#BUT I REFUSE TO LET THIS SOUR MY WEEK. I HAD A BEAUTIFUL WEEK

[skelelephant]

My beautiful flight home that takes *checks watch* 10 hours

[paleprincessturtle]

Echoes

This is my first time writing about Max Verstappen. Knew him for years. But why did I just realize how hot he is? So here it is. My first series. Angsty series.

Chapter 1: When You Let Go First

Chapter 2: The Wrong Arms Still Feel Warm

Chapter 3: The Red Mark

Chapter 4: What We Never Stop Being

Chapter 5: When Silence Screams Loudest

Chapter 6: The Man Who Never Left

Chapter 7: Where the Red Thread Ends (and Begins Again)

Epilogue: The Quiet After

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Chapter 1: When You Let Go First

No yelling.

No plates shattered.

Just silence.

The kind that screams.

Her hands trembled as she folded a sweatshirt—one of his, oversized on her frame—and tucked it into her suitcase. He said nothing. Stood by the doorway like a stranger watching someone else’s heartbreak.

His jaw was clenched.

His arms crossed.

His voice—gone.

She didn’t ask him to stop her.

She had already asked too many times before.

“We’re not working anymore,” she said.

Quiet. Measured. But her voice shook at the end, just slightly—like it cracked on the words she didn’t say.

He stared at the floor.

“Say something, Max. Say you’ll fight.”

He didn’t.

“If you want to leave,” he said, voice low, almost hollow, “I won’t stop you.”

She looked at him for a long second. Not angry. Just... tired.

Then she zipped the suitcase. Pulled the handle up.

And walked out.

The door didn’t slam. It clicked.

And that was somehow worse.

He didn’t move for a while.

Couldn’t.

His limbs didn’t respond. His brain refused to believe she had actually left.

It wasn’t until he sat on the edge of the bed—their bed—that he realized she took her pillow.

Not because she needed it.

But because it smelled like her.

Because she knew he’d need it more than she would.

The flashbacks started before she even reached the elevator.

The hallway mirror. Where she used to fix her eyeliner, one eye always messier than the other. She’d look at him and pout, “Symmetry is a scam.”

He used to laugh. He would kill to hear that now.

The bathroom sink. Still stained with her rose-tinted serum. He once teased her about having “witch potions” lined up like soldiers.

She told him, “I don’t use magic to be beautiful. I use it so I survive your lifestyle.”

He hadn’t understood what that meant.

Now it echoed.

He went for a drive that night.

Just to breathe.

But everywhere he turned, she was waiting.

The gas station on 5th. She once made him pull over just to get sour candy and a lottery ticket “for luck.” She won five euros and screamed like they won a house.

The bench by the lake. They sat there after his worst race last year. She brought him hot coffee in a thermos and said, “I love you even when you come in last.”

He didn’t say it back.

He just kissed her and hoped that was enough.

It wasn’t.

He walked into the kitchen.

Opened the fridge.

There it was.

The almond milk she drank religiously.

The half-finished jar of strawberry jam.

The sticky note on the inside of the door:

“Remember to eat. Love, me.”

He sat on the floor, back against the cabinet, and stared at it for twenty-two minutes.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t cry.

Just sat there. Hollow.

Later that week, he had to do media rounds.

He wore the hoodie she once stole from him and never gave back—he found it in the laundry basket.

And the moment he walked into the paddock, it hit him again.

The corner near the McLaren garage —

She kissed him there last spring. Right after a pole.

She whispered, “Come home fast so I can ruin that smug face.”

The tunnel under the stands —

She held his hand there before Monaco. Quiet. Nervous. Said, “Just don’t crash into me.”

He laughed. She didn’t.

She always knew how easily things fall apart.

That night, he found her playlist still synced to the speaker.

He played it on shuffle.

The third song was the one they danced to in the kitchen—barefoot, tipsy, her hair in a messy bun, and cheeks pink from laughter.

She spilled wine on his shirt and tried to clean it with her sleeve.

He told her he didn’t care.

Now he’d keep the stain forever if it meant he could go back.

Even his body missed her.

He’d reach across the bed in his sleep and find nothing.

He’d roll to the side where she used to sleep, and the cold would hit him like a slap.

He started showering with the lights off.

Because the fog on the mirror kept showing her reflection.

And his own face—the man who let her leave.

In the garage, Lando watched him closely.

“She’s gone, huh?”

Max said nothing.

“Mate... you okay?”

“I let her go.”

“Yeah. But did you mean to?”

He didn’t answer.

Because the answer was shame.

He thought silence made him strong.

Thought love didn’t need to be said every day.

He thought she'd stay.

Because she always had.

Until she didn’t.

And still...

He kept the porch light on.

Every night.

Just in case she ever decided to come home.

[emmerwrites]

"Where did you go?"

Pairings: Spencer Reid/ Reader- Established relationship Genre: Angst & Smut Summary: After Hankel, Spencer came back different. You know he's hiding something from you, but you're too afraid to ask, too afraid to find out the truth. Coming home in the early hours of the morning, you confront him.   Warnings: MDNI!!! Drug use, lying, unprotected sex, sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism, slight body worship, porn with plot, fem receiving! head, biting, sub! spencer, men whimpering, creampie, slight cockwarming, overstimulation. A/N: Can be read as a standalone, however it is set in the same timeline as my fic "Ain't No Grave". Part 1 is linked below. Also, my first time writing Smut!! W/C: 1.8k Part 1

You had woken up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare. You turned in the bed, hoping to feel the soft, warming presence of your boyfriend, but instead, you’re met with the expanse of cold bed sheets. Furrowing your brow, you will your body to sit up. Staring at the empty space, your mind can’t help but race. Ever since Spencer had been kidnapped and rescued from Hankel, you haven’t been able to stop worrying. 

Spencer had come back…different. The first 12 hours, he had been clingy, practically refusing to leave your side, but after that he began to shut everyone out- including you. He was snippy, and sassy, and constantly in a mood. You tried to ignore how his hands would shake, and how at night he would lock himself in the bathroom when he thought you were asleep. You wanted to push, wanted to beg for him to open up and just tell you what had happened, and what was wrong, but you were scared he would lash out, like a wild animal backed into a corner. 

You swing your feet over the edge of the bed, the hardwood cold, but familiar. Keeping the lights off you pad through the small apartment you share with Spencer. Using the moonlight that’s streaming through the windows, you navigate your way to the far left cabinet in the kitchen. You reach up for a glass, and fill it with tap water, not even bothering to pull the brita out of the fridge. The glass gets sat back on the kitchen counter, where it will be forgotten until the morning. Your footsteps fall gently as you step into the moonlight. With Spencer not there to comfort you, you wrap your arms around yourself, hoping that this would trick your brain into thinking that you’re getting the hug that you are so desperately craving. Your eyes slide shut as you soak in the brilliance of the moon. 

You stood there, for god knows how long, before you heard a click, and then the sound of the front door creaking open. Spencer froze, not expecting to see you awake. He had been going on these errands under the guise of night. Partly to hide it from you, but partly to bury the shame that built in his chest everytime he bought another two week supply of dilaudid. He wanted to stop, he really did, but the feeling of the narcotic in his blood just made everything…easier. It was the only thing numbing the pain right now. His hands shook, it had been too long since his last dose. How could he do this to you? How could he every night since he was rescued- by you- lock himself in the bathroom and inject himself with a drug that could kill him, and that probably was, just slowly.  

“Y/N?” His voice shook. “I-”

“Where did you go?” You turned around to look at him. Despite the worry and frustration painted on your face, he couldn’t help but think about just how beautiful you were, with your hair slightly crumpled from sleep, one of his old shirts from the academy hanging off of you, and hell even with the tears he could faintly see welling in your eyes. 

“I-I, I was out” The truth, not the full truth, but part of it. The words soured in his mouth as he said them, his voice cracking. 

You step forward. Your voice threatening to break, “Out doing what?” 

“I-” He gulped, 

“Spencer, please, tell me, let me in, what’s going on with you?” you pleaded. You were closer, so close you could feel his breath on your face, could see the panic building in his chest, with the way his eyes slightly widened, with the way his hands silently shook. 

“I-, god, I need help Y/N” Now it was his turn for his eyes to cloud with unshed tears. “I- I just can’t mentally get away from that cabin, everytime I fall asleep I’m stuck there”. Spencer avoided eye contact, his eyes darting to stare at the floor instead of looking at you. It was easier this way. 

Your eyes soften, taking in how he looked. He was paler, and skinnier since the kidnapping, and his eyes were red rimmed, hands shaking. How did you not see the signs? The long sleeves, the frequent trips to the bathroom, the scratching in the crook of his arm. You extended your hand, and hesitantly put it on his cheek, turning his head to look up at you. 

His big wide brown eyes stared at you, melting into your touch. Tears silently rolled down his face, as you pulled him into a tight embrace. He sniffled and wrapped his arms around you like you would disappear if he let go. His salty tears soaked into the old t-shirt, and his hand drifted down to its place on your hip. You looked down, right as he looked up. 

It took only a moment before his lips were crashing into yours, the kiss needy and full of want, full of unsaid apologies. His hands, still slightly shaking, found solace underneath your sleep shirt, one hand still on your hip, the other on your upper thigh, cupping and massaging at the skin on your ass. Your hands, greedily held onto his face, like a lifeline. Lips moved in slow synchrony, hot and wet, and slightly messy. After a few moments the kiss broke, and Spencer stared up at you, his lips wet and puffy, his pupils blown. He looked like a man starved. 

Sinking to his knees, you grabbed onto the nearby wall for support as his mouth ghosted over your underwear. 

“Please?” He begged, his fingers already hooked onto the sides of your underwear. With a frantic nod, he pulled them down agonizingly slow. With your panties discarded on the floor, and his hands anchored onto your hips, he dove in. He licked a long, slow strip from your entrance to your clit, gathering up the wetness before sucking on the already swollen bud. One hand still on the wall, the other found its way to his hair, pulling and bringing him closer to your heat, as you let your head fall back, mouth open in a silent moan. 

He kept licking and sucking, and just devouring you as if you were his last meal on earth. You were close, so close, when he pulled back, panting slightly. His hair was a mess from where you had been pulling on it, and his lips and chin were glossy. Taking his shaky hands in yours, you guided him back to the bedroom. You pushed him down onto the bed, and with wide eyes he stared up at you as you straddle him. Your hands made quick work, unbuttoning his shirt. He freezes, his hands grasping your wrists. 

“Wait” his voice is hoarse. You’re still on top of him, but your hands rest gently against his exposed chest. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, your voice gentle, your brow furrowing. 

“I- I don’t want you to be mad, or scared when you see my forearms.” He whispers, slightly ashamed of himself. You lean forward and press a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I love you the way you are” You whisper, pull off the rest of his shirt. Your fingers trail over his shoulders and gently down his arms. He tenses as your fingers grace over the crooks of his elbows. Leaning down you press kisses to the abused skin, marked with small pin pricks, before you trail your lips back up his arms until you find that sweet spot where his neck meets his shoulder. You press a gentle kiss to the skin, before nipping and sucking at the spot. Spencer moans beneath you, his hips bucking into yours. You gasp, and bite down, licking the spot to soothe it, Spencer still whimpering and moaning under you. His hands find your hips and guide them as you rock against his clothed erection. 

“Fuck” You gasp into his neck, and you reach down, messing with the button and zipper on his pants. You help pull his pants and underwear off, until he’s laid beneath you naked, his erection hitting his stomach. The tip was red and angry from neglect. Crawling back on top of him, he whimpers and looks down at you as your hand wraps around his length, pumping once, twice, twisting as you pull up. 

“Y/N, p-please” he gasps out, your thumb swipes around the head gathering the precum, and smearing it down his cock. With shaky legs, you scooch up and hover over his erection, before lining yourself up, and sinking down onto him. 

“Oh god” He moans as you give an experimental shift. Grinning at his reaction you rock slowly, his hands shooting towards your hips, you continue to rock, picking up the pace. Your hands roam over his chest, and god does he look beautiful beneath you, chest and face flushed, head thrown back, lips parted, and those sounds, of the sounds he’s making. Even the slightest movement of your hips, or the clench of you, is turning him into a moaning, whimpering mess. 

You can feel him twitch inside of you and you know he’s close, instead of picking the pace up like you know he’s begging for, you slow down, making sure he feels the entirety of you with each stroke.

“Baby, baby please” he’s whining and writhing underneath your brutally slow pace. Putting a finger to his lips you respond

“Shhhh-ah, let me-let me make you feel good” you moan. Rocking your hips so slowly you might as well have been teasing yourself. 

You couldn’t help but speed up a little bit, desperately trying to chase your own high, with Spencer still writhing beneath you. A few more strokes and you could feel his cock twitch and his body tense, spilling inside of you.

He whimpered as you continued to use him until you achieved your own high. You collapsed against his chest, his spent cock twitching inside of you. 

You laid on top of him, both of your chests still heaving, before you pressed a gentle kiss under his ear.

“We’re going to get you the help you need, you know that?” you whispered.

“I know, I- I love you, so much” Spencer’s voice shook slightly. You lifted your head, just enough to look him in the eyes, his hands wandered from your hips to wrap around you, and pull you closer to him.

“You’re going to be okay, I’ve got you baby”, your voice an unbreakable promise, and for the first time in a while, he knew he could overcome this. 

[minecrafbtsteve]

possessive

summary: crosshair x reader oneshot

NSFW 18+

<3000 words

content/warnings: explicit consensual sex, p in v sex, oral sex, brat taming, arguing, violence, spanking

The cantina was packed to the brim, full of people from all kinds of backgrounds mingling and drinking. Coruscant was the most diverse planet in the Galaxy, it's thousands of levels teeming with life along with crime. I sat perched on a tall stool near the bartender, scoping out the crowd to look for someone attractive enough to spend the night with. The past few weeks spent with my partner were weighing down on me, and I needed a way to blow off steam and relax before our next mission. Crosshair hated me. Not that I could blame him. We both had dominating personalities, and refused to agree upon anything when it came to strategies during our assignments.

The thought of him was enough to anger me, and I leaned over the counter to ask for a drink, making sure to flash my cleavage at the bartender. The revealing outfit left little to the imagination, and I could already feel the hungry stares from all corners of the room on me.

“Something strong.” I requested, with a flirtatious smile that would bring most men to their knees. 

“First one's on me, pretty girl.” A low voice from behind me said, the timbre of his words sending a shiver down my spine.

I turned to meet the eyes of a tall, handsome man with light eyes that could charm any woman. I raised a brow and smiled before turning back to the bar to retrieve the small glass of booze and knocking it back.

“Wanna dance?” I questioned, my hands already on his broad shoulders.

“Who would deny a request from a woman as beautiful as you?” He smoothly replied, offering his hand to lead me to the dance floor.

We swayed together for a couple songs, eventually getting more and more into each other's personal space until I was practically grinding on the beautiful stranger.

Perspiration was beading on my body, and I leaned in to whisper in my dance partner's ear, letting him know that I was going to go freshen up. I strode over to the ladies’ room and quickly rinsed some water on the back of my neck to cool me down, touching up my makeup while I had the chance. I took one last look in the mirror before walking out of the refresher to return to dancing. As soon as I left the doorway, I felt something wrap itself tightly around my wrist. I whipped around to see Crosshair standing by the threshold of the doorway, leaning against the wall with a glare in his eyes that looked like it could kill.

“Get off of me.” I huffed, my mood already soured just from his unwelcome presence. 

“Just throwing yourself at anyone who shows you attention?” He sneered, yanking me back towards him.

“Why do you care? Get the fuck off of me.” I practically shouted back, barely hearing myself over the loud music. Ripping myself from his rough grip, I angrily marched back over to my current interest and kissed him with so much force I thought we might fall over. Releasing him, I smiled, and danced so intimately with him that we were practically having sex in the middle of the club. I could still see Crosshair’s dark stare in the dim lighting, and I taunted him with a smirk. Deciding that I was tired of seeing him, I lightly nipped the ear of my dance partner and asked if he wanted to go somewhere private. His face lit up in a devilish smile, and he began to lead me towards the exit, clearly looking forward to what we were going to do in this private location. 

Just as we reached the doorway of the exit, a dark shadow stepped in our path. 

“Get off of her.” Crosshair drawled, taking his toothpick from his mouth and flicking it onto my date. 

“Do you know this guy?” My date asked, annoyed and obviously bothered.

“I wish I didn't.” I grumbled, pulling my hookup behind me to get around Crosshair and finish what I came there to do. I shoved past his slender frame, not realizing that his fist was already cocked and flying towards the face of my unsuspecting partner.

“What is wrong with you!” I angrily yelled, tired of his interference when he clearly didn't want anything to do with me. 

“You're coming with me.” He then crouched down and grabbed me around my ass and thighs, tossing me over his shoulder and leaving my date sprawled across the floor, cradling his face in pain.

I fought to wrestle free from his grip, but his calloused hands just clenched me tighter, almost to the point of pain. Crosshair carried me all the way to the lodging that the Republic Army had granted us, silently brooding while I hurled insults at him. Intent on making his life as difficult as possible, I made sure that I was all dead weight, trying to force him to lose his balance. Unfortunately for me, it didn’t make any difference. Once we reached the accommodations, he paused for a moment to open the door to his room, then threw me onto the freshly made bed. 

“I think I’ll be going now.” I threw out, rolling my eyes in anger.

“Not so fast.” 

“Why do you even care who I spend my nights with? You’ve made it abundantly clear that you aren’t fucking interested in even talking to me, so why not let me enjoy the little days off that I have?” 

He just leaned against the wall, reaching toward his utility belt to take out a toothpick while maintaining eye contact. Fuming, I marched over towards him, intending to shove past him and walk to my room, but as soon as my hand reached his chestpiece to push him away, he grabbed my wrist, spinning me around so fast that I lost my balance. Not giving me a chance to gather my wits, he roughly bent me over, pressing my upper body into the bed, and pressing himself into my ass.

“You think I’m not interested?” He hissed in my ear, his cold breath tickling my neck. 

“Obviously not.” I retorted, already trying to wiggle out of his grasp. 

