#“i need to be praised by my master and then i'll be happy.”

[mutatiio]

maul: i've made a comprehensive documents listing everything i need to be happy maul, after getting everything he listed: 😟

[fen-luciel]

Jealousy part 1

Part 2 here

Warnings: age gap/toxic behavior

Vernestra-Padawan reader/jedi Qimir

I'll update the tags as the story progresses, there should only be two more parts.

I'm not sure how far I'll go with certain behaviors, so leave a comment and let me know what you think <3

(This first part is to provide context, the other two will set the story in motion)

Becoming a Padawan was a lifelong dream. Of course, I was young, so my view of the world and what I would experience in the coming years was very limited. The idea of being taken under the wing of a more experienced Jedi master, learning many more techniques, the missions, the travels, all the people and aliens I could meet... I was bursting with happiness.

Not that the exercises at the temple weren't stimulating, I was glad to have made friends, to have developed a routine with them, but I was ready for something new.

So, when I was finally introduced to my future master, I was bursting with joy. I recognized her immediately, it was hard not to. Vernestra was an important member of the Order, involved with the Senate, and was known for her numerous successes. It was an honor for me to receive that position by her side.

Over the years, I had been recognized as an excellent future Padawan, with the ability to learn quickly, a strong sense of observation, and a positive and kind character that always accompanied me. I was often praised for the way I presented myself to others. In short, everyone saw a bright future for me, but I had difficulty seeing it myself. I was young and inexperienced and I believed that the important thing was to follow the rules, the rest was just a part of me, something I did naturally.

I imagine that becoming Vernestra’s Padawan was just the confirmation of that golden path everyone saw me on, but I was too caught up in the newness to really think about it.

However, I soon realized that I lost the balance I had created up to that point, I lost some friends, some simply due to distance, others were... cold towards me.

I didn't understand what had changed. I would never have accused anyone of feeling emotions like jealousy or anger towards me, we were children. Missteps were normal, and we were taught that it was right to face them and learn from them.

But if you asked around, many would have described me as someone who never made mistakes, who always responded with a gentle smile, a comforting word, a hand on the shoulder, or even just a pleasant company if you needed to vent. Perhaps that was the problem. I appeared too perfect in the eyes of others.

And yet, the Master didn’t make me feel that way. She taught me everything calmly, I followed her every step, she reprimanded me harshly, but always with care. She soon realized how much I sought validation in everything I did.

It was stronger than me, I believed I was always making a mistake, that I was in the wrong. After all, who was I to say something was right or wrong? I was just a Padawan. A child.

And anyway, it wasn’t the Jedi’s job to give answers, but rather to push people to understand for themselves.

Even though it was a concept I found difficult to grasp myself.

Anyway, that’s how I met Qimir.

He was Vernestra’s former Padawan, now promoted to Jedi Knight and independent in his duties, but he often visited us, either to seek advice from his old Master or just to ask how she was doing. I found him very sweet.

The first time I met him in person, I already knew his name. He had managed to stand out as soon as he started his duties as a Knight. Among the younger ones, there was a sense of reverence towards him even though we had never seen him in person. And besides, it was rumored that he was terribly handsome, not that it particularly interested me at the time.

I remember I was in the library with Vernestra, she had assigned me some basic readings to start my future physical training. Young ones are already taught at an early age to defend themselves and to learn various positions, but it was more about building an understanding of your Force signature, learning to trust your senses. The real training would then be individual for the student once they had a Master, so she had recommended these introductory readings on the various forms of combat and their use.

Those were afternoons I remembered with particular affection. Sitting in silence, she would take a more suitable book or bring her work documents on her datapad, and the hours would pass in an instant. Sometimes, I would glance at her to see what she was doing. She noticed every time, smiled slightly, and gently scolded me, telling me to return to my tasks.

I was happy. I felt cared for, appreciated, but not in the cold manner of a teacher with their student. It was a feeling I didn’t quite know how to place in my heart, and it worried me a bit, but I kept my doubts for another day.

On one of those quiet afternoons, I met Qimir. The room was particularly deserted that day, so the sound of footsteps approaching could be heard clearly along the shelves. Thinking it was the librarian, I didn’t pay much attention and remained with my nose buried in the book. Even when he stopped in front of our table I didn’t pay attention. Then, a deep male voice I didn’t recognize spoke Vernestra’s name.

Curiosity flared up in an instant, and as the two began a light conversation next to me, I slowly raised my gaze, the book almost serving as a shield, my hair partly covering my eyes. In front of us stood a young man in his twenties, dressed in the classic brown Jedi Knight attire, speaking casually to Vernestra. His slightly long, smooth hair, a light smile, and dark eyes framed by a chiseled jaw.

It was the first time I saw him. And the first time my heart beat so fast in my chest.

I didn’t know if it was because he was undeniably a handsome guy. I had never been too interested in that sort of thing, and anyway, it was forbidden for Jedi to have too impure thoughts. It was more... his aura. The amused smile but attentive eyes, the neat but relaxed posture... he seemed to shine with his own light. It was what I felt when I saw a member of the council, when I glimpsed Master Yoda in the corridors, reverence, respect, a bit of fear.

He was captivating, and he seemed to be aware of it.

I didn’t even realize that I had been staring at him longer than I should have. He noticed the insistent gaze on him. I must have looked quite ridiculous, a young girl hiding behind a book while staring at the great Jedi Knight, but the smile he gave me right after almost took my breath away as I blushed, perhaps for the first time in my life.

“And you must be the new Padawan who took my place. Nice to meet you, I’m Qimir” he said, extending a hand, and after casting a nervous glance at Vernestra, who was smiling at me, I hugged the book to my chest with one arm, my palm tingling, unsure whether to return the handshake.

Another inner turmoil came with that first touch. His hands had long, slender fingers, marked by numerous calluses, probably from gripping the lightsaber or the various missions he faced. It was just another reason why I started to admire him. I could see all the dots connecting in this figure that represented everything I wanted to become. A Jedi. A reference point for those in need.

I said my name in a low, timid voice, and he leaned towards me with a slight frown “Such a small voice, are you always like this, or am I making you nervous?” he joked, but I bit my lip, not knowing what to reply, I pulled my hand away, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he began to gently rub my knuckles with his thumb.

“Leave her alone, Qimir. She’s shy, don’t start with your teasing” Vernestra scolded him, at which he let go. I hid my hand under the table, clenching it into a fist, my skin tingling.

“Sorry, sorry. It must be a relief for you to have someone like this after me” she sighed but didn’t deny it either, at which I let out a smile and he, noticing, winked at me.

That was the first time I had dealings with him. But soon I began to see him everywhere. When he wasn’t on a mission, he stayed around the temple, so I encountered him in the corridors, in the halls, in the meditation room, and he always had a kind smile for me.

He made me feel special even though I knew it was a selfish feeling. When I managed to study with other Padawans in the library or practiced in the courtyard, he always stopped by to give me a nod. My friends were jealous, but I wasn’t really offended. Qimir was... kind.

It was like seeing the Force alive and pulsing around him. It was impossible not to look at him, not to wish that he would glance at you even just once.

Everyone wanted to be like him. Charismatic. Confident. Everyone wanted to be his friend.

One of the first missions I did with Master Vernestra was another point of contact. Being young, I wasn’t yet allowed in particularly dangerous scenarios, not to mention that if there was one thing I was lacking in, it was combat. I followed the Master almost everywhere, political life was just as important in a Jedi’s path, and I had to understand the mechanics early on for when I would be older, even though they were often more moments of leisure.

The meetings lasted hours, often discussing places, people, and things I knew nothing about. I tried to stay focused, but it was really difficult, and even Vernestra thought I shouldn’t strain myself too much, so she let me roam around, maybe continue studying, or even just take a little break.

One day, ready to depart, we were loading the luggage onto the ship. We were going to spend a few days on Hoth, and I was incredibly excited since I had never experienced a planet with that kind of climate before. As I was lost in my thoughts, a light knock interrupted me. At the foot of the ramp, Qimir gave me a half-smile "Is there room for me too?" I was still intimidated by his presence since we had never really spoken before. I opened my mouth several times, glancing around awkwardly, not sure if he was teasing me or if I was too stupid to understand what he meant.

"I hope you didn’t bring your usual baggage" Vernestra said behind me, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her, confused "Excuse me Master, is Qimir coming with us?" I struggled even to pronounce his name, it felt like an insult to do so, as if I didn’t have enough experience to earn such a privilege.

"What, you don't want me around?" he smiled as he walked up the ramp. I squirmed uncomfortably, realizing the embarrassing situation I had caused "N-no, I didn’t mean that—" He smiled even more, but Vernestra intervened again, scolding him "Give her some space Qimir."

The plan was simple: it was a diplomatic mission, and Qimir had joined us to study for a few days with his former master. I didn’t know exactly what he needed, but he wanted her advice. We left a few minutes later, and I avoided the control room like the plague. I only entered once to ask how much longer it would take, burning alive under Qimir’s gaze, then I shut myself in the bedroom and did my homework.

Hoth was as beautiful as it was freezing. But it was worth it; I had never seen such an immense expanse of white, the ground soft underfoot from the snow, the ice mountains, creatures I had never seen before. Vernestra stopped to talk to some locals, and I approached the enormous door overlooking the ice field. I wondered if the entire planet was like this. Did anyone live in those isolated areas? How could anyone survive in such a harsh climate?

A gloved hand rested on my back, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turned, expecting to see my master, but under the hood, it was Qimir’s dark eyes that looked at me with a gentle smile on his face.

"Beautiful, isn’t it?" he asked before turning back to look at the white expanse before us. I nodded hesitantly. Nervous about speaking to him, I bit my lip but managed to gather the courage "Do you know... if there’s anyone who lives in these lands?" He looked at me, puzzled, and I quickly corrected myself "I mean... besides the local species. Or aliens accustomed to these temperatures. Do you think others could live in a place like this?" He let out a small amused puff, "Well, we actually know for sure. There are many bandits or pirates hiding in these lands. Mainly to hide something, you know, it’s not worth sending search teams into snowstorms for a single man" he explained.

I made a sound of acknowledgment, but he continued "And if we’re talking about others... I think so. Someone who likes solitude or seeks peace. It seems like a good place not to be found" At that point, I turned toward him "Completely alone? It seems..." sad. But I was afraid to say it out loud, sadness wasn’t one of those emotions a Jedi should typically feel, but it felt natural to feel melancholy at the thought of people wanting to lose themselves in nothingness, to never be found again.

"Sad?" he seemed to read my mind "You see, emotions are very complicated to recognize. What might seem sad to you might mean peace to others. As Jedi, we often take many emotions for granted, but we often forget to give them context" I listened, hanging on his every word.

The conversation seemed... strange in some way. It made sense. Of course it did, he was older than me, had more experience in the field, and knew what he was talking about. I should have just nodded and thanked him for sharing those words.

I ignored the burning sensation I felt and thanked him in a faint voice It felt silly to do so, but it was the least I could do.

He smiled at me and gently took my hand "Let’s go, we need to warm up a bit. Trust me, in two more minutes, you won’t be able to feel the tip of your nose" he joked. I stifled a giggle and let him lead me inside toward the rooms. I didn’t know if it was because we were both wearing gloves or because of the conversation we had just had, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable being held by the hand.

A couple of days later, I was alone in one of the bases scattered across the ice. Vernestra was in a meeting and had forbidden me from attending due to the sensitivity of some of the information that would be exchanged. The problem was that these places weren’t particularly full of people or things to do. Yes, there was a bar area, but after the third cup of hot chocolate, I was afraid of pushing my stomach to the limit, so I stayed at the entrance, my feet in a pile of snow as I doodled or made small, questionable-looking statues.

I was so engrossed in the crooked little house I was shaping out of the ice that I didn’t notice the snowball being thrown in my direction.

I let out a startled yelp when it hit the hood on my head. I spun around just in time to see Qimir burst into laughter "Why did you do that?!" I stood up quickly, brushing the snow off my head.

"You looked so bored, I woke you up, didn’t I?" he chuckled.

I glared at him with a pout while he continued to laugh, so I decided to get revenge.

I bent down to grab a pile of snow, quickly making two balls. I threw the first one, but he easily dodged it.

He turned with an arrogant smile, ready to boast when the second one hit him square in the face.

I burst into laughter. He wiped the snow from his nose, his smile gone before bending down to grab more snow.

I shouted his name, realizing immediately what he was about to do, and started running through the snow with him on my heels. We didn’t even have time to make proper snowballs, we just grabbed the snow in our hands, compacted it as best we could, and threw it at each other in a never-ending war. Sometimes I noticed people giving us amused looks as they arrived or departed from the base, but I didn’t care, I was so happy that, for the first time, I didn’t even care what people thought of me.

An hour later, Vernestra called us back, giving us a confused look. She sighed and sent us to dry off. I felt a bit embarrassed at that moment, and I apologized for the childish behavior, but she smiled at me and assured me there was nothing wrong with what we had done.

In the end I took a full shower someone had left dinner on my bed, considering how long I had been under the hot water. I ate and, putting on one of the heavy local pajamas, decided to step out into the hallway to ask the Master what we would be doing the next day. I knew she wasn’t in bed yet, based on her nightly habits.

I walked down the hallway on the second floor, where the various guest rooms were located, when I noticed that her door was already open.

I approached slowly and immediately recognized Qimir’s voice.

"I’m just saying, if we block the main routes, they’d be forced to come out into the open" With a sense of curiosity, I pressed myself against the wall to peek into the room. The two were looking at an old map spread out on the table.

"I agree, but it would take too many resources, and we don’t know the exact times or routes. It would take a lot of time" she replied wearily. Qimir, standing next to her, bit his lip before flashing one of his smiles, "Or... we could sneak in"

She sighed again "The point is the same. We don’t have the resources—"

"I’ll go in myself. I’ll cut the power right under their noses, and—" She interrupted him with a wave of her hand.

"Do you realize what you’re saying? Sneaking in like a thief, and then what? Even if I let you do it, they could still escape, and..." He circled the desk, positioning himself in front of her, his back to me, so I barely heard what he said "No one said we need them alive—"

A sudden thud made me jump. I pressed my hands to my mouth, paralyzed, afraid they had heard me "No. Stop this nonsense, Qimir."

I don’t know what they said after that, I was too busy slipping back into my room, the conversation I had just overheard spinning in my head.

Sometimes, as a Jedi, you had to make drastic choices, right?

Or at least, it seemed that way.

I tried to forget about it and went to sleep.

[forusomimiya]

"Mmm baby… so cute and so greedy…" His words lash your body as he sinks into your neck and deposits wet kisses accompanied by moans each time you squeeze as he hits your cervix. "You make me feel so good, mi amor. Your body matching perfectly with mine, as if you were made for me… tan linda...".

"T-tooru… I don't understand what yar saying…" It's not the first time Oikawa praises you in Spanish, but hearing him speak is like music to your ears. Warm words that create a swirl deep inside you and oh god, you wish he would talk to you like that forever.

"But what about how you're squeezing around me? Do you like it when I talk to you like that, bebé? Your walls cling tighter to him as he whispers in your ear. His pace increases and he grabs you to fuck you deeper. He knows what you like and he's going for it.

