice. Are you sure you can handle this?”

The condescension in his voice and the way you now had to struggle to pull more air into your lungs made you squirm, which was exactly what he was hoping for.

His lips pressed against yours, conveying a sense or urgency with the way they collided so eagerly. The chill of his fingertips left your throat and slid up the side of your face, cupping your cheek for the briefest of moments, before pushing into your hair.

You found yourself still breathless when your lips disconnected, panting as you whispered your needy pleas to him as if making a sacrificial offering to your own personal deity.

“Please, Daddy...‘s’all I want..I’ll be so good for you..”

He groaned, his cock twitching in anticipation as both of his hands moved behind you, finding purchase in the underside of your thighs.

In one swift motion, he leaned forward, standing up from the couch and lifted your off your knees. Your legs instinctively wrapped around him and you could feel his throbbing erection pressed against your abdomen.

Your arms circled around his neck as your mouths met once again, moans and sighs tangling between your tongues as he walked across the room.

The coolness of the wall met your back as he pressed you up against it, never slowing the efforts his lips were making as he leveraged you against the structure just enough to take a moment to align his cock with your entrance.

Your yelp met his now smirking lips, a symptom of trying to adjust to sinking into his entire length so quickly.

His hips moved slowly, mercifully so, as he graciously gave you time to adjust to the sensation of this new position. It didn’t take long until a grateful moan rang in his ears, which he took as a sign to pick up the pace. 

A chill crept over you neck as he decorated your skin with icy cool kisses, each one leaving a layer of frost behind, which was quickly melted away by the friction between you two.

His labored breathing and sinfully satisfied grunts tickled your ears as you tilted your head to the side, giving him better access.

The feeling of him sliding in and out of your slick, velvety walls, concocted with the added stimulation of the ice quickly turning to slush and slipping between your torsos, had you reeling.

The wall was suddenly absent from behind you. He had taken a few steps back and your arms tightened around his neck in response to the loss of the added support.

“M’relax baby girl, just trust me, okay?”

Shouto’s husky voice sounded like liquid honey, sweet, but thick. Thick with sensual promise. Your arms loosened as you relaxed into his hold, allowing his hands to bear the majority of your weight.

The muscles of his capable arms flexed taut, coated with a thin veil of sweat as he lifted you, up and down, over and over again. Each time you sank back down, you could feel the head of his cock connecting with your cervix, coaxing louder and louder moans to tumble from your throat until all you could do was whine and haphazardly mutter about how fucking good he was making you feel.

“You love this, don’t you, bitch? Like getting fucking rammed by this fat cock? How fucking deep I can stuff the pretty little pussy of yours?”

Tears welled in your eyes as the pressure inside your center became insurmountable. His disgusting words were sending you hurdling towards the apex of your journey and all you could do was try to hang on.

Your nails duh into the nape of his neck, clinging to his as if your life depended on it. His motions were so fluid and he was still picking up speed as he took in your contorted face. He was bouncing you effortlessly on his cock and eagerly awaiting the very moment you came undone.

“Let go, baby girl, come all over Daddy’s cock like a good girl. Show me what a good fucking girl you are, that’s it.”

His devious commands catapulted you over the edge as a shriek of pure, unadulterated pleasure ripped from your lungs. He didn't bother slowing down, instead choosing to pound the rest of your high out of you. There was no going easy tonight.

He marveled at the sight of your expression, willing himself to hold off on his own release, so he could see yours through. His arms never wavered, holding you securely and thrusting you up and down along his length until you were shaking from the pleasure still sending waves through your body.

“D-daddy, t—..thank you s’much, Daddy..oh fuck..”

Your eyes were too heavy to open, the pleasure still buzzing too high across every single one of your nerves as you felt the familiar fabric of the couch against you back.

“Good girls get what they want. And we’re not finished yet.”

Thought your arms were practically useless, he captured your wrists between one of his strong hands and pinned them above your head, rising his other hand to tuck under your hips and tug you toward the edge of the couch.

“You want Daddy to fill you up, sweetie? Pack this tight cunt of yours with my cum?”

You mewled as your pussy clenched tight around his impossibly hard cock and you realized he was about ready to burst inside you, but you had no words left to beg for what you so desperately wanted.

A nearly feral growl escaped him as he felt your walls grow even tighter around his throbbing length. He angled himself above you, so that his hips could continue their merciless assault on your body with gravity’s assistance.

“Of course you fucking do. You’ll beg for whatever I’m willing to give you, won’t you, you cock-hungry slut?”

He lifted his left hand and briefly lit it aflame, before extinguishing the blaze just before he palm connected with your ass, drawing a whelp and a gratuitous moan out of you.

“Beg for it. Beg for me to pump you full, darling. Beg me to use and abuse your pussy as I please. Unless you’re already to fucked out to form words.”

His still scorching palm slapped across your breast, before offering a fleetingly soothing rub and catching your nipple between his thumb and index fingers, tweaking it in just the right way to have you about to fall of the cliff of another climax.

“P-please, Daddy!”

Your cries were almost frantic, so desperate sounding for any and all of the filthy things he would do to you.

“Please fucking fill me up with your cum! Please don’t stop fucking me, Daddy! I want you, I want you, I want you..!”

More ritualistic chants sprang from your lips as Shouto’s head snapped back, his jaw going slack and a powerful groan reverberating throughout the room as he shot ribbons of white within your most hallowed halls. You were quick behind him, the sensation of his seed releasing within you sending you over that cliff again.

Your bodies both shook in sequence, as if passing those delicious tremors back and forth to one another as you coasted on your respective highs.

“Fuck, baby girl..”

His hips slowed as he rode out the lingering shock of his eruption, trailing gentle fingers over your hips.

“M’thank you, baby.”

Slowly, he pulled out and you relished the feeling of how well his cock always filled you up as you tried to catch your breath, still unable to form coherent words. His forehead pressed against yours and you could see his soft smile just inches from yours as he spoke in a gentle, husky whisper.

“You are so wonderful, you know that? Lemme take care of this mess. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Gentle kisses traced down your jaw line, over your chin, and all the way to your lips, where he let his mouth linger as he sighed through his nose. The feeling of his smile against your lips never failed to make your heart flutter and now was no exception.

He was still smiling as he forced himself to break the contact and tear himself away from you. For a moment, he disappeared into another room, until he returned with a small towel, dampened on one end, and a glass of water, which he was sipping when he reappeared.

Extending the glass to you, he sat beside you on the couch, letting you quench your thirst as he cleaned up the mess he has made of you.

“How are you feeling, baby? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

Traces of concern were evident in his mismatched eyes as he laid down on the chaise of the couch, extending his hand to you to invite you into his embrace. Slipping your hand in his, you allowed him to guide you from your position on the couch and against his chest, your back to his front, as he placed a hand on your hips.

“No, babe, not at all,” you smiled as you reassured him. “That was amazing. I know you’re never going to hurt me. I don’t think you’re capable.”

A quiet giggle echoed around you as you felt him kiss along your shoulder and up your neck, before nuzzling your cheek and placing one last, sweet kiss there.

“I never want to. I love you so much, y/n.”

He let his head rest on the couch, tugging you gently against him, so that you were as close as you could comfortably be.

“I love you too, Sho.”

His lips turned up in smile as he kissed the top of your head, letting his eyes close as yours already had, and the two of you drifted off into sleep curled up together.

[whosjunglejim4322]

Dom!mark lee w breeding kink for @nakamotocore I am v excited this is nasty aha devil emoji, est. relationship, uhm spitting, hand/finger kink, overindulgence of the word baby, fingering, creampie, bathroom sex, fucking in front of a mirror, mark has a nasty mouth, he's a sweetie who is acc very in love w u, toothrotting fluff at the end

It really wasn't your fault. You are pro comfort above all else, in fact, it's even advised by certified healthcare professionals, to not wear underwear occasionally - who are you to risk not giving yourself the care you need and or deserve?

Sure, maybe you should've worn something a bit less conspicuous than a dress, but it's not like you aren't careful. Of course you are! Especially since you and Mark are visiting Jaehyun and Johnny at their new home payed by Jae's onlyfans money - but silly you, had still accidentally managed to expose yourself - luckily, with only your boyfriend there to see.

You'd been rummaging in J number one and two's fridge, eager to find something behind the rows of beer that stacked the shelves, organized neatly as if they'd actually taken their time on making at least twenty five cans of bud light look presentable.

Mark had followed, having promised to bring a couple of the beverages back to the living room, just as you spotted the non alcoholic juice cocktail nestled all the way in the back of the bottom row - your fingers suddenly prickling with newfound determination.

"You're really.....fuck," Mark groaned from somewhere behind you and all at once the breeze against your bare center had you shivering. You've been caught. "come here."

It was a silent, steady command that rang with regained composure and as you stood up straight, Marks hands gripped your hips with ferocity, spinning you around to face him.

If the flaring of his nostrils and the glossy, lost glare in his doe eyes were anything to go by, you'd ticked something inside of him that began raging like a bull behind his ribcage; dick swelling in his sweats at a rapid rate, while he pulled you closer to his body by the swell of your ass.

Your gasp was a puff against his cheek, pupils blown wide when you felt the warmth of his palm against your sex from behind, the prod of his middle finger. You could still hear Jaehyun and Johnny in the living room just around the corner, furthering the mixture of thrill and embarrassment.

"You did this on purpose, huh?" He growled it against your ear, the vibration trilling down your spine and flooding your pelvis with heat. Within the second you were being tugged along, out of the kitchen and through the hall that led to an intersection of doors; the one straight ahead being the bathroom, the others bedrooms.

You had to grip onto the back of his shirt to keep up with him, despite the fact that your wrist was firmly entrapped by his slim fingers. You entered the middle door and that's what led to your current situation; your ass perched on his friends' bathroom counter with your dress being hiked up around your thighs.

"M-Markie, right now? W-what if they come looking for - ohhhh, for us?" You sputter as the pad of his middle and forefinger rub your clit in circles, his bottom lip caught between his two front teeth. He chuckles darkly, in a way that makes you leak, and suddenly you're far too worked up to think straight anymore.

"Don't Markie me, you really came here in this pretty little dress," he tugs the ensemble up higher, until it's resting around your hips and your naked center is in full view. "with your pussy right underneath, completely bare."

He kisses you sloppily, as if he's as drunk on the adrenaline as you are, but with clear purpose. You grind against his fingers and then he's pulling away, grin lopsided and fever inducing, the way it always is when he's in these moods.

"That's not-" he cuts you off, slowing his circles and your clit throbs in protest.

"What? Not fair?" He scoffs, pulling you closer by the back of your knees, nestling his narrow hips in between your parted thighs while his mouth presses soft kisses to your cheek, down your jaw.

"You know what's really not fair, baby?" Your wetness is loud even as he glides his digits through the silk of your folds, using the lightest of touches to trace the ring of your slit.

"You knew I'd notice, eventually," his tongue flicks across your throat, over to your carotid artery until he's kissing the patch of skin just under your ear. "and you wanted my dick to get hard in front of my friends - fuck - wanted me to have to drag you to the bathroom and rub your little pussy just like this - you were staring at my hands all day, hmm?"

You're already trembling in his hold, and you have to fight back the near irrepressible urge to whimper when he slides those fingers into your sopping heat - your walls sucking him in greedily, contracting around the digits.

"Fuuuck baby, so fucking wet." he groans, curling his fingers when he feels you squeezing around them. You blame it on him- it's hard not to notice the bulge that has formed underneath his shorts, and your neediness grows with each sound that passes his pretty lips.

Of course, this is Mark, though. He feeds off of the fact that you're so fucked out so fast, knows that you'll act completely innocent until he fucks the truth about your mischievous plans out of you - even so, you whine just a bit too loudly when your hole feels sudden emptiness.

"Please, Mark," you're begging already, pouting until he brings the soaked digits to your mouth. Without missing a beat you're parting your lips and suckling your juices off of him, his dick twitching the minute he feels the slick of your tongue.

"Is that what you're gonna call me, while you're trying to get your way?" He cups your cheek, pulling his spit soaked fingers from your mouth before wiping them on the inside of your thigh.

"No, no sir I'm sorry," he smiles proudly, cock leaking and desire saturating his senses as you stare up at him through the thick of your lashes, clinging onto the front of his shirt in an effort to pull him closer than what he already is.

This proves to showcase your real desperation and then he's kissing you again, roughly at first but then he's rhythmic while he takes his time suckling your bottom lip, then your top, and alternating between the two.

You're so distracted by the feel of his tongue against the roof of your mouth, that you don't even realize he's shoved his shorts down, until the bulbous tip of his cock rubs against your swollen clit.

"Fuck me, please Mar-sir? Want you s-so bad." You mewl, gasping when you're suddenly pulled off of the counter by your waist, turned around and met with your disheveled reflection in the bathroom mirror. You bend yourself over with no hesitation, eyes drawn forward and belly tightening with arousal from the sight before you; from the way Mark's entire expression has darkened, gaze low and focused on the glistening between your legs.

"Yeah? Wanna be fucked full of my cum, hmm baby?" He's fucked out, hazy from the ache in the pit of his belly, in his chest. He's gripping the thick shaft of his length, rubbing the plum hued head up an down your slit as if it's his tongue lapping at your pussy instead.

"Mm, yes, yes please stuff me full, sir."

You push back against him and he chuckles at the way you're trembling, though he honestly doesn't think he can last much longer to tease you about it, balls tightening with the urge to release. Plus, how could he say no to you?

It always takes him by surprise, every single time he pushes himself into you. It's a further reminder that you're his, made for him in every way and it makes his desire even headier.

He bottoms out and you're gripping onto the edge of the sink for dear life, eyes holding themselves open just so you can watch Marks soft features contort into that of someone else completely. His dark eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, petal lips parted.

He drags his length out of you and you're the only thing he sees as he thrusts himself back into the warmth of your sex, his hands snug around your hips as a form of leverage for the pace he sets; hard and precise.

Johnny and Jaehyun are long but forgotten now, in fact when you're with Mark, it seems as though everything else disappears completely. That's not an understatement, especially not when he's able to fuck you like this, pretty groans leaving his throat, his manhood buried deep inside of you.

You're a whimpering mess and he doesn't have the heart to tell you to quiet down, you're too beautiful like this and you're - "So fuckin' wet for me baby, shit."

You're completely coating his cock in your milky essence, it's smearing the front of his thighs and dripping down his balls. You feel the warmth of mouth against the side of your cheek and realize he's lent over, arms wrapped fiercely around your middle as he rolls his agile hips into you from behind.

"M-Maaark, mmmph." You feel so full, too full and you're not sure what to do with yourself - bouncing back on his length, the back of your thighs meeting the front of his.

"You like being fucked like this baby?" He uses one arm to reach down in between your thighs where the two of you are connected, rubbing circles over your bud as he did earlier. "You want me to have you leaking between your legs with my cum?"

He's filthy, and each word that is spoken through a growl has your belly filling with an unbearable pressure, body lurching with each sharp, sloppy thrust of his hips.

"Y-Yes Markie, make a mess o-oohhhh, out of me."

You've forgotten about the formalities but he's okay with it, in fact the nickname sounds so pretty coming from you, that it makes the drive to fill you with his seed that much more powerful.

"Gonna - fuck, gonna put a baby in you, mmm," he curls his hips and hits a spot inside of you that has your body involuntarily jerking, legs wobbly. "gonna make sure everyone knows who got you all big and swollen."

Even the thought has you barely holding it together, his possessiveness stirring a whirlwind of emotions within you that seem to be building by the second. He stands uo to his full stature and returns to his previous position in an effort to hold you up, sensing that his mouth has you worked up beyond belief.

"You like that baby? Can feel you squeezing around me."

It's sadistic, really. Your eyes aren't even all the way open, the balloon of pressure in your belly swelling and swelling, spreading licks of fire through your nerve endings, causing you to drip onto the bathroom floor with each drag of his cock from your heat.