“Some of us aren’t as obvious about our desires.” 

His words sent a shiver down my spine, my own body betraying me. No. Absolutely not. I am not attracted to Crosshair of all people. The cold and calculating soldier who didn’t talk unless it was absolutely necessary for the mission. As if he heard my inner thoughts, he slid a hand down the back of my dress, stopping at where the tight fabric ended at my thigh. Unintentionally, I let out a small sigh of content at the feeling, instantly regretting it. I felt him stiffen behind me and mentally prepared for the berating.

“Get on the bed. Now.” He ordered, his voice quiet but commanding.

“Fucking make me.” I snapped back.

“We can do this the hard way then.” 

I then felt his hand leave my thigh, and for some unfathomable reason, I immediately missed his touch. Until I felt a sharp slap to my ass, making me choke on air in surprise. 

“What the hell?!” I shrieked, desperately trying to mask the lust that I was feeling.

“What did I say?” He slowly enunciated, every syllable echoing through my head. “Get on the bed.” 

Relenting, I slowly eased myself fully up onto the bed, still facing away from him, one wrist in his grip behind my back. He slowly pressed my face into the bed so that I was arched before him, the short hem of my dress riding up to reveal my now-soaked panties. Oh my god. I can’t believe this is happening. And that I’m enjoying every second of it. Turning my head to the side, I looked back at Crosshair to see him simply staring at my body. A flush crept up my neck, and I tried to pull out of his grip to be in a less embarrassing position.

As soon as I started to wiggle, I felt another smack to my ass, and I yelped again in shock. 

“You need to learn to follow orders.” He breathed, eyes now fixated on my glare towards him.

“Maybe you should give better orders.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I saw a glimpse of lust flash across his eyes before he shoved my dress all the way up to my waist and began to unfasten his pants. His dick sprang free once it was liberated from the prison of his pants, and oh my god, it was bigger than I imagined. Abruptly pulling my panties to the side, he immediately thrusted inside of me, easily sliding in from the slick of my desire.

“Look at you,” He smirked. “So wet for me already. Do you still want that gentleman from the bar now?” 

“He’s probably bigger than you, so maybe.” I shot back, knowing that there was no way that was true.

His eyes darkened at my words, and he pushed his length all the way inside of me, making me gasp. “Fuck.” 

“That’s what I thought.” He growled, starting a slowly increasing tempo of thrusts that made my eyes water, smearing my dark eye makeup. Thriving off of the feeling of him pounding into me, I grinded my ass into him, wanting more. I heard him scoff behind me at my transparent desire, but nevertheless, he obliged, letting go of my wrist and grabbing my waist between his large hands. His grip around my middle tightened, and I felt him pull me towards him, slamming me onto his dick. 

I cried out at the intensity of his pelvis slamming into my ass, his length driving impossibly deep into me. The sound of our bodies slapping together was obscene, and I had never been so grateful to have such thick walls at the lodge. I felt a pressure between my legs begin to grow, my desire finally satiated by Crosshair of all people. He was never going to let me live this down. He continued to pound into me, and I felt myself come apart, my vision darkening with the ripples of pleasure completely engulfing me. The result of my orgasm dripped down my leg, and Crosshair’s thrusts slowed before pulling out of me, his cock still hard and soaked with my desire. I slumped on the bed, my ass still in the air, and my legs a shaking mess. I felt like a newborn Fathier, my legs not yet able to support the weight of my body.

Crosshair reached for my shoulder and flipped me over onto my back so that I was now looking directly at him. Too tired to try and fight against him, I let him do this, and then my eyes widened in shock as he dragged me toward the edge of the bed, so that my legs were hanging off of the mattress. Silently, he kneeled down on the floor so that he was at eye level with my gleaming pussy. My heartbeat quickened, and he put my legs over his shoulders, my pussy so sensitive that I could feel his breathing on my clit. And for a moment, he just stared. I felt myself get embarrassed, and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but his hands gripped onto my thighs and held tight. 

“Not yet, subordinate.” He growled, displeased by my humiliation. “I’ve been waiting a long time to see all of you, and I won’t be rushed.”

My already warm face heated even more, his words making me impossibly drenched. I heard him chuckle at my reaction to only his words, and I opened my mouth to tell him off for laughing, but I was silenced before I got the chance. His tongue took a long, languid lick starting from my entrance, lapping up my arousal, before swirling around my clit. I let out a breath, the feeling of his warm tongue on my pussy igniting the fire within me once again. I tried to grind into his face, needing more friction, but his grip on my thighs held me tight, and I was rendered immobile, unable to quench my hunger.

“I said, not yet.” He threatened, and the thought of defying him again began to sound like a great idea. 

Deciding that I was not to be bossed around by him of all people, I used my newfound strength, ripping my leg away from his grasp. I quickly put my foot on his shoulder, shoving him away, and rolled to the other side of the bed so that I was sitting on my knees, desperate to touch myself to satisfy my endless desire that he would not grant me. I looked Crosshair in the eye as I dipped my fingers into myself, groaning at the thought of him licking me again. If looks could kill, I would have been wiped from existence by the way he glared at me, irritated by my disobedience. I saw him start to remove his shirt and pants, and seeing his body on full display only fuelled the fire that was my lust. He watched as I continued to touch myself, and I started panting as I grew closer to my climax, finally about to find relief. 

“What’s wrong Crosshair, are you afraid you’re missing out?” I taunted breathlessly, wanting to get a rise out of him. 

At that, he crossed the room in one stride, grabbing my wrist and ripping it away from my drenched pussy. He pushed me so that I was on my back up against the pillows, and then proceeded to literally rip my dress off of me. 

“Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled, shocked that he was able to get through the thick material so easily.

“What’s wrong with me?” He demanded. 

“You’re what’s wrong with me. I can’t get you out of my head. Even though all you do is annoy me and disobey orders, all I ever think about is you. How desperately I want to fuck you, to make you come all over my cock. And now that I have you here, I am going to enjoy it.” 

My jaw dropped at his admission, but he had already moved on and had his hands around my waist again, lifting me up with ease before turning me around to face the headboard.

“Hands up, pretty girl.”

Finally caving to his demands, I placed my hands upon the headboard and leaned so that my back was curved, my pussy inviting him to fill me. My heart pounded with anticipation, and I trembled as I felt his cock slowly enter me, this time taking his time. His movements were slow and precise, filling me completely. A tear dripped down my cheek from the pleasure, and he reached around me to place one hand on top of mine, his thumb absently caressing my fingers. His other hand found my chest, and stroked the valley between my breasts, his touch so light and gentle, a complete opposite to the way he fucked me earlier. 

His hand slowly made its way down my body to the space between my legs, and he softly stroked my clit. I cried out, the small graze making all of the thoughts leave my head, making room for pleasure to take over. He continued to lightly stroke the area, while still slowly fucking me, tracing faint circles around it, but never giving me enough pressure to alleviate my need. 

“Crosshair…” I began.

“Please.”

“Please what, pretty girl?” He said sharply.

“Please let me come.” I begged, not able to withstand the torture anymore.

“Good girl.”

He took his hand off of mine and put it to my neck, pulling me towards his chest so that we were both upright, his body keeping both of ours up. He turned my chin so that I was looking back at him, and then leaned down to kiss me. His kiss was controlling, and he began to fuck me harder while circling my clit with his beautiful fingers, his mouth swallowing my moans of ecstacy. His touch pushed me closer to coming undone, and my body began to shake involuntarily, the sensation becoming too much. I cried out as I came apart on his cock, and I felt him spill into me, our fluids mixing together inside of me. 

Crosshair gently set me down onto the bed, and reached between my legs to gather the slick that was slowly dripping out of my pussy. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked off the liquid, then went back for more, pushing his fingers past my swollen lips into my mouth. I gladly swirled my tongue around them, sucking our arousal off of them while gazing drowsily at his pretty face. Satisfied with my compliance, he slowly laid down so that he was next to me, pulling me towards him so that his warm body enveloped me entirely. I fell asleep listening to the soft rhythm of his heartbeat.

[urfavefelon]

Falling for u

I had watermelon sour patch kids while making this.

Summary: you do ice breakers and the beautiful Tara carpenter talks to you.

Warnings: shit writing first fic ever so its bound

Authors note: also idk anything about school, or how to make conversation, enjoy!

More notes: if somehow you liked this then just know I probably won't post much at all :/

BTW this is kinda inspired by first date by @persevereforahappyending

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You sit in your usual spot in class, headphones on playing calm music.

You doodle while you wait for the lesson to start.

Then as the Professor walks in you slide your headphones to your neck and take out a notebook, flipping to a clean page and start to write down.

As the professor starts to talk about different things (again idk anything about school), in the back of the class Tara stares at you.

Unbeknownst to you she has been watching you come to class for maybe weeks now.

She's captivated by you, she doesn't know why, she's only ever seen you talk to your friends and seen you in the halls but never had the confidence to actually come up and talk to you.

Today would be different though.

She decided it was about time she spoke to you.

You always seemed so kind and quiet.

Everytime you met her eyes in the halls she would get nervous and look away, but not before you would give her a kind smile making her cheeks flush.

She was broken out of her trance when the professor announced to the students they would need to do icebreakers and pick a partner for the project, making most people groan.

But Tara however saw this as an opportunity to talk to you.

Luckily it seemed you were more interested in what you were drawing then making conversation.

So she picked up her bag and walked down to you, taking a seat next to you and tapping you on the shoulder.

"Hey,.." She was nervous, to nervous, but she knew you weren't going to start a conversation with her first judging by how you avoided everyone else. "I'm Tara"

You jumped slightly.

"Uh, Y/n"

"Sorry did I startle you?"

"No just caught me off guard" you smile, that same blinding smile she had seen before.

"Good, so um.." She trailed off, not knowing where to start. "Whats your favorite movie?"

"Knives out," you answered quickly. "I loved the mystery and the guessing who the killer was, what's yours?"

(Just pick any movie that's just my favorite)

"The babadook" she answered instantly. "Oh I hate scary movies-" "what!?, but you like knives out?" "That's a murder mystery, I hate getting scared. But what do you like most about your movie?" She opened her mouth, ready to ramble about all the reasons why you should love it, only to be cut off by the professor clapping his hands and sending everyone to their seats.

She sat back with a frown, after weeks of building the courage to talk to you she was cut off.

She made one conclusion that day, professors were evil.

(That was from first date btw)

--

When the professor finally dismissed the class Tara practically ran out the door to meet you there.

She saw you going out and pulled you by the wrist to face her.

"What the!- Tara?, what are you doing?" You exclaimed.

She let go of your wrist to rub the scar on her hand nervously, a habit she picked up after the attack.

"I um.." She trailed off not knowing how to ask you. "I uh wanted to know if-if maybe you were free on Friday?" She stumbled over her words, refusing to make eye contact with you, she thought if you didn't say yes then she could laugh it off and never speak to you again.

But before she could dive deeper into those thoughts you spoke. "Are you asking me out?" a small smile played on your lips.

"And if I did, would you say yes?" She asked hesitantly, still refusing to look into your eyes, afraid she'd get lost in them.

You broke into a full out grin, looking like a complete fool. "Then I would say yes."

This made her finally look into your eyes, she searched them for any trace of insincerity, but all she saw was adoration and hope.

She took a deep breath, composing herself to ask you correctly. "Then will you go out with me on Friday?" She hoped you wanted to.

You swallowed, trying not to smile so hard. "I'd like nothing more"

Tara let out a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding, and smiled. "I'll see you Friday then, how about the theater at 5?"

You nodded. "Sounds great" she smirked. "Don't be late," she leaned up to kiss you on the cheek softly, making you blush hard. "I'll see you then" then she winked and walked away, out of view.

You sighed contently.

You couldn't wait.

--

[zopharooni]

"Fading"

A DMAU story, part 2/4 (start / previous / next)

Rain. The normally pleasant atmosphere and calming sounds...

Turned sour.

Why... Why are things always like this?

Why can things never stay nice?

Why can't people... live forever...

Gideon... He went missing a month ago. He said he would be right back, that relations with the local cultists were the best they have ever been. But gods... are never satisfied with what is. That's all they do. Take, and take, and take, until there's nothing left. Damned bishops...

Cliff and Spike returned from a raid a week ago. We need food, and we need those cultists gone. They attacked in the night, leaving no survivors of that cult. Not all of them were guilty, but our needs come first. However... They were infected with something terrible while out there. Our guess is a blight from the Bishop of this land.

Poor Cliff... He has been bedridden for the whole week. He doesn't even know his own name, let alone recognize us. Something is wrong in his head. Something... that we can't fix.

Spike also caught something, but it's different. Fatigue, fever, and he's getting skinnier by the day. What most concerns me is... when he coughs. He keeps a rag to cough into, as to not spread anything...

It's covered in blood.

They won't survive. If I stay... I won't survive either. I can't live like this. The bishops need to pay. I've heard rumors of cults worshipping chaos. I need that power, and I refuse to work under the other bishops. If I can get the attention of their god, I've heard that some followers are rewarded with a fraction of divinity. I can take the fight to the bishops and the followers that wronged us. Wronged me.

Damn Famine for our hunger and starvation, damn War for the fighting, damn Death for taking away everything we love, and Pestilence... for taking my family. When all is lost, Chaos reigns. This I know.

I pack my bag in secret. I can't let Spike know. He'll try to stop me. I grab any spare rations from the raid, as well as Gideon's old greataxe. I need these more. I take our only map, and leave in the middle of the night.

The rain feels almost... patronizing. As if trying to guilt trip me. It doesn't matter. I quietly stalk away from the cabin, the rain covering my sound. I take one look back, and...

Spike is there. Waiting at the door. Staring. He is leaning against the frame, looking disappointed. Sad, even.

No. You can't stop me. Not now.

But he doesn't. He simply turns back inside. Closing the door behind him.

I feel my throat start to constrict. Any tears rolling from my eyes invisible with the rainfall. Guilt.

I can't stay here. They will die anyways, and I'll be alone. Staying is meaningless. I repeat these words in my mind, as I journey through Ombros. Trying to convince myself.

The chaos worshippers are rumored to be in Rotwood. I use the map, waterproofed with tree resin, to find my way. I hack through the underbrush, it's beauty fading in my mind. Ombros. My home...

Not anymore... I can't stay.

After a week I find myself at the foot of Rotwood. The trees covered in moss, a fog always seeming to obscure the periphery. Moving forward, the ground feels vastly different than Ombros. The stench of decay seeming to perpetuate the air here.

After a day of stalking through, I start to lose whatever hope I had left, not for me, but my revenge. Then a cultist in green robes jumps from the bushes, pointing a dagger at me.

"You! Your sacrifice will nourish the god of chaos!"

Ah. Perfect.

I quickly spin my greataxe from my back, and ready for their attack. Then suddenly, they turn and try to run.

Coward.

My axe splits the back of their skull, putting them down instantly. So is that what it takes to be a worshipper? Just kill in the name of chaos? Easy enough. I quickly steal the robes from the cultist, their body very quickly withering into the ground. The hood is split and covered in blood, but I don't like hoods anyways, and I rip it off.

I rifle around the pockets, and find a small map, showing where this cultist's origin lies. I begin to make my way through Rotwood, with renewed vigor. Things are looking up! Any doubts in my mind are washed away, and any thoughts of them... obscured with my own malice.

After a day or two, I start hearing commotion. I think I've made it. The cult of chaos, indicated by the map. I stand up straight, and walk confidently into the cult, weapon at the ready.

Is this the first step of my journey? Was it the step I took outside from the cabin? Or was this all simply fate?

Ha... Fate.

A cruel mistress.

[strry4sprkz]

HAII!! Stumbled on your blog and thought Id be interested to see how you write Tozu! Here’s what I have in mind!

Tozu w/ An energetic reader becoming distant! They seem to be engaging with everyone (even attempting to interacting with some of the ultimates despite their sour mood) until one of their favorite ‘student/classmate’ ends up being either the victim of a murder or the murderer. (This can be any random character since I don’t have much of a preference w/ who it is)

This makes them slightly more gloomy than normal, refusing to interact with others. Eventually Tozu gotta get them back together because he finds their personality quite amusing, and seeing them like this makes even their personality feel damp.

(Basically angst to fluff)

The more I reread over this the more I realize I didn’t really make it clear if reader is a person inside the killing game (I don’t remember the highest age in the game but I think it’s 20-30 smth so depending on how old you imagine Tozu this probably could still work in a romantic way?), or more like an observer similar to Tozu.

And now I can’t decide which I like more…so you can choose whichever you prefer! >:3

a/n: hi–hope I understood this prompt well enough. I think the idea of tozu dating a killing game participant with a traitor/mastermind-like role would be very interesting, so let’s go with that

Tozu Missing energetic!grieving!Reader Becoming Distant from Him

You hadn’t been speaking with Tozu very often ever since the killing game began. Instead, you’d been talking nonstop with all the ultimates, laughing, joking, trying to avert yourself from suspicion…it was completely natural for you to make friends so easily. Until you realized too late the toll it would take on you. 

Only did you regret how attached you’d gotten to your classmates when your best friend, your closest “ally”, was found dead, and your whole world crumbled. At first, you tried forcing smiles again, starting conversations, anything to make things like before, but each interaction felt more strenuous than the last.

It was exhausting. And one day, you stopped altogether. You didn’t speak. You barely reacted. Even Tozu’s voice over the speakers, which you’d playfully yell back to, you couldn’t bring yourself to muster up a response.

Tozu had always loved your energy. Your inability to contain yourself, whether in excitement or despair. Watching you trudge through the halls like a ghost of your former self…bothered him.

One week had passed since the demise of your classmate. You were supposed to meet with Tozu again late tonight, as you’d been neglecting the last few times.

You sighed and reluctantly got up from your dorm, carefully making sure to not wake any of the students on your way. When you arrived in the trial room, Tozu stood with his hands behind his back and his red eye staring you down as usual.

"My, my, what a pitiful sight!" his voice rang from across the room. "My beautiful flame has been reduced to but a mere ember!" You rubbed your tired eyes. "I know, I just…haven't been in the mood, lately..." 