"Please Tooru, I-I'm close… just- make me cum please, please…"

"Begging like a needy one? I see… How do you ask for things, cariño?" his constant thrusts prevent you from concentrating on the question. You try to clear your mind, come back to reality and focus on Oikawa, but now he's started massaging your hole and damn it, you just want to be a fucking mess and not think about what the fuck he wants you to answer. But if you don't, he won't give you what you want. "P-por - por favor....?" "Please... what?" his balls hitting your clit don't help this situation moving forward. "And look at me when I'm talking to you". You try to look back as best you can.

Damn. He's a fucking mess too. You won't last long, and knowing him, if you cum without his permission, maybe he'll torture you for a while longer. "Shit… I-I need you to fill me up, to cum inside me" you take a second to catch your breath and try not to blush at what you are about to say. "...por favor". "Buena chica... ahora córrete para mi... dirty me with your cum" His image fades from your eyes as you hear his command and you let yourself go, as if you were a bitch that has been trained by her master. You feel the pleasure slowly consume you as Oikawa focuses on you, on your grimaces of pleasure as you feel him filling you, and on your high-pitched, long moans, begging him for more, and reminding him how much you love him.

"Aahh yes, yes! thank you tooru...! thank you, I- I love you…"

"My dumb slut, I love you too...”

__________________________________________ don't worry, I'll put the translations here :D "mi amor" - "my love" "tan linda" - "so pretty"

"bebé" - "baby" "cariño" - "like... honey, sweetheart..." "por favor" - "please" "buena chica, ahora córrete para mi" - "good girl... now cum for me"

Well, it’s taken me about a MONTH to do this and oh my god, I rlly wanted to do it. It took me a while to think about the situation but well, here it is. I go to sleep happy, wishing to dream of an oikawa talking to me in Spanish 😴😴

[sluts4matt]

HIGHER (420 special)

pairing: bsf!nate x mixed reader

summary: you've celebrated 4/20 every year since you were sixteen with a group of your friends, this year you were bringing one of your good friends nate to the get together. what happens when things take a turn between you two

warnings: SMUT, p in v, semi-public, swearing, making out, use of weed, pet names (use of ma), praising, use of y/n

word count: 2316

authors note: this was supposed to be out last week i'm ngl, i've just been busy and did in fact celebrate 4/20 so i fell asleep before i really got any work in on it.

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april twentieth had to be your favorite day. the day your people got together to celebrate a plant helping them with the cruel world. this year you were happy to say your best friend nate would be joining you and your friends.

you pulled the tank top over your head, looking at yourself in the mirror before grabbing your watermelon flavored lip balm that your friend nick gave you.

you opened the tube, twisting the product up some before smearing it on your lips and smacking them together.

you slid on a pair of shoes, grabbing your pink bag containing pre-rolls and dabs, grabbing your keys and exiting your house. you locked the door and climbed in the driver's seat of your car, pulling away from your house.

you pulled up to the dispensary, walking into the shop. the bell above the door jingled when you pushed it open. "my favorite - shouldn't be here - customer," a girl with curly black hair and tattoos covering her arms smiles.

"hellooo whitney," you smile, walking up to the older woman. "need a new cartridge?"

"i mean... i didn't, i came in here for more dab, i'll be out by the end of the night. but do you have the blueberry kush west coast cure cartridge since i'm here?"

whitney nodded her head, you had come in a while back looking for one, but they didn't have any in stock. "you're in luck, we just got our inventory for the month last week."

you followed the woman to the back, not that you were supposed to be there since it was employees only. "hey, y/n," a guy with a backwards hat and gages greeted.

"hey axel," you greet, stopping behind whitney as she digs through boxes. "how are the babies?"

axel grins, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. "good, my girlfriend took the week off work so she could stay with them."

"ohhh that's so nice," you say. you had seen the twins a few times, even being blessed enough to babysit for a few hours while him and his girlfriend had date night.

whitney let out a small shout of success. "here it is, now, you're going to want to start low and then work your way up. you're a light weight compared to most of our customers."

you roll your eyes at her, "i am not," you huff. "that's not what i saw last time i did your nails," the lady grinned. whitney had been your go to for nails, having practiced while she was in high school.

"whatever," you roll your eyes, following her to the front. she rung up the dab, already knowing what her favorite customer liked and a cartridge. she stopped you before you swiped your card.

you watched as she scanned her badge, giving you a 30% discount. "i'll forever be grateful," you tell her.

"you know it. enjoy, have fun," she winked.

you walked back to your car, placing the white bag in the back before backing out of the parking space. you turned your left blinker on, turning out of the driveway.

the drive to nates house wasn't long, a whopping ten minutes. you pulled up to the curb, not even having time to pull up his contact before he was walking out the door.

you unlocked the doors, nate sliding in the passenger seat. "i hope you're ready to get baked out of your mind," you joke. he let out a small chuckle, taking the grey hood he wore off of his head, leaving him in his pink beanie.

"nice beanie," you muse, pulling away from his house and towards the park.

"thanks," he mumbled. "i'm glad to be going with you, it'll be fun," he smiles. "mhm," you hum, pulling up to the park fifteen minutes later. you turned your blinker on, turning into the parking lot before taking a parking space next to your friend sadies jeep.

"ready?"

"yep," nate replied, climbing out of the car.

you pulled your bag from the back, slinging it over your shoulder and grabbing the white bag before shutting the door. "heyyy," sadie and her girlfriend, emma, greeted getting out of her jeep.

"hey hey," you grinned, the two girls hugging you. "we were waiting for you guys," sadie informed. you nodded your head, starting the small walk towards the group of people.

you had met sadie a few years ago, her girlfriend emma being a family friend of yours. nate had joined the group some months back, the two of you running into each other at dunkin and immediately hit it off.

"hey guys," you greet, everyone saying their hellos. "well let's get the party started then," a girl with dyed red hair stated, pulling a lighter from her bra as she lit up the blunt she had held between her fingers.

a few hours into the gathering, you were happily baked.

you sat between nate and sadie, nates hand wrapped around your waist in order to provide some form of heat for you as you ate the watermelon popsicles someone had brought.

you sucked the tip of it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. nate coughed next to you, you pulled the tip out with a pop, looking at him as he took a deep breath.

"are you okay?" you question, handing him the popsicle. he grabbed it, nodding his head. "i'm good," he choked out.

"alrighty then," you laugh, reaching up and grabbing his beanie, putting it on your own head. you stood, stretching and cracking your joints as you did so. you held your hand out to nate, "wanna take a walk?"

he grabbed your hand, allowing you to help him stand. you turned to your friends, letting them know where the two of you were going, emma and sadie wiggling their eyebrows.

you grabbed your bag, throwing it over your shoulder as the two of you started walking, nates hand still holding yours.

"i'm glad you came with me today," you admit, leaning against him.

"so am i," he agrees. the two of you walk in silence, enjoying each others company. you reach a large tree, nate letting go of your hand to climb up it.

"actually?" you giggle, watching the boy jump to wrap his arms around a branch. he looked down at you, a small grin on his face. "come on."

you set your bag on the ground, grabbing a hold of the branch and jumping. nate caught your ankle, helping you climb into the tree. "what are we doing in a tree," you question, leaning against him.

he took the beanie off of your head, putting it on his own. "because i like trees," he shrugs. "oh yeah," you giggle, resting your head on his shoulder. you sit in a comfortable silence, the air around the two of you growing tense.

nate leaned his head against yours, turning his head some so his lips were closer to your ear. "i'm really glad we became friends," he admitted, nudging the side of your neck with his nose.

"me too," you sigh, smiling.

he pressed a small kiss to the side of your neck, making your smile grow. "i'm glad to hear," he mumbled, placing another kiss.

you felt a small amount of heat pool in the pit of your stomach. "we should probably get down," you mumbled, pushing the feeling down.

"probably," he mumbled. you both stood, nate dropping from the tree first. he held his arms up, his hands wrapping around your calves, sliding up as you slid down.

your legs wrapped around his torso as you slid, in hopes to stabilize yourself more as you slid.

the two of you fell back onto the ground, nates hand coming to rest on your back as you laid on top of him. you let out a small gasp, nate's breath fanning your face as the two of you laughed.

"are you okay?" you giggle, lifting your head up some to look down at the boy. "never better," he grins, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips.

he lifted his head up some, pressing his lips to yours quickly before he could talk himself out of it.

you kissed back, his hand moving to grip the back of your neck. his thumb rubbed soothing circles, the kiss not being rushed. you pulled back, looking at him. "can we go to your house?"

"please."

you pushed yourself off of him, helping him up. you grabbed your bag, taking his hand and guiding him back to the party. "hey guys," you smile, catching the attention of the group.

"hey," a few greeted. "hey, um, we're going to head out," nate stated.

"ooohh," sadie grinned, a smirk on her face. "die," you point, earning a giggle from her. "i love youuuu," she yells as you walk away. "i love you too," you yell back, laughing.

the walk to your car was quiet, the two of you walking slowly. you stopped at the passenger side door, opening it for him. "such a gentlewoman," he grins, you rolling your eyes.

you slid into the drivers seat, buckling and starting the car. you pulled away from the park, nate resting his hand on your thigh. his thumb running circles on your thigh.

the air in the car was thick with sexual tension, your breathing a little heavy. nate slid his hand further up, his fingertips grazing your core.

"this okay?" he asked, noticing you let out a shakey breath. "yeah," you breathed, gripping the steering wheel harder.

his finger ran down your core, a small groan escaping his throat. "fuck," he muttered.

"what?" you questioned, glancing at him.

"you're soaking."

you let out a small whine, biting your lip. "pull over," he groaned.

"wha- why," you stutter. "because i don't think i can wait until we get to my house," he mumbles. you bite your lip, pulling off into a hidden part of the road.

"turn the car off," he mumbles, pulling his seatbelt off and sliding his seat as far back as it would go. you turn the car off, undoing your seatbelt and shifting to straddle his lap.

you leaned forward, attaching your lips to his. his hands gripped your waist, his hips bucking up to meet yours. "fuck, can't wait to be inside you," he groaned, kissing along your jaw.

you ground down against him, the two of you moaning in unison. nate slid his hand between the two of you, pushing your skirt up as he undid his pants.

he pulled his member out, stroking it a few times before pushing your underwear to the side. he groaned, your slick coating the head. "fuck, so wet," he groaned.

"all for you," you whispered, nipping his earlobe. he pushed you down, the head pushing into your entrance. "fuck," you squeaked shoving your face into his neck.

"oh shit," he moaned, your walls hugging him. he pulled your shirt and bra cup down, his mouth connecting to one of your nipples.

"fuck, nate," you whined, pulling his beanie off and grabbing his hair. his tongue flicked your nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub.

he thrust his hips up, a cry escaping your mouth. "i'm sorry," he muttered, not stopping the shallow thrusts.

"fuck," you cried, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening. "m'close," you moan. "already?" he grinned cockily, a moan escaping his own lips as you tightened around him.

you nodded your head, biting your lip and looking away from him. his hand grabbed your chin, pulling your head to face him. "let me hear that pretty voice," he cooed, thrusting up into you.

your hands rested on his shoulders, his thrusts speeding up. "fuck nate," you moaned. "right there," you cry, throwing your head back.

nate grinned, "right there ma?" he teased, his teeth connecting to your exposed neck. he thrusted into the spot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"fuck," you moaned, the coil in your stomach snapping. your orgasm hit, your body shaking in his grasp.

"that's it," he encouraged. he kissed along your jaw, his hips working you through your orgasm.

"wait, shit," you moaned, his thrusts not faltering.

"why," he questioned, a small frown on his face. "cause... i'll cum again," you stutter. "okay, and?" he teased, biting his lip and smirking.

"oh," you moaned, leaning against him. he grabbed your ass, bouncing you in his lap. you leaned forward, connecting your lips to his.

he squeezed your ass, your walls clenching around him. "gonna make me cum," he breathed, his hips speeding up. you bounced with him, your breasts in his face. he kissed the tops of them, his lips moving across the skin.

"nate, oh my god," you moaned, throwing your head back. "so pretty," he breathed, his lips sucking a hickey into the skin above your nipple. "nate," you warned, your second orgasm approaching.

"cum for me," he ordered, his fingers digging into your waist.

you clenched around him, your second orgasm hitting. his hips stuttered, the coil in his stomach snapping as he shot his seed into you. the two of you panted, trying to catch your breaths.

he pressed his lips to yours, his hand roughly tangling in your hair. "so pretty," he murmured, pulling away and kissing along your neck. "such a pretty girl," he breathed, kissing your jaw.

"oh god," you breathed, your heart rate speeding up. nate smiled against your neck, pulling away and pressing his lips to yours. "so pretty," he breathed.

you bit your lip, sliding off his lap and adjusting your bra and skirt. nate tucked himself back in his pants, a blush on his cheeks. "wanna go to your place," you questioned, a shy smile on your face.

"absolutely," he grins. you start the car, buckling and backing out.

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♡ 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 ♡

TW: v!sex, extreme dirty talk, ftm reader, pussy talk, v!sex, hard!dom bi han, afab anatomy, praise, sub x master dynamics.

You two were more than grand master and apprentice, you were the golden boy of Bi Han's eye. You had a submissive nature that made him weak in the knees, always doing your best to get his attention - you knew he didn't want to get involved with anyone, having a commitment to a ninja lower than his grandmaster rank was something that would cause a scandal within the lin kuei... But you two didn't need to be in love, you just wanted to be one of his boys that night, and he was more than happy to play the role of dominating you in bed for a few hours - he knew how sensitive you were, how easy it was to turn you on, he loved every reaction you had just hearing his deep voice talk to you.

Sub zero soon called you to his quarters, some candles lit up the cold and smooth stone environment, while he was sitting with you on his lap. "-You know that I can hear your heartbeat, right? It accelerates just by me talking to you like that, you're so fragile." He spoke in a seductive tone, his eyes never left yours, he wanted you to feel the power he had over you, he studied you for months before accepting to dominate you intimately, every nickname you liked, every touch, every thing he provoked goosebumps on your skin, he wanted every night you made love to remain embedded in your mind, like a black stain, slowly corroding your senses, until only him was left.

"-You're so submissive and pretty... I think you would love it if I fucked you without even using a condom, or maybe just using one while fingering that cute little ass of yours." His tone was dominating, as he took control over the conversation. He leaned forward in his chair, spreading his legs wider apart to expose the bulge in his pants, it was clear he was hardening just thinking about what he planned to do with you.

"-Just think about it; feeling my dick deep inside your tight little cunt while stroking your cute clit or maybe just fingering your ass while fucking your pussy hard and raw, making sure not to use any protection for skin-to-skin contact." He continued talking dirty, as if imagining each moment of pleasure and lust vividly "-Doesn't that make you horny? Hm?" Bi Han asked calmly, watching as you trembled beneath him even more than before.

"-I know I can push you to the limit baby, maybe even make you cum while still wearing these clothes... How does that sound? Would you love it if I made you cum like that, boy?" He took one of his hands down your pants, while he held you in place, sticking two fingers inside your little hole, taking them out after they were well lubricated, exposing your juices on his fingertips.