"Ple-ease don't s-stop, oh fuck, Mark please." You're not making any sense but he understands perfectly, as he always has and always will. Hes not fairing much better, if he's honest, and so he's truly grateful that you're so close to falling apart as he knows he won't be long either.

"Awe, look at you," his voice isn't steady but it's still strong, teasing in its lilt. "you're gonna cum all over my dick aren't you? That's what you wanted all along, couldn't even wait."

You mewl as a reply and he twitches, the end dangerously close with each stroke. He's never felt someone so soft, so warm and wet for him and only him and now you're panting his name, over and iver again as if it's the only word you've ever known.

"Markmarkmark, oh fuck, I'm c-cumming."

A hand clamps over your mouth while you drown in the liquid heat that pulsates through you in rigorous, violent waves; tears brimming in your eyes and knees practically giving out.

Mark manages to keep you steady, to fuck you through your orgasm while your muffled cries seep into his skin like they're made of medicine; and in reality it's probably only seconds after, with you throbbing around his cock, that he feels his orgasm rip through him as viciously as yours rips through you.

You know the signs enough by now to sense it in his body, and despite the fact that you're still loopy, you manage to pull your eyes open just enough to watch him lose it - his body bowing and chest pressing against your front as he pumps himself into you with sloppy thrusts.

His bottom lip almost bleeds with how hard his teeth dig into it, tremors wracking through him while the warmth of his cum fills you from the inside out, and it has an aftershock of orgasmic pleasure moving through the marrow of your bones.

It's not even a moment later when you feel the softness of his kisses against any expanse of skin he can reach, soft smooch sounds accompanied by the flurry of gentle pecks. You feel like you're floating, despite still not being able to move properly.

"My baby, my darling," he sings against your skin and you giggle at the giddiness that radiates from the doe eyed boy, your Mark. He pulls himself out of you and you try not to whine, but ultimately fail, too used to the feeling of him inside of you. "don't pout, gotta clean you up."

Your eyes are closed and the sound of running water pulls you from your momentary reverie, even more so as you feel the warmth of a cloth against your sensitive center; a flush of heat leaving you dangling in the realization of what you two have just done in Johnny and Jaehyun's bathroom.

"Oh fuck." You attempt to bury your face in your arms but Mark stops you, chuckling as if he hasn't got a care in the world while he adjusts your dress to drape over your hips again, pulling you into his chest.

"Shh, it's okay it's okay. We made the place more...more homey - you know?" He teases with a warm chuckle that threatens to tear any worries from your mind, and you bury your face against the crook of his neck, smiling.

"I swear to fuck if they used even one of my brand new wash cloths I'm never inviting them over again." Jaehyun seethes.

[sweetestlamb]

Flashlight

Author's note: Wasn't episode 8 just lovely? I just couldn't get this out of my head, they're becoming so dependent on each other. Be still my beating heart. They're reminding me of my MoonMun couple so much and I think that explains my obsession and the amount of fics I've written thus far lol.

Summary: Just for tonight he'll be selfish.

"Are you okay now? Is there someone there?" He moves towards the dark alley that she came bolting from looking as frightened as he's ever seen her. He feels his muscles coil ready to protect her by any means possible. But before he can move she's tightening her hold on him, clinging to him now he can feel her warmth all around him like a blanket.

"No! Don't leave me." Hearing that scared plea causes a blurry memory to resurface in his mind, he can almost feel the words swimming in his mind but the memory is foggy and it evaporates as quickly as it formed.

Strange.

"Okay, okay. I'm not going anywhere. Let's go inside." He starts to maneuver her toward her house at first she moves with him but then she stills, letting out a small sound of recollection.

"My phone." She whispers into his chest, they are pressed so closely he can feel her heartbeat still pounding through her chest into his. He strokes her back in a lazy soothing manner, shocked when she melts into his embrace further. Nothing is making sense at this moment but he doesn't care enough to stop, this.

"What about your phone?" He redirects the conversation and she continues, "I dropped it in there when I ran away."

"Okay. I'll go get it, wait here." He starts to gently untangle her hands from his flannel but she lets out a whine, gripping his shirt even stronger and moving with him.

"I'll---let's go together."

She's trembling now, positively shaking in her spot and he wants to argue with her to just go inside and wait for him but her earlier plea echoes in his ears. He can't leave her alone not right now, so he steps forward feeling her move with him, one step after another until he sees the rectangular object on the ground.

"I'm going to bend down to get it." He can feel her shifting beside him looking around wildly but thankfully no ominous figure appears, they are alone.

After a moment she nods, letting go enough for him to bend and retrieve the device and he checks the screen noting happily that it's not damaged but when he touches the screen it doesn't turn on so he tries again.

"It's dead. I forgot to charge it." She admits, taking the phone from his grasp.

He turns to her with a sharp stare, "You stayed out late after what happened and didn't charge your phone? Are you that fearless?" He chides, frustrated with her lack of awareness and disregard for her safety. If anything ever happened to her he would.... He would.......

"It wasn't on purpose. I didn't realize. I know it was irresponsible."

It's not a response he's expecting, the Hye Jin he knows would argue back, hardly taking shit from him ergo her meek uncharacteristic reply makes him feel worst, he shouldn't be blaming her especially after seeing first-hand how scared she is.

"Let's go inside now, it's cold and you're shaking." They both know the temperature has very little to do with her tremors but she doesn't disagree and carelessly he enters the code when they reach the door, ignoring the jolt in his chest that erupts as he enters his own birthday and the door clicks open. He thought she would have changed it by now.

He's grateful she hasn't.

They both take off their shoes, standing side by side now her arm around his waist and his around her shoulder. It's a small space and they can barely move but they work around it, reluctant to release each other.

"Thank you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, he thinks that he almost imagined it. He had an excuse prepared this time, he was merely patrolling and happened to pass her house. That was the lie he intended to go with, but something in her voice stops him from saying those deceitful words. He's tired of hiding and making up excuses for being around her.

"You're welcome. Here sit down, I'll make you some tea." Thoughtlessly he moves towards the kitchen, taking two steps until he can't move anymore. She's holding onto him tightly, he turns around looking at her small closed fists and then her trembling pretty face.

With a soft sigh, he takes her hand rubbing a thumb across the smooth skin.

"Just come with me." Immediately she steps forward pressing into his back, he tries to calm his heart taking the teapot and filling it with water, then he opens the cabinet retrieving a mug and setting it aside.

"I like honey. And a squeeze of lemon." He smiles at her soft demands.

Now that sounds more like his dentist. The bottle of honey is in her top cabinet and he grabs a fresh lemon from the fridge cutting it in half.

They stand silently as the water boils and he finally feels his anger boiling away as well. Angry that he was almost too late and that his town isn't safe anymore, angry that someone was able to shake this immoveable woman.

The shrill ringing of the teapot breaks him from his impasse, on autopilot he pours the water on the tea bag, then squeezes the honey in the steaming water, "I like a lot of honey." She's attached to his back her voice vibrating straight through him, he freezes when she wraps her arms around his waist. Her closeness is messing with his mind, but he tries to finish his job and get them on the couch maybe with some distance between them.

For his sanity.

"Let's go sit down." He grabs both mugs walking over to her couch, placing her cup on the far right and taking a seat on the far left putting a sea of distance between them. But immediately she sits down right next to him, leaving no space between them she might as well be in his lap. He squirms in place, standing up to get some reprieve but she grabs his hand staring up at him.

"Where are you going?" Fear bleeds into her voice and he lets go of his hesitations, tonight is not about him.

Leaning over he grabs her cup, tugging it closer.

"Nowhere, I'm not going anywhere. Drink your tea."

She blinks slowly at him before nodding and bringing the warm beverage to her lips. Her hum of satisfaction warms him all the way down to his toes.

"It's good. You really are good at everything." He preens at the compliment, thinking of all the times this week he wasn't needed or was cast aside for Director Ji. He's been swallowing his jealousy all week. So her words fill a hollow space in his chest.

He watches her drink the entire cup, ignoring his own growing cold on the table.

"I need to charge my phone." She suddenly says and he stares before nodding, taking the opportunity to drink his lukewarm tea. But then he notices that she's not moving despite having the phone and charging in her hand.

"What's wrong?" He raises an eyebrow in confusion.

She looks embarrassed now, unable to meet his eyes and he's flabbergasted at her reaction.

"Come with me?" He stares at her, feeling the same pride bloom as when she sat next to him instead of her sunbae, she's leaning on him.

He spots an outlet across the room, "Okay let's go there." She looks relieved at his lack of teasing, together they walk over to the outlet and she bends to plug in the charger and puts the phone on the ground.

In seconds the phone comes to life and he feels a sharp pain in his chest as a barrage of messages light up her phone, the majority from one person. When she clicks to open the message he instinctively looks away, not wanting to witness their conversation.

"He messaged so much." Her voice is filled with awe and childishly he moves away. He'd almost forgotten that she didn't actually need him. He was just conveniently there.

"I should go now. You're safe. Make sure to come home earlier from now on, maybe ask him to walk you home." It hurts to utter those words but it's easier than being replaced later, it's okay if he's the one that pushes her away first. "I'll see myself out."

He stands ready to leave, pointedly not looking back before he changes his mind and stays forever.

She was just scared, tonight didn't mean anything.

He grabs his fallen bagpack thrusting it on his shoulder, hopping into his boots all ready to head out. But it's unusually quiet, the silence is so deafening that he can't stop himself from looking back over at her. It's a mistake, a huge one at that. The phone has fallen from her hands, abandoned to the side and she's looking at him with the most desolate stare he's ever seen, moisture pooling in her huge round eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you cry--"

"You said you wouldn't leave me. Why are you changing your mind? What if someone is still there? What am I supposed to do without yo--u?" Her voice cracks on the last word and his heart follows, she needs him. Nobody else has this week but here she is breaking down because he tried to leave, she needs him.

His decision is made for him in that moment.

As soon as he's close enough to touch she's clinging to him once again, he only absently realizes that she's trying to lead them to her bedroom but even he's not saintly enough for that so he stops her.

"Let's go to the couch. You'll feel more comfortable."

She doesn't question him seemingly happy to follow his lead.

The couch is comfy but definitely not intended for two grown adults, leaning over the arm rest he tries to get situated and once he stops moving she's snuggling into his side curling around him like a cat.

"Whenever I was scared, my mom used to stroke my hair."

He stares at the wall in front of them, wondering if she's aware of just how many lines they're crossing tonight- no catapulting over. But he's tired of second guessing himself so he stops thinking and just listens, bringing the hand that is curled on her shoulder up to her head before dragging his palm down her soft hair, gulping when she moans at the ministrations.

Her breathing starts to deepen and he feels her body losing its tension, she's falling asleep and once she succumbs he can finally make his escape, that's his plan. But he doesn't expect her to start stroking him too, her hand delicate on his chest.

"You've worked hard. Stopping a scammer and saving me all while recovering from a cold."

It's nothing. It's what he's supposed to do.

But it feels so good to hear those words, words that he hardly heard growing up.

"Go to sleep." He says instead of thank you, instead of kissing her like he's wanted to since he saw her outside and she ran straight into his heart.

It's a miracle but she listens to him, drifting to sleep her head heavy on his chest and he knows that he should wait a few minutes and try to extract himself but he can't, not tonight. Just for tonight he'll be selfish.

"You're making me want all sorts of things." He whispers to her sleeping face, terrified of her and all that she makes him feel. Feeling emboldened by their almost kiss initiated by her, he pushes her hair behind her ear taking a second to really looking at her face. She really is that beautiful. It doesn't seem fair. Leaning down he presses a soft kiss to her forehead, her skin is sleep warm and perfectly smooth. He presses a second one shamelessly. Her lips are right there and heavens knows that he's tempted but he can't take advantage, can't bring himself to do anything else. That's enough.

He doesn't know when he fell asleep but he wakes up to Mi-seon throwing a blanket over them, he keeps his eyes tightly shut mentally berating himself for that leaving when he had a chance.

"Just friends my ass. Just admit that you like him, look at the way you're clinging to him."

Somehow they traversed further down the couch in their sleep, both laying horizontal now with her body on top on his and her head tucked under his chin.

"I've never seen her sleep so peacefully though. She looks so young."

He tries not to think too deeply into what that might mean, listening to the retreating footsteps of her roommate and feeling himself losing the battle with sleep. She'll probably be embarrassed to find them this way tomorrow but that's a hurdle for another day.

Just for tonight I'll hold her. Until I'm not allowed to hold her anymore.

[pastaimpact]

Since ur a catboy and maid simp 👀👀👀👀

Catboy maid headcanons for xiao, scaramouche, zhongli, kaeya and diluc?

Like, they lost a bet and have to drink a potion from albedo that turns them into catboy maid or smth pls?

-mac bulli anon

if u see me rotting, no u didnt

Xiao’s displeased by the transformation, but he has better things to do than to get worked up by a small thorn in his side. He has evil spirits to get rid off, and archons be damned if he’s going to let a pair of furry ears and a tail get in the way of his duty. It’s an odd sight, seeing him swing around his jade spear with his mask on, only to be moe-fied by his ears.

He insists on carrying out his own duties, saying that your selfish desires to have him as your maid won’t overrule his original contract to Rex Lapis. Chances are, you won’t even get him into the maid outfit before he goes running off to dispel some spirits. It can’t be helped: Xiao is someone who values Liyue’s peace before he values anything else, although he does feel a bit fuzzy inside when he sees how ecstatic you are over how cute he looks.

If he does find a moment of reprieve, that’s your best chance to capitalize on his transformation. Xiao claims that he needs no attention or extra love from you, that he’s a yaksha who works alone out of fear of harming you, but he’s still someone who craves for the gentle touch of a fellow being. Tell him that he’s done a good job and that you’re proud of him while cupping his face, and next thing you know, he’ll have slotted himself against your body and tell you that this isn’t necessary, all while his tail wags around happily. Archons forbid that anyone tries to interrupt your cuddling session, because he’ll start hissing like an actual cat the moment your attention is turned away from him.

Xiao purred against your skin, his head resting on the area in between your shoulder and neck. He was always cat-like to begin with: coy, distance, but still gentle and affectionate at the right times. You fondled his ears the way he liked them, and his tail curled up in satisfaction.

“What a pretty kittycat you are,” you cooed, your voice low and calm, like the careful trills of a lullaby. “Always working so hard... Always caring for someone other than yourself... What a good boy.”

“...Keep going,” he murmured, scooting closer to you when you stopped petting him for a second. You let a smile grace your lips as you stroked his soft fur again, enjoying the way the catboy immediately relaxed against you. 

How adorable.

Scaramouche is livid, to say the least, by this change. He’s a Fatui Harbinger, and someone who demands nothing short of utmost respect and authority from those around him. Being demoted to not only a servant, but not even a human one at that, is a stain against his spotless, untouchable command.

The entire time he’s placed under your care, he grumbles and snaps at everything that comes his way. He mutters that you should be grateful he’s even putting up with this, and he might just flat-out refuse to do the things you ask of him—until you tell him that you’ll ask someone else, like Signora or Childe. Only then does he come scrambling back to you with a pout on his face and his ears pressed against his head to scold you and say that he could do a better job than any of those sloppy Harbingers could.

He also threatens you, saying that you owe him for humiliating him like this, but he also forgets all about being mean to you the moment you start petting his ears and scratching behind them. Scaramouche swears on his life that he hates being treated like this, but the way he clings to you and purrs loudly clearly says otherwise. He’ll get huffy and frown if you stop petting him, so be prepared for him to completely monopolize your time.

“I hate you for this,” he hissed, practically bristling in your lap. You bit back a laugh, feeling the way he wrapped his arms tightly around your torso, pulling himself as close as he could to your chest. “You’re terrible.”

“It’s ‘You’re terrible, Master’ to you,” you teased, burying your fingers in his hair to tease his ears. The Harbinger opened his mouth as if to snap back at you with a haughty remark, but he immediately melted into your touch instead, giving soft mewls and twisting his head against your skin so that he could feel more of your touch.