"Not in the mood?" He mockingly gasped. "Well, I’m afraid that just simply won’t do, will it?.” He scoffed, placing his hand over his chest, as if deeply wounded before walking closer to you. “Do you have any idea how much it’s hurt me to see you like this, my dear? I’ll have you know I’ve been in sheer misery!”

A pain quickly spread throughout you at the thought. He was still your lover, and you’d agreed to be part of this killing game in cooperation with him. You used to be so full of love, hope, and energy only weeks ago, and you began to long for that time with desperation. “I…I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to leave you like that…” 

Tozu reached a finger out and tilted your chin up, speaking in a more serious tone. “Come now, my lover. Death is inevitable in this delightful game of mine, and yet… I speak truth when I say,” he hesitated for a moment. “...that your ever so lifeless state has been quite unsatisfactory for the both of us, has it not?”

The way he complained and pouted was enough to allow you to feel a small part of your old, playful self awaken again. Now was your chance to strike. You let out a small chuckle before teasing, “So you admit you miss me?”

To that, he immediately took your hand and pulled you close up against him. You gasped in surprise, grabbing his other hand instinctively with your free.

"And you admit you enjoy my company,” he said smugly, "though I suppose you just needed a little reminder."

You didn’t respond. The feeling of his grip on your hands, your hearts pressed together, it overwhelmed you. You hadn’t felt it in so long, and a strong blush crept upon your face. Tozu noticed, of course, and hummed out in satisfaction, “I take that as a yes?”. You collapsed into him in an exaggerated show of defeat, resting your face against his shoulder. "Alright, fine, I admit it. You win. Happy now?" you ask unseriously.

"Ecstatic. I do so enjoy winning." he affirmed.

You rolled your eyes, but when you finally pulled back, your hands stayed on his just a second too long, lingering against the fabric of his gloves. You’ll get through this killing game, you thought, as long as you have him.

[foreverdolly]

baby love | dom!austin butler x shy!reader 

requested by a sweet nonnie. i made it extra filthy for you.

summary: you've gained some “relationship” weight since you and austin first started dating, and you find yourself growing more and more self conscious as time goes on. austin takes his time letting you know just how beautiful he finds you.

pairings: austin butler x reader

word count: 3,678

warnings/notes: austin is a dom and absolutely worships you, established relationship, rough sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, overstimulation, it's cute though i swear. also wanted to quickly let you all know that you are beautiful no matter what size you are. so this goes out to my curvy/skinny-chubby babes. as someone that has been recovering from an ED for four years, my inbox is always open. it was extremely hard to watch my body change as i got healthy, so this one really hit home for me while writing it. much love.

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“I’m being serious, Austin.” You called out to him from the bathroom, tossing the bath towel onto the countertop so that you could get a better look at your figure. Whoever says that it was healthy for females to gain relationship weight when they feel happy and stable is an asshole. An absolute dick. Just six months ago you had been in the best shape of your life. You had been attending hot yoga three times a week and even started going to a personal trainer. You were positive that your taught body and trim waistline was one of the things that originally attracted Austin to you. You weren’t a celebrity. Far from it- you were just an artist who had been blessed enough to make it semi-big in California just a few years before the two of you met through mutual friends. 

Sure, you were talented and absolutely hilarious, but so were a hell of a lot of other girls that would jump at the chance to date your boyfriend. Any time you brought up diets or started messaging your old gym buddies, Austin was quick to dismiss it. “You don’t need it.” or your personal favorite, “You’ve never been healthier, baby.” You grabbed at your stomach, grimacing as you realized just how much you must have gained. Twenty pounds? No. . . more like thirty or forty, if you were being honest with yourself. You had a scale somewhere in your shared apartment, but you were too scared to step on it. You dealt with body image issues all throughout high school, and you absolutely refused to go through anything similar again. 

“You’re gorgeous, now come out here. I’m going to eat all the popcorn without you.” You grumbled under your breath as you shrugged on your thin white tank top and an oversized pair of his boxers, practically throwing the bathroom door open. He seemed taken aback by your sudden change in mood, noticing the way you were glaring so opening at him. “You go ahead and do that. I obviously don’t need anything else to eat today.” He gave you a once over, taking in your wet hair and sour disposition. Maybe he hadn’t thought that you were really this sad about it, because he was quick to deposit the large snack bowl onto the bedside table along with the remote control. He gave the spot beside him on the bed an eager pat, shooting you a small smile. You weren’t budging from your spot though. Seeing yourself in the mirror just a few seconds ago had shattered just about every bit of self confidence you had left. He let out a small sigh, leaning back against the headboard for a couple of seconds before leaning forward on the bed, moving his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. You must have been an easy one to crack because you found yourself shuffling over to the bed. The second that you were close enough to him he pounced, dragging you onto the mattress with an ease that still shocked you. 

“Do you want me to die of heart failure from eating so much butter by myself? Cause’ I’ll do it. I’ll eat that entire bowl and then make sure to write you out of my will.” Your lips twitched upwards into a small smile for a second, Austin watching you with a wide grin as he waited for your mood to change. It always did whenever you were on this sort of subject. He’d do whatever he could to assure you that you were beautiful, and then find some way to cheer you up- only this time it wasn’t working. Your bottom lip began to quiver, your eyes filling with tears. “Oh. . . Oh, my poor baby.” He cooed, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pulling you into his lap. You moved your legs to straddle him, sniffling softly against his neck as you tried to keep the tears to a minimum. They just kept coming though. 

“I’m not pretty anymore. . . what if-” you swallowed back a loud sob, whimpering softly before you were finally able to get the rest of the words out. “W-What if you leave me?” Austin was peppering the side of your wet head with kisses. He hated seeing you upset in any way. It made his chest ache and his own anxiety act up. 

How had he not seen this before? How could he not tell how serious this was to you? He had always tried to brush it off with humor and measly compliments, but never took the time to really assure you that he wasn’t ever going anywhere. An immense guilt rushed over him, so sudden and heavy that his arms began to quiver as they squeezed you even tighter. “Angel,” He mumbled against your wet hair. “You’re the light of my life. I loved you when you were counting calories, and I love you now. . . but baby, you’re beautiful like this. I know it probably won’t mean anything coming from me, but I truly don’t think you’ve ever looked this healthy before.” You pulled back, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand before you motioned to your stomach exasperatedly. 

He let out a humorless smile, pulling up your shirt so that he could place one of his large, warm hands against your skin. “You’re soft, and cute, and way better to cuddle. I’m a skeleton, and I used to be able to feel our bones clattering together.” This made you laugh. Your shoulders shook with it, your adorable nose scrunching up in that delectable way that he loved so much. “When I look at you I see love. I see a potential family- I see forever. I don’t see anything undesirable in the slightest, alright? I promise you. Sometimes I’m scared that you’re going to leave me.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to wrap your brain around where he could have gotten that crazy idea. 

“I drool when I sleep, we have to get all of my pants tailored because my legs are freakishly long, i’m lactose intolerant and you love cheese,” God, he knew you so well. “I smack my gum, I drive too fast and scare the shit out of you most of the time, and I jump and try to shield my eyes when you force me to watch horror movies.” Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but throw your arms up in the air in disbelief. 

“But I love all those things. You’re adorable.” Austin gave you a look, and you instantly felt like an idiot. 

“Oh. . .” You licked your lips, moving to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Oh.” Sure, you weren’t everybody's cup of tea, but neither was he. You happened to be his favorite flavor though. People instantly saw him as this glamorous celebrity and wanted to be with him, all without knowing what he was like behind doors. Austin always thought you were beautiful. Whether your hair was frizzy because of the weather, or you had a stress pimple on your forehead- he adored you. Absolutely and totally. Everybody’s weight fluctuates, and so what? 

His fingers began to lazily rub your hips through the cotton boxers, flashing you a lazy smile. “Yeah- ‘oh’ is right.” His voice had lowered an octave, his eyes suddenly locked on you and dripping with an unspoken suggestion. 

You were always in a state of awe whenever you were around him. He always went out of his way to shower you with romantic gestures. You loved him with a ferocity that often destroyed other adult’s lives. It frightened you sometimes. It was as though Austin had possessed you, body and soul. He had hollowed out a place for himself deep inside your chest and made a home there. 

You loved it especially when his blue eyes became lidded, his pale lashes catching the light like spun gold. It was often impossible to keep your hands off of him, so you never did. You didn’t fight those urges and neither did Austin. You two were constantly brushing against one another, even if it was just a chaste kiss or a quick brush of the hand- just like he was doing right now. He was taking his time with you, rubbing his thumb against your hips, slowly making his way upwards towards your chest. He loved your tits; told you all the time. Even as the months passed by, you could still see the excitement flash in his eyes whenever you were laid bare in front of him. Almost as though he couldn’t believe that you were real. That you were letting him touch you in such a debased way. He feasted upon your flesh hungrily whenever you let him, which was thankfully quite often. 

You knew what he wanted the second those lashes began to flutter down, his eyes practically pinning you down. You still found it hard to breathe when he looked at you like that. You were still seated on his lap, and ever so slowly you began putting more of your weight on him, feeling that he was already hard. Ever so slowly you lifted back up, eyes flickering down so that you could get a good look at him. He had deviously thrown on the gray pair of sweatpants that he knew that you loved so much. It was probably because you could see his cock so well through them, even beneath all of the layers. “This is all you.” He mumbled under his breath, tilting his head to the side slightly as he watched you. He was never satisfied as far as you were concerned. He wished, some days, that he could somehow be absorbed into you- to claw his way under your skin. He loved you so much that it was maddening. 

“Touch it,” His voice shook as he felt your dainty fingers brush up his thighs. “It’s yours.” You were tentative with your touches at first, almost hesitant. You felt better than you did ten minutes ago, but the self confidence issues were still there. You knew that you weren’t unattractive. You had a gorgeous face and a bright smile that lit up your eyes. Men still turned their heads to look at you when you walked down the street, and just yesterday a kid that must have still been in college tried to ask you for your number. That wasn’t the point though, because deep down there was a part of you that felt as though you weren’t worthy. Austin Butler was a Greek god of a man, and had a heart of gold. 

Even after the endless laughs, the long nights spent talking, and the days spent curled up in each other’s arms, you still felt like at any moment he might walk out the door. You knew it was just a little extra baby fat, but it didn’t stop you from overthinking. Austin noticed your hesitance. He saw the conflict brewing in your eyes, like heavy clouds gathering just before a storm. He freed one of his hands from their spot on your soft skin, taking your hand in his and pressing it against himself. “Only you,” He placed a wet kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Always you.” And you melted. How could you not? Because he was right. No one could make him laugh as hard as you could. No one knew him- all of him- quite like you did, and you were certain that they never would. Nobody had ever taken the time to truly understand who Austin was, inside and out. 

You were a balm to soothe the ache. You fulfilled him. Completed him. 

He pressed his lips against the side of your head, his hand moving from the underside of your rips to your back as you began to put more pressure against him. You continued rubbing him through his pants, your fingers feeling along each divot and ridge of his length. The blonde let you know just how much he appreciated your touch, his low moans vibrating in his chest. “This tank top is killing me.” He mumbled, pulling back so that he could look down at you. It was an old tank top that you refused to wear in public anymore. Over time it had worn down to the point of practically being threadbare. It hadn’t been your intention to get him worked up like this, but it was certainly a plus. 

He could see your entire chest through the white fabric. He ran his pointer finger over one of your nipples, smiling as he watched it reactively harden into a small peak.  He switched over to the other side, his blue eyes flickering up to meet your eyes. He knew that eye contact during times like this did something to you. He’d be carrying out the dirtiest, most lewd acts, all while his lips are upturned into a smug little smile; eyes bright blue and boring into yours. You let out a small gasp, and that smile of his widened into a grin. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You moved your hand away from his front, instead opting to work him up by pressing your core against him. You slowly began rocking your hips back and forth, careful not to put too much pressure. 

You could be quite the tease when you wanted to be. Right now you wanted to work him up into a damn near frenzy. He’d be rougher with you that way. 

“Yeah?” You questioned breathlessly, and his eyes did that thing. You watched in real time as his pupils began to dilate. “Yeah.” He agreed, nodding his head as he cupped your breasts in his large hand. He gave it a squeeze, rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers tightly, nearly to the point of pain. Your hips jerked forward as you let out a hiss. His eyes widened at the added pressure to the friction, a breathy groan escaping his lips. “You wanna know something?” His tongue darted out to lick his dry lips, gathering up the fabric of your tank top so that he could finally feel your bare skin. “You may think that you look big, but look at how tiny you are compared to me. Hmm?” His hand slid up from your sternum to your throat, your breath getting caught there. He was over six feet tall, and his hand was the size of your head. No matter how big you might have gotten, the man was a giant compared to your stature. He added pressure to his thumb, feeling your pulse as he cut off a bit of the blood flow. Your eyes flickered open, needing to see his face as he moved his free hand down to your hip, grinding your own hips against him now. You didn’t stop him. You couldn’t tease him anymore. You’d take anything he gave you. 

His eyes were practically rolling back in his head at the mere look on your face. “Keep looking at me with those big eyes like that and I might cum just from this.” The friction felt good, his length sliding along your core, stimulating you- but it wasn’t enough. You needed more. “Please.” You choked out, starting to get light headed. He tightened his hold on your throat to the point that you were beginning to see stars. He continued dragging your hips back and forth against him, moving his own hips languidly. “You’re such a greedy little thing, huh?” You were, you were, you were. Your lips parted, your head starting to tilt back so that you could stare at the ceiling. You needed something to look at that wasn’t him- because sometimes his gaze got to be too much. When he looked at you like that- like you were the only thing in the world that mattered- you came undone too quickly. “Do you feel how beautiful I think you are?” You did. He was as hard as stone beneath you. The second you nodded he had you pushed down, your back against the mattress and the side of your face pressed against your white duvet. His hand slowly moved up higher on your throat until his fingers pressed against your lips, pulling the soft skin down until they could slip into the warmth of your mouth. You accepted them gladly, your tongue gently lapping against the saltiness of his skin. 

Ever so slowly he removed his hand from your throat, and you took deep gulps of air, your limbs already trembling, your core wet and aching for him. 

He was going to fuck you now. He couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped his shirt off in a second flat, tossing it down on the ground next to the bed somewhere. His pants came off next, and you followed suit, kicking the boxers off as fast as you could. You were a shaky, needy mess. You weren’t quite sure how he always managed to work you up like this, but he did. You started to take off your tank top as well, but he stopped you. “Leave it.” And so you did. Austin slipped into you like he was possessed, giving you absolutely no time to adjust. You cried out, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as he began fucking into you, starting at a near brutal pace. He used one hand to support himself against the bed, and the other went straight to the tank top, gathering it up his fist before pulling it upwards, keeping his hand firmly planted against your sternum. He watched your tits bounce as he fucked you, sucking in deep breaths as he listened to your whimpers and cries. 

You loved being able to look at him like this. His expressions were art. He’d suck his bottom lip into his mouth, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he watched you intently. His eyes were all over you. Your face, your tits, and then down to where the two of you connected. He had an odd fascination with watching himself fuck you. He loved it. Thought it was fucking adorable. 

It felt good- so good like this- but you wanted more. You wanted to feel him deeper. “B-Behind.” You could barely speak. You found it hard to form words, but he understood. He nodded, panting hard as he pulled out of you. You started to sit up, but he grabbed your hips like you weighed nothing, flipping you over into your stomach. Your ass was in the air in a second, him using his knees to nudge your legs apart so that he could fit himself between them. “You’re the one that got me this worked up,” His voice was low, almost guttural as he spoke to you. He slipped inside of you a little slower this time, speaking through clenched teeth. “So you’re going to be a good girl and take it.” 

And you could feel every inch of him. 

Every. Single. Inch. 

He fucked you at the same relentless pace. He was hitting all of the right places from this angle, his hips slapping against your ass. You couldn’t help but scream into the blanket, the sound coming out muffled. He must not have liked that, because he gripped you by the hair, wrapping it around his wrist and yanking your head up. “I want to hear.” And so you let him hear. 

You almost couldn’t take it- he was practically attacking you at this point, his hips snapping forward, his moans loud and unabashed as he watched your skin slapping against his. He gave your hair another yank, pain tearing through your scalp but it felt good. Your walls clamped down around him, causing him to let out a low cry of his own. His free hand moved from your hip to slide along your stomach, searching for your core. “Don’t. Don’t.” You tried to shake your head, knowing that any extra stimulation would be too much, but of course he did it anyway. 

Austin thought you looked pretty all the time, but you were the most irresistible when you were squirming beneath him. 

His fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing you in tight circles. After months of nonstop exploration, he knew exactly how to touch you. He knew just how to work you up, and so he did. You couldn’t keep yourself from cumming. Couldn’t stop it. 

“God damn, baby.” He groaned from above you, his hips snapping into your fluttering core. You were crying now, and you weren’t sure if it was because your hair was being pulled or if the pleasure was just too much. It was probably both. 

Austin rode your quivering form through your orgasm, working you to the point of overstimulation. You were no longer just fluttering around him but damn near spasming, and that was when he couldn’t hold his own release off anymore. He released your hair, his large hand pressing your face into the blankets as he pumped into you. “Fuck.” He spat out, panting hard as he filled you to the brim. Only after he was sure that he had fucked every last drop into you did he slowly pull out. 

He was instantly pulling you against him. He pet your hair as he began to kiss every inch of your face. “You did so good, baby.” He cooed, nuzzling his nose into your now partially dry hair. He breathed you in, eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the after-sex bliss. “I love you so much.” You knew that he did. You could feel the love radiating off of him and into you. It was such a warm feeling. “My beautiful baby.” 

The two of you spent the rest of the night curled up in bed, watching shitty Kung-Fu movies and laughing your asses off at the criminally bad special effects. 

Oh- and you two split the popcorn. With extra butter and salt. Just the way the two of you liked it. 