"-Good boy, you're getting wet just because I told you how it would feel like... take off your clothes, maybe I'll let you struggle against my cock when we finally fuck for real" he murmured in a low and husky voice, his eyes never leaving yours. He wanted to see how far he could push you tonight.

You just obeyed him, clumsily removing the remains of fabric that still prevented the older man's discerning gaze from appreciating every corner of your body - He held your waist gently with his hands, feeling how wet and exposed you were beneath him, Bi Han couldn't help but caress one of your breasts slowly, while enjoying the view of your naked body.

"-You look so sweet right now, But remember, once we start there is no going back... And maybe afterward, you will cry, begging me not to stop fucking your tight little pussy... But for now, let's focus on making you cum first, okay?" He said as he kissed your neck softly, feeling how fast your heart rate increased by these words.

He placed one of his hands on your hips, while squeezing the hot, creamy flesh, guiding you in back and forth movements into the growing bulge of his pants, the thin black confining fabric of his robes was the only barrier stopping the grandmaster from holding you. fuck right there - but on the other hand, he wanted to make that pleasurable torture last as long as possible for both of them, he could feel how sensitive and horny you were just by rubbing against him, he knew it was getting harder for him with each passing second.

"-Don't stop, boy... I want you to cum just using my voice and my touch, okay? Just focus on what I tell you to do..." His tone was more possessive as he grabbed one of your nipples harshly , twisting them a little. "-Do you want me to fuck you now bunny? Or maybe just let you cum first, showing some mercy..." He slapped your thigh, while enjoying the view of your full breasts bouncing as you continued rubbing yourself against him. "-You're such a good little slut for me- your holes are so tight yet warm, perfect for my cock!- And oh fuck... Your cunt is dripping so much..."

You couldn't hold it in any longer, begging pathetically and shakily for him to fuck you, causing goosebumps all over sub zero's skin - he loved hearing you beg for him. "-Good boy, you asked for it... Now just relax and let me take control...", He took his throbbing member out of his boxer shorts while rubbing it against his wet lips, smiling, moaned softly as he finally felt his cock sliding into your tight pussy; It felt so good to be inside of you again that he couldn't help but grab onto your firm ass, fucking you deeper at each stroke.

"-You feel even tighter than before... And that smell... So sweet... Your pussy is clinging to my cock like a fucking glove, feeling every inch of me... Fuck!-" He grabbed your hair softly to make sure you looked at him as you spoke and moaned, looking deep into his eyes. "-Look into my eyes while I fuck you." Bi Han growled softly as he held your head tightly with one hand, insisting that you meet his gaze.

"-C-Can you hear that...? The sound of our bodies colliding, feeling your little wet pussy being drenched by my cock... Yes- that's the noise I want you to remember when you masturbate next time knowing how much I enjoyed fucking your holes." He could feel each thrust from below pushing his cock deeper as he still maintained control over the situation; he wanted you to know who was really in charge, dirty and incoherent sentences left both of your lips, kisses were raw and messy, your eyes were blurred by your mind broken by the intense pleasure.

"-Oh Fucking hell angel... You feel so good... So tight and wet... I want to see your face while we finish this, Ok? Now focus the fuck I'm going to cum baby boy-" His voice got more desperate as he thrust harder again, his cock almost slipping out of your tight pussy before entering again, hitting your G-spot expertly - he felt the familiar wave of pleasure building inside him once again, signaling his own imminent orgasm.

Bi Han buried his thick, needy shaft one last time into you - hot white seeds painting lines on your inner walls - his moans reverberated through the room as he fought to maintain control over himself; a futile effort. His cock remained inside your pussy even as he slowed his thrusts, enjoying the intimate closeness and connection between the two of you.

"-Good boy... Such a good boy for me..." He breathed heavily, as he held you close to his chest, maybe you two weren't in love, but there was a growing feeling beyond sex there.

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The last thing Whumpee remembered was a bright light coming at them from seemingly nowhere. It felt like a bus when it hit them.

Whumpee squinted their eyes open. They felt drowsy from whatever was thrown at them.

'Whoever's magic that was needs to tone it down', Whumpee thought to themself, 'they must not of had proper training.'

Whumpee already felt that they were tied down with rope and black shrink wrap. A gag had been forced into their mouth, and a tube was connected to it. The tube ran partially down their throat so they could breath and eat. Without it, they would suffocate, but for the inexperienced, the gagging could be worse than suffocating.

Whumpee carefully wiggled, any panicking would make them gag. This wasn't their first time in this situation, they knew this, they were to experienced to make a mistake like panicking.

'Slave trade', Whumpee told themself after receiving a hit to their stomach, 'I'm in the blood market for the vampires.'

'This is terrifying... what if I go to someone else', Whumpee whimpered, 'at least Master makes sure we are properly cared for. Even if it's to cultivate our blood for himself.'

Humans on the purchasing block were wrapped up tightly in black shrink wrap so they couldn't see. A picture was posted of them when they first came in, and their blood was tested by several vampires in the trade so a correct description was posted for interested owners.

Whumpee had a very specific flavor in their blood. Their Master enjoyed it immensely, so Whumpee questioned how they ended up here.

'Master kills the humans he no longer wants. He doesn't resell', Whumpee thought to themself, 'they must have been watching me. Master won't be happy when they find out that I'm missing.'

Whumpee could feel hands caressing their body.

'I always hated this part', Whumpee groaned.

"Whumpee is that you?", someone whispered near Whumpee's head.

Whumpee quickly nodded.... somehow that voice seemed familiar enough. They gagged slightly from the tube.

"I thought so", the voice whispered again, "hold on, I was trying to find Tatum's branding on you, and I couldn't remember where they place it. Don't worry I'll get you out of this situation."

Whumpee felt relieved.

"Their picture of you was questionable, and I know Tatum wouldn't give you up so easily", the voice whispered, "with how much they praise your blood."

'I'd be dead if master wanted me gone', Whumpee sighed to themself.

"Excuse me", Whumpee's rescuer called over an employee, "I would like to put a hold on this one.... a friend of mine has been looking for blood like this slave's, I need to call for them."

"Yes of course", the employee nodded.

Whumpee felt arms cradle them from underneath. They were lifted and carried to a private room.

"If I may remain with them until my friend arrives. So I can make sure nothing happens to them", Whumpee heard the friend talking.

"Of course you can stay in this room... just do not remove the wrapping. In case your friend doesn't want them we won't have to rewrap them. It's harder when they're awake", Whumpee heard the person leave.

"I'm pretty sure your master wants you back. I just texted them, and they are not happy", Whumpee heard the person sigh, "I'm not leaving you like this... that tube has to be uncomfortable."

Whumpee nodded, then gagged again.

"Okay hold still."

Whumpee felt the person start cutting the wrapping away.

They were finally able to see who it was.

"Master Collin", Whumpee whispered after the gag and tube were removed.

"Yes dear", they smiled, "don't make too much noise, I don't want them coming back."

Whumpee remained in a laying down position.

"I don't know what happened", Whumpee whispered hoarsely, "I was outside to get some sunlight at Master's requests..... a bright ball of light hit me. When I woke up I was here. They used a lot of magic, I'm still drowsy."

Master Collin nodded, "these traders have been kidnapping different humans from their masters and reselling them again", they sighed, "I'm sorry I don't have any water for you. I know that tube dries you out."

"It's okay", Whumpee whispered.

"Tatum should be here shortly... I know they've been hunting you down since last night", Master Collin frowned.

Outside of the room rumors amongst the employees spread across the sale floor. A mysterious person was walking up and down every aisle.

Mysterious meant rich for most slave traders.

Master Tatum's frown deepened as he passed every human that was not Whumpee.

"I hate these places so much", Tatum complained, "this is inhumane even for lowly creatures like humans."

Tatum pulled out their phone, "I'm getting irritated. Where is my property?", they texted Collin.

"I had them brought to a private room for protection", Collin replied, "I'll open the door."

Collin opened the door and waved at Tatum.

Tatum rolled their eyes and started toward the room.

"Hello Master, can I interest you in....", a seller approached.

"No, I already know what I'm looking for... out of my way", Tatum gruffed.

"Yes I apologize", they quickly moved out of the way and watched Tatum storm off.

Tatum came into the room and saw Whumpee's state.

"They didn't waste any time preparing you for sale", Tatum frowned, "I am quite irritated seeing you like this."

"Please Master, I-I didn't do anything", Whumpee pleaded.

"I-I'm well aware", Tatum sighed, "I can smell the magic seeping off of you."

"Collin will you help me untie them?", Tatum stepped closer.

"I told you not to do that", the seller from earlier came in yelling.

Tatum turned quickly and snapped their fingers.

The seller flew back into the selling room, and Tatum stormed after them.

"You dare steal my property, then tell me what I can do with them", Tatum yelled.

Collin peaked out the door with a grin.

"What's happening?", Whumpee whispered.

"Tatum has reached their last straw. They'd burn this place down if it wasn't for the humans and innocent bystanders here", Collin chuckled.

Police had been called on Tatum's behavior, but it was quickly reversed on the slave traders.

The doors would be closed permanently on this company. All humans would be checked to ensure they were not stolen. All the others would be given to other sellers who followed more humane practices.

Whumpee was quickly returned to Tatum.

"Thankyou", Tatum looked at Collin, "I appreciate you finding them for me."

"Of course", Collin grinned, "I'm happy to help."

Tatum carried Whumpee home.

"Bed now, we will get that filthy place cleaned off of you after you've rested", Tatum frowned.

Whumpee looked down sadly.

"What?", Tatum tried to settle down. Whumpee wasn't at fault for this incident. They knew Whumpee didn't deserve their anger.

"Co-could I have something to eat.... a-and some comfort", Whumpee tried not to cry, "I tried to stay strong, but", Whumpee felt a tear sneak out, "I-I was scared."

"Yes you can have food.... you know I'm not the most comforting vampire right", Tatum glared.

"I know... b-but I'll take anything", Whumpee shook.

"Fine, let's get this over with", Tatum frowned, "let's get you some food first..... I'm guessing they never fed you then."

"No Master, Whumpee followed shyly, "unless they fed me through the tube while I was unconscious."

"I had thought you ran away when you didn't return when I called. I swore I would hunt you down. You knew the outcome for running from me. I wondered how brave you thought you were. When I came outside I smelt the magic spells used on you, and I realized you were taken", Tatum talked while they prepared a meal, "then I received Collin's message and I hurried to you", Tatum frowned, "I'm sorry", they forced out, "that should of never happened to you. I will take precautionary measures to make sure it doesn't happen again."

Whumpee smiled weakly as Tatum set a plate of food in front of them.

"Will you require a meal from me tonight as well Master?", Whumpee took a fork from Tatum, "thankyou for this food, Master."

"You're welcome... you may eat", Tatum sat at the table.

"As for a few days, I'll feed from the others. This way you have time to recover. Your blood won't taste good to me from the stress you were put through. I'll feed when I feel you're ready."

Whumpee choked.

"Slow down, you are over filling your mouth", Tatum warned.

"I'm sorry my throat is still sore from the tube", Whumpee looked at the plate, "plus this is delicious."

"Good", Tatum sighed, "let's get you cleaned up next.... then I will attempt to comfort you... I guess you deserve something for your trials."

Whumpee was taken into the bathroom, a different blood slave helped them bathe.

"Yeah, Master came into the kitchen and saw us eating, and they asked where you were. None of us knew, so they called for you", they talked with each other, "we were scared when you didn't return, then Master was ticked. Out of all of us you were the least likely to run from Master."

Whumpee nodded, "I would never dare such a thing, they would kill me. You wouldn't be truly free, constantly looking over your surroundings until the inevitable happened and Master came for you. With the bounty on my blood, they'd probably leave me in the dungeon and feed on me when they wanted."

"Probably", the other smiled, "in complete honesty, I don't even think Master is as bad as they could be. So what if they feed off of us, Master does it to survive, they have a right to survive as well. Master never hurts us unless we deserve it. We are well taken care of, and they don't over feed. There are five blood slaves all together."

"Plus they are a good cook", Whumpee laughed, "I know the care they put into us is to ensure our blood is of the best quality for them. I don't know many owners who put that much effort into their humans. Though we are fairly expendable for Master, it's still nice to be taken care of "

"I'm glad you both find me to be a good master", Tatum stood by the door and chuckled as the two jumped.

Whumpee and the other looked down shyly and tried to hide their embarrassment.

"No please continue saying good things about me. I've been listening for the last few minutes", Tatum came into the bathroom, "truly I am happy to know that at least two of you like me, and don't plan on running away. I at least know who I don't have to watch as strictly."

"You protect us Master", Whumpee looked up slowly, "why would we want to run?"

Tatum turned, "hurry and finish, unless you feel this was comforting enough. You are at least smiling now. Do you still require me to care for you?", Tatum frowned.

"You don't have to if you don't want to", Whumpee whispered, "but I would appreci...."

"Good", Tatum quickly left the bathroom and down the hall.

"I guess you aren't getting any hugs from Master tonight."

"I-I guess not", Whumpee sighed.

Whumpee tossed and turned half the night, nightmares and discomfort gnawed at them.

They sat up in bed and looked around.

"My throat hurts so bad, and these covers feel like I'm tied up again", Whumpee looked at their hands, "I wonder where Master is."

Whumpee got up and grabbed their teddy, then quietly left their shared bedroom.

After a few minutes, they found Tatum by the fire reading.

"Why are you awake?", Tatum didn't look up.

"Nightmares and discomfort Master", Whumpee stood in the doorway, "ma-may I have comfort now... please."

Tatum sighed, "it's not my specialty to be comforting that's why I have six..", Tatum caught themself. They had just killed one of the slaves for not obeying and breaking rules, "five of you to comfort each other."

"Please, even if it's your hand on my shoulder, it would help", Whumpee's voice cracked as they tried not to cry. They held their throat, "it still hurts Master."

"I've already asked for the doctor to come by and check on you. Collin reminded me of a few things they would have done to you. They will be by tomorrow", Tatum sighed, "well if you must, you must... come here then."

Whumpee quickly walked to the couch and sat beside Tatum.

Tatum awkwardly rested their hand on Whumpee's shoulder and then went back to reading.

"You are safe now", Tatum forced themself to say, "I assure you that will not happen again."

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee whispered.

"Ymhmm", Tatum hummed.

Whumpee started to grow tired sitting there.

They closed their eyes and absent-mindedly laid down; their head now on Tatum's leg.

"Whumpee I didn't agree to this", Tatum tried to lift Whumpee off, but Whumpee was out.

"Great now what?", Tatum sighed and looked at Whumpee awkwardly, "I'm only allowing this, so you'll sleep... do you hear me?"

They rested their hand on Whumpee's shoulder again and went back to reading.

Tatum's slaves required a full eight hours of sleep every night for their blood quality. Either Tatum had to wake Whumpee and mess with their already destroyed sleep schedule, or deal with Whumpee laying there until morning.

"At least no one else will see this", Tatum whispered.

Tatum saw movement at the doorway a while later.

"Now why are you up?", Tatum complained, "no humans should be awake in my household."