“I-I still hate you,” he grumbled, forcing himself to frown at you and huff. He dug his nails into your clothes, settling his chin on your shoulder so that you couldn’t see the blush rising to his cheeks. “Master.”

Zhongli has seen his fair share of oddities, being an archon and all, so he’s grown to get used to whatever life throws at him all while honoring his own approach to life and any traditions he upholds. While being transformed into a cat and a maid, for that matter, is surprising, it’s probably nothing more than a mild inconvenience to a god that once held the ability to shift into a variety of different forms.

He’s a skilled and knowledgeable man, so he’s more than willing to assist you in a variety of topics. His one condition while being placed under your care is that you treat him with the same respect you would show him at any other time. While he may be relatively polite and mild-mannered, he still was a very potent and feared God of War at one point in his life. He doesn’t expect much from you; just drop any funny business around him, and he’ll entertain you for hours with his knowledge about politics, arts, and other fine subjects.

Zhongli is good about keeping his emotions in check, and even with cat ears and a tail, it’s still fairly difficult to gauge how he truly feels. Of course, his new body does betray him every now and then: a flick of his tail to signify intrigue, ears pressed against his head for annoyance, a twitch of his nose for interest. It’s best not to tease him or pry into how he feels whenever he does make an odd movement, but it wouldn’t hurt to present yourself appropriately depending on whatever mood he’s in based off of his little actions. Besides, it’s not everyday that you can see someone as respected and feared as Zhongli in a cute maid dress with his tail swishing excitedly behind him.

His entrance was quiet, and the only thing that even signaled his presence in the room was the rustle of fabric as he walked towards you. His tail was still, and his ears perked up like it had been for the day, ever since he downed the transformation potion. “I brought you tea.”

You looked up from your paperwork, smiling softly at the former archon. You pulled a stray chair close to where you were seated, inviting him to sit down as he set the teacup down in front of you. “You shouldn’t have!”

He shook his head, his ears twitching with the slightest hint of satisfaction as he sat down. “It was about time you took a break. I thought I would remind you not to push yourself too far by bringing you something to relax with. Do drink up; I brewed it myself with prized leaves.”

Kaeya’s all about staying a step ahead of the game, and the moment fluffy cat ears and a tail sprout up on his body, there’s a good chance that he’s already found loads of ways to capitalize on his features to get what he wants. The best way to get information from anyone is to get them to let their guard down, and it’s hard to be intimidated by someone who looks like a stuffed animal.

Which is exactly what he does. There’s a good chance that Kaeya’s been observing you for a while, for whatever reasons he might have (be it personal or for the Knights of Favonius), so he’ll definitely use his cat features to his advantage. He’ll snuggle up to you and let you relax by teasing you with his tail and his ears, and he’ll let his silvery tongue do the rest as he extracts bits and pieces of information from you like he was extracting honey from a beehive.

Kaeya rocks the whole maid concept better than anyone else. Flexibility and adaptability are just a few of his many strong suits, and he might even go along with playing pretend with you just out of the goodwill of his heart. He’s extorted you already for loads of intel, so the least he can do to get you to keep staying so lax around him is to humor you just a bit. It’s also a good chance to see you smiling and laughing as you bury your head into his hair, and it sure doesn’t hurt to hear you gush over how much of a majestic catboy he is.

You felt his fluffy tail slink against your arms, Kaeya splayed out across your lap with the most smug smile you’ve ever seen from him. “Awwww, your tail is so cute! I wish I could just hold it and fall asleep! It feels just like a cloud!”

“Does it now, Master?” Kaeya purred, batting his eyeslashes. It had only been about fifteen minutes since he barged into your room to show off his cat features, and he had already gotten enough info about you to entertain him for weeks. “You can pet me more, if you’d like.”

You lit up, completely oblivious to the fact that Kaeya had you wrapped around his little finger. You were far too innocent, too careless even, and Kaeya found it amusing. “Oh, Kaeya! You’re the best!”

Diluc’s also fairly annoyed by this mess, but he isn’t one to viciously fight against what’s already happened. It is rather irritating to have to put all of his responsibilities aside for another day, but he’s capable businessman who’s used to having to adapt to all sorts of situations. Being turned into the catmaid is by far not the worst of his problems, but it’s enough of a change to actually make him think about how he presents himself not only to you but the people of Mondstadt as well.

He has maids around his winery, so he mimics his ow behavior with what he wants of them. Of course, you don’t make him cook or clean or anything like that, and similarly to Zhongli, he makes sure to treat you with respect as long as you do the same. Diluc’s a very pragmatic man, and he simply takes his duty as a maid to keep you out of trouble, accompanying you whenever you need to head out to protect you from stray monsters or helping you with any finances that you might have to sort out.

His only request is that he doesn’t let anyone outside of his immediate circle know about his current affliction. The last thing he needs is his reputation as a respectable tycoon tarnished, and he sure as hell doesn’t need Kaeya strolling around to mess with him. If it incentivizes you to keep the whole temporary catmaid thing under wraps, he’ll tell you that it can be a little secret between the two of you. It’s best that you give him your word, lest you end up on the wrong side of his stoic mannerisms.

“Good work today,” you remarked, offering up a meek smile to the Dawn Winery owner. “It must have been a lot of work. You know, having to deal with the whole transformation thing while running a business.”

Diluc glanced momentarily you, his ears pressing against his head. You wasn’t sure if it was out of annoyance or shyness, but you decided that it was the latter, as Diluc hadn’t walked away from you just yet. “It’s fine. Albedo said it should wear off any day now.”

“Mmm. But still, if you ever need help from me, let me know, okay? I know I’m your ‘master’ temporarily, but we’re still friends,” You laughed. The corners of Diluc’s mouth twitched as he turned away.

“Goodnight then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[kiyoomichan]

SAKUSA.PEGGING.PEGGING SAKUSA. and edging him and then overstim him 😼😼 fem dom we r flourishing TODAY. and i love u!!

i love u too anon🥺

SAKUSA X FEMDOM!SO + PEGGING

A/N: all characters are strictly 18+.

warnings: humiliation, degradation, spanking, hole-slapping, femdom, slight dumbification

this is so dirty i’m sorry in advance

it’s late one evening when kiyoomi gets home from practice. you’re sitting on the couch as he comes through the door, and can tell he’s stressed out just by looking at him; his shoulders wound tight and his eyebrow twitching

you figure it’s probably because of something atsumu did to piss him off, and omi is like a firecracker when he’s upset, so you wait to let him come to you and go back to scrolling through your twitter feed

you’re surprised when he comes over to you, curling up next to you on the sectional and laying his head on your shoulder. you can smell the gym brand shampoo on his curls, and the hint of aftershave and cologne on his neck

“not now,” you think to yourself, trying not to let his scent arouse you. he’s upset and you want to comfort him, not gross him out

“bad day?” you ask, already knowing the answer. he mumbles a quiet “yes,” the sound muffled by his face in your shoulder.

a large hand comes down to rest on your leg, his thumb rubbing circles into your inner thigh in an attempt to self soothe, not realizing he was inadvertently making you more wet by the minute

“wanna talk about it, baby?” you ask again, reaching up to pet his damp hair. he whimpers into your shoulder, snuggling his face deeper into the crook of your neck

he pushes himself closer to you, seeking comfort. you feel lucky that you get to be the one to see this side of kiyoomi—his usual stoic facade crumbling as soon as he lets himself be held by you. it took you a long time to get to this point, to crack his walls—and you couldn’t be more happy that he let you

“do you need me to take care of you, hmm, kiyoomi? a lil’ TLC?” you chuckle, twisting your neck to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“please,” he whispers, so faint that you can barely hear it. “need you.”

your breath hitches at his words as you slowly start to piece together what he wants—you should’ve known, really—the neediness in his voice, the clinging, touchy-feeliness of his actions up til now.

you’d only done it a few times before, on these rare occasions when kiyoomi needs you to take him apart and put him back together again

“of course, doll,” you say, moving to get up before you’re interrupted by a hand gripping your wrist. “don’t leave,” he says, sounding very small and not like himself at all

“shh,” you soothe, turning around a bit. “i’ll be right back, ok? i just need to get our toys.”

you watch as he bites his lip and lets go, albeit reluctantly

you smile at him and hurry to the box in the nightstand, grabbing your strap, latex gloves, lube, cockring, and vibrator

by the time you get back, he’s laid himself out on the couch, chest heaving with anticipation as you walk towards him.

you crouch down beside him and look into his eyes lovingly.

“do you want to prep yourself? or d’you want me to do it for you?”

he flushes and throws an arm over his eyes, turning his face away from your gaze

“...you, please.”

you waste no time getting to work, crawling up to where his legs rest on the couch

“m’gonna take these off, okay?” you say, slowly tugging at the waist and of his athletic shorts and briefs. he says nothing as you pull them off at the same time, and shivers at the cool air against his half-hard cock

“so cute,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “hold your legs up for me, baby.”

he obeys, moving so that his legs are spread and pressed to his chest, letting his most intimate parts be exposed to your eyes

“so pretty, love,” you smile, glancing at his embarrassed expression. “so clean and beautiful, all mine, hm?”

he squeezes his eyes shut, holding back a moan as you slip on the gloves and lube up your fingers, pouring a bit extra down his perineum and the cleft of his ass.

“a—ah!” kiyoomi yelps as two of your fingers sink into his hole, starting to scissor in and out of him.

you steadily increase the pace as you go, adding a third finger and watching in amusement as he nearly screams when you find his sweet spot.

“you feeling good, baby boy?” you tease, watching the slightest bit of drool trickle down his chin, giving a particularly rough thrust of your fingers against his prostate

“h-hngh!” kiyoomi moans, moving his hands from where they’re hooked under his knees to grasp at the fabric of the couch

“please, please, please...” he trails off, looking at you with hazy eyes

“shh, honey, i’ve got you.”

you slip your gloved fingers out of his hole, and he whines at the empty feeling

you grab the vibrator and ring—and you watch his blissed out, needy expression turn into one of panic

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” you hush him as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “you’ll feel so much better after, i promise.”

his muscled chest heaves as you pump his cock a few times, carefully slipping the pink silicone ring over his length

you cut him off by flicking on the hitachi to its lowest setting, slowly running it over the underside of his aching cock

kiyoomi watches you slip your harness on, fixing the mini bullet against your clit and hooking the dildo on. you crawl over to hover above him, and run a gentle hand down his cheek

“(y/n), i—“

his hips buck at the vibrations against his groin, rocking up into the toy while simultaneously trying to get away from it

“oh, oh, oh, oh—” he cries as you increase the power, moving the wand from his balls to the flushed head of his cock, where pearly white beads of cum begin to drip down his length

“such a good boy,” you whisper as the volume of his moans heightens. “such a good boy, kiyoomi.”

his cheeks are flushed strawberry with embarrassment at being so vulnerable

“miss, please,” he whines as the vibrations of the toy torment his senses. “please, i need....”

“what do you need, sweetheart?”

kiyoomi bites his lip and groans in frustration at having to admit to something so filthy

“c’mon, love, you can do it. don’t be shy, it’s just me and you,” you smile sweetly, teasing him.

he’s panting now, curls sticking to his forehead, covered in a fullbody flush. you’re so close to breaking him.

“don’t you wanna be a good boy, kiyo? or do i have to punish you, hmm?”

his eyes widen at the thought—but he’s too slow to answer, instead mumbling and stuttering, and before he knows it, he’s been thrown over your lap, bottom in the air.

“no, no, no, no—please don’t, please—”

“shhh, honey—you were a bad boy, so now you need to be taught a lesson, yeah? bad boys get spankings.”

his neck lurches up as your hand rubs over the swell of his ass, then coming down with a harsh slap. his face is red and he’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“count for me, darling.”

“o—one!” he shouts, screaming numbers every time you land a blow. you can’t see his face, but you can tell there’s tears streaming down his cheeks.

“it’s okay, baby, just a little more.”

you spread him open, and he whines when he feels the cool air hit his hole. he tries to squirm away from your grasp, embarrassed at being so exposed.

“stop it,” you say sternly. “i think you need to be punished here, too. how does that sound, hm?”

he doesn’t have time to speak before you’re using three fingers to slap his most sensitive part—his yelps sounding like music to your ears.

you’re able to feel him rutting his pathetic cock against your thigh, smearing cum all over your skin. “you’re so naughty, baby,” you chastise. “you came just from me slapping your stupid little hole?”

“kiyoomi, i asked you a question. are you going to answer or do i need to give you another spanking?”

he shakes his head furiously. “y—yes, i did, i came from miss slapping my hole,”

you smile and card your fingers through his silky locks

“does baby want me to fuck him now?”

“yes, please, please fuck me—“ he cries, so uncharacteristically but so sweet all the same.

“shhh, love. i’ve got you.”

his toes curl in anticipation as you lube up the strap, your expression lewd and domineering.

kiyoomi moves into position, face down, ass up. he knows exactly how you want him.

“‘s okay, babydoll, i’m gonna take real good care of you, i promise.” 

you slap the silicone head of your strap against his already puffy hole a few times, laughing when he all but screams your name.

“d-don’t tease,” he huffs.

you smile slyly, and thrust the entire length in to the hilt. he cries out, tossing his head back just enough for you to grab him by his curls.

“is that what you wanted, sweetheart? you wanna be fucked like a little slut, huh? you’re so needy for me, so tight and wet. i bet you’d love it if everyone could see you all weak and pathetic like this, huh?”

“no, no!” he cries, fingers clutching at the sheets. “only...only miss can see me like this.”

“is that right, angel?” you grunt, abusing that spot inside him with your repeated thrusts.

kiyoomi whines so prettily as you pound him into the mattress, cock weeping and dripping onto the bed. your hand comes up to stroke his length ever so lightly, drawing out more cries from him.

“does baby wanna cum? wanna spill himself all over mistress’s sheets like a stupid little boy?”

you can tell he’s fighting your words in his mind—he’s not stupid, but he does want to cum.

“yes! yes, please, please let me cum, please let me, miss—i’ve been so good, please—”

you reward him with a flick of your wrist, twisting over his flushed, aching cock just how he likes, spurts of cum shooting to cover your hands and his chest.

kiyoomi’s shoulders shake and tremble as he comes down from his high, and you hold him through it, gently pulling out and taking your hand away from his dick. he shudders at the loss as you help him lay down.

he shuts his eyes for a few seconds, chest heaving. you lean over him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“shh, kiyo,” you soothe, petting the sweaty curls off his forehead. “you did so good for me, honey.”

“would you like to go get cleaned up now?”

he mumbles something akin to a yes, and you help him walk to the bathroom, a protective hand on his waist the whole way.

you allow him to soak in the bath while you wash off in the adjacent shower. he’s near falling asleep, a sated sleepy expression on his face.

you finish up, wrapping a towel around yourself and padding over to help him out of the water.

back in the bedroom, you dress him gently, pulling his briefs and an oversized shirt on him.

you stand in front of your shared bed for a moment, his large hands coming down to hold your waist.

kiyoomi is so soft after a scene, a side of himself he rarely lets others see. you’re thankful he’s allowed you to be one of the lucky few.

“i love you,” he says, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

your hand comes up to play with his freshly washed hair, fingers tangling in the curls and running down his neck.

“and i you, sweets.”

[hajimesh]

i’m alone now but it’s better for me, i don’t need all your negativity.

— losers in love m.list

+ pairing. kuroo t. / fem reader

+ genre. angst

+ word c. 1701

+ warnings. cheating, toxic relationships, kuroo is an asshole

+ author n. a big thank u to @bokuakadaily and @aomineavenue for beta reading it<33

the familiar heaviness presses down onto your chest.

you already lost count of how many times you’ve gone through this ever since you started dating him.

kuroo is talking with a girl —who’s obviously flirting with him since she keeps leaning closer and smiling playfully at him. 

