#I have a feeling I'll catch some heat for part(s) of this. ^^;

[the-californicationist]

Please! I need the part 2 of “Captain Price opens a package, thinking it’s intel, but it’s a sex pollen.“ I'm on my kneesss pleaseee it was so good! 😭♥️

Anyways, I'm your new follower 😍, and some of the stories you write is just so damn good😍 (Sorry for bad grammar's, English isn't really my first language, uwu)

im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.

Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?

The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.

Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.

You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.

"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.

"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."

His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.

Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,

"But that will not be bloody true for long."

As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.

"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"

There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.

Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.

He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.

The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.

"Fuck, you're warm..."

He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.

"Wet for me. So wet. How?"

Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.

"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."

When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.

"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."

You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?

"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."

He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.

"John..."

You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,

"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."

He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.

"You're gonna make me come, John."

Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,

"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."

Your body listened before you could even register his words.

From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...

"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.

Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.

"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."

"It's okay, John..."

"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."

"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.

You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,

"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."

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[t0yac1d]

Sweet Dreams (JJ.Maybank x F!Reader)

Warnings: thigh fucking & grinding/dry humping

Word Count: 532

Part II

It's late in the night, a cool summer night. You and JJ were fast asleep on John B's couch, Kei and Pope on the floor, and Sarah with John B in his room. The group hung out for the day and ended it at the Routledge residence. The house was quiet, nothing making a noise besides the occasional snore coming from Pope.

JJ was having trouble sleeping though, you looked so pretty today and the swimsuit you wore made the blood from his brain rush to his dick. For the entire day he's been sporting a hard on, not ever getting a chance to relieve himself. 

So there he was, wide awake trying his hardest to fall asleep and trying his best to not grind his painfully hard dick against your ass. The same ass that's been nudging against him for the past hour. "It wouldn't be wrong, right? Just for a little.." he thought to himself.

He lightly grabbed onto your hips and moved his against your ass. "S-shit.." he sighed, the slight friction easing some of the pain. He moved again, pressing into you a little harder, letting out a shaky moan and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

The slow movements gradually got faster, the slow grinding turned into him rutting against you, like a dog in heat. All of this movement caused you stir, halting JJ's movements. Making sure you were still asleep, he started moving his hips again, slowly.

The friction wasn't enough though, he wanted more, he needed more. He pulled his pants and boxers down, or at least enough for his dick to spring out and breathe. 

The cold air hit his tip causing him to shiver and stifle a moan. Pulling you close and stroking himself, spreading his pre-cum, he pushed himself between your thighs. He knew it was weird, to grind and hump on you while you were sleeping, but fully fucking you didn't make him feel better, your thighs will suffice for this one time. 

Thrusting his hips he let out a moan,a little too loud making everyone in the room stir and mumble, he bit his lip trying to silence himself. Dipping his head in the crook of your neck he let out an airy breath and kissed your shoulders, hips thrusting faster and balls slapping against the back of his thighs. 

Whining and huffing in your ear, kissing and nipping at your neck, he was getting closer and closer to cumming all over your thighs. JJ grabbed your thighs, squeezing them tightly, tight enough it might even leave a mark. His hips began to stutter and his hands gripped your thighs and hip while he bit his lip, hard enough to cause it to bleed and pushing his head further into your neck. 

His dick twitched and his cum shot out, covering your thighs and some of the couch. Panting, he slid himself from between you and started getting up to get something to clean you up and to clean the couch off when he heard shuffling. "I'll meet you in the bathroom, only fair if I get something too. Right?" You smiled, catching JJ off guard.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Honkai: Star Rail) Seele, Asta, Feixiao, Firefly, Kafka, Serval, and Acheron pegging their S/O

I'm going to be honest with y'all. I don't even have a good segue or excuse as to why this post is coming from this blog of all places. Gender-neutral also.

NSF-W BELOW THE CUT!

Seele's face heats up so fast that she doesn't even feel cold anymore, despite the fact both her and S/O were wearing nothing.

(Seele) "Y-You...want me to what?"

Upon hearing the request and given the strap to do so, she's still shifting her gaze from the harness and S/O.

(Seele) "...I-I mean, if you're cool with it, I guess."

She was trying her absolute best to keep her cool, and yet...some part of her couldn't deny that this was kinda hot.

Taking a deep breath and after applying the appropriate amount of lube, lays S/O gently onto the bed.

Though in order for her heart to not explode, Seele has S/O laying flat on their stomach, shifting above them.