"I'm sorry Master, I saw Whumpee was away from their bed... I was going to check on them", the slave smiled when they saw Whumpee, "I see you got them."

"Yes I do, and if you say anything about this to anyone I will tear out your throat. Am I clear?", Tatum threatened.

"Yes of course Master... we wouldn't want anyone to think you have softened for something lowly like a human", the slave prodded.

"Go back to bed... now", Tatum ordered, "take your sarcasm with you."

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Double the Love | Part Eleven*

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.6k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, unprotected PinV, fingering, praise, size difference, biting, marking, Tali being a tease, Johnny's dirty talk

Johnny passes his fitness test

"So, how's the apartment hunting going?" Winnie asks, her upper body in the frame of our FaceTime call. She looks even tanner than usual, practically glowing as she beams at me.

She hasn't got long left to go on her work trip now and - after a particularly promising flat viewing last week - me and the boys might not be living in our apartment for much longer. We've finally found a place that works for all of us - the perfect mix of homey and industrial, with two bathrooms, a huge master bedroom with a walk-in closet, and a decent-sized spare room. And - as an added bonus - it's only a twenty-minute walk from here.

I gush to her about the place; about the giant, warehouse-style windows in the open-plan living room, and my interior design ideas. She listens eagerly, her smile only growing brighter and brighter until I stop and ask, "What?"

There's a pause as she shifts, getting comfortable on her hotel bed in Paris. Braids falling over one shoulder, her dark, wise eyes find mine through the screen, twinkling with an amused light. "You seem genuinely happy, Tali. It suits you." She tilts her head slightly, adding, "When I get home, we all need to go out for dinner and drinks. I get the feeling I should start getting used to these guys being around."

I laugh at that. "I think you should too. They aren't going anywhere any time soon."

We talk a bit more - exchanging I miss you's and stories about some of the other things that we've been up to in the past week - before I hear the sound of the front door opening and closing with a soft thud. The "honey, I'm home!" that follows is enough to tell me that Johnny is back in the building.

"I'll call you in the morning, yeah?" I say, heat flooding the tips of my ears as I flash Winnie a bashful smile.

She grins back. "Sure thing. Goodnight, babe."

The call is barely over before Johnny comes crashing into the bedroom, a huge smile on his face. "Simon called. He's gonnae pick up take-out from that little Italian place you like on his way home."

I switch my phone screen off and let it fall on top of the sheets beside me. Twisting so that I'm laying on my back, propped up on my elbows with my legs dangling off the edge of the bed, I catch onto what he hasn't mentioned.

Simon had to go into one of their offices today for a meeting with John, Gaz, and their colleague Kate; something that he couldn't avoid no matter how much he wanted to. It's looking more and more likely that they're going to have to go on another mission soon. And Johnny - well, Johnny had a doctor's appointment to assess his recovery.

To assess whether or not he was deemed fit enough to go along with them.

I hum, feigning nonchalance for a second before asking, "How did the appointment go?"

Just like that, the care-free smile on Johnny's face fades. He clears his throat, shifting his weight between his feet like a child afraid of getting a telling off. There's no hint of an injury in his stance now - not like there was when he first moved in. He doesn't favour one side anymore; doesn't have any trouble standing up, or lying down, or reaching for things.

He's better. He's healed.

And it's good news.

Or at least it should be.

"I, er- well, Doc reckons 'm good to go back to active duty," he says with a grimace. One hand reaches for the nape of his neck, tugging at the longer strands of his mohawk. He's self-soothing, and there's nothing I want more than to comfort him, but I let him finish. "Was gonnae tell you and Si tonight over dinner. Didn't wanna ruin a good day."

An invisible hand reaches through my ribs, fingers curling around my heart and squeezing like a vice. Panic, fear, worry; the emotions whirl through me like a storm gale, threatening to sweep me away with their intensity.

Instead of letting myself feel it, I swallow it down.

Pursing my lips, I meet Johnny's baby blue gaze. "It's okay. It'll all be okay."

He sits down beside me with a heavy thump, gaze trained on the wall in front of us. Refusing to hold my gaze, he sighs deeply. "Tali, nothin' about this is okay. This wasn't meant t' happen until we got the new place sorted out. Now... 'ah could be called away at a moment's notice. Simon too. Wouldn't have a say in the matter. Ye would be alone for God knows how long, waitin' for us without word. Worried sick.

"Ye don't know what it's like. I've been though this with Si before - it's not fun, lassie. It's gonnae hurt."

I sit upright, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed until I'm sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him. I wrap an arm around his side, leaning into his warmth.

His body is tense to the touch, but his soft t-shirt smells like his aftershave - clean and familiar. Like home.

I press a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade, my words muffled against the fabric and muscle as I speak. "We'll get through this, Johnny. It'll be okay."

Some of the tension leaves at that, his considerable frame sagging further against me. With a shaky exhale, I almost miss the whispered, "'ah don't wanna leave ye, Tali," that follows.

My heart breaks for him.

The only thing that I can think to say is, "I know."

Neither of us speak for a while after that. I just hold him while he stares off into space, gaze trained simultaneously on the wall and some far-away place that neither of us can see. And it's all I can do not to burst into tears myself.

Before long, Johnny pulls me into his lap, burying his face into my hair and nuzzling his nose against the side of my neck. It takes me a second to register the soft, lazy kisses that he's pressing there - trailing up my jaw and behind my ear.

"Johnny," I mumble, tilting my head to give him access to the delicate, sensitive skin there.

He grunts in acknowledgment.

I repeat his name, firmer this time. It takes him a moment, but he draws back enough for me to look at his face. With one hand on his broad chest, I say, "Are you sure you want to do this right now?"

Johnny grins lazily, the picture of care-free ease despite the tense line of his jaw. "Lassie, there's nothin' else ah'd rather be doing right now."

I lift a hand to cradle his cheek, relishing the rough bite of his stubble against my palm as he melts into my touch. The trust and affection lurking in his gaze is enough to choke me up; to bring a rush of answering emotion inside of me. Pressing my forehead to his, I stare into his eyes, palm trailing down the side of his throat to rest atop his broad shoulder.

"Johnny... I know it's soon but-"

He cuts me off by tangling a hand in my hair, pulling my lips down to meet his. I sink my teeth into the bottom one, pulling a deep, throaty chuckle from him.

"Ay, vicious little thing!" Johnny's hand comes down against my backside in a playful smack, the flat of his hand immediately soothing the sting with a gentle caress of his calloused palm. "Tha's my lassie."

I bite back a whine, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

Instead, I shift myself until I'm straddling his lap, thighs bracketing his. His eyes darken as I get comfortable, purposefully rubbing against him as much as possible. I can feel the considerable length of him straining against the fabric of his gym shorts, the short skirt of my sundress doing little to shield me from the fact.

"Johnny?" I gasp, wide-eyed with feigned innocence.

Through gritted teeth, he growls, "Aye."

Leaning close, I press an open-mouthed kiss to his temple. "I'm not wearing any underwear."

If I wasn't turned on before, the look of pure, raw heat on his face takes me the rest of the way. With a sound verging on animalistic, Johnny flips us so that I'm on my back, his weight resting on the mattress between my spread thighs as he towers over me, caging me beneath him. It's far from menacing though; sending a thrill of anticipation through me.

Those blue eyes of his glitter with the thrill of the chase, gaze never leaving mine as one hand shifts to paw at the hem of my dress. With a slight dip of my head, his eyes drift south, fingers tugging the skirt up until its bunched up around my waist. His fingers trail back down the bare skin, goosebumps rising in their wake.

Pressing a trail of sloppy kisses to my neck, he licks over the hollow at the base of my throat. His mouth distracts me while his index finger circles my clit. He does it once, then twice, before finally skimming down to where I really need them. A rumbling sound leaves his chest when he finds just how wet I am for him.

He eases his fingers out of me with a mumbled praise.

"Don't be mean," I whine, arching my hips up towards him. "Just make me feel good."

Johnny scoffs something that sounds remarkably like "pillow princess" before pulling away. My gaze follows him as he frantically tugs down his gym shorts and boxers, his thick cock springing up - ready and waiting.

I don't laugh at the tattoo this time, instead running my thumb over it.

Practically purring, Johnny's hand wraps around my wrist, guiding his hand down to touch him. My fingers close around his length, relishing in the hiss that leaves his lips. His eyes find mine once again as he whimpers, "See, Tali. All of this is for you. Feel how fuckin' hard ye make me."

He thrusts into my hand to punctuate his point.

A breathy moan wrestles free from my throat. "Johnny- Johnny, I need you."

The strong column of his throat works as he swallows, seemingly nodding to himself before easing back down on top of me. Lining up, he places his free hand beside my head, balancing his weight as he notches himself at my entrance.

I savour the slow, delicious drag as he pushes into me, muttering soft praises under his breath as his face drops down beside mine. His dark hair tickles my cheek as he flexes his hips, slowly easing out before pushing himself in to the hilt. The movement punches the air out of my lungs in a sharp gasp.

"'ah loved watching Si eat you out," Johnny growls, low and guttural as he eases out again before slamming home. It suddenly occurs to me that he's no novice at dirty talk. In fact, he excels at it. "Loved watching you watch us." He twists his hips without warning, hitting a spot deep inside of me that sends me reeling - seeing stars as my eyes roll back. "But nothin' compares to being right here."

I cling to him like he's a lifeline, clawing at the tanned skin of his broad back and lifting my legs to wrap them around his tapered waist. I pull him close, gathering him to me as he picks up the pace like it's a challenge, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

Barrelling towards a release, I nuzzle my nose into his skin - inhaling the scent of his aftershave mixed with a hint of sweat - and bite down. Hard.

As I come, vaguely aware of the coppery taste now coating my tongue, Johnny roars. His hips stutter, a flood of warmth filling me as he finds his own high. I lose all sense of myself, vaguely aware of his weight pressing me into the mattress; muttered praises and apologies for not lasting very long.

Basking in the afterglow, he collapses on top of me, neither of us willing or able to move for a few long moments.

"That was... wow," Johnny says eventually, breathless and sweating.

"Intense?" I supply, still clinging to him like a koala bear. Banding his arms around me, he rolls us until he's on his back, my weight settling on top of him. He still hasn't pulled out - letting me enjoy the moment just a little while longer.

I have to remind myself that Simon will be home any minute now with dinner; stopping myself from getting amped up for round two.

Surrounded by him, I run my fingertips along the ridge of his shoulder, provoking the shiver that I was looking for with ease. But the smile on my face cracks as soon as I draw my hand back.

My fingertips are smeared with red.

I jerk upright, Johnny's softening cock slipping out with a wince from him. The post-orgasm haze leaves me just as abruptly as I lean over him, inspecting the damage. Sure enough, there are two rows of shallow teeth indents in the tanned skin of his shoulder, deep enough to draw a steady trickle of blood.

I pull back, grimacing.

"Ay, none of that!" Johnny declares, eyes glittering once again. "Did something for me, tha' did." Heat floods my cheeks as a roguish grin forms on his full lips. "Think we might need to tell Si about that little trick."

My eyes trail down, focusing on the tattoo along his V-line as I straddle his tapered hips. He returns the favour, stroking a bare sliver of skin along my own hip. With a contemplative hum, he suggests, "Ye should get a tattoo there. Ours."

It takes all my strength not to grind down against the bare length of him here and now. The primal urge to take and claim ghosts over me; the urge to have their handwriting marked permanently on such an intimate part of my body.

"Now that's an idea." I lean down to press a kiss to his lips. "In your handwriting?"

A devilish glint sparks up in his eyes, but he bites back on it, tapping me once on the thigh. "We should get cleaned up before Si gets home. Come on, little menace: shower."

An hour later, the three of us are lounging in the living room, eating Italian out of the cardboard box-trays that it was packed in. The results of Johnny's fitness test and doctor's exam were the first thing Simon asked about upon his return - his reaction something between disappointment and bitter acceptance - followed shortly by quizzing Johnny about the fresh bite mark on his shoulder. He'd only had to glance at me - guilty, dishevelled, and shifting my thighs in an attempt to ease the hollow ache between my legs - before his eyes darkened with lustful understanding.

I let myself fade into the background, listening to the quiet noise of the TV and the boys trading bits of work gossip - mentioning names of people I've never met and scandalous titbits I've never heard before.

Until something snags my attention.

"Kate said we have to go, Si," Johnny says sullenly. "'s not like it's waterboarding or anything. It's a fuckin' military ball for Christ's sake!"

Simon grumbles something under his breath, a string of curses punctuated by the odd coherent word. It ends in, "being paraded about like a fuckin' show pony."

"Surely it's not that bad," I say incredulously. A catered party with booze, decent food, and dancing - it sounds quite fun. I think Alex mentioned one once, back in his early days as an Officer.

Johnny beams. "See! Tali gets it. We should all go. Price and Gaz are going - we could make a night out of it."

Something sours in Simon's expression. "Hm, and how would that work out exactly? Who gets to go with Tali?"

I can't help but frown. He's right; I can only formally attend with one of them, especially around their colleagues and higher-ups. How else would we explain what's going on between the three of us? Hell, Johnny and Si aren't even out at work.

"We'll think of something," Johnny says, ever the optimist. "Besides, 's not for a few weeks yet. Think that new op'll happen first."

Simon grunts, finishing off the last few bites of his linguine. "Speaking of, I'm gonna reach out to that guy about the flat tomorrow. See if we can close on it as soon as possible." Hazel eyes meet mine. "Provided that's still what you want, love?"

I flash him a sweet grin. "Of course it is."

a/n: it took time, but we did it! hope you liked part 11. what do you want next, part 12 of this, part 2 of Unlikely Friendships or... something new? :) - lapetitelapin <3

[derangedanomaly]

Wait since we're asking about kinks now- what are all of the guys and the stars kinks? Do they have any lol? I'm genuinely curious

*rubs my hands together* This one's gonna be a ride. 😈🙏🏻

Nah- without jokes now lol. I need to cleanse myself after this lmao. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANYTHING REGARDING SEX.

TW: NSFW CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Chaos

I can imagine Chaos being a family kinda guy. Like, family probably means A LOT to him, so I can definitely see Chaos having a breeding kink. Something about his partner's belly being full, because he got them pregnant does a lot of things to him.

Chaos is never the type that chases for his own pleasure, I really think that he'd prioritize what you want, when it comes to having fun in the sheets. So I can see him doing fingering/blow job to his partner. He's the type of guy that loves to praise the shit out of you, but also playfully kinda degrade you. Like- he'd probably say something like, "Oh...your doing such a good job for me...what do you think would happen if the others found you drooling all over my cock? What would they think of you?" Followed by, "....Would you like to find out?"

Since Chaos is into having a family, I can see him also having a daddy kink. And along with this all, I can for some reason, also see him being into Katoptronphilia, which is a fascination with mirrors, or more specifically, watching yourself in a sexual situation. So I think that Chaos would make you watch yourself in the mirror, while fucking you from behind.

Nightmare

I've established before that Nightmare's into master kink, just calling him anything that gives him a sense of power is enough to get him hot. (Master, King, Sir,...)