“tetsurou-kun, your blocks are amazing!”

his smirk widens, clearly enjoying the ego boost.

it hurts to see him flirt so openly while you stand a few meters away from him, his teammates right next to you watching the scene as well.

you watch as his hand grasps a strand of the girl’s hair, her giggles making your blood boil, but it’s the way he kisses her cheek —slowly and then whispering something in her ear— that finally stabs the knife into your already wounded heart.

are you surprised you haven’t started crying yet? not at all. that’s a ritual reserved exclusively for the comfort of your room. 

they finally bid their goodbyes, kuroo jogging the small distance until he joins your small group. he speaks with his friends for a bit until you can no longer take it and pull him aside.

“that girl, she was flirting with you,” you state, observing him closely so you can gauge his reaction, “and you played along with it.”

his face morphs into a scowl, “i was being friendly.”

“well, don’t be friendly with her.”

a mirthless laugh escapes his lips, “kitten, you won’t tell me who i can or can’t talk to.”

your entire body freezes, letting his words sink in and tear at your heart. you reflexively look to the side, only to realize his words were loud enough for his teammates to hear.

their uncomfortable and pitying looks make you want to dig a hole and disappear.

you have to get out of there and that’s what you do, “i-i should get going.”

kuroo doesn’t pay much attention, nodding his head and turning his back to you and facing his friends again.

you start your way home with tears gathering at the corners of your eyes.

—

the ice in your coffee has melted, giving it a bad taste.

you had foolishly decided to wait until kuroo arrived to start drinking your beverage. but forty minutes later and he still hasn’t shown up.

you tried calling him after waiting for twenty minutes: the first time it rang for a minute, the second time you were sent straight to voicemail. you have kind of grown used to it, it’s not unusual of him to stand you up, although it doesn’t make it any less painful.

trying to pass the time, you check your unopened texts and find one from kenma asking you about the controller he lent you a few weeks ago. you quickly type an apology and press send.

your phone vibrates on the table two minutes later and, expecting a text or a call from kuroo, you pick it up eagerly. 

kenma: it’s fine. kuroo brought it earlier

you: do you know where he is?

kenma: he’s here with me

it doesn’t take long for kenma to realize kuroo was supposed to be with you instead.

he casts a glance at his friend who lies unbothered on his couch, his feet dangling to the side while he plays with his phone.

kenma doesn’t understand him. at the beginning of your relationship he was always clinging onto you, and now it’s as if he doesn’t want to spend time with you anymore.

and don’t get him started with kuroo’s harsh words from the other day.

“get up,” kenma kicks his foot to get his attention, “i forgot i had to buy something for my mom.”

luckily, kenma remembers you mentioning something about wanting to go to the coffee shop and kuroo agreeing to it.

kenma pretends he didn’t hear him say ‘shit’ once he spotted you sitting all by yourself, scrolling on your phone.

kuroo makes his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders which causes you to jump on your seat.

“hi, kitten,” he purrs in your ear and kisses your cheek.

you become a blushing mess but a relieved smile graces your face once your boyfriend takes the seat next to you.

kenma doesn’t understand your relationship, but he does know that that’s not how it’s supposed to be.

—

can we meet? 

you lock your phone after sending the text. you know it’s going to be hours before you get a reply from him.

and you’re right because it’s now two hours later and there’s still no sign of him.

you debate between sending another text or wait until you see him at school. but after murmuring ‘fuck it’, you press send and throw your phone to your bed.

i wanted to do this in person but i think we should break up. you go over your words in your head, regretting them already. 

as you reach back for your phone, you see the screen light up with kuroo’s name displayed on it.

after taking a deep breath, you grab it and press the answer button.

“yes?”

“care to explain that text?” 

sighing, you allow yourself to flump on your bed, “tetsurou, i can tell your feelings have changed.”

“that’s not true.”

“it is. you’re always flirting with other girls.” 

he scoffs, “i can’t just shove them away, they take the time to watch my games.”

“okay,” you let it go and jump to the other topic that bothers you, “what about our dates? you either stand me up or cancel at the last minute.”

“because i’ve got stuff to do!”

the line goes silent.

it seems as if he has an excuse for everything… or is he simply telling the truth?

“i’ll make it up to you, okay?” his tone has softened considerably, “i’ll drop by your house later and we can watch that show you wanted.”

you hesitate, the offer sounds tempting but something is holding you back from accepting it.

“kitten?”

the way he coos the nickname goes straight to your heart, and that’s all it takes for him to win you back.

“mhm, i’ll order a pizza then?”

“you know you’re the best, right?”

you hang up after setting up the details, a stupid smile tugging the corners of your lips upwards.

yes, your plan might have failed, but you’re finally spending time with your boyfriend.

—

another failed date.

kuroo was supposed to pick you up from your home and he either forgot about it or deliberately chose to stand you up.

the disappointed looks from your mother are the last straw. you have made up your mind and —as terrified as you are— your eyes have finally opened to the cruel reality: kuroo tetsurou is not the love of your life.

as much as you want him to be, he wouldn’t be treating you like he does if that were the case. you can’t keep living in a fantasy where he’ll suddenly go back to how he was during your first three months together.

before you confront him at his house, you take a quick detour to your favorite spot. it’s a park you always went to as a kid and now you go whenever you feel suffocated or need to think things through.

the park has a nice pond with a bridge over it, so you take the time to walk on it, your fingers gliding over the worn-out metal railing. you take note of the little ducks swimming in it and how lovely the petals look floating on the water.

you have never been one of those people who easily recognize others from afar —your sight barely allows you to look two meters ahead of you— but your eyes are drawn to a tall figure standing under a tree. it looks familiar, but you have to take a few more steps in their direction so you can put a face on it. 

the universe must really want you to open your eyes, giving you a push and showing you your boyfriend making out with another girl.

you almost feel jealous, wondering how would it feel to have him kiss you with such desire. to have his large hands running over your waist and his breath brushing against your lips.

instead, you find yourself disgusted at how easily he can ignore your relationship and do this behind your back, like a coward.

kuroo’s eyes open right as you walk towards them and he curses, shoving the girl away and running his fingers through his hair nonchalantly.

“h-hey, kitten! what are y–”

“we’re done.”

he blinks, not sure if he heard you correctly. though the hostility coming off of you tells him that wasn’t the case.

“c’mon,” he smiles but it falters at the last second, “we’ve gone through this before.”

the way your brows scrunch up and your eyes look fleetingly at the ashamed girl next to him, cause an unsettling feeling to sit on the pit of his stomach.

“i’ll change,” he smiles refreshingly but the way his eyes dart from your face to the space behind you, never making direct contact with your own, betray his tone.

“no, you won’t,” you say curtly and sigh, your posture visibly deflates as if a huge weight has been suddenly placed over you, “tetsu, i’m tired.”

upon hearing the defeat in your tone, his throat knots painfully. he notices how you do look tired, your eyes don’t sparkle as they used to when you saw his face, and your lips are drawn downwards.

kuroo doesn’t remember the last time he saw you smile. he can’t even remember the sound of your laugh but he knows it used to make his heart flutter.

you look drained, and it’s all his fault.

“one more chance,” he pleads, his tone unusually anxious, “kitten, just one. i swear i’ll treat you like you deserve.”

he takes a step forward, trying to get a hold of your hands but you involuntarily move away.

“it’s over.”

your figure backs away until he can no longer see you, never turning to look back at him, not even once.

and that’s how kuroo tetsurou experienced his first heartbreak, caused by no other but himself.

[beelspillowpet]

could i get some hcs of the brothers (how many is up to you!!) with an epileptic MC? like, they end up having absence and myoclonic seizures, and maybe hurt themselves a bit? sorry if this is too specific adjkd it just happened to me this morning and. i accidentally flung my spoon across the room while eating cereal 🙈 i also stabbed myself in the eye with my thumb but Eh

OMG Anon!!! I hope you’re okay!? Seizures are really serious and dangerous, I hope you’re recovering alright?! Sending you a bunch of hugs and head pats u-u In other somewhat unrelated news, I’m glad people are so comfortable coming to me with these sorts of HCs. Means I really am doing an impactful job in my research and writing these sorts of things comfort you. It also helps me learn a little more about people's everyday struggles. Here’s to hoping for a bright future for you all!

I tried to include more symptoms and types of seizures (?) in this post, but I don’t think I was able to touch on them all? Usually when I do HCs like this, I have something like an “interview” with the asker beforehand to make sure I’m getting their experience probably, and a better understanding of the disorders. I hope this is portrayed properly!!! ~

Lucifer

He’s lecturing you, but pauses for a moment to question your reasoning for making pacts with his brothers. He’s expecting you to answer, but you don’t. You simply daze off at him. You weren’t trying to piss him off, but you weren’t all there in the moment. Your hands twitched and your hand accidently shot up behind you, as if you were pulling your hand away from a snapping dog. He took that as a warning.

The second time it occurred was over dinner. It was just you and him, enjoying the meal you prepared for dinner and waited for him to arrive home for it. You had another epileptic seizure, and spaced out for longer than normal.

When you came to, Lucifer was out of his chair at your side, checking to make sure you were alright. He was a bit rattled to say the least, but when he waved his hand in front of your eyes and they followed, he started to relax a bit more. He questioned what just happened, but with the slot of time missing in your brain, you couldn’t completely answer him.

It’s when you start jerking your body about uncontrollably, as if something is possessing you to behave in such a manner than he finally looks into it. Admittedly, he should have done so sooner, this isn’t normal behavior after all. What he discovers is a bit upsetting, as there’s no “cure” or “fix” for it. He doesn’t bring it up to you- you’re probably sensitive about the topic. But he’s far more patient with you now, knowing that these seizures are just a part of your life.

Mammon

Oh what the fuck was that? Are ya’ good? You just kinda... slapped the fuck out of yourself there? Why’d you do that?

This pea-brain probably doesn’t pick up on too many symptoms at first. You’re just his weird, hopeless human. While that’s nice, a little more attention would be grateful.

“Hey Mammon, when did you dye your hair yellow?” “What’re ya talkin’ about? My hair is white.” “Huh, in this light it looks yellow. And did you get a tan?” He thinks you’re weird but it’s okay. It sort of offends you that he thinks this way, it’s not like you’re doing this on purpose. You genuinely thought he dyed his hair yellow- and that he darkened his skin.

There are also times when he uses the same cologne but something smells different about it. The whiplash of suddenly having one smell and then be overwhelmed by something entirely different, or have this random dizziness... well, at least Mammon is always there to catch you if you lose your balance. As much of an airhead as he is, he’s still a helpful and supportive one.

Leviathan

Your seizures scare the shit out of them. You have the worst ones with him because while in his room, the bright flashing lights are somehow worse. Brighter, even more than before, and before you know it you’re having an out of body experience, feeling your body twitch and tremor, but unable to stop it.

You can hear Leviathan freaking out in the distance, making sure you lay down flat and keep you from swallowing your own tongue. Despite having a panic attack after the fact, he’s relatively calm for the most part. He doesn’t have any real knowledge on these things yet, and he’s not sure if he’s prepared for it.

Other times you may just pace the floor as if thinking. You’re constantly rubbing your hands together, looking left and right erratically. Sometimes when you do this, you’re muttering nonsense, and other times, you’re silent. Leviathan isn’t sure which one is scarier.

He does research on why you behave this way sometimes. You don’t have them too often, but it’s happened at least three times and it’s scared him each time. When he discovers his solution, he tries to bring it up with you in a calm and quiet manner. Either that or he waits until next time because bringing it up unprompted can be awkward.

Satan

Oh. He knows what’s going on. He’s got doctor friends. He sort of just... asks. Just to be sure. Whether you tell him or not, he knows what’s really going on here. He won’t judge. Obviously not. You can’t control your behavior with those sorts of things.

He’s aware that seizures can kick up anywhere, so he watches you carefully. You could have one while walking down the steps and end up falling and hurting yourself. You could get one while preparing dinner and accidently stab yourself- or you can even get one while driving. He’s always prepared to take over for you when you need it.

There was one time you finally did come to him. To confide in him about your problems. It was silly, you thought. Why would he listen? Except he set aside his book, turned in his chair to you, and listened. He never interrupted, and only spoke when you were taking a moment to breathe through your tears.

He was there for you, and he would never try to upset you. He knows how scary these sorts of things can be. While he doesn’t struggle with the same issues, having depressive episodes are not lost on him. He would gladly welcome you into his arms for a hug, and make sure you’re at least safe in these awful times.

Asmodeus

You and Asmo were at the club when it happened. You’re dancing with each other one moment, and the next you’re on the floor convulsing. You were embarrassed once it was all over, but imagine how terrified Asmo was???

You come back to yourself still on the dirty floor of the club, but now people are surrounding you, all concerned. You see Asmodeus crying, not knowing what to do. He’s panicked, and he’s gently holding your hand, hoping you’re okay.

You two leave the club early, and in your guilt, explain to him what happened. Although you’re vague because you aren’t entirely sure of the details, he puts together enough to know it won’t be the last time that happens.

he clings to you afterwards, and doesn’t let go. Even if you involuntarily jerk and hit him by accident. He knows. He understands and he loves you, darling. You would never want to push him away, and he would never want you to go. Next time, he WILL do better for you.

Beelzebub

You two were playing sports together when he accidently tackled you too hard. You fell over and hit your head hard, causing you to fall into a shock-induced seizure.

He kneels there by your side crying. He knows what to do but every time he touches you, you jerk violently. As if you’re afraid of his touch, afraid of him making things worse. Still, he does his best to assist you, making sure you don’t swallow your tongue and that you don’t harm yourself any further.

Once it��s all over, he carries you to the benches and gives you food and water. He’s still crying a bit, not sure what he should do now. He probably calls Lucifer for help, and while waiting, just talks to you. Makes sure you’re still all there.

When he’s alone, he does a bit more research on seizures and comes across epilepsy. After going over what can cause the seizures, he’s riddled with even more guilt. You hit your head when he tackled you. He probably caused that seizure, didn’t he? From then on, he refuses to play sports with you. He could never forgive himself for putting you through that.

Belphegor

Of course it was a nap. What else would it be? You wake him up on accident when you kick your leg out too hard, knocking him off the bed. When he gets up to yell at you for doing that, he notices you aren’t really paying much attention to him. Instead you’re twitching your arms and legs, grunting and groaning at the pain in your limbs when you slap against the bedpost.

You’re blinking rapidly and your lips are moving, as if you’re trying to ask him for help. All that manages to come out is something similar to your lips smacking. Like Beel when he’s taste testing his dinner.

Once the seizure is over, Belphie is sitting you up slowly, petting your hand. He brings you into a hug as  you tremble in his arms, whispering that its okay and that he’s here now.

He’d never experienced something so... unsettling in his life. He wonders if humans do this sometimes. Sometimes after... traumatic experiences. He cringes at the thought. Could he have caused this unintentionally? He didn’t think that the one time he snapped, he would leave you with irreversible damage. He tries to be diligent in helping you from there on, doing his thorough research and making sure you are taken care of in all ways possible should these continue, or get worse. To him, it’s more than a reason to redeem himself, it’s just doing what’s right.

[amelialincoln]

The Way Life Goes

This is my post finale fic. Will def be 2+ parts. Hope u enjoy

TW: substance abuse

The look he wore on his face was a mixture of confusion and betrayal and it made her want to run away and hide. She found herself wondering how he could feel betrayed. She had told him exactly what she wanted and it was exactly the opposite of what was happening at this very moment. If anything, she should be the one looking at him like that. She couldn’t bring herself to glance in the direction of her nieces and nephew. She found herself wondering how many people were in on this, how many people she was going to disappoint yet again. Link had always told Ellis she’d be their flower girl and Amelia couldn’t imagine how excited she was when Link had told her that they were going to get married. She blinked hard, wondering for a moment if she was going to throw up.