[cloudninetonine]

Oh boy requests are open👀

I'm gonna stay on topic because fairy Hyrule makes me feel happiness I haven't felt in weeks (thanks finals).

may I request some Fairy! Hyrule and player? Or if you want to spice it up Fairy! Hyrule and Fae! Player (because that was a really big thing that I really miss Fae! Player please come back baby I've changed!!). I feel like even before they recognized each other it was the equivalent of that spiderman meme.

I don't think I did this right now that I reread this :') I hope you like it all the same!

Hyrule was already a place of many wonders when you had first stumbled through that portal of dark magic. The lush green fields, the towering oak forests, the magical sights of fairy fountains or the mythical beasts the wandered the planes without a single care in the world. It was truly a masterpiece, something taken straight from a fairytale and you stayed mystified the entire step of the way.

What would you see? Where would you go? What would happen? So many questions laid out, cards dealt by destiny as you experienced a Hylians life and more.

This was one of those more occasions.

A blessing cast upon you and now you were the size of a common fairy, dressed in magical silks with a beautiful glow as you tried to fly around the small fairy fountain surrounded by faefolk.

The Great Fairy had found you adorable, fluttering about in a cute daze trying to comprehend the beating of those beautiful sparkling wings on your back. The sister fairies giggled and cooed, rushing to bombarded you with praise and reassurances that you were doing so well, trying to navigate and stay calm. And Hyrule…well, Hyrule-

You had found him in a cave, shrouded in ivy and moss, the walls decorated in beautiful luminous algae that only enhanced the pure ethereal look to it all. The small running stream singing off the rock as it delved deeper and deeper into the mysterical grounds. Some sister fairies flew, gaping and greeting you kindly as you searched quietly for your other half, not wanting to interrupt their daily goings. You felt like an intruder, despite being welcome and you hurried only to pause upon seeing him.

Fluttering just above the small lake, wings beating similar to a humming bird as he conversed quietly with a group of fae. A small opening in the ceiling brought a halo of light that made him look truly magical among the girls. Maybe it it was you simping heart or maybe it was the truth, but Hyrule looked to be the prettiest in the room.

You called out to him, slowly hovering over, watching him turn in surprise only to pause.

He looked starstruck as you fluttered right before him, looking flustered and refusing to share his gaze.

“You…” He started, reaching out to gently brush his hand against your arm. “You look-”

“Silly.” Finishing, you shrunk a little more. “I look silly-”

“Breathtaking.” Capturning your chin, your eyes met in exchange. “Why would you say something so foolish, my dear?”

“I….I just don’t think being a fairy suits me, alright? I’m not very graceful or elegant.”

“Nonesense, graceful is too weak a word to describe the beauty you possess right now- not that you aren’t beautiful all the time!” He yelped, an image of nervous sweat brewing on his brow in your mind. “But seeing you like this…you are quite stunning, my dear.”

He looked puzzled next, “Why are you like this, anyhow? How did you come to turn into a fairy?”

“Well, everyone was trying to look for you after lunch and so I decided to have a look-”

“You left camp by yourself!?”

“-let me finish, thank you- anyway, I came across a fairy fountain and I decided “Well, if anyone knows it’s gonna be one of your mothers or your sisters” and they did. But instead of just telling me your mother decided to turn me into a fairy so I could find you instead.” You smiled, crooked. “I have already fallen four times.”

The snort that escaped him wasn’t amusing in the slightest, your face reflecting your souring expression only to vanish when he decided to tug you closer, an arm snaking around your waist while the other came to intertwine your fingers. His sisters had zipped off with laughs, watching from afar the scene as the man began to gently sway you. Slow at first. You weren’t perfect at this, but with time came clarity and you were able to keep up with his movements.

“Why are we dancing?”

“Why not?”

“Hm, fair enough.”

The hums of the girls were you ballad, the surface of the pond your dancefloor and Hyrule as your partner was truly a fairytale. Sharing giggles and taking turns to dip, spin and lift one another like dancers in an actual ball, your audience enjoyed the show by sharing applause in the face of he final dip, your eyes looking up to Hyrule with nothing but love and excitement.

“Well, fairy prince.” But a whisper, your hand came to hold his cheek. “I think this is the part where you kiss me.”

“A ruin the stillness of this moment? What an absurd idea, my dear.”

At your pout he chuckled, leaning closer. “But…if that’s truly what you wish.”

Your shared glow bloomed, bouncing off the reflection of the water and showering the cave in iridescent light.

You would have to thank the Great Fairy later.

[raggaraddy]

Can you please do a yandere hyung line reaction to MC being jealous and tries to hide it ( For jin could you please make it as his wife has come back for a short holiday or something)

A/N: My brain did not want to do the writing thing the last couple of days, but I got there. I think these stories are good? but somehow they all ended up a bit soft. I hope you like them though 🤞 because it was a great request! Thank you 💜💜💜

@blacksnow160

Summary: Hyung line reaction when you get jealous.

Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood-drinking, murder, abuse, yandere themes.

Alpha! Namjoon

Normally you didn't consider yourself clingy. You enjoyed your personal space and your time alone. But at the same time, you've also become accustomed to Namjoon dropping everything to take care of you. This entire week though, he's been preoccupied with a territorial issue, and the last 3 nights he hasn't even come to bed.

Leaving you feeling a little discarded, to say the least.

Nevertheless, you're a mature adult, and you were able to let it go with the knowledge that Namjoon is an Alpha who has responsibilities and knowing that he would still rather be with you.

It is, however, a comfort that you have trouble holding on to whenever you see the new girl around him. It's not like you're jealous. It's just that she doesn't seem to know how to behave respectfully or appropriately around Namjoon. She always stands too close or looks at him a bit too much, and she's way too touchy. Only his elbow, arm, or shoulder. But it's like, get your fucking hands off him.

Rationally, you know Joon is your mate and you own his heart, mind, and body. Still, it doesn't stop you from tossing restlessly, laying in bed at 2 am, once again alone. The two things added together making you feeling sour. Feeling sick of being sent away while this other girl gets to stick around being way too familiar with your Boyfriend.

Coming downstairs in your pyjamas, you weave in among the wolves working your way to Namjoon. Standing at the dining table, looking over a mess of paper, he notices you right away a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

"Y/n, what are you doing up?"He asks, checking his watch.

There she is again, right next to him. Her hand casually coming off his shoulder when she sees you.

"It's late. Go back to bed, Beautiful." he coos.

You ignore his instruction. Wrapping to his side by pushing yourself between him and this girl, creating space for yourself with a not-so-subtle shoving of your elbow into her arm. Smiling up at him sweetly as he accepts your presence, hugging you tightly.

"We're going to be busy most of the night. You should go to bed." he leans down to whisper, his breath tickling your ear. He's trying not to draw the focus from the rest of the table into your personal discussion.

"I'll go up when you come with me." You whisper back.

"It's going to be a few more hours still baby." He sighs, seeming frustrated with the circumstances.

"Then I'm staying here."

"You shouldn't-"

"Don't argue with me Kim Namjoon. You're not going to win this one." While it's said in jest, you also mean it. He'll have to drag you upstairs to make you go. And if he steps foot in that bedroom, you both know you'll be able to make him stay.

"Oh really?" He challenges, fighting the smile growing on his face, not wanting to encourage your mischievous behaviour.

Grabbing the collar of his black tee, you pull him down to your height, smacking your lips against his. Kissing him passionately and longingly. Something you haven't been able to do for nearly a full week.

Letting his shirt go, his smile is fully grown. His dimples on display.

"Really." You finalize, looking up at him coquettishly.

You can see the struggle playing in his mind. He's extremely tempted to throw you over his shoulder and take you upstairs right now, his wolf fighting to shirk his responsibilities and give in to desire. His chest rumbling lowly as he winks down at you.

"Okay baby." his fingers dig into your hips, "If you're gonna play dirty, you can stay." He teases with a chuckle. Resisting the bait.

Feeling calmed and relaxed on the warmth of his hold again, a smug sense of pride fills your chest. From the corner of your eye, you can see her attention on the two of you. Your ego is not able to resist, and you shoot a cold pointed glare at her. A smirk creeping onto your face as she looks down, avoiding your eye line.

"Seeing as it's late, do you wanna make coffee for everyone?" You order her in the form of a question, speaking loudly enough for both her and Namjoon to hear your sassy, obvious tone.

She looks a little stunned. She'd just been promoted to the inner circle for this problem-solving session, and she doesn't seem pleased at being asked to perform menial tasks. Trying to go over your head, she looks at the Alpha for confirmation. But he doesn't give it to her. Instead, you can feel him nod, supporting your order. A full smile filling your face as you get his backing.

"Of course, Luna." she obeys, looking a little dejected.

"Thank you." you shoo her to action with a sing-song voice. Curling into Namjoons side, you can't help but feel authoritative. And a little bit victorious.

King! Seokjin

It had been nearly two weeks since you had seen Jin last. As frustrating as it was, you were genuinely missing him. There was a kind of energy he had when it was just the two of you. Something that filled you, and without him you were feeling like your own spirit was draining away.

It would be okay though, today Jin was coming back from visiting his wife and children. You're sure he missed you just as much as you missed him. That he was as excited to see you, as you were to see him. You were a little worried knowing that you would have to satisfy his sadism first, but you can tolerate it, thinking that at least you'll get to see his smile.

As the day is drawing to an end, you've finished all your tasks but you refuse to retire for the night, certain the King is going to call for you at any minute. Feeling a mix of excitement and relief when the staff manager comes to collect you.

Nearly skipping you rush to the dining hall, having been instructed to serve dinner to the King and his guest. Working with another maid to bring the meals from the kitchen.

Walking in, the smile you were trying to conceal disappears completely. Your stomach dropping. Jin's guest is the Princess. His wife.

You have to control your expression to hide your distress, feeling sick while serving him. His wife never comes down. She hasn't in a year and a half. Jin doesn't even really like her. It doesn't make sense why she's here.

With a curt bow, you remove the closh and place the plate down. Meeting the King's eye for a moment, you do your best to placify your appearance. Your efforts cracking when you see his lips pulling ever so slightly into a knowing smile.

He dismisses the other maid, but not you. Sending you to the waiting station by the wall. You're stuck watching over their conversation. Feeling more and more insecure as you look at the Princess's regality and beauty. Getting more frustrated as your mind runs rampant.

How long is she going to stay? It doesn't seem like they brought the Princes, so she has to go back soon. And what kind of mother leaves her children alone? It doesn't even matter that she's here, you know Jin likes you more. So what if she is really pretty, he can't hurt her like he can you. You make him happy. She's just a prop he was given to secure a treaty. He actually chose you.

Slowly, you're building yourself into a craze. Making yourself feel sad until the very end of the meal. Finally, their dinner date ends and he stands, kindly bowing to see her off. Leaving only you and him in the hall.

Relaxing back in his seat, he finishes the remainder of his drink.

"Y/n." Holding his empty glass to the side, he calls you over. You follow his gesture and top up his cup. Avoiding looking directly at him again. Pacing back to your place when he stops you.

"Come here." He grins, enjoying how uncomfortable you are. "You met my wife today." He pushes the difficult topic, again probing for your reaction.

Nodding softly, you're trying to not let your bitterness out. You know Jin doesn't like it when you pout.

"Are you jealous Princess?" He holds his hand out for you to take, leading you closer to him. Leaning back to create a space for you on his lap. Guiding you over him with your legs spread.

"No, your Majesty." You shake your head, your pause and hesitation giving away the truth.

Jin's gentle touch comes off your hand, his grip instead ripping back your hair, arching your back and nearly yanking you off of his lap. Biting back a shriek, you can't keep entirely quiet, whimpering as his fist curls tighter and closer to your scalp.

"Are you lying to me?" His mouth latches onto your shoulder, biting into your muscle vindictively. Unbridling that scream you had tried to smother.

"Yes. I'm sorry your Majesty!" you cry out, tears building in your eyes. "I'm jealous. I missed you. I want you-" all the truth is pouring out, but you hesitate worried you're being too bold, "all to myself."

His grip comes out of your hair. His hand instead raking down your chest, leaving painful red marks as each nail digs along the skin. Continuing lower, tearing the buttons on your dress. Yanking down your bra also, exposing your breasts. His other hand hikes the fabric up around your thighs, stopping on your waist, lowering your hips into him.

Pinching your nipple, he draws you closer until his lips are just off yours. Gasping through the initial pain, you can only whine and bite your lip to further keep quiet.

"Go on Princess. Prove to me why I should have missed you."

Assassin! Yoongi

Over the past couple of weeks, Yoongi would be gone for days at a time. Coming back in a strangely talkative and happy mood. You were as miserable and depressed as always, but his vigour was somehow revitalizing and comforting. It made him easier to deal with. It made him less moody. And it made your life easier. So to begin with you were very happy that he was happy.

That was until he mentioned a name in passing. A woman's name. Someone he was working with on a project.

As soon as you heard him talking positively about her, a pang of anxiety spiked through your stomach. From then on it rested in your gut, making you irritated, uncomfortable, and flustered every time you heard about or thought about her.

It was the strangest thing. You hated Yoongi, you're sure of it. But he was all you had. And hearing him talk about another woman, even though it sounded platonic, the adoration in his voice was hurting you in a way you never expected.

Slowly you had to work through this feeling on your own. You couldn't bear to let Yoongi know, not certain what he would do with the information that you were, in lack of a better word, jealous.

The more you heard about this woman, you knew you could never be as impressive as her. Every detail sounding equally terrifying and awe-inspiring. To be honest the specifics slipped your mind, as you were mostly wrapped up in self-pity when Yoongi spoke about her.

All you know is that you felt inferior, and you were craving, longing to feel that kind of importance to Yoongi, also. Resenting the fact that this other person was so easily able to bring joy and energy out of him.

Over the next couple of weeks, you spent every waking moment thinking about how to make Yoongi happy. Not just avoiding annoying him, like you usually did, but instead thinking about how to bring him genuine enjoyment.

One time you spent hours making him a meal. Making something you knew he would love. But, unfortunately, he only complained about the mess. He said he wasn't hungry and left you to throw the food away and clean up.

Another time, you had planned a full evening of activities. Movies, snacks, games that would help you get to know each other better, anything fun you could organize with your limited resources. Only, he wasn't in the mood to play, or talk. He only wanted one thing, and when he was done, he left you alone in your room, feeling used and a bit sore.

However, that gave you an idea. Maybe you could connect with him physically first. Then that might give you a way for something, anything more to develop.

This time, you set the house up with candles, music, wine, chocolate strawberries, everything you'd seen in movies. Waiting for him on the couch in something a little provocative. But, as soon as he comes in from the garage he looks more annoyed than impressed. Rolling his eyes, ordering you to your room.

By this stage it's late, you're tired, and you're losing your mind trying to make him happy. You were fighting so hard for his attention, and he was barely tolerating you. You aren't thinking clearly as you snap at him.

"Why?!" You yell, stomping your foot down. "I'm working so hard and you're just being an asshole!"

The words come out and you instantly regret them. His straight expression hardening.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You rush to him, wrapping your arms around his chest trying to soothe any reaction. "Just tell me what I can do." You plead. Exasperated by so many failed attempts.

"That depends. What do you want?" He honestly questions, looking down at you.

You weren't exactly prepared to answer this question. You're not sure you really know.

"I'm your's right?" you say with big eyes, your voice coming out so softly, feeling embarrassed even though you're mimicking his words. "I get that I have to be yours. But then you have to be mine too." Your voice trembles.

Finally, it makes sense to Yoongi. Your change in demeanour, and in behaviour. Why you've been so needy. Why you've been trying to get his attention. He understands now. And that was most of what was annoying him. Not knowing why you were acting differently.

He steps out of your grasp, calling for you to follow him upstairs. You're not so nervous as you do. Surprisingly, the revelation has given Yoongi has a warm smile.

Falling back onto his bed, he taps the space beside him, inviting you to join him. You climb into the middle of the bed, resting in the place he set for you, his arm laid out under your head. He curls into you, gently wrapping his arm over your waist. Hugging you.

For the first time ever, he is showing you some kind of affection. For the first time, he's actually making a gesture of warmth and comfort. You couldn't even let yourself think that Yoongi could be capable of this. Having spent so many months isolated and alone. Even when you weren't locked up.

Hating yourself for not being stronger, you break into silent tears. Biting your thumb to stifle any sobs.

While reason is battling in your head, telling you that it's a bad idea to form any kind of emotional attachment to him, you don't want to listen to logic right now. Letting yourself cling to Yoongi and the desperately needed human connection.

Vampire! Hoseok

There was a delicate balance to your relationship with Hoseok. You couldn't exactly rely on his moods to be stable, but you could rely on his obsession with you. It was the only thing that kept you feeling secure. Feeling certain that when he bit you next he wouldn't let you bleed out. Or that when he hit you or cut you or hurt you, that he wasn't going to leave you to suffer in agony but would heal you. Because he wanted to keep you. You were his.

It was a twisted kind of reassurance. But it's what you had, so it's what you worked with.

You knew the source of his obsession. It was you as a person, sure. But you weren't kidding yourself. Mostly, his infatuation was with your blood. Hoseok wasn't specific about it, but you had overheard some of the other Vampires discussing you. Apparently, you smell delicious, and that's why he never lets you wander the house with any cuts. That's why you were locked away every 28 days. And that's why you were his only.

It didn't make sense to you, there was nothing different about you.

But somehow you'd fallen in and become the star of your very own YA horror story.

Whatever the cause though, you were aware that Hoseok's addiction to your blood was the reason that he kept you. Without that, he might simply kill you, or worse, he might throw you to one of the other bloodsuckers who look at you like a happy meal they want to fuck.

Which is probably why you were so defensive when you saw him biting another girl.

Sitting on the back terrace looking over the gated property, Hoseok and a few of his creations were sitting in the moonlight enjoying a drink. You'd come downstairs expecting to be his refill when you see him sinking his fangs into the arm of one of the human pets.

Frustration floods through your body, a new kind of anger making your hands shake. A malicious and honestly, not-all-together thought out idea springs into your head. You've never seen him drink from anyone else before, and you need to remind him that he should only want you.

Taking a serrated peeler from the bar at the side of the terrace, you hold it concealed in your palm, going up to the first Vampire leaning there.