But between all this, I can also see him being into Impact play, this involves hitting or being hit with an object in a safe and consensual way. Nightmare wants to feel that he's always in control. So he'd 100% whip you with a whip or just slap you anyhow. He'd probably also be pretty rough, just to show you that he's the one in control. Speaking of control... Orgasm control is also a thing he'd be SUPER into. But he's a giant asshole too, he'd be SO unfair when he'd use a vibrator or anything else on you. He WON'T let you taste that sweet sweet release at all. The only thing I'll say...is dirty talk. And he's really good at it too.. He could probably make you come just from his words alone.

Ace

Ace is pretty much a sub. It's pretty easy to drive him into submission, because he doesn't NEED to be the dominant one in a relationship. He's just happy he even has a partner to be honest. But I can see Ace being a sadist. Just you hurting him anyhow drives him nuts probably. Because he's the stronger one, he's the one that holds more power than you, so the feeling of you actually landing a hit on him has him weak.

Cuckolding is also a thing that he IMMENSLY gets off of. This a kink or a fetish is the act of being turned on by watching your partner get it on with someone else. He feels a little guilty about actually liking this, but he can't deny it.

Blade

Is anyone really surprised when I say that Blade's into knife play? Blade enjoys the thought of running his sharp, bloody knife along the curves of your glistening body. He also pretty much gets off of seeing you covered in blood. Really anything that's connected with blood or knives, he likes it. I do not recommend telling him that you're on your period. He'd eat you out if you did. Never probably stopping until you'd pass out. Even if someone would barge into the room, he WOULDN'T stop. Not at all.

Blade also degrades you VERY MUCH, he LOVES to tell you stuff that makes you embarrassed while he's pumping you from behind. He's also into Voyeurism, which is the sexual interest in or practice of watching other people engaged in intimate behaviors, such as undressing, sexual activity, or other actions of a private nature. He 100% hides somewhere in your room just to watch you get undressed. The thought of you not knowing he's there only makes him more and more hot.

Ted

Ted promised himself that he'd never engage in sexual intercourse ever again after the accident where he lost his virginity, so you would have to build a LOT of trust with him for him to do that with you. He's like- "Sex...?....Ew....."

But I can see Ted being very careful with you, treating you almost as if you were made from glass. After all, the last time he did go....rough.... VERY rough... he killed the woman. Shockingly. And he cares about you, he doesn't want to kill you with his ginormous size. :(

I think that Ted's the type of person to be VERY gentle and kind when having sex. As for the kinks, I don't really think he cares that much when it comes to it, because he'd do anything you ask him to do, except for the things that would hurt you in any way. He truly does NOT want to hurt you.

NOTE: I wanted to write the Star Sanses too- but It was SO much that I lost motivation to write any more. I'm so sorry!

[gilverrwrites]

Put you on your knees

Deathstroke/F!Reader, 6K AN: When I tell you this man has had a choke hold on me for longer than I can remember. Have always been hesitant to write for him cause I was sure I'll never be happy with the end result, ngl but I enjoyed this immensely. Hope even one of you enjoys! Your thoughs are highly appreciated. 🧡 Warnings: Unhealthy relationship, abuse of authority, age gap, swearing, smoking, unprotected sex, semi-public nudity and sexual activities, humiliation/degradation, dom/sub, non-graphic spanking, mildly gross cum stuff, name calling, a hint of misogyny. Slade is not nice, and emotionally stunted. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

The last time you’d seen your former paramour, it had ended badly. Now he's in your bed, a hulking pile of muscles and scar tissue amongst your blankets. His unkempt white hair a halo around his ruggedly handsome face. Baffled, you flick the light on, half convinced as you step closer that he's a mirage who will disappear under scrutiny. Instead, his icy blue eye blinks open and glares back at you.

“Slade?” You're still dumbfounded, tugging your fingers to control your simmering temper. The only way you're going to be okay with any of this is if he gets on his damn knees and begs for your forgiveness. “What are you doing here?”

AKA: After things ended on bad terms, your former mentor forces his way back into your life, or more aptly; your bed.

The last time you’d seen Slade Wilson, it had ended badly. You’d looked up to him for such a long time. You didn’t have his drug-enhanced metagenes, but you had gumption, as he called it. He said he saw something in you, said you had potential that he could guide. As a young woman with something to prove and nothing to lose, you’d eaten it up. Getting drunk on his praise, on the power being his student gave you. He was often cruel, and demanding yes, what else would you expect from a 'Supervillain'? But ultimately everything he did to you; he did for your own good.

Working, training, and living together, things quickly blossomed beyond a mentorship. He was your master, yes. But he was also a sort of friend, your confidant, your lover or rather, your paramour. Basically, your everything. Which is why it hurt so much when things went sour. You never knew exactly what you’d done to incur his sudden and cutting rejection, just that he drove you out of his life as quickly as he’s whisked you into it.

Now he's in your bed, a hulking pile of muscles and scar tissue amongst your blankets. His unkempt white hair a halo around his ruggedly handsome face. You're pretty certain he's naked, and you wouldn't be surprised if you were right. He must have snuck in while you'd been at work. Baffled, you flick the light on, half convinced as you step closer that he's a mirage who will disappear under scrutiny. Instead, his icy blue eye blinks open and glares back at you.

“Slade?” You're still dumbfounded, tugging your fingers to control your simmering temper. The only way you're going to be okay with any of this is if he gets on his damn knees and begs for your forgiveness. “What are you doing here?”

“Dumb mistake. Got a semi dropped on my head.” He grunts, familiar voice thick with fatigue. “Needed someplace to sleep it off and you're the only person I know in the ass crack of nowhere.”

He shouldn't know where you live. When you'd left you hadn't told anyone where you were going, not even Wintergreen. Hell, you hadn't even known until you’d driven by the ‘FOR RENT’ sign.

You don't focus on that, however. If he knew where you were, he knew everything about where you were. “There's an inn 3 miles down the road.”

“Don't remember anything about an inn.”

“You have an eidetic memory.” Even if you’d had nothing to do with it, he always checks a map of any area he has a job in. “Bullshit, you didn't remember.”

“I didn't remember.” He repeats calmly, rolling over, baring his back to you. He's not concerned by your presence or your anger, and he's yet to even acknowledge your volatile disbandment. Typical, toxic, emotionally stunted old man. His indifference is both insulting and unsurprising to you. “Get in the bed or leave. Whatever you do, turn the fucking light off on your way.”

Your mouth hangs a gap for a solid minute. You could burst. Every vessel in your body is boiling. You're ready to give him a tongue lashing but words fail you, your capacity to form sentences obstructed by the rush of frenzied emotions. The nerve of this man. He owes you an apology and instead, he's wrapped up in your sheets as though he owns them and giving you fucking orders. What’s worse is that the coiling in your stomach stands to prove that you like it. You're not his plaything anymore, but your pussy still craves it. Craves him and his effortless authority. His get with me or get out of my way mentality.

You're not getting in the bed. You can't trust yourself, can't trust your body to lay beside him.

You should kick him out, but even healing from having every bone in his body shattered, Slade could and would kick your ass. So, you leave, slamming the door and neglecting the light switch as you do so.

That night you barely slept. Brain, body, cunt restless with thoughts of your ex-mentor. You fought the urge for hours, but eventually, you found sleep after touching yourself. Furiously fucking your fingers and rubbing your clit to climax, all the while biting your teeth into a sofa cushion to keep Slade from potentially catching wind of your arousal.

Predictably, he rears his head as soon as you begin cooking breakfast the following morning. His accelerated healing abilities clearly having done their job, Slade all but struts into your kitchen, naked as the day he was born but for a layer of moisture from helping himself to your shower. He had better not have used all your hot water.

“Smells good.” He offers, his eye blatantly trailing the length of your form. “You’ve gained weight, it suits you.”

It takes you a moment to poise yourself, but you refuse to allow him to fluster you. You will not look at his robust figure or the cock you’d spend the night dreaming of. You won’t even humour his nudity or his deadpan charm. You will not lose your composure under his gaze.

Even if he makes his reparations, you will spare him no pleasantries. You’d been doing just fine without him; you do not need him messing with your head. You do not need him, end of.

“I only made enough for me.” You inform him factually as you dish up your food. He seems slightly taken aback for a second before he heads for your fridge. Absentmindedly, you allow yourself a second to admire his toned ass as you begin eating, internally scolding yourself when you realise what you’re doing.

“You don’t have much food in here.” He complaints, considering a few containers of leftovers and a near-empty milk carton.

“I grocery shop on Fridays.” Tomorrow. “And I only shop for one.”

You’d meant that as a reminder that he doesn’t belong here, but you realise your mistake as he closes the fridge and turns to look at you with a raised brow and the hint of an upturned lip. “So, you’re not seeing anyone?”

“Well, no. Not right now but there have been others.” You hurry to amend his line of thought. Startled by your own disappointment when his expression doesn’t change. Either he doesn’t believe you, or he doesn’t care. In an attempt to wound his ego even slightly you hurriedly add; “I’ve moved on.”

“You’ve always been a good liar, sweetheart.” Internally you cringe at that awful name and what it used to do to you. What it’s still does to you. Your reaction is clearly noted, Slade all but snickers at your obvious discomfort and you make the mistake of looking at him for longer than a second, of locking eyes as he reminds you; “But you could never hide anything from me.”

Suddenly your food feels heavy, and unpleasant in your mouth. Warmth trickles through your body as he stares you down until you can’t bear it anymore.

“I have to get ready for work.” You push your plate across the counter toward him. Kicking yourself when you let go as you realise how you’d unintentionally conceded to what was no doubt an intentional power play. “Do us both a favour and be gone by the time I come home.”

He doesn’t answer, but you feel his eye burning into your backside as he watches you leave.

Not only is Slade not gone upon your return home that afternoon, but he’s taking up even more of your space. His gear is strewn about the living room, his busted armour half fixed and left on your coffee table. The kitchen is packed full of food, enough to have you concerned about how long exactly he plans to invade your home.

The man himself is sitting comfortably, legs wide on the wooden bench in your back garden. Seemingly enjoying the sunset as he works on a cigar. Your brain is glad to see he’d finally put some clothes on. Your clit is not.

Deep down you’d known he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. He wouldn’t be going anywhere until he was ready to, but you hadn’t prepared yourself for the reality. Again, you’re speechless, tapping your fingers on the door frame as you scour your brain for something scathing to say to him.

That train of thought is lost however, as you watch him take a particularly long drag of his cigar, lips growing dry at the sight of his jaw clenching and relaxing as he inhales and exhales the plume of smoke. For all his flaws, he sure is striking.

The trip to cloud nine is cut short as you watch him flicks his ash into your favourite coffee mug.

“When are you leaving?” You finally find your voice as you march over to him, standing between his legs and grabbing the mug from him.

“When my guy finds me a job worth doing.” He watches you, body unmoving, amusement evident. Now that you have the mug you’re not sure what to do with it, and that fact is obvious. “You gonna be a brat about it the whole time?”  

“Are you ever going to say sorry?”

“For what?” His eye narrows as he tilts his head back to look up at you. Really look at you. Your eyes do not leave each other as he reaches his hand forward, stubbing out his half-smoked cigar in your mug. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips before he continues. “For firing you as my ward? For calling you weak?”

“Yes.” Hearing it aloud again stings, but if the words must be repeated, you’re glad they’re coming from him. You doubt you’d be able to get them out without choking if he’d forced you to say it yourself.

“I meant what I said.” There isn’t a crumb of remorse in his tone, his face defiantly set in stone. In a moment of fury, you carelessly throw the ashy cup toward his face. He easily dodges, and you flinch when it smashes against the wall behind him.

“Fuck you.” The seams of your dress loudly pop as he locks a fist into the fabric, forcing you closer before you can make the dramatic exit you’d been itching for.

Slade has never been one for aftershave, citing how its strength could give away his position, but he has always smelled good, especially when the woodsy, smokiness of his cigars clings to him. Up close like this, it’s impossible not to notice.

“It might hurt you to hear it, but that doesn’t make it any less true.” For the first time since he’d forcibly inserted himself back into your life, the words you want are on the tip of your tongue, you’re ready to unleash hell but all that escapes is a sharp yelp as Slade tugs you once more, this time knocking you off balance so that you fall between his outstretched legs. You could fight him, but it would be pointless, he could beat you into submission when you were at the top of your game, god knows what he could do to you now. Yet your fingers unconsciously grab at his wrists regardless.

The concrete of your backporch is harsh on your exposed knees, you’re inches away from his bulge, which is incidentally tenting his dumb cargo shorts. The sick bastard has always gotten off on talking down to you. So had you, and your body remembers. Even when the rest of your body is thrumming with rage, the familiar humiliation of being on your knees for him sets off a fire in your core.

“You’re not meant for fighting.” He continues, easily brushing off your hands as you scratch helplessly at him. He pulls once more at your dress and the fabric finally begins to pull away from itself. He doesn’t expose you, not yet, teasing you with the reminder that he could strip you in seconds if he wanted to. “I let you think you were because it kept you close to me, made you eager for my approval. My malleable little toy to shape. The simple truth is that you’re too emotional, too brainless to do what I do. You’re ruled by your heart and your pussy.”

“You’re wrong.” Even you don’t sound certain of it.

“Am I?” The fingers of his left hand work dexterously quick at unfastening his shorts. Your skin grows hot as you try to contain your unwanted arousal. You want to look anywhere else but remain fixated as Slade takes out his member. It’s exactly how you remember; intimidating. As lengthy as your head and temptingly thick. Undoubtedly enlarged with the rest of his body when he’d undergone experimentation. “Alright, let’s make a bet.”

You swallow the overwhelming excess of saliva building in your mouth as he pushes it closer to you. Dangling it before your face like a carrot on a stick, a treat just out of reach. He pumps himself slowly, the motion causing it to jerk just close enough that you could lean forward and lick it if he wasn’t still holding you down.

“If you can sit and watch until I’m done without touching me, or yourself, I’ll leave.” His voice snaps you out of your trance, and your eyes flit past his dick to look at his smug face.

“And you’ll apologise.” You counter. “You’ll admit you were wrong.”

“I’ll admit I was wrong.” He says it like a punchline, fuelling your determination to prove yourself. “But if you so much as squeeze your thighs together, you’ll confess that you’re nothing more than a submissive little cock whore. My cock whore.”

“Fine. Inside.” Slade’s grip does not ease as you make to stand up, causing the top half of your dress to finally give, displaying the lacy bra you’d definitely not picked out this morning in case something like this happened.

“Here.” He commands, eye shamelessly roaming over your cleavage. “Keep your legs, and your mouth closed, you’ll have nothing to hide.”

Nothing to hide but the old man beating his meat in your backyard, but if he wants to expose himself, that’s his prerogative. Your neighbour Cheryl would just love to get her neighbourhood watch claws into this. Her husband Roy would love it too, for entirely different reasons.

“Fine.” You concede. He lets go, permitting you to settle back into position at his feet.

“See; you’re passive.” The ease with which you fell for his ploy has you sucking your teeth, glare fixated on his enticingly self-satisfied smirk. He leans forward, and instinctively you reel back, feeling foolish when he spits down onto his penis and relaxes back into the bench. The illicit sounds of his hand slapping against his wet cock are perversely tempting, but you know looking will make your clit ache so you remain focused on his face. “And wet I’d wager.”