When she opened her eyes again he was standing on both feet, collecting the tiny boxes, that she refused to look at, from the kid’s hands. Were they supposed to go dance now like everything was okay? This was supposed to be Maggie’s day, why would he make it about them? She felt that familiar impending feeling, in the pit of her stomach, that she had just fucked everything up. Still, she was stuck frozen in place. She wanted to say something to him to fix this. She wished she could just say yes. For the sake of him, Scout, and for everyone who works at the damn hospital and is tired of putting up with her shit.

The kids ran off and it was the two of them. He was kicking sand with his feet, dirting up the shoes he’d spent so much time polishing the night before.

“So what now then?” He questioned bitterly.

“I don’t know,” she choked out, the only thing she could think of to say. He shook his head and let out a sour chuckle. He muttered something that she felt grateful not to hear before pushing past her and storming back to the after party. She found herself guiltily wondering if he was going to find Jo, who always seemed ready to give him shitty advice whenever they were having a fight. Maybe they’d decide that they had actually loved each other the whole time. That idea felt like a knife to the heart but she also felt a sense of relief, knowing that at least he’d have found someone who deserves him. Someone who can be all the things that she can’t. Someone who can make him happy.

The tide was coming in and water was lapping gently against her ankles. It was cold but she couldn’t really feel it. The music had died down and she could see people vacating the reception. The after party would be held at Meredith’s. She was supposed to be helping host it. She sat down, her dress clinging to her small frame as the bottom half became submerged in the clear water. She’d wait until everyone was gone. Until every person that would offer her sympathy or judgment had driven away. Not until, most likely, the sun had dipped into the glittering water that shone in the horizon and until the beach was surrounded in darkness.

He had taken the car, she’d realized, as she stood shivering and soggy in the empty parking lot. Why the hell would he take the car? The answer was simple, he’d assumed that she would’ve caught a ride with Meredith, to get to the house early. That was the plan even before he’d pulled out that ring box. But the whole situation made her even more pissed. Her phone was at 8% and she opened the maps app quickly, eyeing if anything was around. It was the park, less than a kilometer away, that caught her eye. She knew exactly what happened in that park. She recognized the name since it had been brought up in almost half of the addicts at her meeting’s backstories. That park had exactly what her entire body was craving and suddenly it overcame all of her thoughts.

The thing was that she had already fucked everything up. She couldn’t go to Mer’s. She couldn’t go to Link’s apartment. She had nowhere to go. No one to talk to who wouldn’t express some form of judgment. Unlike every person she was now close with, the people at the park wouldn’t care. If anything, those people understood her more than anyone else. The comfort of being surrounded by people who also needed to escape from their unbearable and insufferable lives was intoxicating.

The first bonfire was filled with teenagers. She grimaced slightly before realizing she was in no place to judge. Since when had she become so judgmental? It was her coworkers, her brain was screaming at her. She was becoming one of those egotistical people she used to hate, who had the idea that they were better than everyone else. The type of people who had convinced her that something was wrong with her. The type of people who couldn’t mind their own business for once in their life. She pulled her hoodie tighter around her wet dress as she approached the next blaze.

“Hey,” a woman greeted her gruffly, probably only a couple of years older than her. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here?” The woman was giving her a look of resentment that only Amelia could really understand. She wanted to laugh but instead gave her an uninterested shrug.

“What do you have?” She asked, pulling out her wallet.

“Come take a seat and I’ll show you.” She reminded Amelia of one of her dealers in California except without the little toddler who would always be following his drugged up mother around. There was a strange comfort that this woman provided though, Amelia realized as she settled onto the log between her and a man she’d probably sleep with, by the look of him, if she wasn’t in a relationship. Was she still in a relationship? She passed the woman whatever bills she kept in her wallet and turned to the man beside her.

“What do you recommend?” He looked as if he was having the best trip of his life. He eyed her softly, his vision slightly glazed over before nodding to the syringe the woman was offering.

“Well, what do you like?” He asked simply, scratching his prickly beard with his index finger and eyeing her wet dress with confusion.

“Oxy,” she replied, her eyes glancing over to the little bags and boxes in the women's impressive stash. Watching as he smirked slightly and opened his palms up to the warmth of the fire with a shake of his head.

“You’ll like this then. Camilla's got you.” he confirmed. “If you can handle it.” There was a small kind and teasing tone to his voice and it relaxed her slightly.

“Alright,” she shrugged calmly as she stretched her arm out in the direction of the women and waited for the world to fade away.

Find part 2 here

[4haechie]

cliché

summary: he doesn’t care if it seems cliché, donghyuck really wants to run into your arms after winning the game.

pairing: soccer player!lee donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, high school au

words: 1,882

warnings: swearing, that’s all

a/n: this is for the one (1) anon who requested for a part 2 to this drabble :D thank u sm i hope u like it! also, i should’ve thought this through bc i don’t know the first thing about soccer. enjoy!

“y/n, wait up!”

you’re making your way to the stands when mark calls out to you from behind. you turn on your heel and face him, annoyed, “what is it?” you don’t mean to sound rude, but you don’t want to miss a single second of the game.

“i have the perfect plan–”

“i don’t wanna hear it!” you know exactly what he was planning on telling you, but you don’t give him the chance. you quickly pass the food stalls on the ground floor, climb the steps of the stands, and take your seat. you plop your bag on the seat to your left to save one for mark–he’s annoying and a slowpoke, yeah, but he’s your best friend.

the announcer states the game will be starting soon; you don’t know why your heart is beating so fast, it’s not like you’re playing. you’re only watching the boy you like play. no big deal.

you hope his team wins. you also hope he’ll come up in the stands after winning to say hi and perhaps more. the rapid beating of your heart returns as the crowd goes wild when the announcer starts reading out the players’ names.

/

lee donghyuck is amazing at soccer. he’s been playing the sport since he was young. he’s good at it, the captain of the school’s team, and never fails to bring his team victory.

he’s played about a million and one games before. why is he so nervous about this one?

oh, yeah. it’s because he invited you to watch the game a few days ago. you, who’s been his crush for as long as he can remember. you, who has no clue he’s crushing on you.

“game starts in five.” the coach is pacing around, making everybody more nervous than they really are. “this is the first game of the semester. no big deal,” he lets out an airy laugh. “we’re going against our number one rival school. no pressure,” he lets out the same laugh.

donghyuck rolls his eyes. “coach, relax! we’ve gone against them before and won. this is gonna be a piece of cake, right guys?” he gazes around his teammates.

the coach does some warm-ups–he’s not even playing; donghyuck doesn’t get this guy–and walks over to the teacher’s bench to chat with his colleagues.

the field is open, of course, and the players’ waiting area is a huge tent just beside the stands. donghyuck scans the stands–he doesn’t know where you’re seated, so when he doesn’t find you, a small frown traces his lips. what if you didn’t show? you said you would...but he can’t see you anywhere. what if you changed your mind? his mind is racing with such thoughts when the announcer yells something through his megaphone.

“all players on the field!”

the coach tells the team to huddle for a second and gives his final piece of advice: “finish them! you hear me?” the teammates whoop and cheer loudly and the coach smiles at them fondly.

/

“our school needs one more goal to win.” mark says, munching on cheesy doritos. you grip the empty can of soda in your hand tightly in anticipation. they have to win. he has to win. “donghyuck has to make the winning goal. he’s so fucking good, y/n!” mark nudges you knowingly.

you need to focus on the game in front of you, but mark’s words make your mind wander. he really is good. mark’s never been to any of his games before, and you’ve been to the very first game he played after making the team.

you and donghyuck have been in the same class for as long as you can remember. you also live in the same neighbourhood. but you’re always too shy to approach him, and he’s always with his billion teammates or friends. you, on the other hand, are with mark, your oldest friend, most of the time.

just to show your support, your entire class in freshman year went to donghyuck’s first-ever soccer match. he was so thrilled to see everyone there, cheering for him and rooting for him. he lost that match, unfortunately, but learned from his mistakes and won every single match after that. soon, in junior year, he was made the captain.

this game is going to be one of his last games before he graduates. so he has to win, not only to bring another trophy to the table but also to impress you. as silly as it sounds, he prays you’re out there somewhere. he prays you’re watching, because he really wants to kiss you after winning the game–like every cliché high school movie to ever exist.

/

donghyuck feels beads of sweat lining his forehead, trailing down his neck. he takes a deep breath. he listens closely to the audience screaming his name. he grasps that, holds onto it, clings to that as if his life depends on it. he doesn’t have much time, he has to take his shot. he runs like the wind and he’s suddenly in front of the goalpost, staring at the face of the rival goalkeeper.

donghyuck dares glance around; his eyes catch the sight of the opposition advancing. he has to act fast. he gathers all the stamina that’s left, takes one look at the goal, does the necessary pre-goal-making calculations in his head, and kicks the ball. all of this happens in under a second–the goalkeeper doesn’t see it coming. donghyuck is known for his surprise attacks and goals. this really was a piece of cake, he thinks.

the ball soars and hits the back of the net. the crowd goes wild–literally. the chanting gets louder, and donghyuck smiles brightly. in an instant, as if this was rehearsed, his teammates surround him, lift him in the air, also chanting his name.

he gets handed the winning trophy, and everything becomes a blur. he and his teammates pose on the field to take pictures, his coach cries tears of joy, his parents come running to embrace him, hearts full of pride, his siblings look the happiest he’s ever seen them. everyone’s smiling and joyful, just the way he wants. he’s dreamed of this day before, just like he’s dreamed of all his matches. he dreams he makes the winning goal, the crowd screams his name, he spots you, walks towards you and pulls you in for a kiss in front of everyone.

he didn’t care in his vision, and he wouldn’t care in real life either.

/

after the game, the cheerleaders put on a final performance, commemorating your school’s win, marking the end of the event.

mark bumps you in the shoulder, “you have to tell him now. it’ll be the cherry on top to his day today. did you see how he smiled? it’s like he knew he was gonna win all along.”

you’re still seated in the stands with him, even though most of the audience has taken its leave. besides, mark also has friends on the team. he couldn’t leave without congratulating them in person. the team left to shower and change a while ago, so you’re sure your heart won’t settle till you’ve seen and talked to donghyuck in person.

“i have a feeling he did.”

mark chuckles, “he’s a great guy, y/n. and i think he likes you too. just tell him! what’s the harm?”

you press your lips together. “the fact that he might not like me back?”

mark rolls his eyes, “y/n, it’s not a fact if you’re not sure, and you won’t be sure till you tell him.”

he has a point, but doesn’t everyone get a little doubtful when it comes to someone liking a person back? your mind argues with itself, debating, and listing the pros and cons of telling him how you feel once and for all.

just then, a familiar voice interrupts your train of thoughts. “i didn’t think you guys would come.”

you whip your head to the side and see lee donghyuck standing there, having changed out of his soccer uniform to a pair of jeans and a plain tee hidden under his jersey, and his bag is slung over one shoulder.

jesus, fuck. this boy...

“y/n would’ve never missed it.” mark smiles up at donghyuck, who scratches his neck in embarrassment.

you shove mark to the side and get up to stand in front of donghyuck. donghyuck’s eyes widen a little when you extend out a hand, “congratulations on winning the game, donghyuck! that final goal was one for the history books.”

donghyuck giggles...giggles, before meeting your hand in a firm shake. “thanks, um, that means a lot.”

“what do you mean?” you pull away reluctantly, not wanting to let go, but not wanting to look clingy either.

he glances at mark warily but softens his gaze at you. mark sighs, “fine, i’ll leave. make it quick, you two! and no funny business–”

you practically push mark away and after ensuring he’s far, far, away from the stands, you gesture at donghyuck to continue.

“i mean...that i’m really glad you came. i’m also really glad you watched me win. a bunch of colleges sent representatives to watch the game, and a few of them even approached me. i might have a shot at getting a scholarship,” he chuckles shyly.

“donghyuck, that’s so awesome! oh my god...i’m so, so, happy for you!” you grin.

“thanks,” he looks down at the floor, a little flustered. “so, um, i wanted to ask you something. well, more like tell you something.”

you cock an eyebrow, puzzled.

“the thing is...before the game started, i was at the tent and i glanced around the stands to look for you–just to, you know, wave at you or something.” he laughs before continuing, “i didn’t see you, so i thought, i don’t know, maybe you didn’t come? i was...kinda sad. i don’t even know why. it’s not like just because i didn’t see you doesn’t mean you weren’t there. but anyway, i’m really glad you made it. and i’m really happy i won,” he smirks.

you’re not sure you’re able to process his words. they tug at your ears but no avail. they go straight to your heart. they stay there, snuggled together. “donghyuck...what are you trying to say?”

donghyuck doesn’t speak. instead, he sets his bag on the floor, brings a hand around your waist and urges you close. you gasp, but it’s immediately drowned out by the feeling of his lips on yours. the kiss only lasts a few seconds, but to you, it feels like an eternity. his lips are soft, plump and sweet–you wonder what lip balm he uses. he pulls away, grinning.

“woah,” you breathe.

“i’m trying to say that i like you, y/n. and i really wanted to kiss you after winning the game.” donghyuck gingerly twirls a strand of your hair around his finger.

you giggle, burying your face in his chest. he smooths your hair out and props his chin atop your head. “i like you too–a lot, actually,” you say.

he hums, “that’s a relief.” he pulls away to look at your face, admiring every detail, every curve, every feature. “you’re really pretty.”

you roll your eyes, “shut up and kiss me again.”

and he does.

[kae-karo]

No worries or rush or etc if this doesn’t hit your fancy but for a prompt: Kaeya - nightmares - hurt/comfort?

HELLO HI DEAR THANK U THANK U this was a fun lil piece, i hope you enjoy it!!

tiny, quiet hours of the night - T - 1.4k

tags: established relationship, canon divergence, nightmares, slight hurt/comfort (but mostly the comfort part)

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His heart aches for Kaeya on these nights, the ones where the Abyss refuses to release him, refuses to let him rest. It’s been better lately, but it does not make these nights any less painful.

Kaeya wakes from a nightmare, and Diluc does his best to comfort him.

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Diluc wakes with a sharp breath, brows furrowed as awareness filters in.

Cold - that’s the first thing he notices. The blankets no longer cover his chest, and he blinks his eyes open to find-

“Kaeya?” His voice is still scratchy with sleep, but he pushes himself up to where Kaeya sits in the middle of the bed. He doesn’t look over, remains painfully still with knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped tightly around them. It’s colder here, Diluc can feel the ice radiating from Kaeya’s skin, but he inches closer regardless.

“Don’t.” Quiet, sharp, and Diluc stills with his fingers just a moment away from brushing Kaeya’s skin. “Too cold.”

He sees it now, the prickle of frost along Kaeya’s bare skin, sparkling gently from the glow of the moon seeping through the window. In place of reaching out to touch him, Diluc lets a gentle warmth radiate from his palm.

Kaeya sucks in a sharp breath, but does not pull away from Diluc, and the frost begins to melt. It drips in tiny beads of water down his arm, and Diluc shifts his palm to hover over a new patch of skin.

It is in this way that Kaeya begins to thaw, and his grip on his knees loosens slightly as the ice gives way to tracks of cool water that drip down onto the bed, onto the blanket, and Diluc does not care enough to worry if they’ll regret it later.

“Another nightmare,” he says once he’s certain that Kaeya is no longer at risk of freezing to death in the middle of their bed.

He doesn’t speak, just nods very gently, and Diluc leans in. Lets his palm - cooled, now - press lightly to the bare expanse of Kaeya’s back.

“No,” Kaeya says aloud, then, just as Diluc’s lips part. His eye flicks over to catch Diluc’s, and the barest hint of a smirk touches his lips. “I don’t particularly want to talk about it.”

Diluc shuts his mouth, nods at Kaeya.

His heart aches for him on these nights, the ones where the Abyss refuses to release him, refuses to let him rest. It’s been better lately, but it does not make these nights any less painful.