"Are you thirsty?" you ask, speaking lowly. He, like all the others, know you're Hoseok's, and so he rightfully looks uncomfortable being near you. Stepping into his personal space, you raise your arm under his chin and run the sharp blade across the top of your forearm. His eyes immediately going black, his fangs bared. Unable to resist what you're offering.

Behind you, every single one of them turns their heads, smelling you the second blood gathers on your skin.

In a flash, Hoseok is between the two of you. Ripping his teeth into the guy's neck, tearing his throat out. Killing him in an instant.

Breathing heavily, he turns to you with blood washed down his front. His eyes murderous and cold.

Retaliating, you storm towards the human-pet and shove her with all of your might, pushing her down the stone tile steps onto the grass. Watching her tumble into a heap.

Those around you have gone dead quiet, none of them even daring to look directly at either of you.

"How dare you?" He seethes, stalking towards you. But you're not backing down. You know better than to retreat from him when he charges.

"How dare I?" you scream. "How dare you drink from that skank!" An enraged Hoseok is something all of his offspring know to fear. Steadily you can see them clearing the space around the two of you. Withdrawing from whatever this is leading to.

"You want to tell me who I can eat?!" He growls, his hand shooting around your neck, holding you but not choking you. "You're a blood bag that I keep as a toy!"

"If that's all, then I'll let all of them feed on me too."

His hand constricts, restricting your air. "I'll kill anyone that tries."

"Then," you gasp, your words coming out short. "only me." you pull your hair off your shoulder, turning your neck as far to the side as you can. Throwing his head back, he takes the invitation, sinking his fangs into your jugular, swallowing down mouthfuls of your blood.

Holding onto his shoulders, you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing yourself closer to his mouth. Hoseok's arms wrapping around your ass, keeping you up.

Pushed back by your momentum, he stumbles a few steps, dropping down onto the open sofa chair. You landing on his lap, straddling his thighs.

As more of your blood is drained, and you get lightheaded, the pain starts to slip and your body starts to float. A euphoric sensation, akin to being high consuming you.

You tangle your hands up into his hair tugging it, massaging his scalp. You've become so accustomed to him fucking you when he feeds from you, that whenever he bites you, you get turned on. Your body reacting out of instinct. Slowly grinding down, rocking your hips into him as you start to get him hard. The friction feeling good making you moan. Making you move faster with pleasure tingling through your core also.

"Hobi," you moan. Shivering, as his tongue runs up your wounds.

Your gentle whine catches his attention. A surprised expression on his face that shifts into a smile as he leans back to watch you. His focus on you making you feel slightly embarrassed, slowing your motions until they stop altogether.

Biting his tongue, your eyes meet for a moment before he kisses his blood into your mouth, the copper taste feeling soothing and familiar. Your body relaxing completely knowing you'll wake up healed.

"Mine." He whispers into your lips.

The blood loss pulls you into unconsciousness, your head dropping onto his shoulder. The euphoric feeling swallowing you up as you purr back. "Mine."

[ladycatofwinterfell]

Sweet as cake

Summary: Ned surprises his wife with lemon cakes

Did someone say fluff? Because this is just that and nothing else

It had seemed like a stupid thing, but he knew every worried thought was worth it when he saw the light in her eyes. That such a small thing could bring so much happiness, it was strange. Though at least she was happy so that did not matter.

“You sent for lemons?” she asked, her voice a bit higher than usual.

Ned had never seen her smile as wide as she did when she watched the lemon cakes sitting on the table.

“I did.”

“For me?”

“For you.”

Last time she had been with child she had eaten every cake she could get her hands on and lemon cakes had been her favourite. And lately Ned had noticed her appetite for sweet things increasing as she grew rounder around the middle and so had decided he might as well secure the supply. As well as make sure she could have what she liked best.

“Oh Ned, you’ll make me weep.”

She grabbed his face and forced his head down, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then on to his lips. It was too quick for him to return it, he had barely realised what she was doing before she had turned back to the plate of cakes standing on the table before them.

“This really was not necessary, but thank you, my love” she said.

By the end of the sentence she had already taken a large bite out of a cake. Ned could only stand there and smile as he watched her close her eyes and hum with contentment. He wondered if there was a greater joy than the one in him as he knew he had made his wife so very happy.

Once she opened her eyes she seemed to realise he hadn’t touched the plate.

“Take one!”

“Oh no, they’re for you” he responded.

Ned had never been particularly fond of cakes and similar treats, the sweetness was not at all something that appealed to him.

Before he knew it she had one right under his nose.

“Take a bite.”

Who was he to refuse that?

It wasn’t bad at all, the slightly sour sweetness was a pleasant taste, but he wouldn’t have wanted much of it. Not that he would have been able to take another bite as Catelyn had finished the rest of it while she looked at him with glowing eyes.

“It was good” he said, nodding.

“So good!”

Somehow Catelyn managed to fit an entire cake into her mouth, giving her a striking resemblance to a squirrel.

“My beautiful lady” Ned chuckled.

He leaned down and kissed her nose before turning to pour himself a cup of wine.

“Your round and happy lady” Catelyn managed to get out after chewing for a bit.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Ned went to sit on the furs they had placed in front of the hearth. She followed, carrying the plate of cakes and placing it in front of them.

“I feel like a child” she sighed as she arranged her skirts around her. “But also I have been wanting these for weeks.”

“And yet you didn’t ask for it.”

“The cost and work required didn’t seem justified when I considered that my only reason is that I’m with child and always hungry for everything sweet.”

Had their coffins been empty and their people starving it would have been an issue, but as it was they had means to fill their castle with everything required to make her sweets.

Ned reached out with his free hand and ran it through her hair. When she was with child it was even thicker and more lustrous, he thought more of it than was reasonable. A large part of his time was spent thinking about when he could touch it again.

“That is not an issue as of now” he told her.

“Once winter comes I will kick you out of my bed because if you get me with child and I can’t have whatever food I wish I will go mad” she informed him in turn.

“Then I’m very happy for that summer has yet to end.”

She moved closer to him and he welcomed her with open arms, let her lean against him. She was warm and soft and lovely. The flickering light from the fire in the hearth gave her a wonderful glow.

“Not more than I, dearest husband.”

She turned her face up and kissed him. He could taste the lemon cakes on her lips, feel how she smiled.

“Had I not already been with child I would have commanded you to put one in me now” she mumbled as they parted. “But that is already done so I will just eat my cakes.”

“Do so” he chuckled.

“Oh nothing will stop me” she said and took another bite of a cake.

Never had a woman shoving more cake into her mouth than could possibly fit been so endearing.

[burntmcnuggies]

Jealous Bird (Smut)

Jealous! Hawks x Reader

Warnings: sexual themes, strong language, feral Hawks, rut, unprotected sex, and a jealous birb, 18+ only please! :D

If you’d like the fluff version and not the smut, you can go here! ➪ Fluff <3

“Mornin’ chicken wing. What’re we doin’ for breakfast? I paid last time so this is allll on you.” Hawks sent a playful wink towards you as he landed beside you from his previous place in the air, holding his hand up and rubbing his index and thumb together as a sign he wanted you to pay. You rolled your eyes and rose your hand, mocking him. “Don’t forget who spent hours doing YOUR paperwork because a certain birdbrain was too lazy to do it.” Hawks held up his hands in defeat and slumped over, sticking out his bottom lip, over exaggerating his facial expressions. He whined and let his wings droop. “C’mon just one more time? Pretty please with your favorite pretty bird on top?”

“Stop dragging your wings, you’re gonna get them dirty.” You scolded and pat his back, slightly feeling how tense his shoulder were. You were about to offer to give him a massage later, not wanting your friend to have to sleep tonight with stiff muscles until you noticed something. His wings were almost glowing a whole new shade now. Such a vibrant and beautiful color. It was then realizing how close you were that you could hear a faint cooing bubbling from his throat. “...? The fuck are you doing Hawks?” He looked over confused and tilted his head. You grumbled at his lack of knowing exactly what he was doing. “Do you even have complete control over your body? You don’t even realize you’re whistling and cooing like some pigeon.”

You completely missed the pissed off look that crossed his face at your comment. He plastered on a cheeky smile and put his hands behind his back, picking his wings off the ground and tucking them firmly behind his back. “Nah, sometimes my bird-side comes out, especially during spring. God I go fuckin’ crazy. Sometimes it’s early and I have to take a whole week off a work!” You looked up to a couple trees you both passed while you were walking to your usual breakfast place, KFC —Although you always debate you want to go somewhere else. It was late winter, very close to spring, about March. You never kept up with the date. “Why do you take a whole week off?”

“People with animal quirks like me would understand. Just like Mirko! Haha, I’m sure she’s the worst right now bein’ it’s early March!” He laughed and put his hands out, his hands snaking into his pockets to firmly stick there. You pouted, wanting to know exactly what Hawks was talking about. You told Hawks everything, but he didn’t give you the same treatment. “I’ll just ask Mirko later then if you refuse to tell me.” Hawks quickly wagged his finger side to side in front of your face, his other hand being placed on his hip now. You were familiar with his body language and how much he loved using his hands. “Nah ah, chicken wing. You do that and she’s gonna pounce on you. You won’t see light for days!”

“Mirko has accidentally jumped on me before, it’s not like we haven’t sparred before! I can withstand some punches and kicks!” Hawks sulked again, his hands digging back into his pockets, displaying his annoyance that you weren’t listening to him. He just looked away and shrugged his shoulders back. “Just trust me, kiddo. It’d be for the best you didn’ see Mirko, especially at a time like this. I know how she feels.” You were starting to get irritated at his lack of response to your question, only dodging it and making you sit in suspense. Finally you gave up and decided to bring it back up later. “I’m just gonna stop asking, you’re obviously not gonna answer me are you?”

“Haha! Nope! You know me too well, (Y/N).” You both arrived at KFC, immediately greeted by the manager and many of Hawks’ fans who knew he came there a lot. Many asked for his autograph or a selfie, but he refused politely. “I’ll do some after I get some chicken! I’m starved!” Super fans offered to even pay for his food, to which he declined, saying that you were kind enough to have already offered to pay for his food. A total fat lie! He begged you to pay! You sent him a glare and proceeded just to order both your meals while Hawks spoke with his fans. “Well, guess I can start now! Who’s first?” After he saw you were paying and ordering, he began to sign autographs and take selfies that would no doubt be on social media in minutes.

“Man! I sure do have a lot of supportive and loyal fans! Must suck never bein’ noticed.” Hawks passively insulted your rank as a pro hero by taking a jab at your ranking. You were somewhere in the mid thirties. Not popular at all, especially in this part of Japan where Hawks was born. “At least I have fans who aren’t thirsty for me! Getting all wet and horny at night thinking of their hero Hawks taking them from behind~” You smirked and rose your hands shrugging your shoulders, before hugging yourself. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and squirming with a dreamy smile, mocking his thirsty fan girls. “Oh Hawks! Please I’ll do anything for you! Take me! Oh please fuck my sopping pussy with your big fat cock til I can’t move anymore! Mm! Cum inside me! Let me bare your kids!

You didn’t notice the way his wings trembled and his face reddened, his avian eyes widening as he watched you speak so lewdly. He shook it off quickly before he got out of control and leaned forward towards you smirking. “At least I have fans thirstin’ for my cock~ haven’t heard of anyone wantin’ your boring ass!” He gave a closed eye smile and brought his hands up to give you a big fat thumbs down. Your eye twitched and you remained silent, not having a comment. That was until you remembered a villain hitting on you not too long ago. “Well at least I’ve had a villain fawn over me! I can still remember it clearly! ‘Oh fuck, I would turn good to get a piece of that ass!’”

This time you noticed how his brows furrowed, and his wings fluffed up, almost as if he just had a whole shiver rake through his body. “When was this?” He asked, his head now resting in his right hand, staring intently. You thought about it for a minute, before taking a wild guess. “Ehh, about like a couple months ago.” This only put him in a more sour mood. You didn’t understand why he was acting so strange. Maybe it was what you talked about? Obviously you’d never talked about anything sexual with Hawks, but on the topic of thirty fans aching for him, you wanted to make jokes since he was always mocking you and making sly insults. “Sorry... I didn’t mean to make things awkward.”

“Nah, it’s fine. It’s not your fault. Well... it kinda is.” He admitted afterwards and smirked at you teasingly as if you would already know it was your fault. You frowned, about to open your mouth again before they called your number to get your food. You sighed and stood from your seat, walking over to the counter and retrieving the food, however, you were stopped by a man. He was young, about nineteen or twenty, quite handsome. “Excuse me miss, this may sound really straightforward and all but, you’re really pretty, and I was wondering if I could get your number?” You blushed a bit and looked away. You were a bit weary, but decided anyways. “I-I don’t know... I guess so. You seem nice. It’s-“

“Hey there, you gotta hobby of stealin’ other people’s things?” A gloved band came in contact with your shoulder, and a large shadow cast over you and the man in front of you. The man gasped in amazement at seeing the number two pro hero standing before him, it would’ve been a better experience if Hawks wasn’t threatening him with his looks and smart-ass remarks. “Huh? Oh! S-Sorry I didn’t-“ Hawks rudely interrupted the man, his gloved hand squeezing harder. His smile was obviously forced, and his feathers were starting to fluff up every second that past he stood in front of this guy. “Eh don’t worry about, you didn’ know. Now that ya do, don’t come near her again, Kay?”

And in the blink of an eye, Hawks pulled you away and out of the fast food restaurant. He aggressively pulled out the food and shoved yours against your chest, unwrapping his quickly and munching on it. “What the hell Hawks?! That was a bit much! He was being nice! It’s not like we’re dating or anything...” You trailed off, watching his wings twitch and fluff. You had noticed his strange behavior for a couple days now. His feathers would fluff up every now and again —you had no idea why— especially near men. “You should be thankin’ me chicken wing. I just saved you from a world of heartbreak.”

“That’s not your place to decide, Hawks. I don’t intervene when women ask for your phone number.” You crossed yours arms and turned your nose up at his childish behavior. He didn’t respond, finishing his breakfast and throwing away his trash in a nearby can. His hands slipping back into his pockets, displaying that he was closing himself off from you now. Of course, you began to become irritated at his lack of voice, but you decided to let it go and not pressure him further. “You’ve been acting weird lately ya know? I’m getting worried...”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.” Oh how you hated his emotionless voice, so bland and robotic, it honestly pained you. His eyes were sharp, quick to notice your saddened expression. Hawks sighed heavily and stuck his bottom lip out, wrapping his arm around your arms and pulling you close to him. “I’m one of the top five pros, you don’ gotta worry about me, chicken wing. Cheer up.” You smiled and shoved him off, only a bit happy his cocky and arrogant behavior had returned. The Hawks you knew and cherished. “You know, I hate you sometimes, but I can’t help but love you at the same time.”

“Who doesn’t love me? The sexiest bird-man around.” He smirked and gave you a flirtatious look, a small sound bubbling from his throat similar to a whistle. You returned his smirk with a teasing smile. You were almost immune to his flirty charm, key-word; almost. Hawks was definitely an attractive man. Those piercing eyes with dark markings around them, only making the color pop and glow. His messy hair swept back and disheveled. Let’s not forget about those bushy eyebrows of his, they almost look like feathers from his wings, only a beautiful ashy blonde color just like his hair. You could probably do without his egotistical attitude and vulgar tongue, but that was still all part of his charm. “Move!”

You were surprised by Hawks suddenly grabbing you and jerking you out of the way of an attack from a villain. You were right there in his chest, feeling his warmth, hearing the harsh thumping of his heart at the thought of almost losing you. Before he had a chance to say what he wanted. “Well there goes our leisurely patrol. And more paper work on our desks.” Hawks grunted in annoyance and took to the air. You finally regained your composure and got into your fighting stance. “Ready to kick some ass Hawks?! Whoever lands the final blow is treated to lunch!”

“Heh, you don’t stand a chance! Show me whatcha got!”

—

“Thanks Edgeshot... I totally owe you one.” You scratched their back of your neck with an awkward smile as you stood in front of the current number four hero. While Hawks was on the assault, eager to show off and boost his already high ego, you tried to get a sneak attack in, but the villain noticed you. They were about to attack you, before Edgeshot came and got you out of the way. Hawks didn’t take this too well. He became angry immediately and finished off the villain in a matter of seconds. “No thanks necessary, (H/N). I was just doing my job.” You hated being in debt to someone more than anything, so you quickly threw out an offer.

“Please! Let me take you out for drinks! Honestly! I’ve gotta do something! I-“ Suddenly a large shadow cast over you for the second time that day. You turned around and shrunk down noticing Hawks’ wings spread wide, fluffed to the brim and shaking in anger. His face was red and his eyes were narrowed at Edgeshot. He was angry at himself for not being able to protect you himself, and at Edgeshot for rescuing you and holding you close. That was supposed to be him. “H-Hawks? What’s wron-“ Edgeshot was the one who answered your main question earlier before Hawks could even get another word out. The answer shocked you to your core, finally understand why he was acting so weird.

“He’s showing his dominance, and in a public place no less, how careless.” You looked at the ninja hero confused before you turned your attention back to Hawks. Dominance? His wings were such a beautiful vibrant color now. A shade of red you’d never seen them before on him. A sudden flash captured your eyes, taking your attention away from his beautiful wings. The media was eating this up. Soon it would reach the Hero Public Safety Commission and the president would not like this one bit. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). But I’m impatient, I can’t wait any longer.” Your eyes widened as your attention was fully back on Hawks now. You opened your mouth about to ask what he meant, but something was preventing you from doing so.

Hawks’ lips were firmly placed upon your own, his bright red rings wrapping around the both of you to shield you from any watchful eyes wanting to take a peek at you. His lips were soft, his hands finding themselves on your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You were shocked, your eyes wide, heart hammering wildly out of your chest at the sudden action. Slowly, you began to kiss him back, falling victim to his charm and passionate ways. He was quickly heating up the kiss, but you placed your hands on his chest firmly, pushing him away just enough to separate your lips. He was chasing your lips, desperate to get another kiss. “Hawks what-“

“I’m tired of waiting. I can’t fucking hold it in any longer. I know I’m impatient, but you make it so fucking hard to hold back sometimes.” You opened your mouth about to question, but the only thing that came from your mouth was a terrified scream having Hawks launch you both into the air and fly quickly through the skies. You held onto him for dear life, screaming at him to put you down. You nearly hugged the ground when Hawks reached a luxury penthouse apartment. “What the hells the matter with y- mmm!” He forced his lips onto you quickly, roughly grabbing your body and pulling you against him. His wings still outstretched and flapping slightly.