A coy smile of your own slowly breaks across your face as an idea begins to twist in the back of your brain.

“Painfully.” The breathiness of your voice is completely unintentional but will hopefully work in your favour. “I’m drenched.”

You make of show of teasingly running your fingers down your stomach, right down to your knees, hooking the hem of your attire on the way back up, careful not to touch anything sensitive while giving him a good look at your matching panties. “Want to see?”

“Go on.” You don’t let the conviction in his manner shake your confidence. “Show me how just the sight of my cock gets you riled up.”

Without another word you lift your ruined frock over your head, never stopping to check your surroundings as you unclasp your bra, and finally wriggle out of your sodden underwear, discarding everything in a pile beside you. The logic behind your display being that if you put on a show for him, he’ll bust sooner rather than later. You know it’s working from the way his motions grow fast and sloppy as you reach down and spread your folds apart.

“Predictable.” He grunts, gesturing for you to come closer as he continues. “Bet you’ve been dripping from the moment you found me in your bed.”

“I heard you last night. Fucking yourself on your fingers after I disrespected you.” Shit. All your muscles begin to freeze in mortification at having been caught out, but Slade doesn’t let you stop for long. Long fingers spread across your head, nails grazing your scalp satisfyingly before he locks his grip in and yanks you nearer to his crotch. His voice is hushed, demanding as he goes on. “Would have fucked you myself if my bones weren’t dust. I would've pinned you down by your throat and made you take my dick over and over, and you would have loved every fucking second of it. Wouldn’t you, whore?”

To punctuate his point, and stall his inevitable release, Slade slaps his wood against your cheek, each time with more force, until you close your eyes, remembering, imaging how it would feel to be under his imposing form, his length stretching your walls, filling you in all the right places. He’s rapidly taking back control of the situation by filling your head with lewd visions. It’s enough to make your centre ache with want, to make you dig your nails into your palms, fighting the urge to give your needy clit what it wants.

“Do you know what I did instead?” He runs his head along your soft lips, and you have to bite your tongue to keep from licking it. “I did exactly what you did. Thought about how pretty and pathetic you’d look with your legs spread, split open on my cock, begging for me until I came all over your mattress.”

The picture he’s painting has you breathing out an unintentionally fervid moan. One that he appreciates, evidenced by the thick bed of pre-cum that spills from his tip and before you realise the ramifications of your actions, you stick your tongue out, keening aloud once more as you savour the overwhelming salty fluid.

When the realisation hits, you look to him with wide eyes. He stares back at you knowingly. He’s downright giddy as he relaxes his hand, caressing your face whilst gently bucking his hips into the entrance of your mouth. You both know there’s no point stopping, he’s already won.

Content to let you stew in your own defeat, he doesn’t demand you pay up straight away. Instead, he keeps languidly fucking your open mouth in long, teasing motions, never bothering to force his length down your throat. You’re certain he remembers how much you loved choking on it but doing that would distract you from your defeat. From the fact that you’re ‘his cock whore’.

“You’ll be wet when you clean it up too, am I right?” When you don’t reply he frowns at you. “No point clinging to your dignity now, pet. You already lost, might as well embrace it.”

Maybe it’s your libido doing the thinking but that seems like sound logic to you. With no further encouragement, you hollow your cheeks, leaning forward to take more of him into your mouth.

“That’s it, there you go.” His cruel laughter grows as you reach between your thighs, finally stimulating your aching bud. You're so wet its hard create any real friction but you press down nonetheless, rubbing in short, hard circles until you can't help practically humping your hand. “Good girl.”

Fuck. Your body sings at his praise, lids drooping as you keep working against his slow thrusts. Drool leaks from your lips, seeping down your chin as you begin to work him down your throat. Restraining your gag reflex as best you can by focusing on how gratifying it is to finally have him inside you once more.

“Do you want to taste my cum?” He asks, and despite instantly thinking yes, your answer is slowed by the ripple of pleasure that rolls through your body and makes your cunt throb at the thought.

“Yessshh, suurrr.” You slur around him.

“How badly do you want it?” He presses.

No point denying. “Scho bbbad, duu ashnythhimk.”

“Come on then.”

You whine as he unexpectedly jerks out of your mouth, strings of drool snapping and dripping down onto your naked tits as he stands. “Wh-ere?”

You can hardly string a word together whilst he grabs your arm and hoists you to your feet.

With no effort at all he puts you over his shoulder, taking you inside. Your already sex-dazed mind grows dizzy as your body bounces with each step. Once inside he stops briefly inside your kitchen, swinging your body back and forth as he looks around.

“You’ve been holding onto the things I said for all this time, but all you’ve done since then is prove me right.” The statement hurts, and what’s worse is that he’s right. Despite knowing this, your instinct is to lash out at him again. You launch a fist into his spine, knowing it will do nothing, but wanting to let out your anger anyway. You keep beating at his thick skin until you feel a sharp smack on your ass.

The slap reverberates through the room, but you refuse to cry out in pain, instead sucking on your lip to hold it back and pretending he wouldn't have felt your recoil.

“Thought you were a strong independent woman.” He keeps ranting, picking up his pace again. Marching up the stairs, two thick fingers easily sinking into your balmy cunt making you wince and whine as he pours salt into your wounds. “Thought you could take on the Titans, hell, the world because I said you could, but the moment you thought I’d stopped believing in you, you stopped believing in yourself.”

When he carries you into the bedroom, you’ve just enough time to notice how he’s made it up with the tight precision only a soldier could manage before you’re thrown onto it. Despite his verbal annihilation of your character, you sob at the sudden emptiness of your vagina, stretching your arms out, pathetically begging him to come close to you again.

You don’t have to wait long. As soon as his clothes are off he's on you. His immense body is overwhelming, assaulting all your senses as he climbs over you and crashes his lips onto yours.

He’s more than capable of kissing you gently but rarely does he kiss you like anything other than a man starved of affection. His strong hands hold your head in place as his tongue delves into your mouth, all the while grinding his hard-on against your slick centre.

“I own this.” He growls, pulling away and pressing two fingers against your forehead to emphasise his point. The same two fingers that had been knuckle deep in your soppy entrance only moments earlier.

“And I own this.” He dips his fingers between your lips, rubbing the remnants of your moisture against your tongue.

“And this.” Groping and squeezing every inch of your body as he goes on. Your tits, your ass, you cunt. All of it, his. “I own you.”

“Yes.” You agree, feebly trying to paw back at him, having your wrists smacked every time you get in his way.

“What are you?” Time to face the music. By now you’re too lost in subspace, too eager to please, to be fucked, to care about your embarrassment.

“I’m ruled by my pussy.” It’s so hard to recall his exact words. “I’m yours. Your submissive, slutty toy.”

“Close enough.” He rewards you with another heated kiss. Releasing his own sinful hisses into your mouth when you roll your hips against his shaft just right. “Do you still want to taste my cum?”

You want far more than that, you’d hoped when he brought you up here that he’d fuck you, but you’ll take whatever he gives you.

“Yes! Please Slade, please I want your hot load in my mouth.”

“Hot?” He muses with a sadistic leer. “Who said you’d earned it fresh?”

You’ve no time to process the words, to express your confusion before he’s manhandling you, rolling you into your knees as he strips back the comforter. His intentions finally click as your eyes fall upon the hardened, dried stain he’d left the previous night.

“I’m going to fuck your tight little hole while you clean my cum up with that nasty mouth of yours. Every time you stop, I stop. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” This isn’t the grossest thing he’s had you do for him, not even close. Maybe it’s the deep-seated need to please him that you’ve finally let loose, or maybe if your desperation to feel his cock deep inside once more, but you actually find it exciting. You don’t hesitate, diving tongue first, noisily lapping at the soiled sheets. You have to slobber all over it before it's soft enough to really taste.

“Good, good girl.” Slade coos, and your clit fucking throbs. He isn’t gentle as he manoeuvres your body, roughly bending and grabbing you until you’re in his desired position. Face down, ass up, legs together. He intends to make sure you feel every inch of him as he works you open, and that he does; slowly diving every inch of his substantial length in one unwavering plunge.

“That’s it, pet. You can take it.” He talks over your cries. It’s sweet agony, taking him with so little prep, but you know better than to complain about the pain. “You. Can. Fucking. Take. All. Of. It.”

“There you go.” He grunts when he bottoms out, the head of his dick pushed bruising against your cervix. “Doesn’t that feel right? Having your pussy filled up by your master?”

You’re not my master anymore, you want retort but he’s giving you what you want. If he stops now, if he decides to punish your cheek instead of fucking you, you might never recover.

The noise that leaves your lips instead is supposed to be some form of ‘yes’, but barely sounds human, making Slade chuckle approvingly before he starts snapping his hips into you. Beyond those few seconds of communication, he takes no mercy on you, allows you no time to adjust to him. He fucks the way he fights, with force and precision. Thrusting into you with so much intensity your thighs and ass are sure to wind up bruised.

Wet, slapping sounds bounce throughout the room, drowned out only when you sob at the stimulation, or when Slade reminds you of what a filthy whore you are for him.

“Which is drooling more I wonder, your mouth or your cunt?” You wail when he yanks you upright by the scruff of your neck, holding you against his chest by harshly gripping your tits once he has you where he wants you. Unconsciously you fight, distraught that he might stop pounding into you now that your mouth is no longer licking up his day-old release.

“Stop struggling.” The ire in his voice goes straight to your clit, making you freeze instantly. “Silly little cum slut. Behave and I’ll reward you with the real thing. Would you like that?”  

“Yes, God yes, pleas-” Your skin crunches sickly under the pressure of his teeth biting hard into your nape, but it only stops you for a second. Each word out of your mouth escapes in breathy pants between each jolt of Slade hammering into you. “Just want your cum, sir. Please.”

“Then take it.” He orders, letting you go and pulling out. He doesn’t leave you wondering for long, quickly settling back on the bed, seated against the headboard, hands confidently cupping the back of his head as he awaits your next move. “Make me cum.”

Compliant, you hastily scramble onto him and slide down into his shaft. It’s not long before his hands are on you again, squeezing and twisting your nipples, eating every strangled whimper you feed into his mouth. When he’s not sucking dark, swelling marks into your skin that is.  

Anytime you show signs of slowing, unable to keep up with his infinite stamina, he slaps your ass and tells you to “keep going, make me proud” or “giddy up” like you’re a goddamned horse, but you’re too blissed out to care about his subtle taunts.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart.” You know he’s close when he lets his head roll back against the pillows, eyes closed as he chases his orgasm, the sight has you close as well. With new, raw motivation you rut wildly on him, using his sturdy shoulders as support for your frenzied riding.

“Fuck, Slade, sir, I’m so close.” Thighs burning, you push yourself to keep going until you’re on the brink, eyes glazing as you fast approach your climax.

“No-!” Your sternum tightens from the shock and force of Slade’s hand striking your chest, throwing you back onto the bed. If your pussy could scream at its sudden emptiness, it would. Slade towers over you, a knee jammed into your guts as he drains his cock from above you. Ropes of pale white cum rain down onto your heaving chest and your burning face. Drops fall into your open mouth, causing you to sputter as they hit the back of your throat.

Tears of frustration well up in your eyes, spilling down your face.

“Shh, don’t cry pet.” Despite his soothing expression, his levity is evident. “You got my seed, it’s all over you. You said that’s all you wanted, isn’t that right?”

He’s twisting your words, using the pleas and promises you’d made in the heat of the moment against you.

“Yes, sir.” Despite your agreement, you can’t help pursing your lips and balling your hands into tight fists.

“Don’t pout.” He chides, climbing over your slackened form, his goatee tickling you as he nips and sucks his way up your chest, along your collar before finally murmuring against your ear. “We’re not done yet. I might allow you to finish yet.”

And that he does, eventually. Once he’s spent the night defiling and filling every corner and crevice of your body. Once you’re marked and spent and begging for release. He makes you cum over and over, until you eat your words and promise him anything to stop. He uses your body until you have nothing left to give and doesn’t stop once you’ve blacked out from exhaustion and overstimulation.

You sleep well into the late morning. Body sore and sticky in ways and places you hadn’t felt in a long time. With a strained groan, you roll over to lament to Slade, to seek a smidgen of comfort from him but find the bed empty. Your legs wobble with every step once you muster the strength to search for him. Each step down the stairs makes you feel like Bambi. If last night hadn't been proof enough, your pitifully broken body this morning proves you're not in the shape you used to be.

On the ground floor you deliberately ignore the Livingroom’s newfound organisation, the go bag neatly packed and waiting by the door, in favour of following the smell of fresh coffee.

In the kitchen, Slade is fully dressed, sleeves rolled up while he washes the dishes. There are pancakes plated up on the breakfast bar which you ignore, planning on pulling him in for an embrace, but when he doesn’t acknowledge your arrival, you hesitate.

“Good morning.” Your voice cracks from sleep during your tentative greeting.

“Morning.” He replies cooly as he finishes the last plate and dries his hands on a dish rag, not once looking at you. “Coffee?”

At no point since his arrival had their been promises or even so much as a discussion on wether something could be rekindled between you, but after last night it doesn't seem to much to want some sort of closure at the very least.

“Please.” Again, he doesn’t look at you as he prepares your drink. You’re not sure where to go from here, so you speak your mind.

“Last night you said, ‘I thought you stopped believing in me’, is that because you never believed in me?” His movements slow, but he makes no attempt to confirm or interject so you carry on. “Or because you just wanted me to think you didn’t believe in me.”

You’re whatever-you-are-ship has long past small talk anyway.

“I said what I said, derive what you want from it.” Expecting more of an answer from him would be unwise, you level with yourself. Despite his expert penchant for manipulation, even on his best days, Slade is not great with emotions that aren't anger, indifference, or arousal. It's not that he doesn't understand them, so much as he doesn't know how to express them in a non-confrontational manner.

The coffee mug makes a clinking sound as he places it on the count beside you, but you don’t look over to it or pick it up, instead, you're focused on watching him, willing him to look back at you but when his eye finally fixes on your naked frame, you don’t get the rush you were hoping for.

“Look, I have a job.” Of course he does. “It’s imminent. I only waited this long to say goodbye.”

There’s a whole host of legality and safety reasons why he doesn’t give you any more information. For your own sake, it’s better that you don’t know, especially now that you’re out. You don’t pry, but you can't help asking; “Are you coming back?”

Sometimes silence speaks a thousand words, but not this time. Slade spares you a brief frown as he leaves the room, and you follow behind him, hating how he has you chasing him like a lost puppy after being back in your life for less than 48 hours. Had you stuck to your guns and kept him at arm’s length, would this still be happening? You don’t know, you just know that this somehow feels worse than the last time you parted ways.

“Some lady named Cheryl stopped by while you were sleeping. Said she wanted to talk with you before the next block meeting.” Fucking Cheryl. The realisation of the likely subject takes a moment to settle in. Oh fuck, Cheryl. You want to feel shame, but your heavy heart is distracted by Slade’s obvious deflection. “She seemed… difficult. What’s that about?”