After a time, though Diluc does not know how long, Kaeya shifts again. He releases his legs, finally, and they fall to the side as he leans into Diluc, and it is like breathing to pull Kaeya into his chest, to press a kiss to his frostmelt-damped hair.

“It’s childish, I think,” Kaeya says quietly, and Diluc’s brows furrow. “To wish that it would all just stop already.” A huffed breath that might be his attempt at laughter.

“The nightmares?”

A subtle nod.

“But life is not so simple, certainly not for me.” Kaeya’s voice takes on that painfully amused tone, the one that turns his words dismissive and resigned. “It’s a naive thing, to wish it all gone in the blink of an eye.”

And Diluc does not know what to say to that, for Kaeya isn’t wrong. The world is not a kind place, has not been gentle with either of them, least of all Kaeya - perhaps that’s the very reason for his childish desire.

But simplicity has never been a part of their vocabulary, he supposes. In place of words, he pulls Kaeya tighter against his chest.

“You should rest,” Kaeya says quietly, even as he curls further into Diluc’s chest. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” And still Kaeya clings tighter, and Diluc runs a hand through his hair.

“I can’t help when I’m asleep,” he says decisively, and Kaeya huffs out another amused sort of breath.

“If you sleep, then at least one of us will be well-rested.”

“I’d rather be awake with you.” It’s an easy truth, and Diluc considers that perhaps some things are far simpler than he’d been prepared to claim. Some things persist, some things defy pain and heartbreak and choose instead to endure. Some things live at the core of Diluc’s entire being, a truth so unshakably certain that no twisted path can force it to shatter.

“Come on, let’s get you some tea.” A pause, and Kaeya makes a distinctly disapproving noise. “I’m not giving you wine at this hour, and besides,” he shifts his hand, presses it flat to the mattress. Grimaces at the cool touch of water that’s seeped in. “This isn’t exactly a comfortable place to stay.”

Kaeya heaves a long-suffering sigh, a sure sign that he’s already on the end of forcing his nightmares back, then crawls from Diluc’s arms toward the edge of the bed. Glances back over his shoulder, lips twisted.

“Will you keep me warm?”

“Always.”

A smirk tugs at Kaeya’s lips, and he shoves the blanket aside and stands. Bypasses the wardrobe and heads for the door, and Diluc stands to follow him.

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He returns from the kitchen with two cups of tea in hand to find Kaeya already settled on the sofa, a blanket tucked around his shoulders. He glances up at Diluc’s approach, and his distantly neutral expression shifts into a soft smile.

It’s a rare thing, that smile - genuine, like it was when they were kids, and Diluc melts in its presence. He hands over Kaeya’s tea and does not bother warning him of its heat - he’ll drink it regardless, and demand that Diluc keep him warm all the same.

Kaeya requests that quietly, though, by way of lifting the blanket enough for Diluc to climb under it, to settle at his side and pull him close. It’s second nature at this point, to raise his body temperature just enough to warm them both, and Kaeya hums as he leans into Diluc’s side.

It takes until he’s halfway finished with his tea before he shifts again.

“Do you ever wish we could go back, Luc?” Quiet, a little wistful. Diluc glances over to find him staring at his mug, gaze a bit distant. It sharpens, though, as he turns to Diluc. “Back to when we were kids? It was easier, wasn’t it?”

Diluc nods without thinking - it undoubtedly was.

“But I don’t know if I would want to return,” he says, and Kaeya’s lips press into a line. Curl up just barely at the corners.

“I know.” His thumb brushes along the side of his mug, slow and rhythmic, and Diluc sets his hand gently on his arm. He stills, then, and his smile widens just a bit. “I suppose it would be quite painful to return to our childhood.”

“Painful?” Diluc scoffs, and Kaeya glances over. Leans in, and Diluc goes easily into the brief, warm kiss.

“I wouldn’t have done that when we were kids. Just thought about it.” A pause, and he tips his head. “A lot.” Although it’s Kaeya speaking, Diluc’s face flushes with warmth - he was perhaps also a guilty of such daydreaming...

“In any case, I wouldn’t trade it for where we are now,” he continues, and Diluc exhales a sharp breath. Something like relief, perhaps even just that they’ve changed the topic back to less...embarrassing territory.

An elbow connects with his ribs, then, sharp but not so much as to cause any damage, and Diluc frowns in Kaeya’s direction. Finds a bright blue eye staring at him, accompanied by a smirk on Kaeya’s lips, and Diluc sets his jaw. He’s certainly familiar with what comes after such a look.

“Come on, Luc, don’t tell me you didn’t think about it too.”

“I have no idea what you’re referring to,” he says quickly, and knows that he does not convince Kaeya with those words. Still, he’ll make the attempt to salvage his pride, at least.

“Didn’t you ever fantasize about kissing me, hm?” The mug lands with a thunk on the table, and Kaeya turns to face Diluc properly. “Never thought about my hands on your body, or being pinned to the ground beneath me while we sparred?” His gaze turns devious, and when he climbs into Diluc’s lap, Diluc cannot say that he detests it.

“No? Hm, what about my hands in your hair, combing through it?” He does it as he speaks, gentle and warm in a way that lights Diluc’s body on fire. “Pulling it?” Sharp sparks of pain that do little to cool him, and his hands settle on Kaeya’s thighs.

“I thought about that, too,” he says with a lazy smirk. “You were always so gentle with me,” he muses as Diluc leans close, as his breath ghosts across the now-warmed planes of his chest. “I wondered if you’d ever-” A sharp gasp as Diluc sinks his teeth in, intentional in his timing, and Kaeya coughs out a breathless laugh.

“But I suppose some things take time,” he adds as he shifts on Diluc’s lap, and Diluc’s fingers dig into his thighs. “And for you, Luc, I was always happy to wait.”

[liberty-barnes]

Done Wondering

Jock!Tom Holland x Female!Reader

Highschool AU

@danicarosaline requested: Hi pretty!! i saw your requests are open so may i please request a jock Tom x reader! Tom is a big softy and the captain of his football team and reader is a tough ‘not taking shits from anybody’ type of person? Like Tom gets in an argument with a team mate and he’s being all nice and calm about it but reader thinks his team mate deserves a good punch in the face so she punches him and it shocks the entire team and Tom himself even though he expected it!!

Warnings: F L U F F, not sure that the football talk is 100% accurate, all I know about American football is that Tom Brady's a quarterback, their jerseys are cool and apparently I'm supposed to cheer for the Pats? (yeah, that's my dad's fault), B99 references (i fucking love that show), cursing, a bit of violence ig

Word Count: 2.3k words (why can i not write short things?)

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: so sorry it took so long to get this out! also, i got waaaaaay to invested in this... oopsie

Masterlist

You ran across the field as people all around you celebrated with only one goal in mind: kiss your boyfriend.

You and Tom had been dating for almost seven months now, to many people's surprise. The entire school thought you'd be together for a week tops, but you surpassed all their expectations by becoming the longest standing couple in junior year (not that it was hard, high schoolers change partners like discardable gloves). 

Tom was one of Sunset High's best and brightest, loved by the teachers, captain of the football team, and the object of many's affection.

You, however, were nothing like that. You hated sports (everyone knows art's better anyway), social interactions were your personal little slice of hell, and everyone was too scared to approach you since you threatened to gut Charles after he accidentally forgot to give you back your pencil.

All in all, there was no way you two could stay together.

There was no way you could even make a friendship work, let alone a romantic relationship.

But then there was that fateful summer night...

Your mind ran at a thousand miles an hour as you rocked in the park's nest swing. The stars looming over you were the only thing keeping you from spiraling, and after an hour of watching them, the peace in your mind was crumbling.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

You sat up on the swing and looked to your right where stood a sheepish-looking Tom.

"It's okay, I should probably leave anyway..."

"No! I mean, it's okay, you were here first I didn't mean to disturb you."

You cast your eyes down until he spoke again.

"You go to my school, right? (Y/n)? We were in the same English class in freshman year."

"Yeah, I think so... I'm surprised you remember me, we didn't have any classes together last year..."

He huffed out a laugh and leaned against the support beam, hands in his pockets.

"It's kinda hard to forget someone like you. You stood up to the teacher on the first day after he yelled at a kid and spent the next year having actual coherent debates about the books that most of the class never even read, let alone understood. You're kind of amazing."

You ducked your head once more to try to cover the blush on your cheeks, biting your lip.

"Thanks."

He nodded and took a deep breath, then sat in front of you and pushed so the swing was rocking softly, always catching it before it hit his face.

You giggled a bit and sat criss-cross applesauce, back straight, your mother's words permanently etched into your brain.

"So, what are you doing alone in the town's most secluded park at midnight?"

"Oh, you know, questioning my life choices, freaking out because in three weeks we're going back to school while simultaneously feeling stir crazy after having nothing cool to do all summer, regretting ever being born, the usual. What about you?"

"Getting crushed by everyone's expectations, feeling constricted cause I have to set a good example for my little brothers, freaking out cause I have no idea what I want to do with my life, the usual."

A comfortable silence settled between you.

"Do our lives really suck or is it just the teenagers in us that dramatize everything?"

He huffed out a laugh.

"I don't know, tell me your story and I'll let you know."

You scooched to the side and patted the now empty spot on the too-small swing so he could lay down next to you. Looking at the stars seemed like a better idea than looking at him.

"I never really liked school, people are jerks, cafeteria food is disgusting at best, I have no friends -not that I care about that, I'm better off alone. Still, it's better than being home. When my father isn't working in his study, he's berating me about getting better grades, even though I'm a straight-A student, not that he cares enough to actually know that. My mother's usually either gossiping with her other rich friends or telling me to correct my posture, dress better, act like a lady, it's infuriating...

"My older brother, the only person in that family that I genuinely like, left for MIT today, so I guess I'm just now realizing that I'm really... alone. I'll have to suffer through my father's lectures about getting high grades and act like someone I'm not so my mother doesn't take away everything I love until I "learn to act like a respectable woman". Jake used to get them to lay off me, but now he's not here. Sometimes I wonder why they even adopted me if I'm such a bad daughter. It just sucks."

You felt his hand twitch next to yours and his eyes on your face.

"Your turn."

He took a shuddering breath before speaking.

"My parents are amazing, they really are, they only want what's best for me, but sometimes it's a little much. They constantly remind me of going to training, doing my homework, studying for tests, and even though they always say it's okay, I see the disappointment in their eyes when my grades lower even by a single point.

"My little brothers look up to me a lot, and they're always telling me how much they want to be just like me when they grow up. I know they mean it in the best possible way, but it's just that much more pressure. I just... feel the need to always be the best at everything. The best football player, the best captain, the best student, the kindest person in that school, most helpful... it's all a bit much."

This time, it was you who were looking at his profile while he gazed at the stars.

"It's okay to feel overwhelmed, Tom. It doesn't matter that they have the best intentions, they're still putting too much pressure on you and you deserve the chance to relax."

He turned towards you and for the first time that night, you realized just how close you were.

"You're not a bad daughter just because you have different interests. I, for one, think you are a strong and independent woman who doesn't need to change because of some mere peasants. You're a queen... You deserve someone that'll treat you as one."

Your breath caught in your throat as you locked eyes with him.

"Wanna make a deal?"

You nodded tentatively, though at this point you'd probably agree to murder someone as long as he kept looking at you that way.

"I'll be your friend, give you something to do whenever you need it, save you from your asshole parents and remind you of just how awesome you are every day..."

"And in return?"

"And in return, you'll say stuff like what you said before when I get too stuck in my head, save me from my so-called friends when they're being jerks, and come to every practice with me so you have something to do and I have someone to make silly faces at."

"I'm pretty sure there are a thousand girls in that school that would kill to have you make silly faces at them."

"Maybe so, but they aren't you. A lock of your hair is worth more than all of them combined."

You bit your lip and smiled.

"Okay."

"Cool."

"Cool."

He pecked you softly on the lips before he lost his nerve, quick and fleeting, feather-light but strong enough to leave fires in its wake. You pulled him back and gave him a slightly longer kiss before setting your head on his shoulder and going back to stargazing, now with someone to keep you company.

Three weeks later, you walked into school hand in hand and haven't let go since.

"Tommy!"

You jumped into his arms, ignoring the smell of sweat and how it would probably cling to your clothes.

"You did so good baby!"

He kissed you straight on the lips, not minding his teammate's wolf-whistles, having grown used to them already.

"I had a pretty good motivation."

"Oh?"

"Mm-hm, my girl told me she'd bake me cookies if I won this match, and I really like her cookies."

"Sounds like you have a great girlfriend."

"The best."

You kissed him again and he smiled when he felt the fabric of his spare jersey adorning your figure.

"Yo, Holland!"

You forced apart by Teddy's call, one of the newer players. Since you went to every single practice, you knew that Teddy was being an ass lately, always wanting the glory, never passing the ball to his teammates. If it weren't for Tom's skill as captain of the team, he would've cost them most matches, including this one.

"Why didn't you pass me the ball?"

"Pardon?"

"That last play, I was free and you passed the ball to Harrison even though he almost lost it. You should have passed it to me, we almost lost because you want to make your useless bestie feel included!"

"Johnson was closing in on you, if I'd passed it to you, we would have lost for sure. Passing it to Harrison bought me the time I needed to get out of danger. It was purely strategical, you would know that if you paid attention to your teammates instead of playing all on your own. Haz is an amazing player and I don't treat him differently just because he's my best friend. I'd like you to apologize to him, please, it's not kind to insult your teammates."

You admired the fact that he managed to remain calm and collected throughout the whole conversation, looking like the embodiment of 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed'. You, however, were not having such an easy time keeping your cool, hands firmly clenched at your side.

"The hell it was! You just feel threatened by me because you'll never be as good as me, so you never pass me the ball, it's ridiculous!"

"Okay, buddy, you need to back the hell off and close your mouth before I punch it shut."

His eyes flickered to you and he rose a brow mockingly.

"Oh, your little slut's standing up for you know? I always knew you were a chicken, guess my theory's been pro-"

You cut him off with a punch to the nose, smiling when you heard the satisfying crack of his bones and his howls of pain.

A collective 'ooh' came from the crowd, and they took a few steps back (excluding Tom of course, who was only looking at you with wide eyes).

"What the fuck?"

"I warned you, didn't I?"

You smirked evilly as Teddy was pulled away by the coach to check his injury.

"You're a bitch!"

"Baddest of them all, sweetheart. Have a fun time at the hospital!"

The whole crowd had gone silent by the time you turned back around, seemingly satisfied with your vengeance.

"What?"

You tilted your head in confusion at the awestruck looks on the team's faces.

"You broke his nose!"

"Uh-huh."

"With just your hand."

"Uh-huh."

"Since when are you so violent?"

You were actually kind of offended at that.

"I know that I bring you guys snacks after practice, but do none of you hear when I threaten other people? It's a daily occurrence."

The rubbed their necks sheepishly.

"Well, you see..."

Haz started, seemingly measuring his words.

"You're kind of like Rosa from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. No one actually knows what you're capable of, no one thinks you'd actually kill someone, but we're also kind of too scared to test you, so we just... wonder."

"Well, when you're done wondering, go take a shower so we can go celebrate, I'm hungry."

They all scrambled away in a chorus of 'yes ma'am' before you turned back to Tom with a smile on your face.

"You didn't have to punch him, you know?"

"Yeah, but I've been wanting to for weeks now."

He huffed out a laugh and kissed your forehead.

"How're your knuckles?"

"A bit sore, but I'm pretty sure that if we put some ice it'll be good, the rings took most of the impact."

You wiggled your hand, showing off the array of rings covering your fingers in what you deemed to be an aesthetically pleasing way.

"I love you, babygirl."

You kissed him, smiling into his lips.

"I love you too. Now go, shower!"

You patted his butt and laughed at the look he threw you, standing next to the field while you waited for them to get out.

Their coach came to stand next to you and you smiled at him, having taken a liking for him. He was a good teacher and treated the team well.

"Coach Jeffords."

"(Y/n)."