His feathers went to open the sliding glass door, pushing you inside while still having your lips firmly connected. He was hungry, eating your mouth like it was the only thing he’d had in years. His tongue forced its way passed your lips, dominating the inside of your mouth with his fiery passion. Your hands clawed at his fluffy tan jacket, pulling him closer, your body now aching to be touched more by him. He was just so intoxicating. It was starting to get hard to breath after a while, and you tried to pull yourself away, but he moved with you, keeping your lips firmly together. He only parted away to growl out an order to you. “Breath through your nose.”

His hands were on you again, thick gloved hands trailing down your waist to grab a handful of your tasty ass. A squeak flew out of your lips, allowing him deeper access to your mouth than he already had. You couldn’t deny the dampness beginning to build down there. Your panties were now wet with your slick, making you slightly uncomfortable with the way the damp fabric rubbing against your folds. “God.” He breathed against your lips, not even giving you a second to catch your breath before he was on you again. His hands quickly got towork on getting your shirt off. “I can smell your fuckin’ arousal. Fuck it’s intoxicating. You drive me fucking crazy!”

“H-Hawks! W-Wait!” You voiced your want to stop and talk whatever he was feeling out, but just seeing that lustful passionate look in his eyes, it was a lost cause. His pupils were blown with lust, his breathing heavy and ragged, desperate to start touching you again. “It’s your fault... all your fuckin’ fault it came early. Now be a good baby bird and take responsibility.” You didn’t have time to refuse before he was on you again, his lips finding their way harshly to your neck, his teeth lightly biting. You jerked your head to the side, moaning softly at the feeling of his canines digging into your skin. Your heart was hammering harshly against your chest feeling his thick glove drift up your shirt, roughly grabbing your boobs, groaning at the squishy feeling in his hands. “I didn’ want you to see me like this... but after all the shit that’s happened today... I can’t hold back. Not anymore. That was out the door whenever you started mocking my thirty fans.”

He pulled your shirt over your head quickly, pushing you back into his couch while his hands grabbed your waist, his tongue sliding across the top of your breasts. A shiver raked through your body, low pants leaving your mouth as you watched his mouth move lower. In a flash of red, a feather came up and sliced your bra open, being the impatient man he is, he didn’t want to struggle with getting it off you just to see those perky nips of yours. You were quick to cover yourself, too embarrassed showing your best friend your body like that. It’s not like you would ever look at each other the same after this. A strong grip enclosed around your wrists, Hawks grabbing your wrists and pinning them by your sides.

“H-Hawks...” Your breathy whisper of his name drove him almost mad. He breathed onto one of your nipples, hot breath fanning over the entirety of your perky buds. You squirmed in discomfort and whimpered, your body betraying your mind, desperately wanting his mouth on you. “Hah... I knew you wanted me just as much as I fucking wanted you. How long, how long have you wanted me? Tell me. Tell me how much you crave me right now, ‘cause I can’t get enough!” He drew out the flat of his tongue, running it over your nipple, all while his golden eyes stared right at you expressions. Your legs clinched together tightly feeling a tingling sensation spread from his lick. “Hawks no, mmm~ you cant...”

“I can, and I will, you’re mine, and I’m not lettin’ you out of my apartment until I’ve marked you as mine, and you’ve got so much fucking cum inside you that you’ll already look pregnant.” Your eyes widened and you jerked away from him. Pregnant?! Was he out of his mind?! You weren’t even dating yet! Sure you’ve had feelings for him for a long time now but this was all moving too fast! “What did you expect? I’m gonna breed you so fuckin’ good. So fucking good. You won’t be able to think about anyone else but me.” Now it all clicked. What he said earlier, how he was acting now. Why hadn’t you noticed it sooner? He practically told you everything this morning, you were just too stupid to consider it.

Mating season.

That’s why his feathers had been brighter, the cooing and whistling coming from his throat. The displays of dominance to other men who you conversed with. Courting traits for a male trying to attract a female. You weren’t dumb, animals mated to do one thing, and one thing only. Reproduce. Their instinct immediately is to find a female and mate with them, reproduce and leave. However, this wasn’t always the case in some. “Fuck, you smell so damn good down here. Your pussy’s so wet for me already. And I haven’t even done anything, yet. Looks like you’ve become a thirsty fan, huh? Wanting my cum deep inside you and gettin’ wet while I manhandle you? Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.”

“Hawks m-more~” You were hesitant to ask him for more, worrying for your poor body and your sensitive heart. Only sensitive for him. You accepted your feelings for him, struggling to voice your new found notion to him. He growled lowly in response to your request, hands hastily pulling your pants off in one fell swoop. He was absolutely feral. “I wanna eat you out so fuckin’ bad. Your sweet pussy, sopping snd beggin’ to be stuffed, fuck.” He has a particularly vulgar tongue most of the time, but never like this. He always expressed how hard it was for him to hold back, but this was a completely different side of him you’d never seen. It was like he was feral. A complete animal. “Oh, I’m gonna tongue fuck the shit out of you. You’ll cum all over my tongue, just like how you’re gonna squirt all over my cock.”

He stood up quickly, his feathers dispersing to shrug his jacket off before he pulled his tight shirt over his head. Just like that his wings came back to life, flapping slightly as a readjustment. His gloves were removed as well, now you could feel his bare hands roaming over your exposed body. He dropped to his knees, spreading your legs and putting your inner thighs around his head, but not too tight. He approached your entrance, a damp spot clearly evident on your fabric panties. His fingertips dug into your thighs, pushing his face flush against your panties. He let out a breathy moan against your wet folds protected by your panties, subconsciously humping the couch for even the slightly bit of pressure against his hard cock.

“Hah, fuuuuck. I’m so horny, everything’s so hot. Let’s get these cute little panties off. Don’t wanna rip ‘em now. Need something to hold my cum inside your pretty pussy so you bare my kids.” Hawks grabbed your panties and pulled them down your legs and onto the floor. He kneeled on his knees in front of the couch, his head between your legs, your feet propped against the coffee table, and your hands gripping the couch anywhere you could, desperately wanting to grab his messy hair. “Oh god...” He moaned at the sight of your sopping pussy, your slick slowly dripping onto the couch much to your embarrassment.

“D-Don’t stare dumba- H-Hawks!” You cried out his name in surprise once he drove his face deep into your crotch. His nose firmly pressed against your sensitive clit, his tongue diving deep into your cunt without warning. Your hands dove straight to his hair, pulling at his blonde locks trying to keep yourself composed from his pleasure. “Oh fuck! Oh Hawks! Sh-Shit! Mmm baby yes~” Your head was spinning, his teeth lightly pressing against yours folds. It didn’t help anything with all of the lewd smacking and slurping of his tongue eating you out so damn good. “Ahh! N-No Wait! Your tongue! It’s so... Ngh! Deep!”

“Keep moaning for me, just like that. Moan for me and don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.” The vibrations of his lips against your sensitive pussy cause you to flinch and squirm against his sinful touch, fingers pulling at his hair harder. An unexpected groan escaped his lips as he went back to work, tongue swirling and digging around, searching for that one spot that would make your world come undone. You continued to moan and call out his name, instinctively pushing his head deeper. His movements were quick and sloppy, savoring every lick of your delicious fluids, groaning lewdly against your pussy’s lips once he found that spot. “Oh fuck! Right there! Mm~! More! Please a-again!”

He ruthlessly began to abuse that spot, pushing his tongue harshly against it and attempting to massage it. His fingers poked and prodded at your insides, pushing his fingers past and replacing his tongue with those long slim fingers of his. Your head was now thrown back against the couch, releasing his hair and clawing at the couch for dear life, desperately clinging to anything you could grab. You moaned at the foreign feeling, forgetting what if even felt like to have sex. You had a fleeting experience in your last year of high school, but that was it. One time thing. Now here you are doing it again, with your best friend no less, or were you even friends anymore? His fingers worked on making sure you were prepared for him. You were enjoying yourself, being pleasured by the man you’ve hidden your feelings from for years. Him however...

His cheeks were dusted pink, sweat trickling down his forehead with some of his curly blonde locks sticking to his face. His breathing was ragged, heavy and stuttered with a thick sense of desire behind it. His wings were quivering, the color so vibrant it could rival a neon sign. Now you didn’t know much about their nature, but you could tell just by looking at his wings that he was very excited and desperate. “Gotta get you nice and prepared for me right, chicken wing? Gotta get you ready to take my fat cock.” His lewd words made your world just so much hotter. You could feel your arousal leaking down your pussy to your puckered hole and down onto Hawks’ expensive couch. “Ahh! St-Stop! I’m-Im gonna cum! Oh god I’m gonna cum!”

He jerked his fingers out quickly, grunting in the process as he lustfully stared at his fingers coated in your juices. He breathed out a moan while he kicked away all your juices, growling lowly in possessiveness. “Sorry chicken wing but... I want you to cum on my cock. I want to feel you clampin’ down on me, cumming so hard you faint. Screaming my name at the top of your lungs so that everyone knows that you’re mine! All fuckin’ mine.” Your eyes widened seeing him sit up more, pushing his pants down the rest of the way before kicking them off, leaving him in only his red boxers. His arousal was definitively clear, noticing how the head of his cock peeked out from the waistband, leaking pre-cum, tip red and aching. The sight was undeniable steamy, your legs clenching together with your thighs slowly rubbing together. “That’s right baby. Already thirstin’ for my cock, aren’t you? Fuckin’ slut. My slut. Hah... fuck I gotta be inside you.”

He pushed his boxers down, revealing his aching hard-on. Balls lulling down, full of cum, ready to be emptied out inside of your tight pussy. Without thinking, you sat up slowly coming close to his erection. You could smell his heavily masculine and musky scent from where you were, but you needed more of him. You sadly didn’t get far before he grabbed your head and pushed you back. “Nah ah, baby. Not today. I’m too fuckin’ horny and desperate to let you suck my cock today. Next time.” Next time? There was going to be a next time? Your heart hammered harshly knowing your long time friend and crush planned on doing all of this again with you. “Hang on tight, dove. It’s gonna be a long bumpy ride.”

“W-Wait!” You watched in worry as Hawks pinned you down, spreading your legs and positioning himself. You hadn’t taken him seriously, but now you regret it. “P-Protecti- Ahn~!” You couldn’t even protest once he pushed himself inside, moaning loudly at the sinful heat that engulfed his cock, heating up his entire body more than it already was. His wings flapped slowly, occasionally twitching as he impatiently waited for you to get used to his size. The cool breeze sorta calmed you down, taking your attention away from the pain nestled in your lower regions. “Fuck, can I move? Please, please let me move.”

Good god did he sound fucking hot begging.

“Yeah, y-you can- MMM! Fuck!” You threw your head back, pleasure spreading through your body. As soon as he heard the word “yeah” he immediately got to work on fucking your cunt until you were overflowing with his cum. You harshly bit your lip, holding in your embarrassing noises from his ears, however, he had no problem not hiding them from you. “Fuck, fuck, hah... don’t hide your moans from me. I wanna fuckin’ hear ‘em. Let everyone know who’s fucking you, who you belong to, and that you’re m-mine! Fuck!” He breathlessly moaned against your face, ramming himself into you repeatedly. Your hands were now on his back, clawing down his muscular back. He growled lowly into your ear, breathily cursing. “D-Damnit! Can’t... f-find it! Ahh... hah... fuck chicken wing, fuck yeah!”

His husky grunts were dangerously bordering animalistic. His pants were ragged, hips never faltering in movement, his wings flapping slightly and quivering every now and again. “Yeah baby? You like me fucking you? I’m gonna breed you so fuckin’ good. You’ll bare m-my clutch! You’re mine, ahhaahh! Fuck!” You were crying his name, clenching his back with your legs squeezing on either side of his waist. His cock was hammering against a bundle of nerves in your body you didn’t even know you had. “Hawks! Oh god! Please! Slow down-!” He pulled out quickly, leaving you a whimpered mess without that full feeling in your stomach. He flipped you over, hastily ramming himself back in you from behind, his wild thrusts getting harder. “Yeah, fuck yeah! There it is! Yeah! Gonna cum right in that womb if yours, you’re gonna be so round and pregnant with my kids! N-Nobody’ll ever come near you again! They’ll know you’re mine! My dove! My b-baby!”

His hot hands pushed your lower back, slamming you down against the couch and brutally fucking your tight pussy like no tomorrow, animalistic growls leaving his lips, teeth burying into your shoulder and neck. He was marking you as his. You were covered in his scent now, other men wouldn’t dare come near you now that you were filled with Hawks’ pheromones. “I’m gonna cum! Ahh! Hah! Hahn fuck I’m cumming Hawks! I’m cumming!” He rose his hand and smacked your ass harshly, the red tingling sensation spreading through your cheek. It felt so damn good. He grasped his hand over your stomach and pushed harshly. “You’re cumming, yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Gonna try and milk me are ya? Milk me, baby! Milk me so damn good and get every last drop of my fuckin’ cum in that ripe fertile womb of yours!”

“Hawks! Hah! Hah! Oh I’m cumming! Nhhh I’m c-cum...ming! Ahh!” You came harshly all over his still thrusting cock, your creamy juices spreading all over his cock and slipping down his balls full of his child baring cum. He didn’t stop yet, still bucking his hips through your orgasm even though you were still so sensitive. “Ohho! You’re such a good girl! So good! Fuck baby! Yeah, keep squeezin’ me! Keep fuckin’ squeezin’ meee! Agh!” He groaned deeply into your ear, desperately panting and grunting into your ear. You cried, physical tears running down your cheeks at the intensity of his brutal thrusts on your aching sore cunt. He slapped your ass again, squeezing it tightly afterwards with his nails creating crescents in your smooth skin. “F-Fuck I’m close! Yeah you want my cum? Tell me you want my cum deep inside you! C’mon baby, say it!”

“I want your cum Hawks! Mmm! Please! Please I want it! I wanna carry your kids! I want to be bred by you! Ah hahn! I can’t! Please!” You immediately regretted your words. His pace had become quicker, harsh pounds becoming desperate. You could feel his balls slapping against your inner thighs, a red itchy tingling bubbling up. His hands came around your neck, the other going to harshly rub your clit. You couldn’t contain the endless moans, cries, and screams of his name, his hero name to be precise. “Oh god! Oh my god! Feels so good! Mmm! Hawks, I-I’m gonna cum again!” He pants against your ear, snarling and growling about how good and round he’s gonna make you.

“Fuck I’m cumming! Hah, fuck!” He grunted loudly and released heavy shaky breathes, his raging hard on twitching inside your now gooey insides. You came harshly, your walls clamping down on him. He was fully embedded within you, balls pressed firmly against you, his scarlet wings twitching and flapping, stretching widely suddenly stiffening up. You could feel the warm spurts of his cum deep inside, forcing a low moan past your swollen lips. His wings happily drooped once he had finished, his head now hanging low, trying to catch his breath. “H-Hawks... I love you.” You finally admitted to him, watching intently to see his reaction to your words. He laughed huskily, his golden eyes raising back up to meet yours, still cloudy with lust. “You fuckin’ better. You’re my dove, now and forever, ya hear that? Now...”

“Let’s make sure you get pregnant.”

—

Pain was the first thing you were met with the morning after your undeniably passionate night with Hawks. Feathers were scattered all over the place, large blankets thrown everywhere, and some of his clothes were thrown over you. Incredibly confused, you sat up but quickly jolted back down as a searing hot pain shot through your body from your hips. “Woah there, chicken wing! Relax, you must be in a lot of pain. I don’t blame you after the harsh fucking I put you through last night.” The man who had put you in such pain walked into the room, shirtless and only in a pair of boxers. The bed dipped slowly as he sat on the bed, handing you a cool glass of water. You painfully sat up, gently taking the glass from his rough hands, thanking him quietly. “What the hell did you do while I was out?”

The pro hero looked around the room before coming to lay eyes on you again, scratching the back of his neck with a faint blush on his cheeks. “I uh, made a nest!” He answered bashfully. It was an incredibly rare sight to see him embarrassed. Uncomfortable sometimes, but never embarrassed. You looked around the mess and raised a brow. “Nest? Why the hell did you-“ You stopped once you remembered what had happened last night between the both of you and what you had realized. You blushed and threw the covers off yourself quickly, horrified at the sticky mess dripping from your insides, still. Just how many rounds had you gone with him last night? “Hah, Sorry. I just couldn’ hold myself back. My ruts are really bad, which is why I always take a week off.”

“You didn’t have to cum inside me this much Hawks...” You said and cringed at all the fluids dripping out of your abused cunt. You didn’t notice, but his wings shivered, ruffling up a bit at the sight of your leaky pussy, until they settled down again. “It’s your fault ya know? Makin’ me so damn jealous I had to claim you for myself. Claim you before someone else took you.” Your cheeks reddened slightly, and you looked to the side, your heart racing. Of course, he could feel your sensitive heart racing, and slowly leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise, melting into his sweet kiss. There was no sexual intention behind the kiss, only a reassurance that you didn’t have to worry about speaking your true feelings, that he already knew you loved him. “You’re my baby bird now. You’ve upgraded chicken wing. Congrats.”

“How many levels are there with you?” You laughed, enjoying this sweet moment with your new lover. He laughed and hopped into bed beside you, pulling you close to him in your little nest. His hands ran over your flat stomach slowly, cooing and flapping his wings lightly. “A lot more, step up your game, baby. You good though? How do you feel knowin’ you have the most popular hero’s cum inside of you. Mixin’ with all your fertile eggs to make my fuckin’ kids.” He growled possessively and wrapped his wings around you protectively, kissing your head and over your face. You couldn’t help but turn red at his words, embarrassed by how blunt he is. “Do... do you really want to have kids Hawks? I mean... we just started... d-dating...”