“Just go.” You shrug, feeling like a petulant child as you watch him toss the bag over his shoulder. It’s difficult to have to start rebuilding that wall again so soon, but you steel yourself as he lingers in your door frame, forcing yourself not to get your hopes up as he looks back at you with a rare soft look.

“I- Drink your coffee before it goes cold.” Is the last thing he says to you before he walks out of your life. Perhaps this is his revenge for your walking out on him, but then, you hadn’t really left of your own accord. He’s unambiguously pushed you out.

The coffee almost certainly goes cold, you spend a long time standing in the same spot, watching the door, weighing your options and emotions. At some point you hear footsteps outside and dumbly allow yourself to believe he’d come back, only to be devastated when its just someone, probably Roy, posting a flyer through your letter box.

Eventually, you drag yourself back to the kitchen, intent to distract yourself by cleaning up. That’s when you finally spot it. When he’d had the time to fix it you don’t know but on the counter sits your favourite mug, scratched and chipped, certainly not what it was, but purposefully bonded back together with glue.

[studyblri]

🐈‍⬛️༉‧˚｡🎓𖤐₊˖°. a lil update ₊ෆ🍙⋆🫧‹𝟹🎧⋆˚✧˖

⊹ I'm done with my last internship!! which means im no longer a student, but now unemployed :DD

⊹ I went to a wedding for the first time in about 7 or 8 years, i think. it was lively! (I took the middle-left picture there.)

⊹ I (unintentionally) lost weight. Around 7-8 kilos since may. i mean, i needed to lose weight and I still do, but the fact that it happened without dieting makes me happy :)

⊹ I’m visiting Germany in September!! I’m sooo excited because the only time i’ve been abroad was for just 4 days, but this time i’ll be there for almost a month!! i’m trying to stay calm, but i’m seriously so excited!!!

⊹ I need a series to binge!! i officially don’t have school starting tomorrow!! it’s impossible to believe lol. i need some dramas to watch… please suggest some ;)) (i also love true crime docuseries!)

⊹ i still have some things to do, though—like graduation and internship paperwork. It’s just paperwork, but the deadlines are important, and there’s a lot of it. So, I still need to focus and get things done. (boo hoo)

⊹ College is over, but I still need to study for language proficiency and master's exams in November. I'll be updating this blog more frequently from now on!!

⊹ I'm starting therapy this month, and this time I'm determined to go through with it. i know it's a bit ironic, being a psychology grad and being scared of therapy :) But i never knew where to start or how to openly face the challenges. Sharing everything with a stranger also feels uneasy :) I still don't feel fully ready for it, but I've decided to cross that bridge when I come to it. I just need to take that first step,,

TL;DR

I’ve closed a chapter in my life now, and I’m already excited for the next phase—my master’s journey. For this summer, I had so many plans, but I couldn’t find the time for most of them :( Now, I’ll focus on relaxing while also staying productive over the next two months. I don’t want to push myself too hard, though, because I haven’t had a vacation longer than one month since 2020!

╰┈➤‎ ‧ ₊ ˚ ✧ [ ♡٭* 🎧💿༘ ⋆๋࣭ ] ✧ ˚ ₊ ‧

For the past two weeks, I’ve been listening to just this album. Thanks to Google’s algorithm, the moment I started listening, my YouTube recommendations were flooded with analysis videos about Tyler, the Creator and IGOR :) He’s truly an amazing artist, and although I don’t have enough knowledge to praise him thoroughly, I can definitely appreciate how impressive this masterpiece is. You’ve probably heard it before, but I hope you’ll click and listen to it from start to finish again when you see this post!

bye!

[oops-all-concrete]

Hi! I have a request for bg3 head-cannons. These entail Tav not being able to read and the group all separately trying to teach them how to. (I feel like gale would be the master at this). Thank you!❤️

Aw, I love this ask!! Thank you for the request, this is genuinely so sweet and is spawning like a million ideas in my head. (I have a Tav I always imagine being illiterate)

BG3 companions react to; Tav not knowing how to read!

No content warnings, just fluff and sweetness for the most part. Potentially minor spoilers for certain characters? But nothing major/important.

Lae'zel -

She's a little surprised, given how old Tav is. She knew how to read Tir'Su slate by age 6. Knew how to read and write common by 8. Learned a few other languages by 12. For Tav to not know their own language in writing is concerning. She wouldn't have the patience to teach them, but she would go out of her way to read out signs and plaques to Tav. They need to get by somehow and she's at least got the patience for that.

Shadowheart -

"Oh? Was this not a necessary skill where you grew up?" She's quite open minded. She understands not all societies have a lean on literacy, as much as she couldn't imagine living like that. She asks if they'd like to know and reads to them in the evenings. She only has some chappy romance novels and crime fiction, but she likes the books, so she's happy to read to them. It's a slow process, but she's patient.

Wyll -

He's stunned. He knows there's plenty of people who simply can't obtain the skill due to a number of reasons, dyslexia, bad vision, blindness entirely, but Tav should know if they can learn. He's quick to get as much reading material as he can find and invite Tav to little lessons. He's a wonderful teacher, praises every new word, applauds the reading of a sentence and smiles every time Tav reads something on their own during an adventure.

Karlach -

She's the least bothered. A little surprised, but not judging. "Eh, I can't ride any mounts or hold my breath for more than 20 seconds at a time. I've lived, so will you" She shrugs it off so easy. She does however keep that information to herself if she's the only one Tav has told. It's not worth judging, she refuses to look down on anyone for it, but she worries Gale, Astarion or Lae'zel will be critical and perhaps even mean about it? And Tav doesn't need that. Mama K's got you.

Gale -

He's not critical, but he is interested. Gale might have a bit of an ego and thinks the world of his skills, but his mother wouldn't let him leave the house if he thought less of others for not having skills. He does offer to teach, but he asks in a very particular way. "I'd be happy to teach you, should you wish to learn. It's fine if you don't though. Just tap me and point and I'll translate for you" He says, calm and even. Deep down, he is concerned, but stays level headed. Tav deserves that much.

Astarion -

"What, did your folks just get lazy? Ugh, what swine." He's offended on Tavs behalf. He thinks it's atrocious they don't have such a basic and essential skill and can't believe whoever/wherever Tav was brought up just didn't help them. So naturally, he pulls out some of his own reading material and finds some easier things during travel if he can. He'll be damned if he's going to let them sit there and not know what a warning sign is.

Bonus! The elder folks 💕

Halsin -

"Ah, you need not be ashamed. Nature never intended writing, as helpful as it can be." He smiles. He's happy to teach, but doesn't mind if Tav has no desire to learn. He thinks it would be helpful, but otherwise thinks nothing of it. He will read things if asked without question, but makes no other comments.

Jaheira -

"Cub, as long as you can remember what I say and know how to say what you're saying, I couldn't care less...but if you want to learn, you can always tell me or Halsin...or the wizard, Gale. They'd be happy to teach I'm sure" She just shrugs and keeps moving.

Minsc -

"Warriors have no need for words anyhow, my friend! We can just speak with our hands and feet...in combat!" With some encouraging squeaks from Boo.

[leonskittybunwriting]

Forever (Leon Kennedy)

 

Warnings: zombie apocalypse, bear hybrid leon x bunny fem reader. Angst/comfort 

 

Part 1

 

A/N: I don't own resident evil characters, and I don't own resident evil!

Leon's bear ears twitch as his combat boots hit the muddy ground below him as he walks through the forest, his shotgun on his back and his handgun in his gun holder. 

 

His knife is hiding in his combat boot, and his machete is in his hand. 

 

He carries a bag on his shoulder. 

 

He continues to walk to his hiding place, which was a treehouse that he had built prior to the world ending. 

 

He wasn't alone; he had you. You were slightly younger than him, in your 20s, while he was in his 40s. 

 

He was surprised that you two get along because you're a bunny hybrid and he's a bear hybrid. 

 

He had found you in a small store just a few miles back about a week ago, so the both of you are still getting to know each other. 

 

He pauses for a second once he gets under the treehouse before climbing up the tree and climbing in through the window. 

 

He sees you sit up and wiggle your nose before sniffling at him. 

 

He sees you relax and give him a relieved smile. 

 

“I'm so happy that you came back safe and sound.” You whisper softly before standing up from your small nest pile and walking over to him and wrapping your arms around Leon, hugging his head. 

 

Leon smiles and hugs you by wrapping his arms around your waist and gently rubbing large curves you have. 

 

"Well, aren't you affectionate today?” Leon says softly, even though he shouldn't make any comments about the affection you're giving him. 

 

When he first meant you, he was so grumpy that even though he brought you back, he basically ignored you for the first week unless both of you were hungry. 

 

You nuzzle him gently some more and whisper, “I just need your touch; I need something to ground me today.” 

 

Leon understands that feeling all too well, and he whispers, “I can do that, sweetheart.” 

 

You smile and kiss his cheek gently, her bunny tail wagging a little, and her floppy ears move a little from the small movement she made. 

 

Leon's tail twitches from the kiss, and he buries his face into the crook of her neck, holding her close. 

 

Hybrids need physical contact with each other, not all the time but most of the time. 

 

As Leon holds you, he freezes when he hears a snarl from down below. 

 

You whimper softly as you tighten your grip on Leon and watch as he opens a small door he made in the bottom of the treehouse to see a stumbling zombie walking, and he grabs a slingshot and hands it to you. 

 

You bite your lip nervously as you put a sharp rock into the slingshot before taking aim before letting go, which causes the sharp rock to fling into the zombies head. Killing it immediately. 

 

“Good job.” Leon praises before speaking again. “After you master the slingshot, I'll teach you the bow and arrows.” 

 

You nod with a blush. You had asked him to teach you how to fight when he asked you what weapon you wanted to use. You had said bow and arrow, and he said we'll start with the slingshot first, and after you master it, I'll teach you the bow and arrow. 

 

When you had asked why not just teach you the bow and arrow, he had answered because a slingshot is small and can be hidden on you with a bow. 

 

You understood in that moment what he meant—Zombies weren't the only enemies.

 

Few weeks later

 

Over the past few weeks. 

 

You and Leon had gotten much closer; you both cuddled at night and played with each other's hair on a lazy day. 

 

He had also been teaching you bow and arrow after you mastered the slingshot. 

 

“Leon?” You ask softly as you play with your floppy bunny ears. 

 

Leon hums softly as he sharpens his machete. 

 

“How would you feel about us becoming mates?” You ask nervously. 

 

Leon pauses his movements and looks at you in shock before asking, “You wanna be my mate?” 

 

You nod with a blush. 

 

Leon licks his lips gently before standing up and walking over to you, and he whispers, “I would like that very much.” 

 

You look at him in shock before smiling and wrapping your arms around his neck and whispering softly, “I'm glad.” 

 

Leon licks his canine teeth before sinking his teeth into your neck, marking you forever. 

 

You let out a whimper, holding onto him tightly before sinking your own teeth into him, marking him forever. 

[sleepyboywrites]

Kinktober Day 3: Roleplay| Tickling| Pet Play - Brian/Hoodie xGN! Reader

Heyyy sorry I fell behind already I worked late these past two days and didn't have enough free time to write unfortunately ; - ;

But hey better late than never and it's still early enough for me to catch up! I have hope still lmao

Cw: daddy kink, infantilization, pet play, praise kink, corruption kink? If you squint

~1,032 words

Brian adores pretty innocent little things, little pups like you, in your colorful little cage filled with stuffed animals and pillows and blankets. All sweet and soft and well trained. Waiting so sweetly for him to return, relying on him for everything. You're just too innocent, just a little dumb puppy, you can't do anything for yourself. You're both quite happy with the little fantasy the two of you live in. Where he takes care of you and you take care of him. He acts as your master and owner and you as his sweet little pet, and of course at your core you both know that you're human, obviously or half your relationship would be nonexistent, and you can take care of yourself but you let him take care of you because it's nice to be so deeply cared for.

He dresses you and bathes you, brings you food and cuddles. Keeps your toys charged and your cage comfortable when he locks you up for the day while he's away. He grants your every wish and takes care of every need, whether that be needs or ‘needs’. With how he's clinging to you and venting about his day you can tell he'd appreciate a little extra helpings of affection, and like the sweet well trained pet, you'd be happy to provide it as you roll your position to lay on your back with him on top of you and kiss his cheek.

“Lover, you weren't listening, were you?” He growls playfully, gently nipping your neck as he tickles your sides, getting you to yelp and giggle, pressing yourself closer instead of pulling away despite the less than ideal course of actions taking place.

“I was! Promise! You had a rough day and and-” You were cut off by your own laughter as he continues to tickle your sides. “Stop! not there!”

“Would you prefer I tickle you from the inside, pup?” he'd retort teasingly against your neck. Fingers gently brushing against your sides. Ghosting kisses where he spoke and pressing himself to you slightly more firmly. “Hm?”

“mmmaybeee~” You’d reply sweetly pressing against him just as he did, wiggling a bit under him, and he shifts to pin you to the bed.

“Oh?” He asks, scanning your face and when you blush and nod, he'd smirk. “Oh. My puppy has an itch only daddy can scratch, hmm? As you wish, lover.” he'd reply, gently removing your clothes, trailing kisses wherever he went, and whispering praise against your skin about how sweet and good you are for him in every way. Admiring your body and kissing back up to your lips as you moan quietly beneath him in gasps and whimpers.

You'd whine as he pulled away and he hushed you softly. “Baby, I'm just taking off my clothes I'll be back in a second” he'd coo softly as he leans back and, far too slowly for your liking as you lay cold on the bed, he strips off his clothes. He then holds your body against his and kisses your lips. Softly sweet and full of love as you cling to him almost like you couldn't live without him. Like his warmth, love, and affection is all you've ever wanted.

“You want me inside, don't you baby?” He asks against your lips and when you eagerly nod he begins to pull away again, just far enough to angle and slide himself inside, the two of you flush together, perfectly fitted like a puzzle piece. He presses deep leaving you feeling wonderfully full, his hips gently rutting into you at a pace and speed that makes the both of you feel nothing less than wonderful, to him it's like an art he's perfected, making the two of you melt together to his heart's content. “Can you keep count baby? Keep count for daddy?”

“Is it okay if I lose count?” You'd ask through pants and whines he presses your bodies together, hands combing through your hair as he continues grinding into you.

“Oh pup , you know as long as you do your best, I'm very proud of you. I love you, my precious little pet. You know that, don't you, sweetness? And Daddy's right here to help you baby~”

“Yes, daddy. I'll try, I love you too.” you writhe and moan beneath him the two of you melting together as he begins to paint your insides.

“Atta pet, one.” he purrs, burrowing as deep as he could and biting into your neck, grinding his hips so deliciously against your most sensitive spot, causing you to melt again almost instantaneously “Two? Already, baby?” He pants into your ear, another string escapes him to paint and fill you too, as you melt in pleasure again. “Poor thing, you missed me. I can tell, poor baby needs daddy so much, hmm. Let's see if daddy can make you all happy and satisfied and full.” Brian continues, breath hot against your neck, and voice gravelly. Grinding into you and thrusting at a pace that makes you nearly white out seeing stars. To make you moan yourself hoarse and a couple times after. Bringing you over the edge in pleasure over and over and over again until his own releases are dry, tears of pleasure have dried to your face, and he's dripping from you.