"What's the verdict?"

"Nurse says it's broken but we'll only know the full extent of his injuries after he gets examined at the ER. He's on his way there as we speak."

You nodded.

"You'll be pleased to know that he's been taken off the team and suspended for a week for unruly behavior. His parents aren't going to press charges since they feel it's deserved."

You smirked evilly.

"I'd advise you to watch out for Pembroke. He's starting to become a nuisance. If he keeps it up, he might be next."

He nodded, fighting back his smile even though you knew damn well he agreed.

"I'll do my best."

"And I'll do mine."

"(Y/n)! Ready to go?"

You nodded in goodbye at the coach and walked over to a freshly showered Tom, interlacing your fingers.

"Always."

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[draw-you-coward]

Dunno if you're still accepting these, regardless no pressure, but! “You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.” with maybe Larry or Canach and Roza but feel free to pick anyone else ya think fits better! :D

hello 👀 thank you for your patience. i went with canach!! hope u like it ehehe

Canach doesn’t know how the commander finds him. All he knows is that one moment he is minding his own business, holed up in some shithole of a human town reading trash literature he found in his room, and the next a leafy excuse for a ghoul is standing crookedly in his doorway, staring at him with vapid black eyes.

He looks even more corpselike than usual, his life belied only by his presence in the Dream and the few stubborn leaves still clinging to his branches. Canach wonders sometimes, when he goes still and silent like this, if he will start rotting on the spot from playing statue for too long.

“May I help you?” he asks, because otherwise they will be here all day.

Roza finally moves, slowly dipping his head. “You were the only person I could thing of going to,” he mutters. He keeps staring.

Canach studies him, taking in the hunch of his shoulders and the strength at which his spidery hand is gripping the doorframe. After a minute he steps back, barely giving Roza room to squeeze past. “Come inside, if you must.”

He does, and Canach watches how he places his weight, confirming the suspicion that he’s having trouble balancing himself. Is he sunlight-deficient? Poisoned, perhaps? He doubts he alone will be able to glean much—he is a mercenary, not a mender.

Roza sits himself on the inn cot and folds his hands in his lap. “I am ill with fever,” he explains with a curl of his lip, saving them both a great load of grievance. “I would not have bothered you. But I am being forced to seek… aid.”

By Trahearne, Canach deduces, unless there is someone else who would waste their time pestering him to take care of his health. He frowns, because although that explains why he is not hiding himself as he normally would, it does not explain why he sought out Canach.

“There are menders in the Grove,” he says.

Roza looks at him in disgust. “Don’t be an idiot.”

Splinter of a sylvari. Canach grins to himself nevertheless, because the thought of Roza obediently laying on a cot to be fussed over all day is an amusing one. This prompts a glare, albeit a hazy one, but then Roza lists to the side and half closes his eyes like he is about to drop on the spot, which is… worth some attention.

Is he really that ill? Canach kneels in front of him without asking, and although Roza bares his teeth at him like some kind of wild animal, he is concerningly compliant when Canach reaches to feel his forehead. He makes a half-hearted attempt to shy away, then goes still.

His bark is unnaturally hot to the touch. Canach takes his hand away with a grimace, and Roza sighs through his nose. That too is warm, and it is worrying. Roza is usually cool at the very least, and downright frigid when they are fighting. Dragon’s Watch—which Canach is definitely not a part of—have gotten used to using him as a makeshift air-cooler of sorts during the warmer months, sometimes straying close enough that Roza snaps at them about personal space being necessary to avoid accidentally take a head off. The fact that he is not only warm now, but hot…

“Are you drinking enough water?” Canach asks, more harshly than he means to.

Roza gazes at him through lidded eyes and shrugs infuriatingly. Canach grandly resists the urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, and instead takes one—limp—arm and pushes back the sleeve. Its bark is dry and somewhat withered, so he is dehydrated, and he mostly likely hasn’t eaten anything either. Canach wouldn’t be surprised if he simply licked some snow that morning and declared himself nourished enough for the whole day.

“Stay here,” he says, ignoring the thin fingers now reaching for his arm and getting up. He heads to the door and Roza makes a clicking noise, sharp and airy. Canach glances back.

“You are leaving?” Roza rasps. His eyes are large and dark.

“To get you something to eat from downstairs,” Canach replies, noting the hint of panic in his voice and deciding to drop airs at least until he is well enough to decipher them. “You’re absolute shit at picking a babysitter, Roza.”

“So… after I eat you will want to be rid of me?”

He sounds like if Canach confirms that in any way, he is prepared to stretch the one meal out over the course of the entire day, or perhaps the entire week. Canach looks at him, then down at the hand that had reached out for him, now curled loosely at his side.

“You have a fever,” he says briskly. “You’re not going anywhere, and neither am I. Calm down.”

Roza’s hunched form untenses slightly. Canach adds, “Although to be clear: I am only helping you because I know I am your only and last resort, and if you tell anyone I will kill you. Understood?”

Roza ignores him, stretching out on the lumpy cot and facing away. His eyes close.

Good enough. Canach waits until his chest expands in a shallow breath to ensure he isn’t dead, then steps through the door and closes it behind him. Food, and afterwards… what? A book or something to pass the time? He vaguely remembers something about animating dead squirrels. He will figure something out, and no matter what he comes up with Roza will have to deal with it, he decides. And if he complains, Canach will simply knock him unconscious. There—he is getting the hang of this already.

~*~

[hallospaceboyy]

Could I perhaps request a reader/zelda smutty angst? I was thinking readers ex wife shows up wanting her back. Zelda is pissed and threatens them to see them off then dicks down reader with a strap to remind them who they belong to but in a loving way.... That's a lot so appreciate if it's too much to get into one 😂

Belonging

Warning for smut, use of strap on

A.N: Thank u for this request cause I never get bored of writing Zelda using a strap on lol. P.S Proud of my editing of this picture cause it was dark af lmao

You blanch immediately when you open the door and Rachel is stood there - your ex wife. You cling to the door handle for support, and immediately feel Zelda's warmth envelope you, her arm about your waist to steady you.

“Hello, Y/N.” Rachel drawls, and you feel sick to your stomach. Even after everything she did, she has this air of cockiness, a confidence that radiates from her as if you'd still fall to your knees at her feet even now. Instead you press yourself closer to Zelda, and Rachel eyes the both of you. She looks envious, and that makes you feel a little smug.

“Rachel.” You reply curtly, and Zelda squeezes you in reassurance. “Why are you here?”

“I want you back. I made a mistake, baby.”

You grimace at hearing her call you that, and you can feel Zelda stiffen beside you, obviously just as shocked as you that she so brazenly came out with this right here, in front of Zelda, your girlfriend.

You eye the redhead in the doorway - for of course she's a redhead, always did have a soft spot for flame red hair and pale skin – and clench your teeth in anger, seething at the audacity of the woman.

“I haven't been your baby for a long time, Rachel. I think it's best you leave.”

A shadow falls over Rachel's face, and she tries to step toward you, but Zelda releases you immediately and blocks her path, and you really look at her for the first time, see the fire in her eyes, her mouth set in a thin line, and you know you certainly wouldn’t want to be the person on the receiving end of her wrath.

“You've been asked to leave. I suggest you do so.” Zelda snaps.

“You're really settling for this second rate version of me, baby? You really can do better.” Rachel's eyes never leave Zelda's, a smirk playing at her lips, and you reach for Zelda's hand, suddenly worried it's going to get ugly.

“There’s nothing second rate about my Zelda. She's a thousand times the woman you’ll ever be, and she treats me better. She manages to keep her legs closed when I’m not around, for a start.”

Rachel glares at you over Zelda's shoulder, and you merely raise a brow at her, feeling brave with Zelda there with you, fearless. Zelda steps closer to her, her face inches from hers, a smug smile on her face now, although her eyes are still as hard as stone.

“If you care for her at all, you'll leave, now. Y/N is happy, she has a home with us, and I love her dearly. If you ever try to ruin that for her, I will tear you limb from limb.” Zelda grazes a single finger down her cheek and Rachel flinches away. “I’ll savour every scream.”

Rachel backs away from Zelda, and she chuckles, delighting in the look of fear in the woman’s face. She looks at you one final time, meets your eyes over Zelda's shoulder, before turning and stomping off in her heels. Zelda flicks her wrist when the woman reaches the bottom of the steps, and Rachel falls to her knees in the dirt, and you cover your mouth to suppress the laugh rising within you.

You grasp Zelda's hand and pull her inside, closing the door behind her and pressing her against it. You gaze lovingly into her eyes, and there are butterflies in your stomach, thinking of how protective she was of you, her shamelessly professing her love for you. It’s so very unlike Zelda, always so private, and your heart swells with pride and adoration.

“I love you too, by the way.” You murmur, brushing your lips against hers, and she chuckles.

“I know you do.” Her hands glide down to your ass and squeeze the soft flesh firmly, and you gasp against her lips.

“Zelds...”

“I want to make you feel good, darling. I want to fuck you so hard, remind you that you’re mine and I love that you’re mine.” She whispers, gripping your ass harder and pulling your body flush against hers. You release a breathy moan, eyes fluttering closed as you feel a throb of arousal between your thighs. Zelda has always been extremely good at that – making you impossibly wet with words and words alone.

“Then fuck me.”

Zelda growls and picks you up, and you wrap your legs around her waist, squeaking in surprise when you feel the rush in your abdomen as she teleports you both to the bedroom. She lowers you to the mattress and crawls on top of you, and you're both already frantically shedding each other of clothes, tearing them from your bodies, suddenly desperate for each other, for hot skin on hot skin. You whine when Zelda tugs off your bra and immediately begins biting and sucking at the swell of your breasts, leaving delicate purple marks in her wake before tugging on your nipple with her teeth.

“Z-Zelds.” You whimper, fisting a hand in her hair and pulling gently, delighting in the soft groan she releases. You lift your hips and push your underwear down your legs, the only garment left on your body, and Zelda chuckles at your alacrity, your desperation. She pulls away from you, and your eyes rove her body, left only in a black satin bra and matching thong, and you bite your lip and squirm when she removes the bra, freeing her pert breasts, and you lick your lips.

You surge forwards and wrap your arms around her waist, taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking hard, and Zelda groans, arching her back against you. You feel something hard press to your thigh, and you whine against her, glancing down to see the strap now attached to her hips as you kiss across her chest to give her other breast the same treatment. She gently pushes you backwards, and you pull her with you, mouth still firmly attached to her nipple, flicking your tongue over it.

Zelda just watches you for a moment, stroking your hair, and you gaze up at her, smirking as you suck on her pebbled nipple.

“Such a good girl.” Zelda murmurs, and then the toy is pressed to your entrance and you gasp, pulling away to arch your back and buck your hips, needing her to fill you, to fuck you.

“Show me who I belong to.” You claw at her back and Zelda moans, pushing the tip into you, but she doesn't go any further, grins at you and raises a brow when you growl in frustration.

“Tell me who you belong to.” She quips, and you roll your eyes.

“I belong,” You nip at her bottom lip and she chuckles. “To Zelda Phiona Spellman.” Your hands claw at her ass, and you spread your legs as wide as you can before pulling her hips to meet yours, the toy entering you to the hilt. You breath heavily, wrapping your legs around her waist to still her, just rocking with her for a second and gazing into her eyes, letting yourself adjust to the girth of the toy filling you.

“You like it when I fill you up, my love?” Zelda breathes as she kisses the corner of your lips, and you grin.

“Mm.” You release her hips then, and she pulls almost entirely out of you, before thrusting hard, her hips slapping against you. She rests her hands on your calves and presses your legs to your torso, and you cry out as she thrusts into you again, delighting in the new depths she can reach in the position.

Zelda sits up on her knees, pressing firmly on your calves to keep you in place as she finds a steady rhythm, pounding into you, and you see stars with each thrust, waves of hot pleasure coursing through you. You keep your eyes trained on her despite your heavy lids, watching the way her breasts bounce with each thrust, her breaths growing more erratic as she watches you come apart beneath her.

“I-I love you, Zelds.” You moan breathily, and Zelda presses her thumb to your clit, grinning when you tilt your head back and cry out loudly at the firm pressure on your sensitive bud.

“I love you, my darling.” She rubs at your clit in hard, fast circles as she fucks you relentlessly with the strap, and your whining and moaning is constant, and loud as the pressure coils within you, your orgasm fast approaching. “Come for me. I want to watch you come apart.”

You groan loudly, her words as well as her fast thrusts pushing you over the edge, and you writhe against the sheets, clasping at them with whitened knuckles.

“Fuck fuck fuck Zelda!” You're glad it’s only the two of you home, because the entire house would have heard you crying out her name, and Zelda laughs, and you force your eyes open to see her watching you intently, eyes alight, a broad grin on her face.

You whine, your body relaxing as the intense orgasm is replaced by the aftershocks, and Zelda slows her movements, still rubbing gently at your clit, and you roll your hips, breathing heavily.

“You look so beautiful when you come for me.” She murmurs, and then she stops, pulling herself from you and quickly waving the toy away before collapsing on top of you, pressing kisses to your damp forehead, your cheeks, and you giggle, embracing her and holding her close.

“Well, you look beautiful when you’re fucking me, so it’s a win win.”

Zelda laughs, planting a kiss to your lips before pulling away to look at you.

“Are you okay? I never really asked. It must have been hard seeing her again.”

“I'm more than okay, Zelds. I have you. I don’t feel anything for her anymore. Except maybe contempt. Now let's not talk about my ex wife after sex. It's odd.”

“Mm, right. Sorry.” The redhead chuckles, nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck.

“I have a proposition for you.” You stroke her back and press a kiss to her shoulder, and Zelda hums.

“What's that, love?”

“Sit on my face.” You murmur, and you smirk as Zelda shudders against you, looking at you with dark eyes and parted lips, eyebrows raised.

“Well, I certainly won't deny you that.” She laughs, already pulling away and hurriedly pulling her underwear off before crawling up your body.

“Oh Zelds. So very selfless, it must be exhausting.”

“Shut up, you little minx.” She lowers her soaked core to your mouth, and you do shut up, except for delighted moans as you lick at her hungrily, watching the redhead come apart above you as she grinds against your tongue.

[dreamscapefics]

HEY OMG, i have a prompt,, normal witcher universe except people have animal traits/features so Jaskier is a catboy...black kitty ears and a fluffy tail while Geralt has wolf ears and a tail,,it mostly goes all okay, Geralt even starts accepting and making J a member of Pack, then J ends up going into Heat (magic? Was it just his time? Who knows) and since G has already made J pack, it makes sense that he would help fill his kitty up (go Absolutely insane with whatever kinks u wanna give em ❤️)

I finally managed to finish the last one-fourth of this fic. Thank you so much for sending this prompt, I had a lot of fun writing it, despite the writer’s block haha. I hope you, and everyone who sees this, like reading this.

Brief explanation: I made a few tweaks about the Alpha/Omega aspect. In this ‘verse, Omegas are intersex. When they present, their organs and anatomy shift accordingly. That said, they’re unable to get pregnant unless they go into Heat, and they only go into Heat when they meet a viable mate. Even after they meet their mate, it can still take a long time before a Heat is triggered. They can still have sex, of course, but they just can’t get pregnant when they’re not in heat.

Tags: animal features on human body (partial animal transformation? Idk the right term), Alpha/Omega, breeding, knotting, cunnilingus

~*~

It’s believed that wolves and cats don’t really get along. They can co-exist and interact, yes, but only when it’s absolutely necessary. For the most part they choose not to because it’s not in their nature as a species. Alpha wolves and cats have a tendency to be aggressive towards one another, whereas Betas and Omegas are more manageable.

But an Alpha wolf and Omega cat? That’s an association that’s rarely, if never, heard of.