“Who cares the order, as long as you’re mine and that little bundle of feathers inside you is all mine, order can go fuck itself.” You rolled your eyes, flicking his arm gently. His whistling and cooing got louder the more he cuddled you, his lips peppering your face with kisses. “Ya know they already have story’s about us? They got my whole ‘top bird’ thing on video.” He seemed quite happy with it. The president of the HPSC would not be happy about this once she found out. But knowing Hawks, he couldn’t have given two fucks about it. He raised your chin, smirking smugly. “I also tweeted that we’re dating and that you’re mine, and that we’re gonna have chicks, and that all those other guys better stay away or I’ll kill ‘em.”

You rolled your eyes. “You jealous bird...”

[smallestapplin]

OK so this is longer than necessary and nothing to do with any of the fics I’ve written before, but Melli deserves love and attention and most of all, he deserves to have his hair played with. Once again, I have not proof read any of this because reading my own writing is embarrassing and seems like way too much for my tiny anxious brain. Usual disclaimer, my daydream version was drastically different to what I’ve actually written but yolo. Please enjoy some bizarre, awkward, IDK how to flirt properly shenanigans between reader and Melli; also, if someone could please let Adaman know what atrocities he committed in a past life to have to bear witness to this train wreck that’d be great (he's just jealous cause he's maiden-less lol) - ♡ 

Since the day you met Melli all you wanted to do was play with his hair. 

For so long you considered it a pipe dream, just as likely to happen as winning the lottery or waking up one morning back in your own world, falling into Hisui being nothing but a dream. Until now that is. 

On your bi-weekly trip to annoy him on his warden duty you are greeted with an angry, tired looking Melli with all of his hair tucked under the hood of his tunic. You almost wouldn’t recognise him, if it weren’t for his trademark pout. 

After, surprisingly, very little convincing you now had him sat on the floor in front of you, criss-cross apple sauce, whilst you combed out his hair. 

“I wasn’t sure the great Melli could fall victim to such tragedy as a bad hair day. Even gods are people too, it seems” He grumbled at your teasing but there wasn’t a lot he could do about it without you threatening to stop your ministrations; and so, for a short while, he behaved nicely as the two of you sat in peace while you fixed Melli’s hair into a cute, if a bit messy, bun. 

****** 

Sitting at the entrance to the arena, long after you had gone, Melli was still blushing. Mood souring only briefly at the thought of him having to take his hair out when he got home. You see, Melli had a small secret. Two small secrets, really. Firstly, growing up shy as he did it was no surprise that he was more than a little touch starved, having you offer to sit and play with his hair was equal parts terrifying and exciting. Secondly, he had a rather sizable crush on you, ever since he met you, you had been a near constant figure in his day-to-day life and frankly how could he not fall a little bit in love with you for that alone, never mind that you were uniquely pretty. 

Truth be told, at first you had annoyed him to no end. You were almost effortlessly beautiful to him, you had such soft eyes and were always so quick to smile around him, these alone were enough to have you occupy a near constant space in his mind. What annoyed him most though, was the fact that your hair that curled naturally. It was unfair. He spent many years perfecting the way he curled his hair, only to be mocked by the universe when it sent him you, you who didn’t even try. It was these thoughts that stopped him from realising for the longest time that his feelings weren’t actually annoyance at all, not even jealousy, much to his dismay Melli found he actually liked you, like really liked you.  

For the first time in a long time, he vowed to keep his mouth shut. He refused to tell a soul. Not even Adaman who, as if he were his real brother, he usually confided everything to.  

In all honesty, you were his first real crush, full heart speeding up, a little hard to breathe, crush. He understood now why people called it a crush in the first place. Having your hands in his hair today was scarier to him than Lord Electrode’s frenzy, he couldn’t stop his heart from racing, willing it to be over quickly only to find himself miserable when your hands stopped all too soon. 

He had no idea how long this crush would last, but he could try and make the most of this “bad hair day” excuse. 

****** 

For the next few weeks, almost every time you visited him, he would complain that his hair didn’t look perfect or how frustrated he was that the almighty Sinnoh had cursed him with more “bad hair days”. Suspecting that something was afoot but playing along, you had made it a regular thing to do his hair when you got there. Even going so far to suggest that he let you wash it one day when he got back to camp so that you could fix his hair so it dried curly as he slept. He had blushed a bright red at that but agreed nonetheless, feigning indifference. 

So far you had him wear his hair in space buns, a fish-tail braid, half up half down, a regular braid, half down and half up in a small bun reminiscent of a Disney princess and a full French braid like that one video game character all complete with little slut strands framing his face and everything. Honestly, at this point, your crush on him had taken a back-burner for a while as you desperately wanted to see just how far you could push it. Asking to wash his hair was a bold move for you and one you thought might ruin the good thing you had going but when he accepted you got the feeling that your face was just as red as his.  

***** 

Adaman was more than ready to admit he was worried. More than once he had seen Melli leave camp with his hair hidden and it was concerning. It was no secret that Melli’s hair was sacred to him, in fact it was fair to say Melli‘s hair meant more to him than the almighty Sinnoh did, so it made sense for Adaman to investigate further. However, every time he had finished his regular clan leader duties and found Melli, the man was fine. His hair back on full display, although in an assortment of strange styles. 

He had tried confronting Melli about this without much luck. He had tried asking both subtly and outright and every time all he’d get was a generic answer like “nothing’s wrong” or “I’m fine”. After around 2 weeks and 4 new hairstyles, it was starting to wear on him. He had more important clan related things to worry about than being on Melli-watch and so decided to get to the bottom of it once and for all. 

As luck would have it, he figured out the issue the same night he made the decision to dig further. Watching out for Melli to get back from his warden duties he noticed that you were with him; the stranger from the sky, the one that he’d seen Melli pining over for months and vice versa. Watching you both speaking and making arrangements to meet back up later he kept a close eye on Melli’s tent for the rest of the evening, maybe one of you would finally get your act together and confess, he’d hate to miss that. 

***** 

Tonight was the night and you were nervous as hell. You had seen Melli again today and you had been a little upset that his hair looked as fabulous and normal as it usually does, without the need for your assistance. Your sadness fading to mild terror as he advised he was due to wash it later, very much intending to take you up on your offer of teaching him how to fix his hair so it dries curly. You had sat with him all day discussing the many ways you knew it was done and asking which he wanted to try first depending upon if he wanted softer curls or tighter curls. He seemed more than a little displeased when you advised he couldn’t get curls like yours but this was short lived as you gushed about how pretty he was going to look anyways. 

Walking back down to camp with him was when you really started to panic, trying to pass off your uneven breathing as exhaustion from the rough terrain. It all felt a little too real as you asked if he wanted dinner bringing over when you came over later. Your plan was to get a little time away to panic about everything, away from him and in your own tent for a while, under the guise of making dinner, before having to go back and fix his hair like you weren’t about to be alone with your crush in his tent! Both blushing it was awkwardly settled, you’d each go home for a while, you to make dinner and him to do whatever duties he needed to before meeting up again later to eat dinner and style his hair. 

The sun started to set at a time you felt was premature as you set back out to meet Melli. Carrying a large ribbon to be used as a makeshift headband and small pot of your cooking, a dish that was as close to your favourite recipe from home that you could get, you knocked on Melli’s door bracing yourself and half hoping he didn’t answer. Unfortunately for you, he did. 

As he pulled back the door you saw that he had already washed his hair, his damp strands clinging to his face and shirt. He had changed clothes too, which was awkward for you as you hadn’t, after all that panicking it had slipped your mind completely to change out of your clan tunic and into something a little bit less formal. You expression must have betrayed your thoughts as his face flushed slightly, apologising for how he was dressed. 

“I thought the hood on the tunic would get in the way and would wreck my hair trying to take it off later for bed.” He mumbled and turned away to walk over to a small table currently covered in everything he used in his hair routine. 

Blushing you followed him, making no comment other than a stuttered “that’s good” noting that he also had ribbon for his hair. Maybe he had tried this before and hated it? Why was he letting you do it again? 

Setting the pot of food down and letting him know it would still be warm enough if you do his hair first you asked him to sit and nervously began to comb his hair. 

***** 

It didn’t take Melli long to relax under your touch. Which was unsurprising to anyone really, he just hoped this was relaxing for you too, you had seemed nervous to see him so casually dressed and he winced when he realised it was the first time you had ever seen him out of his tunic. He was mildly disappointed to see you hadn’t changed, hoping to see you in the nice clothes that you were wearing when you fell, maybe he was reading too much into this? It’s not like it’s a date, right? 

The ribbon you had brought with you seemed thicker than his own and so you had both settled on using that one, the deep black standing out against his light hair. Rolling his hair over the ribbon and securing it in a bow on top of his head so it wouldn’t come undone so easily Melli felt himself deflate a little, missing you touch already. In his earlier nervousness he’d chosen this method as it seemed like the fastest, having learned nothing from his previous experiences, and once again now it was over, he found himself wishing he had chosen a more complicated routine. At least there was still dinner. 

As if the almighty Sinnoh was taunting Melli personally, the night seemed to pass by quickly and he soon found you getting ready to leave. Dinner was delicious and he has listened intently when you spoke about the differences between ingredients here and at home, it made his heart hurt seeing your sad smile as you reminisced about a home you would likely never go back to. Feeling guilty as he realised, he never wanted you to return there as it meant leaving him. 

Overall, the night was pleasant but still he found himself not wanting it to end. Delaying you as much as he could with talks about how to take his hair out in the morning and if you needed the ribbon back. Realising eventually, that he could delay you no longer, he stood with you by the door. Seeing your pot under one arm and your hand reaching for the door handle he felt a sudden rush of panic laced courage, lightly grabbing your arm to stop you for a second. Seeing your bright smile as you turned back to him, he let his thoughts fall silent and could no longer stop his actions. Bringing his hand up to your face, he heard your sharp intake of breath as his lips met yours. A sweet kiss, that you returned readily. A brief kiss, that left the both of you giddy as you said your goodbyes. 

***** 

Watching you walk back to your tent flushed and giggling to yourself, Adaman couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t get to see which of you had made the first move but he was happy that he would never again have to put up with both of your oblivious pining. Sighing again, as he realised that he would still probably have to witness your ridiculous attempts at hair-based flirting. 

Oh this is so cute!!! You did an amazing job!!

Look at Melli being emotionally constipated and finally making a move!💜💜

[eightfifteen]

It’s as familiar as breathing, can trace his life back to the very start just connecting the moments just like this. Him and Mike. Usually, nothing would calm him more.

He doesn’t have to fear the inevitable urge to touch Mike, as his hand is already being held in both of Mike’s own as he absentmindedly toys with Wills fingers. 

As much as the touch grounds him, connects him to Mike and makes butterflies erupt in his stomach. As much as he could have only dreamed about a moment like this a few weeks ago. There’s still something souring the moment now. 

His own longing might not be getting in the way, the yearning and guilt that came with it, but his mind still finds a way to ruin the moment. His eyes can’t help but glance between Mike and the open door, and his brain can’t help but catch onto the fact that Mike hasn’t complained about it once.

It’s a beautiful moment. Will knows he’s about to ruin it.

“Mike? Can I ask you something?”

“Of course!”

“Why don’t you- I mean why don’t we -,” Will takes a breath, before finally forcing the words out against his better judgement. “Why don’t you make out with me?”

Mike looks taken aback by the question, a smile tugging at his lips but obvious confusion hold him back from letting it settle into his features. “Right now?” 

“No! Yes! I mean-“ Will sighs, eyes trained on the ceiling, refusing to look at Mike. He’s sure his face is beet-red right now, can feel his skin burning in embarrassment. “When you were with El, you could barely stand to go five minutes without sneaking off to kiss her but with me- “  Will trails off, letting the comparison speak for itself. “Am I a bad kisser or something?”

“What? Will!” Mike yells back in pure incredulity. He looks like wants to laugh, but is forcing it back in favour of making sure Will catches his eyes, keeping his face as serieus as he can. “Don’t be stupid! Of course I love making out with you! But I also love talking to you, you know, as we’ve always done. And I kind of need my mouth for that.” 

“Oh.” Will says lamely, trying to work through the heavy relief settling over him. He honestly hasn’t been aware just how much this had been weighing on him. 

“Unless I learn ventriloquism I guess? That would be cool! Though probably also very distracting if we’re kissing…”

“I mean,” Mike rambles on as he always does. Will manages to glance back at him, surprised to see Mike looking awkward and uncertain. “If I’m talking too much and it’s annoying or whatever you can always tell me to shut up or go away or something -“

Will leans forward to cut him off, kissing Mike deeply, uncaring for the open bedroom door. When he leans back, it’s only enough to look Mike in the eyes, Will’s hand still cupping his cheek as he trails his thumb absentmindedly under the soft skin underneath Mike’s left eye. “Don’t be stupid.” 

“Or you can just do that.” Mike manages to breathe out, still watching Will in awe. 

“Deal.” Will quickly teases. “Whenever I think you talk too much, I’ll just shut you up. Not that it will happen often - or ever.”

Mike grins devilishly at him. “I’m pretty sure that’s a challenge.”

[toasterdrake]

Other Half of Me

Yelena Belova x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: alchohol consumption

@crystalisedabyss requested: "Yelena belova x reader maybe about their first date ? or her meeting readers family / friends xx"

A/N: Here it is! I went with meeting friends, but I'd be happy to do family/first date if you'd like as well <3. I hope you like it, my love!

🥂🥂🥂

You'd never seen your girlfriend so nervous.

She was currently pacing around your shared bedroom, wringing her hands and wearing a valley into the carpet.

You'd been dating Yelena for almost a year now. In that time you'd seen her take on -- and effortlessly defeat -- people twice her size. (Not that they're hard to find.) She'd faced every enemy with unwavering determination and fiery gusto. That was what you liked about her: her resolution to stick to her beliefs, never allowing anyone to sway the path she knew was right.

Of course, this led to many disagreements, as both of you refused to adjust your differing stances. 

Eventually, worried she'd lose you to discordance, Yelena had confessed to you her trauma-saturated past. She explained how her freewill was forcefully taken, and how once liberated, the thought of another controlling her had been a plague. She admitted to being unable to stand the idea of acting without personal control.

All you'd needed was to understand. That night, all the horrors she'd gone through in the Red Room came pouring out from behind a collapsing dam, and all her strange behaviours became clear. You saw the weapons she hid around her apartment in a new, grievous light. Your heart ached for her. 

Following Yelena's revelation, the bond of trust between you two had become unshakeable. With your gentle guidance, Yelena slowly learned that making compromises and admitting wrongs doesn't equal giving in. She had expected you to reject her after seeing her dripping ledger, so when you only offered stronger unconditional care, she found herself falling for you harder.

You'd actually first met when she challenged a club's bouncer to a fight after he refused to believe her ID was real. You'd strolled over, oozing charm, and coolly delivered a line sure to have the beautiful blonde swooning. However, you'd underestimated the distance of the wall; which became clear when you tried leaning on it and instead fell over. 

Somehow, your blunder was endearing to the former spy, and one hospital trip for your concussion later, she gave you her number and said to get in touch once you'd recovered.

The experience certainly left you with a tale to tell your friends that night. A tale of a fiery Russian beauty whom you couldn't get out of your head.

After a few days of 'resting your brain', during which you weren't even allowed to watch television or browse your phone, you finally got the all clear and eagerly texted the girl you'd been thinking about all week.

Yelena had taken you to the beach. The day had been nothing short of magical; after a peaceful stroll alongside the steadfast waves, she'd taken your hand to lead you around an amusement park, wide-eyed at every wonder and buzzing like an excited kid. You knew then that you'd be a fool to ever let this girl go. 

Until now, the two of you had kept your relationship quiet. Both of you were private people, and while you took great comfort in gushing to your friends in the early stages, it had been incredibly nice to simply be a pair and enjoy your private life together.

However, your friends had recently begun pestering you to meet your partner since everything was going so great and they were all sour single pringles. After a while, you ran out of excuses.

It wasn't that Yelena didn't want to take this step -- she was keen to meet the people who'd gained your trust so intimately -- but she couldn't help feeling apprehensive.

Admittedly, you were nervous too. What if they didn't approve of her? Would they force you to choose one or the other? What would you do then? You knew in your heart things would work out fine, but your head still had uncertainty to stress over.

Sighing, you stand from your place sitting on the bed and halt her vigilant trot by placing your hands on her waist. Yelena instinctively links her arms behind your neck, but doesn't look at you, instead studying the hem of your shirt.

You lean in closer to brush your nose against hers in an eskimo kiss, causing her gaze to flick up and meet yours. You give her a reassuring smile, rubbing your thumb over her flank soothingly. Yelena melts into your touch, inclining her head to ghost her lips over yours briefly.

"They'll love you," You say truthfully. 

If they had a problem with Yelena, they would have said so while you spewed about the blonde to them months ago. Things had only gotten better between you two since then. Besides, even if they found something wrong with her they could never change your love for the girl currently liquefying in your arms.

You lean forward, making Yelena stumble and fall back onto the bed. She laughs as you prop yourself up on top of her, straddling her hips and pressing light pecks to every inch of her face. She scrunches her nose cutely as you kiss between her eyes, chest shaking beneath your hands as she tries to hold back giggles. 

Finally, you connect your lips to hers again, then stand and smooth out your clothes. Breathing deeply to calm herself, she follows your example with a lingering smile, anxiety successfully eased. You take her hand and lead her out to the car.

Natasha was currently teaching her sister how to drive, after Yelena had proven that she drove dangerous machines like she played Mario Kart, so you were driving. 

Everyone had agreed that your friend Quinn's bar was the best venue to meet up at. The Jackson Rose is located in upstate Manhattan, and entertains several affluent patrons looking for somewhere to disappear, so Quinn is well-off enough to offer a generous friendship discount. The bar isn't anything special or fancy, but it has been the site of many treasured group memories over the years, and you are beyond excited to share it with your girlfriend.