At this point he carries you to the bathroom, and begins to draw you both a bubble bath.

“You did so so well for me lover” he praises you as the two of you sit in the tub. Him gently washing your hair, massaging your scalp and kissing your shoulders with nothing but love and devotion. “I love you, pet”

“I love you too, daddy” You'd reply looking up at him oh-so sweetly.

“I love you more, more than anything” He replied softly as he rinses your hair and begins to wash your arms.

“I love you more than anything too, Daddy!” You retort playfully and he leans down to kiss your forehead

“Little one, I love you most, no doubts. No buts.” He playfully growls, pulling you to rest against his chest and kissing all over your face as you giggle.

[vampcubus]

Ashi, my darling do u think izuku is a bratty sub or a obedient sub.. or both.. 👀

HI LARA!! more than happy to share my thoughts on this since he's been running laps in my mind. i got carried awayyyyy. i need to write a proper brat taming fic for him ong.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!izuku, dom!fem!reader, master kink.

I'd say Izuku defaults as an obedient sub, especially during your first few sexual encounters.

He's desperate to please, and frankly likes to be bossed around in the bedroom. There's very little he wouldn't do just to hear you praise him for a job well done – and he always does his very best, serving you enthusiastically, tongue, hands, and cock just toys for you to use as far as he's concerned. He's pliant and submits easily, taking all that you give – or decide to withhold until he's earned it. Earning pleasure is very fulfilling for him, and an edged orgasm always feels more satisfying.

That said, he gets brattier as time passes and he gets more comfortable with your dynamic. He gets greedy, lapping up your praise and gentle touches like he needs them to live, only to plead for more of it in his next breath. He's always so quick to beg before you've hardly even started.

"Be patient, puppy," you'd urge, and he'd only whine and writhe harder, hips bucking into your open palm as it teases over the flushed head. "Are you listening?"

"But I want more. please, I need more," he insists, eyes half-lidded and glossy as he watches you play with his cock. You spare him only two fingers, stroking just below the head ever so softly. His head falls back onto the bed, hips lifting up, seeking more friction. He needs a firmer grip, a faster pace, but you only push his hips back down, pinning them there with a displeased grunt.

"You'll take what I give you, or you'll get nothing, understand?" You assert, letting his dick slap back against his tummy despite his whiny protests. "You wanna make your master happy, don't you?

"I want you to fuck me," Izuku huffs, brows pinched in frustration. He reaches a hand for his cock, and you slap it away instantly. "You're being so mean."

"I wouldn't have to be if you weren't such a whiny brat," you sigh, climbing on top of him, capturing both wrists and pinning them on either side of his head. He gasps as you sit on his cock but otherwise leave him to twitch pathetically against your clothed cunt, he can feel how warm you are and it makes him moan shakily. "Are you gonna keep your hands to yourself like a good boy, or do I have to cuff you?"

"No, please don't do that! i'll be good now. 'm sorry, please touch my cock again, master," he pleads, arms going limp in your firm hold to indicate his promised compliance. "Please I- mmf!"

His incessant begging is silenced when you pull down your panties, ball them up, and stuff them in his mouth.

"That's better. Now let's try again, shall we?" You hum, satisfied with his muffled whimpering.

There are times Izuku would obey you without question, prepared to kneel and worship the ground you walk on without a second thought. Other times he can't help but challenge you, can't help but test your patience, to make you work for his submission. Ultimately yes, he wants you to have your way with him, but sometimes he just can't stop the bratty phrase "Make me." from slipping out when you tell him what to do.

Sometimes he gets that determined glimmer in his eye and he misbehaves just to see how you react, a satisfied grin pulling at his lips when you flounder at his audacity. He'll move when you tell him to be still, moan out when you tell him to be quiet, and egg you on just to see you snap and put him in his place.

You're his Master, and he wants you to remind him why. To prove it. Izuku getting pinned down and railed into compliance is an absolute win for him.

[rea-grimm]

Weapon Lucifer

You lived in a small village that had recently been plagued by demons and other monsters from the nearby forest.

All Masters, weapons and even normal people were fighting for their lives. Every day the population of the village decreased and some people sided with the demons.

Even your weapon left you and joined the other side. It wasn't your right weapon, but it still hurt you.

At this rate, the village was in danger of not seeing another dawn. You therefore decided to seek help from Lucifer, who lived on a hill near the village.

You knew that he belonged to the Seven Legendary Demonic Weapons and that with its power you would be able to defeat the demons. You weren't sure he would help you though.

You left early in the morning and made it to his estate. You found Lucifer in the vast hall, sitting on a throne at a table with papers, looking at you bored.

“You must be brave enough or stupid enough to ask me for help,” he said, measuring you with his eyes.

“Please, I'll do anything! " you insisted. You didn't want your home to fall like a house of cards.

"Anything?" he asked you with a smug smile, surveying you once more before finally agreeing. It took you a bit by surprise, but you were happy.

Together you made your way to the village and stopped on a hill where you could see the fight.

“I hope you know how to handle weapons,” he said before he changed into a weapon before you could respond in any way. You grabbed him and felt a wave of power go through you.

You felt like you could conquer the whole world with him. Lucifer was a rapier that felt like it was made for your hand.

With Lucifer as your weapon, you charged at the demons. You had no idea how, but fighting them suddenly became a lot easier. Although it was a long fight, but without losses on your side.

In the end, you easily won the fight and none of the demons were able to escape. You beat them all in one with Lucifer. In addition, Lucifer devoured their souls during the fights and his attacks were all the more deadly.

As soon as the battle was over, Lucifer changed back into his human form and praised himself for a job well done.

"I'm actually pleasantly surprised and that doesn't happen very often," he turned to you and took your tattooed hand. “stay with me, my little Master,” he said, sounding more like an order.

It sounded tempting to stick with your weapon. You didn't need to see your tattoo to know it was him. It felt like the first time you held him like a weapon. Despite that, you rejected him. You wanted to stay in the village and help fix it.

“I don't think you understand that you don't have a choice,” he said, slightly increasing his grip on your hand. His mouth may have been smiling, but his eyes gave you chills.

"But we didn't agree," you tried to argue.

“You said you'd do anything if I help you,” and his smile widened. You knew he was right. You really promised him.

“You may be my true master, but I'm in charge here,” he said sternly before releasing his grip on your wrist where you should have known the red prints of his fingers.

"However, I will allow you to say goodbye. If you don't show up at my estate by tomorrow, it won't bode well for your village,” he whispered to you.

"I'm sure you won't let me down, little Master," he smiled softly before making his way home.

During the time he gave you, you said goodbye to the people of the village and made your way to his estate. You hoped that later they would allow you to return to the village once in a while.

Lucifer was already expecting you and was glad that you came voluntarily. He took your tattooed wrist and pulled you slightly closer to him.

“You made a good choice my little Master,” he said before kissing you on the tattoo that had changed since the battle with the demons that represented the fact that you were Lucifer's Master and he was your weapon.

Originally you only had a gray rapier there, which was now black and red, a blue rose bloomed around its hilt and a golden peacock feather was under the rapier. But neither of you had to look at it because you both felt it when you first grabbed him as a weapon.

You thought that based on his original behavior you would each have your own room, but Lucifer surprised you on the first night by telling you that from now on you would be sleeping together in the same bed.

You were a little afraid that he would take advantage of it, but eventually, the stone fell from your heart. He caressed your cheek before pulling you in for a kiss and when you pulled away he kept you in his arms.

Lucifer was quite strict when it came to training since you were his Master and you weren't allowed to make a single mistake. He wanted you to learn how to fence properly so he could be proud of you.

However, he then repaid you in the form of small gestures when he courted you. Slowly but surely you fell for him.

Obey me! Masterlist

[romanarose]

Words of Affirmation with the Triple Frontier Boys

Triple Frontier Master List

Acts of Service Physical Touch Quality Time

Summary: Thoughts on the Triple Frontier boys expressing their love for you through words of affirmation, and you giving love in return.

Warning: Smut, dirty talk, praise kink, mild degradation (it's santi what can I say), some basic stuff like self doubt, insecurity etc. If I ever miss anything lmk!!! Thank you to my love @welcometostayingawake for helping me with this, and for always talking Leather and Lace with me! A lot of thee are influenced by my personal HC's in the Leather and Lace universe. One of these days I'll do a LaL love languages post, all the guys and then Laci and Jana, then do Lorelei (Will's girlfriend) and Cameron (Benny's boyfriend) as they join our story.

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Will Miller

William John Miller is a quiet man; drastic contrast to his brother, but you love him dearly for it. He is your peace, a rock in the storm. Will prefers to let you do most of the talking. He'll listen about your day, and pay very close attention to your friend drama (how does he keep track of three different people named Grace? You'll never know). But don't confuse this for thinking he doesn't tell you how much he loves you. He may not be the best with words, but he never forgets to remind you how pretty he thinks you are. Will is very, very observant, this comes from how he grew up; needing to keep an eye on his dad's behaviors to prevent an outburst, and having to monitor Ben, keeping him from spiraling, but in the safety he felt in you, he used these skills in his favor. Will always noticed when something changed.

"Oh I like what you did with your make up today, did you get a new make up pallet?" "Is this a new dress? It looks great" "I love how you made this sauce, you added extra mushrooms, you remembered my favorite!" * Will isn't the most vocal in bed. He's not quiet, he always lets you know how apricated you are: appreciative moans, muttering about how beautiful you are, and soft praises about how good you are for him as he takes care of you after sex. You begin to notice how much the sounds you make and words you say spur him on. He holds his breath as you speak, you can hear a rumble in his chest when you moan. He likes to know how good he makes you feel.

"Just like that baby, perfect, you know my body so well" "Always make me feel so good, always make me feel safe" "Do whatever you want to me, I trust you, I trust you to take care of me always, sweetheart"

Santiago Garcia

Santiago Garcia will not shut the fuck up in bed. It would be annoying if he wasn't so goddamn good at it, sometimes you think you can come just from him speaking to you. And when he speaks in Spanish?!?! It doesn't even matter if you can understand him, although you know some key phrases and terms of endearment, oh my god, so many terms of endearment. His hands match his words, touching, touching, touching as he murmurs appreciation, his words interrupted by his devouring of your skin. He's frantic, as if he's afraid if he ever stops, you'll leave. He directs you, praises you, orders you along, knowing exactly what you need to hear, when to call you a needy slut, when to call you his perfect girl.

"God, you take my cock so well, so fucking good, mi amor" "Little whore needs my cock in her at all times? Hm? That's okay, I'm happy to fill you up just the way you like, you feel so perfect" "That's it, come for me, you look so pretty like this, so fucking wrecked" * He doesn't know how to stay. Santiago is completely unsure what it looks like in a long-term relationship, in domesticity. But at his heart, his grumpy old man heart, Santi is a caretaker. You notice how he lights up when you thank him, when you compliment the food he makes, and it's not that he likes when you're sick, he doesn't like when you feel bad, but he absolutely relishes in the chance to take care of you. Santi likes to know the small things he does don't go unnoticed, and you never hesitate to tell him, making sure he knows he's absolutely doing things right.

"Thank you for getting the groceries today, Santi, you even remembered everything I asked for!" "I love when you spend time with my siblings and cousins, it makes me happy that you want to get to know the people I love." "I appreciate that you always change the oil on my car and do maintenance, it's nice not to have to worry about it, takes a lot off my mind"

Francisco Morales

Throughout Frankie's life, he didn't have much stability, and that bled into his relationships; one by one, they fell apart. He was terrified of losing you, so he constantly made sure to tell you how much he loved you. You relished these moments with him, lazy Sunday mornings sprawled out in bed, gentle, loving sex as he whispers how much he loves you, dozing off again as you lay on his chest, the morning only interrupted as he got up to make coffee. When he crawled back under the covers, he brought you your cup, complimenting how lovely you looked in the morning sun, when you were certain you looked like Anna when she woke up in Frozen. He feels unworthy of you, and makes sure you always know how special you are to him.

"I could wake up to this sight every day, I never want to see anything but your pretty face." "Tu eres el amor de mi vida, my everything, I love you so fucking much" "I'm so lucky to have you, make me so happy every fucking day" *

You know Francisco feels insecure, that he worry's you'll leave him like most others have. So, you try to give him reminders whenever you can. Texts throughout the day saying how much you missed him and can't wait to go home, buying a dry erase marker to write messages on the bathroom or bedroom mirror for him to stumble on, leaving sticky notes in the lunch you pack. You try to not only remind him of your love, but the love of others that surround him, hoping he'll learn that he isn't a bourdon, but rather is highly adored.

"Miss you baby, don't watch Downton Abbey without me 😡🔫(this is a threat). Jk Jk, love you" "You're a good husband, a good dad, and a good friend, we're so lucky to have you in our lives." "Have a great day Frankie! Have fun with the guys, I bet they're so happy to spend the weekend with you. I'll miss you, but it makes me so happy when you have fun!"

Benjamin Miller

Benny was a bragger, through and through. What really got you was that he bragged about you when you weren't even listening. It's not that you snooped, you never would, but there's been times you go to bring him and Will some snacks and he's telling him about how you stood up for yourself to your parents or you accidently see Ben's group chat with the guys and he's saying how you 'sucked the life out of him' last night, in his words. It made you smile. In a life where you find those you love talking bad about you, it was nice to know he only ever spoke adoringly when you weren't looking. Benny Miller was one of the good ones, to be sure. But he didn't just brag to others, he constantly told you how proud he was of you, from the big wins to the smallest stuff, it was amazing the things that boy could turn into a celebration, benefits of a positive outlook.

"You got an A on your paper, that's amazing!! I never doubted you for a second, you're so smart, ever thought about going on jeopardy? You'd blow them all away" "You meme got 10 retweets, it's really doing the numbers today. I told you that you were fucking hilarious." "You're coming for me again? You're fucking amazing baby, always such a good girl for me" * You are well aware how much Benny craves attention, having never grown up with it. Always in Will's shadow and his dad abuse, Benny often acted out just to get some sort of attention, positive or not. You try your best to encourage him in his interests and hobbies as well never make him feel bad for spending time with those he loves that aren't you (and boy, does mr. sunshine has a lot of people he loves). You know his family, found and biological, is an extension of him, and the bonds he formed in the military are a part of who he is, so you do your best to listen to him and encourage those friendships.

"Of course, Santiago can come over for the game! Who is playing? Do you like those teams?" "I know today is hard since it's the anniversary of Tom's death, would you like to tell me about him? Maybe some fun stories?" "You did so good at you're fight baby! And look at the guys, their cheering so loud, I bet Will is so fucking proud right now!"

********************** Here is part threeeeeee! Less sad than some of the others. I had a lot of fun with this one! It was a challenge to try and get them to all express differently, but I think they are fairly accurate. I have specific head canons that may or may not be accurate, but the kind of stuff you see here is v applicable to within Leather and Lace, as I have versions of all the guys in my head within that universe lol. I hope you enjoy, be sure to check out my Joel Miller short series Darkness on the Edge of Town, and my TF series Awakening bc I just hit 500 followers, part of my celebration is a Benny X Santi chapter which I should be getting out this week!

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