So when Geralt, an Alpha wolf, met Jaskier, an Omega cat, in Posada all those years ago, he never expected for the feline bard to stick to him, much else befriended him. Jaskier, with his black kitty ears on top of his tousled chestnut hair, almost always has his black fluffy tail held high, alerting Geralt that the young man enjoys being in the wolf’s presence. And Geralt, internally exasperated at his own biological urges, is unable to stop his own fluffy white tail from wagging back and forth, a clear indication that he’s just as happy to have the bard around.

Of course, the beginning of their companionship (friendship?) was filled with arguments and disagreements. It still is to this day, but it was a lot worse then. They’re both territorial creatures, and Jaskier had a tendency to rub his scent all over Geralt’s things, which the wolf witcher didn’t appreciate at first. Then there was the issue of taking on contracts, which Geralt has gotten used to doing on his own. So having Jaskier tag along, prancing about the place while strumming his lute, his black tail poised high as he talks Geralt’s ear off about the monster they’re hunting and the inspiration Jaskier will gain from witnessing the impending fight. It took several months before Geralt got used to having another creature around, his enhanced senses extending to look after his feline friend for any sign of trouble.

Years passed and they slowly grew more comfortable around each other. Geralt still gets pissed and growls at Jaskier whenever he smells the bard’s scent on his things, in which Jaskier would answer with a twitch of his tail. The first time he wrapped his tail around Geralt, it happened a few years into their friendship. They passed by a village who was vitriolic towards Geralt’s kind, spitting vile comments about him. So when he felt a brush of Jaskier’s fluffy tail around his waist, Geralt blinked at the unfamiliar gesture but remained calm. It’s only when they left the village that he allowed his own tail to lightly brush against Jaskier’s rear, who turned to Geralt with a sunny smile, his kitty ears twitching happily.

From that moment, Geralt knew that Jaskier was going to be with him for the long haul. It’s then that he decided to officially welcome Jaskier to his Pack by inviting the feline to winter with him at Kaer Morhen that year.

Jaskier accepted, obviously, and while Geralt was excited, he was also nervous at the prospect of introducing Jaskier to his fellow wolf witchers, not knowing whether his brothers will get along with his feline friend. But his fears were unfounded when Eskel and Lambert reacted favorably to Jaskier and vice versa. Even Vesemir’s grey tail twitched in curiosity upon meeting Jaskier, and his small nod aimed at Geralt was one of approval which made the witcher nearly sag in relief, heedless of his white tail wagging.

Everything was great that winter. Jaskier sang for them almost every night and Geralt took him on a tour around the Keep, showing him his favorite places and voluntarily sharing stories to the eager bard about his time growing up there and what he and his brothers went through to become a witcher.

To say that Jaskier was moved to tears would be an understatement because that night, Jaskier crawled into Geralt’s bed. He curled his body around Geralt, his black fluffy tail wrapping almost possessively around him which made Geralt huff in amusement. But he also wrapped an arm around Jaskier, fingers running through his tousled hair and kitty ears while his own tail curled around the bard’s.

~

After that, Jaskier always went with Geralt to Kaer Morhen for the winter. They still go their separate ways for a few months or an entire season, but they make sure to always reunite by autumn, having agreed beforehand to meet at a city or town.

Even after ten years of traveling together, they still get a lot of stares. Some confused, some frightened, while others give them judgmental stares, eyes drifting from Geralt’s hulking form to Jaskier’s lithe body. Yes, it’s still unheard of for wolves and cats to be voluntarily traveling together, but an Alpha wolf and an Omega cat? Oh, the perverse shit Geralt has heard over the years from passersby.

“The bard is probably the monster’s sex slave.”

“How can a feline degrade themself to a fucking witcher?”

“Melitele, can you smell them? Their scents are basically entwined!”

“I bet the witcher’s knot is magical for the kitty bard to stay with him.”

Geralt doesn’t think the Jaskier ever heard those comments about them, because if he did then his friend would’ve likely gone feral on them - hissing barbed insults at them, body taut and tail puffed up.

Still, given their reputation as traveling companions, it’s a wonder they both managed to have sex at all. Geralt has the brothels while Jaskier has, well, anyone willing to bed a feline bard whose best friend is an Alpha wolf witcher. In the years they’ve known each other, Geralt has never seen Jaskier go into Heat; even the bard admitted that he hasn’t experienced it since he presented as an Omega.

“I guess I haven’t met my mate yet,” Jaskier says with a nonchalant shrug, but Geralt can smalle the sorrow and insecurity in the bard’s scent.

Geralt hums and brushes his tail against Jaskier, whose tail is slowly swishing back and forth. The feline looks at him with a sweet smile, and Geralt’s chest tightens at the sight.

He’s been having these peculiar feelings for Jaskier lately. Geralt can’t pinpoint when it began, but he knows he only became aware of it when they reunited a month ago in Oxenfurt. He’s not certain if it’s just a passing thing or something more permanent, but regardless Geralt doesn’t like to see one of his pack members sad. While a part of him is guilty for feeling happy that Jaskier hasn’t met his mate yet, a part of Geralt wishes he could be that person for Jaskier instead. He loves the bard, he’s Geralt’s best friend. He looks after him and cares for him and is there for him whenever Jaskier gets in trouble.

By the time they begin their trek up the Blue Mountains for Kaer Morhen, Geralt has pushed away all thoughts of him and Jaskier becoming more to the back of his mind. There’s no space for silly fantasies in the life of a witcher. The Path is all that matters, and Geralt can’t allow himself such distractions.

And for a while it worked. Barely, but it worked.

Until two years later when Jaskier went into heat in Kaer Morhen.

~

Geralt takes a deep breath before knocking on the door at the end of the hallway. He hears a muffled, “Come in”, before he opens it and quickly gets in, quietly shutting the door behind him.

“Hey, I brought you some broth Vesemir prepared,” Geralt announces as he makes his way to the form slumped in the middle of the bed. Like all the other beds in the keep, it’s huge and can accommodate at least three grown witchers, the mattress wrapped in soft, thick furs. “How are you feeling?”

“Like my insides are being scraped by a rusty spoon,” Jaskier croaks out, his smile coming out more as a grimace. His cat ears are turned sideways, chestnut hair disheveled as a few locks of hair cling to his sweaty forehead and neck. “I’m sorry for bothering you.”

Geralt perches on the side of the bed, breathing carefully through his mouth so as not to inhale more of Jaskier’s tantalizing scent. He’s always smelled a bit like catnip, lavender, and cantaloupe. But now that he’s in the first stage of his heat, Geralt can detect something spicy sweet, as well as something musky that only heats generate. Overall, Geralt is already addicted to Jaskier’s heat scent, his cock hardening further in his loose breeches.

“I told you, it’s fine,” Geralt says as he places the tray on Jaskier’s lap. “But like Vesemir said, it would help if you told us who triggered your heat. There’s still time to track them down the mountains.”

Jaskier flushes, ducking his head to spoon soup into his mouth. Geralt cocks his head when he smells a hint of nervousness and embarrassment in his friend’s scent.

“You’re nervous,” he points out. “And embarrassed.” Geralt narrows his eyes. “What are you not telling me?”

“N-nothing!” Jaskier shakes his head, but even Geralt doesn’t need his witcher senses to detect the lie. “It’s nothing, Geralt. It was probably that foxy blacksmith I slept with at the town before last.”

Geralt growls low and continues to look at him, unimpressed.

“No, it wasn’t,” he says in a gruff voice. “Stop lying to me, Jask. Who is it?”

“It’s… I.” Jaskier shakes his head and spoons another mouthful of soup. Beside him, his black, fluffy tail twitches. “You won’t believe me if I tell you.”

Knowing he won’t get an answer if he prods further, Geralt decides to take a different approach. He clears his throat, his turn to be nervous as he psyches himself for what he’s about to ask. Offer. If this is the only time… Geralt internally shakes his head and clears his throat once more. Behind him, his tail twitches nervously.

“Fine. If you don’t want to tell me who, then… I have a suggestion.” Geralt pauses, waiting until he has Jaskier’s full attention, the feline bard tilting his head slightly with a curious glint in his eye. Nodding, Geralt carries on. “If you are amenable, and since it’s your first heat after so long, I... hmm. You don’t have to do this alone.”

He can hear Jaskier’s heartbeat pick up, the bard gulping audibly as he stares wide-eyed at Geralt.

“What are you, um, are you suggesting...” he falters, cheeks darkening.

Geralt slowly nods his head. “I’m offering to, um, help you. With your heat. If that’s okay with you.”

Jaskier is silent for several seconds, and Geralt is starting to become more nervous when --

“Geralt, I…” Jaskier swallows. Geralt can smell the honeyed scent of excitement as Jaskier’s kitty ears perk up, turning wide blue cat-eyes on Geralt’s golden. “You silly witcher, you’re the reason why I’m in heat. It’s you who triggered it.” At Geralt’s stunned silence, Jaskier lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Say something, you brute.”

“So you…” Want to share your heat with me? You’re my mate?

Jaskier, his smile breathtaking and blue eyes blown wide with arousal, nods his head.

“Yes.”

I want you with me.

Yes, we’re mates.

Something in Geralt unfurls and snaps. Surging forward, he takes Jaskier’s sweaty face into his hands and kisses him, careful to not knock the tray of hot soup over the bard, his mate. Jaskier lets out a punched out groan as he returns Geralt’s kiss, nipping and sucking as their tongues battle for dominance, quickly turning it into something filthy and scorching.

The next few minutes are a blur. Somehow, in their frenzied state, Geralt managed to set aside the food tray on the cold stone floor as he helped Jaskier get out of his damp clothes. It doesn’t take long for Geralt to shuck off his own garments, his mate pushing down the thick furs to the end of the bed as he turns over on his belly. Jaskier is on his knees and forearms by the time Geralt steps out of his smallclothes, and his arousal spikes when he catches a glimpse of his wet, dripping cunt.

“Fuck,” Geralt grunts.

Jaskier arches his back, tail flicking in excitement and wiggling his ass at the witcher as he purrs, “That’s the plan, darling. Please, please come and fuck me. Want your knot so bad.”

“Fuck, Jask.”

Not needing to be told twice, Geralt gets back on the bed and positions himself behind his needy mate. Licking his lips, Geralt gently pushes the other man’s legs wider before taking his plump cheeks in both hands and spreading them apart. Geralt absentmindedly kisses the fluffy tail curling around his neck, but rather than stick his cock in, Geralt leans closer to Jaskier’s taint and inhales the tantalizing scent. His eyes nearly roll back into his head at the ripe smell of his mate, and without hesitation he buries his face in Jaskier’s cunt, tongue lapping at the sweet juices dripping from his hole.

Jaskier’s gasp of shock quickly turns into a breathless moan, his thighs quivering as Geralt takes the little nub between his lips and sucks.

“Ah, ah!” Jaskier gasps out, his head thrown back in pleasure. “Geralt, I - ah! Fuck!”

Geralt moans from where his tongue is buried inside Jaskier, chest rumbling as he breathes in the sweet, musky smell. He licks into Jaskier’s hot, wet channel before stiffening his tongue and fucking his mate. He uses the hands gripping the cheeks apart to push and pull his mate from his tongue, Jaskier thrusting back against Geralt’s face with expletives and moans that would give a whore a run for their money.

He spends several minutes worshipping Jaskier’s cunt, and he alternates between fucking his loose, wet hole and licking a stripe from his little nub to his tailbone. Jaskier’s fluffy tail twitches and Geralt can’t help but lay a sweet, small kiss at the base before diving back in to lick and taste more of his mate’s sweet juices. Jaskier cums with Geralt’s tongue plunging in and out of his hole, and the witcher laps it all up while Jaskier rides out his orgasm.

Giving one last kiss to the swollen nub, Geralt gets up on his knees once more and grips Jaskier’s hips as he finally guides his cock to his mate’s leaking entrance. He slowly sinks into the tight, wet heat, and loud groans of pleasure echo in the spacious room as Geralt bottoms out.

When he breathes out and inhales, Geralt is then made aware of a new smell. It’s a cloying scent, not overpowering but present, blending perfectly with the existing smells that Jaskier has already been producing. His heat has officially begun.

At the thought of his mate officially in heat, and it’s all thanks to him, Geralt growls low at the back of his throat as he pulls out before thrusting back in. Jaskier’s moans urge him to set a fast and brutal pace, and Geralt is unrelenting as he begins to ram his cock in his mate’s cunt. He has a tight grip on Jaskier’s hips, whose hands are gripping the sheets below as he lets out breathy ah, ah, ah’s as Geralt continues to fuck his brains out.

“So good, so fucking good,” Jaskier chants, eyes hazy with lust and pleasure as he attempts to meet Geralt’s thrusts. Their tails entwine lazily, black and snow white twisting around each other on Geralt’s flanks. “Fuck - ah! Geralt, fuck me harder.”

“Insatiable minx,” Geralt says roughly, but there’s a feral smile on his face. He adjusts his grip and position and does as he’s told. From the new angle he’s fucking Jaskier, and by the deep, throaty moans his mate is emitting, he knows he’s hitting that sweet spot.

Jaskier tuts. “More like an insatiable pussy for you, darling.”

Geralt snorts in amusement and elects not to say anything, except to fuck his insatiable bard harder until Jaskier’s hands are pressed against the headboard to avoid hitting his head. After some time, Geralt presses down against Jaskier’s back to bite and suck a ring of bruises across his shoulders and nape. He trails his hands up to pinch and tweak at Jaskier’s sensitive nipples, the bard howling and buckling against Geralt’s hard thrusts. Geralt lifts his head to nose at Jaskier’s hair and kitty ears, playfully nipping at one twitching ear before licking it.

Jaskier’s breath hitch at the gesture, and Geralt’s knot swells as he inwardly smirks before doing it again. He traces the shape of Jaskier’s feline ear with the tip of his tongue, and below him Jaskier’s breathing quickens, his moans rising an octave higher as Geralt nips it again before moving to the other ear and giving it the same treatment.

“G-Geralt, fuck,” Jaskier mewls. He removes one hand that’s pressed to the headboard to claw at Geralt, blunt nails digging into the meat of the witcher’s hip and ass.

“You like that, kitty?” Geralt purrs in his ear. “You like having a wolf cock in your kitty pussy?”

“Yes!”

“So fucking tight and wet for me, kitty. You feel so good, so perfect.”

“F-fuck, Geralt, please!”

“What is it you want, kitty?”

“Y-you! Your knot! Want my Alpha’s knot!” Jaskier sobs.

Geralt snarls. “And you’ll have my knot, Omega.”

Half a dozen thrusts later, Geralt brings two fingers to rub at Jaskier’s little nub. And with a final thrust, he pushes his knot inside Jaskier’s tight channel as his mate cums with a scream, body convulsing at the intensity of his second orgasm. Geralt can feel his knot swell, locking the two together as his cock pulses and shoots thick ropes of cum.

After, Geralt carefully arranges them so they’re lying on their sides, still connected as he shoots another load of cum inside Jaskier, his mate purring contentedly in his arms.

“That was incredible,” Jaskier slurs, pessing his sweaty back against the witcher’s front.

Geralt hums contentedly, eyes closed as he breathes in their mixed scents. He kisses the back of Jaskier’s neck and murmurs, “Rest, love.”

“Yeah,” Jaskier hums back. Then after a few seconds of blessed silence, “Then you’ll fuck me again, right? And knot me again?”

Geralt huffs out a laugh and tightens his grip around Jaskier, his hand resting possessively over his mate’s heart.

“I’ll knot you as many times as you want, kitty.”

Jaskier purrs. “Perfect. My Alpha.”

“My Omega,” Geralt rumbles, kissing one of Jaskier’s black kitty ears. “Sleep now, love.”

Jaskier hums and does just that, their tails curled almost protectively around each other as they both fall into a peaceful slumber.

~*~

A/N: If you think my writing’s a bit weird towards the end, yeah it’s been a while for me haha. Thanks for reading!

Also, I don’t think future filled out prompts will have this kind of length. It would depend, I guess, and never say never, right? But just wanted to give you guys a head’s up beforehand.