After a long, arduous drive through New York traffic, you finally pull up in the bar's parking lot. You chuckle upon seeing your friend Blake's motorcycle parked there as well. Yelena sends you a questioning look, so as you walk inside hand-in-hand you tell her about how you were dared to take it for a joyride, and Blake was so furious she made you work in her garage for a month to make up for the damages.

Yelena smiles softly, watching your eyes glaze over with nostalgia as you talk. It had been so long since those days. You'd all grown up, and -- some of you -- had matured. You feel boring now, looking back on your glory days as chaotic juveniles. It almost makes you long for the instability of not having your life figured out.

The inside of The Jackson Rose, or Jake as you'd nicknamed it, is dark. The lights are dim, sucked up hungrily by the dark wallpaper, mahogany flooring, and carmine furniture. It provides a sort of intimate privacy. The place resembles a 1980s diner, complete with booths and stools alongside a bar stretching the length of the building. A vintage jukebox sits in the far corner, permeating the bar with something by Mariah Carey. Though the music almost drowns out the low hum of conversation generated by various patrons.

You spot your friends gathered around their claimed booth immediately, and wave enthusiastically with your free hand, the other holding onto Yelena's tightly so she can't bolt.

Blake notices you first, greeting you via cocky salute before looking at Yelena with a smirk. She jumps down from where she was straddling the top of the leather bench, doc martens clicking on the floor, and stands at her full height of… 5'2".

Eyeing up Yelena as if she stood miles taller than the Russian, Blake blows her ebony hair out of her face and extends a hand to shake. Yelena meets her halfway, shaking stiffly, and you see Blake's face contort subtly in pain. It's smoothly replaced with approval once she's released.

The others finally notice your arrival when Blake pulls you in for a hug, slapping your back heartily. You grin at the smattering of cheers, the bar filling with ruckus as they all greet you.

"Hey, losers," You say cheerily, leading Yelena over to the booth. Uncharacteristically shy, she hangs back behind you, only tethered by her hand clasped in yours.

They all stuff themselves into the other side of the booth for a clear view of you and Yelena, leaving you two to slide onto the opposite bench. There isn't room for Julius, though -- he moved too late -- so ze drags over a barstool and perches on that.

You spare a glance at the etched 'Jake' you'd carved into the wall to drunkenly christen the bar when it first opened. You wonder when Quinn will notice it; the others have an ongoing bet about that. No one has blown up the group chat about it, so you know the stakes still stand.

You notice Yelena sits on the outside so that she wouldn't have to climb over you to escape, so you reach for her hand under the table. She intertwines your fingers, shooting you a grateful look that you rub your thumb over her knuckles in response to.

The music changes to a Green Day song.

Yelena diligently studies the drinks menu to avoid the borderline-suspicious stares of your friends. Continuing your rhythmic movements, you answer any questions they throw her way. After a while, she gathers the courage to speak for herself. You can't help but bristle at how intense they get with your girlfriend, but she handles the pressure just fine.

Eventually, Quinn comes over from serving other patrons, and asks for drink orders. Everyone calls out various alcoholic concoctions, other than yours and Julius' sodas as designated drivers.

The music stutters when Yelena asks for the 'Hell's Blaze'. That cocktail is famed for being a devil's drink; burning all the way down and destroying your insides while it goes. It was what had put The Jackson Rose on the map.

You squeeze Yelena's hand to get her to look at you. She's wearing a smug smirk. You relax a little. As long as she has an idea of what she's getting into.

Your friends jeer as Quinn brings over the shot glass, increasing in volume at your warning glare. Only to collectively gasp as Yelena doesn't waste any time to down the alcohol in one shot, throwing her head back and replacing the glass with a satisfactory chink.

The suspense is tangible; everyone including you is on the edge of their seats. You all hold your breath as Yelena processes the drink. Finally, she looks up with a grin and requests another.

Your friends go wild, crowding around her to clap her shoulder and yell praise. You smile when she engages cheerily with them. She'd earned their respect just for that, and she knows it.

"They're easy people to impress," You tease, more so directed at your friends than your girlfriend. Your grin widens impishly at their complaints.

"Hey! No one's ever withstood the Hell's Blaze!" Matteo whines, before skipping over to the jukebox. 

He plugs in some upbeat dance music that gets everybody moving. You're quickly swept up in the electric energy, jumping around with Yelena and your friends like you're teenagers at a house party you've snuck out to again. Quinn weaves between attending to his customers and joining you all.

Yelena quickly gets drunk on multiple Hell's Blazes. (You suspect she's going to have a rough ride in the morning, and vow to do your best to help when it hits.) You trust your friends to look after her, but you still watch over them with a careful eye from the bar when you take a break to chat with Quinn, who's still on the clock. You're more glad than ever to be her designated driver. 

You set down your soda when Yelena stumbles over and climbs onto your lap. She wraps her legs around your waist in a death grip that you don't think she's aware of exerting. She begins to play idly with the baby hairs at the back of your neck, resting her chin on your shoulder to peer Quinn as he mixes drinks.

Blake strolls over under the pretense of a refill for her beer, shooting you a teasing look that makes you roll your eyes. She's only had a few drinks, which is holding back for her because she has to drive. You hadn't missed her looking out for your girlfriend.

"I think I'd better take her home," You murmur to her, stroking Yelena's back as she nuzzles deeper into you.

Blake nods in understanding. She promises to pass on your goodbyes, then leaves you to walk Yelena out to the car after opening the door for you. You shoot her a grateful look as she does so, and she pats your back, smiling.

You lower Yelena into the passenger side, having to keep adjusting her arms as she tries reaching for you while you buckle her in. You almost melt at her pout, but hold your resolve to walk around the car to the driver's side. When you get there, Yelena is fiddling with the radio even though you haven't turned the engine on yet.

You turn the key for her, and she soon settles on something smooth jazzy with a faraway smile. You watch her wistfully for a moment, then focus on pulling out of the lot.

The traffic flows easily now, and Yelena's head lolls back onto the headrest. Incandescent light washes over her past every street light, darkness shrouding her between them. When you risk glancing over at her, you see her squinting in a valiant attempt to keep watching the road. You reach across the center console to place your hand on her thigh. This seems to work, because her half-lidded eyes flutter shut. Before long her breathing slows into soft snores.

You sigh, endlessly pleased with how the night had turned out. All your friends had loved Yelena; she'd been integrated into your group so smoothly it was almost as if she'd been there since high school. You'd had your doubts about their possible reactions, but you couldn't have wished for better.

You loved your friends, and you loved your girlfriend, and they liked each other. All was right with your world; your two halves harmonising seamlessly.

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Taglist: @themagnificentmx @astupidworkinprogress

love,

- bi-rd ☕

[merakiui]

hii could we get an angsty scenario/hcs of xiao and scaramouche/any characters you prefer! who are basically head over heels for someone but that person keeps getting with the wrong people and constantly getting their heart broken? Preferably with a good/fluffy ending but it’s up to you!

cw: angst + heartbreak  note - decided to go for scenarios! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

[Xiao] 

One Call Away—

The sudden shout of his name had brought him out into the open, where he finds you sitting in a field of wildflowers, your head hung and quiet sobs racking your hunched form.

“You called?” The gruffness in his voice startles you and your head snaps up. He notices your pained expression and the tears that refuse to cease, and it gives birth to a strange feeling within his chest. “What happened? Surely I am not too late.” And then he shakes his head. “No, I’m never late.”

“Ah... I’m sorry.” You sniffle, pitifully rubbing at your eyes. “I guess your name slipped out. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just didn’t mean to call for you either.”

Xiao raises a brow and then surveys the surrounding area. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re in any mortal peril. In that case, I’ll leave you to—”

“No!”

Your sudden shout startles the both of you, with you drawing back and Xiao’s eyes widening ever so slightly. He wonders why you’re crying when beautiful scenery surrounds you. Are you truly that pathetic? Are mortals usually this weak-hearted? Xiao can’t wrap his head around the idea of grief; he’s an immortal who has seen plenty of hazardous scenarios worth grieving over. Yet with the passage of time he has learned to let such emotions drift away on a wind current. Emotions are useless to an adeptus.

But now he’s stuck with them.

“No?”

“D-Don’t go...” Your voice wobbles and you wipe at your reddened eyes. “I don’t want to bother you, but could you stay here with me? For a little while, at least. It’s all I’ll ask...”

He feels like he should decline your desperate plea before it spreads its perplexing roots throughout his system. The words are practically on the tip of his tongue and he struggles to verbalize them. If he could, he’d shake his head and vanish from your sight. There’s something about your expression that forces him to stay, and he truly detests the way his emotions run wild at the prospect of something he can’t quite comprehend.

“Fine.”

And so Xiao listens to you. It’s something he does best; his eyes and ears are open as he gives you his full, undivided attention. Half of him observes your reactions as you explain what happened and the other half zeros in on the way your subtle hand motions. While he might not be anywhere near a cupid—and he would never be caught giving out relationship advice to mortals, which is something he couldn’t do even if he tried—he is still a being of immense power. From what he’s able to understand from your explanation, your loved one decided to part from you because they believed it just wasn’t working. And you, having been struck with an immense sadness, failed to call out to them to clear up any misunderstandings.

Eventually, after internally wrestling with his own thoughts and feelings, he asks, “Do you want me to teach them a lesson? Should you need them to feel the same amount of despair you’re feeling—”

“Oh, no! No. No. They don’t deserve to be punished for that. I understand now that our feelings weren’t the same. We really weren’t working and that’s okay. It just...hurts.”

Xiao tilts his head, an innocently childish show of confusion. “Where?”

“It’s not a physical pain, Xiao. I mean, it could be. But...this is more emotional.” Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his wrist. He stares down at your hand and he almost pulls away. Before he can even consider what’s happening, you’re guiding his hand to where your heart is. “In here. It hurts now, but I’ll overcome it eventually. I’m used to it anyways...”

The straight-faced adeptus remains still as he feels the fast-paced beat of your heart. Mortals have always been weak in his eyes: feeble beings who break at the slightest inconvenience. Although you don’t seem close to shattering and that confuses him more than he’d like to admit. Perhaps you are one of the more resilient humans he’s come across in recent years. It’s strange when he feels your heartbeat, so very certain and alive with the sour feelings a heartbreak brings. He’s never understood that either. Heartbreaks and relationships. The differences between friendship and romance. Both can be seen through to the very end, if fostered healthily.

So then why are you so sad?

Truthfully, you’ve always seemed sad to Xiao. As an adeptus, he’s never been able to fully grasp the meaning behind human emotions. They’re insignificant in his eyes, mere flashes of feeling that can hurt and blind. They’re troublesome and useless—certainly not something he would ever want to experience. But those emotions can heal and bring cheer. They’re not all entirely bad, nor are they as evil as he seems to think they are.

Xiao realizes his hand has been on your chest for a while now and he’s been staring at you so much that you’ve begun to shrink away, partially embarrassed to have him analyze you with so much scrutiny.

“Is...something wrong?”

He shakes his head slowly at first before retracting his arm. And then he notices you’ve stopped crying. He’s not sure when this happened, but he’s oddly relieved to see your neutral expression. Somehow your crying face is painful and it wounds him in a way he never would have imagined.

“Thank you for listening to my rant. I know this is probably meaningless to you, since you’re an adeptus and all, but it really means a lot. So I’m glad I was able to get these things off my chest. I feel a lot lighter now.”

“You’re not sad?”

“Ah. Well...” Your gaze flickers, eyes darting to and fro while you struggle to look at him. “I’m still sad, but I’ll get over it! Don’t worry! I’m resilient!”

Xiao’s brow furrows in confusion. As he has thought plenty of times before, mortals are far too complex. Eventually he sighs and says, “It’s okay to cry. Don’t keep that inside, okay? You’ll just hurt yourself even more.” Now he’s avoiding your gaze and there’s a barely noticeable tinge of pink dusting his pale cheeks. He’s really not good at consoling humans.

“Oh, Xiao.” You pull him in for a hug and he stiffens, trying to squeeze out of your arms like a cat near water. But then he feels your fingers digging into his arm and he realizes that you might actually need this hug. Despite the fact that he’s not used to freely giving out hugs—or even cheering up mortals, for that matter—he is definitely out of his element. “Really, thank you. I promise to make you an Almond Tofu as thanks.”

“There’s no need for that.” Hesitantly, as if he’s worried he’ll break you, he wraps his arms around your form. “I’m just helping you because you called my name. That’s all.”

But that’s not the full truth. Hidden in those words is the real reason why he even bothered to stay despite the false alarm. And it worries Xiao when he thinks about the implications. He really does like you and this admiration has surpassed platonic love. As long as you’re okay, though, he’ll swallow his feelings in favor of making sure you’re always happy. It’s one of his duties as your friend.

Friend. A word Xiao never thought he’d ever use, but it feels nice. He likes it.

Yet The Distance Remains Harrowing.

[Scaramouche] 

To Mend a Broken Heart—

You’re spilling your emotional guts in front of the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, tears freely running down your cheeks like two faulty water faucets. It’s a pathetic sight, really. Scaramouche witnessed this exact show just a few weeks ago when you were so certain that that fisher was the one. Now, after meeting and getting together with someone else for a short time, you’ve come out of yet another relationship, unhappy and unsatisfied.

He’s jealous. There’s no denying the envy he feels when you talk so highly of these people and then wail about them a few days later. It’s a vicious cycle of mending a fragile heart and then breaking it into pieces all over again. With no end in sight, you fall victim to your own demise in the pursuit of love. He wonders if you’ll ever learn to choose your next partner carefully rather than settling for anything with a pulse.

“This is exactly what I said would happen, was it not?” he says with a sigh. “Oh, woe is you. If you were smarter, this last relationship might have lasted longer.”

“That’s rich coming from you. I’ve never seen you in a relationship before,” you mutter, wiping angrily at your eyes. His eyelid twitches at the not-so-subtle jab. “Ugh!I hate being so unlucky! This is the worst.”

“Rather than your foul luck, I think the problem lies within you and your taste in partners.”

Sniffling, you lower your head onto the table, hoping to just melt into the crafted wood before you end up making even more of a fool out of yourself. It’s rare to be in the company of Scaramouche, considering how often he’s assigned missions that require swift travel and a covert profile. But whenever you do find yourself sitting across from him, indulging in light snacks and tea, it’s always because you’ve lost your latest lover; and your own sadness requires the nullifying effects of Scaramouche’s cynicism.

“They’re good people! I just don’t know why it never works out. We’re happy and we both like each other—it doesn’t make any sense. Am I missing something? Is it my fault? They probably got tired of me because I’m not a good person.“

“Perhaps.” He takes a moment to sip his tea and you muster a weak glare. Only Scaramouche can delight in his beverage while you’re holding back another onslaught of tears. “Your crocodile tears are hardly flattering and your apparent need for consistent affection might come off as clingy. And you have a tendency to find flaws within yourself whenever something doesn’t go your way. Adding onto that, you doubt yourself a lot and you’re always quick to take the blame for things that are out of your control. In a way you are partially—”

“I get it. I’m not a good person.”

“I never said anything of that sort. Now you’re just asking for pity.”

Oh, how close you are to punching that smirk off of his face.

“Then since you seem to know everything, my oh so helpful friend, why don’t you tell me what I’m missing?”

“With pleasure.” His cup finds the surface of the table as he ponders your demand for a moment. “You’re missing someone who meshes well with your personality.”

“That’s not true. Everyone I’ve been with so far—“ His skeptical look makes you stop short. “Okay. Maybe we forced it because we thought it was love. But that’s besides the point! There was still an attraction! I think...” You huff and bury your face in your arms, nearly almost sprawling on the table. You’re too depressed to even consider how impolite your actions look, and Scaramouche scoffs at your poor display of manners. “Where am I even going to find someone who ‘meshes well with my personality,’ hm?”

“I’m sure you’ve already found them.” He clears his throat, tracing a finger along a sanded knot in the wooden table. “You’re sitting across from him.”

Whether he intended for you to hear that whispered part, you can’t say for sure. But your head perks up and you fix him with a lopsided grin. “You’re kidding.”

“Hm?”

“Me and you, a couple?” A small giggle escapes your lips and you swipe the remaining tears out of your eyes. “Don’t joke about that. I’m trying to be sad here!”

It wasn’t a joke, he almost says and he catches himself, suddenly self-conscious.

“I don’t think we’d work out,” you continue, motioning between you and him. “We’d hardly see each other and you don’t seem like the type for romance. Besides, I’m not attracted to you in that way. You feel the same, right?”

Scaramouche stares into his cup before he meets your gaze, a tight smile gracing his expression. “Of course. Your inability to settle isn’t all that attractive.”

Your eyes roll and you finally pick up your own cup to take a large gulp of lukewarm tea. The bitter Harbinger observes your actions with narrowed eyes. There’s a distinct pain that taps at his hardened soul, splitting it apart as your words echo within his spinning head. I don’t think we’d work out. I’m not attracted to you in that way. Why is he suddenly feeling...upset? He’s not one for pitiful emotions; he’s a Harbinger, not a lovesick fool! He ought to glare at you and storm off, demanding the two of you never speak again. But he won’t say that because he doesn’t want to hurt you. Because he cares for you. Because he loves you.

You feel the same, right?

No, that’s not right. This is the love he’s been wallowing in since he first got acquainted with you. It’s strange when he remembers every event that has led up to the blossoming feelings that reside deep in the epicenter of his heart, but it’s even more strange that he can’t find the courage to voice his own opinion.

“We wouldn’t mix,” he reaffirms your statement with a cold tone. There is no warmth in his eyes. “After all, your taste in tea is as bad as your taste in partners.”

And even though he wishes you could see through his walls—just this once he’ll allow you to tear them down for the sake of a half-baked confession—you just sit there and grin, no longer teary-eyed and forlorn. How odd. His heart feels far heavier than it’s ever been before. And you’re already scanning your surroundings, hungry for a love that will never keep you sated. Perhaps you weren’t even sad in the first place.

Upon realizing this, Scaramouche wants nothing more than to disappear into the wood like a feeble worm and never come back out.

You Must Break Another.