...Though now she doesn't really know if this position made it better or worse.

(Seele) "You ready?"

After hearing them say yes, she gently inserts into S/O, her breath getting more jagged than S/O's, hearing them moan upon the tip sliding in.

Her heart continued to race as Seele gently pumped into them, the sinful noise filling the room alongside their uneven breaths.

Grabbing their wrists and pinning it onto the mattress, Seele slowly got more into it as lust and confidence began building up, though still making sure not to hurt S/O as she quickened the pace.

As her waist gently bumped into their ass, she leaned further onto S/O, sucking on the skin near their neck hard enough to give them a hickey.

(Seele) "Relax, you wanted me to take the lead, didn't ya?"

It doesn't take terribly long for Seele to start speeding up, her usual bravado quickly coming back.

Asta has bought a few toys here and there (though she will NEVER admit that to anyone) in hopes of getting to use them.

Some of them were stress relievers for herself, but one of them happened to be a very fancy looking strap-on, wondering if she'd ever use it or have someone use it on her.

Though, the former looked like it was happening first, no complaints from Asta.

Putting on the Strap-On in record time (in private, she put it on out of curiousity, again not admitting that to S/O), she lays S/O down missionary style, her eyes hazing over as she grabbed S/O's legs and let them rest on her shoulders.

(Asta) "Tell me when to stop...okay?"

With one hand to adjust the tip, she felt herself sink into S/O, hearing them moan so loudly catching her off guard.

Quickly regaining her momentum, she leaned downward, unintentionally putting S/O into a mating press as she did so.

Feeling them shake underneath her gave Asta all sorts of emotions: though lust and love being chief among them.

With that, she shifted her hands to hold theirs, fingers interlacing between each other before Asta began kissing them.

Her tongue slipped past into their lips as her hips rocked back and forth, hearing S/O moan louder everytime she thrusted.

Though, kissing S/O made Asta slowly give in to her emotions, wanting to hear the cute noises S/O was making more than anything right now.

(Asta) "S/O, I'll keep taking care of you, but...Don't blame me if I get a little carried away, got it?"

Feixiao is taken aback for the briefest moment upon hearing S/O's request.

And then a second later, grows into a very dangerous smirk.

(Feixiao) "Oooh, I think I can provide that, S/O.~"

With a quick lick of her lips pins S/O down onto the bed before kissing them aggressively, almost tearing off their clothes.

...Then it occurred to her:

(Feixiao) "Huh. I...don't actually have a strap-on. Gimme a sec-"

In a quick flash, Feixiao is out of the room with a gust of wind replacing where she was.

And a few seconds later, Feixiao is back with a modest strap-on, lube, and a flushed face.

(Feixiao) "Don't worry, I paid for it! Well, not that they saw anyway. Probably confused as to why a buncha credits are just sitting on their counter now..."

Though she is completely eager to get started, she's still aware that if she was too rough, it wouldn't be enjoyable.

With that in mind, Feixiao slides off her clothes almost instantly, yet takes her time in leaning over S/O and kissing them a little more gently this time.

Her eyes closed as she gave S/O a bright smile, ears twitching as she smooched S/O's lips one last time before pulling the Strap-On up.

(Feixiao) "Now, let's get straight to business, shall we?"

Shifting S/O onto their side, her arms hugged one leg upwards as Feixiao sank into S/O, hearing them yelp. Before she could ask, they reassured her, reminding her to take it slow t least for a second.

Though every instinct in her wanted to absolutely pound S/O, Feixiao nodded and shifted out, the dildo almost falling out before she leaned back in, hearing their breath hitch.

Biting the bottom of her lip, she felt the heat both in her chest and crotch slowly build up, seeing S/O twitch and moan at every little movement.

And all that made Feixiao want to hear them scream her name that much more, shifting positions slowly before leaning entirely over them.

(Feixiao) "Remember, you asked for this...!~"

Firefly felt like she was about to ignite into flames from the heat in her cheeks alone.

(Firefly) "Y-YOU...I...!?"

She at first puts her hands to her face. Firefly doesn't even know how to respond.

Not that she was embarrassed because S/O asked her to peg them, it was more that she didn't even know if she would be good enough for something like that.

But before S/O's shoulders can slump in disappointment, she takes a deep breath before hugging them tightly.

(Firefly) "...T-Thank you for trusting me. I'm...j-just a little nervous is all."

In a few moments, Firefly is adjusting the harness of the Strap-On, poking the dildo almost in a trance. This was going into S/O?

Inhaling deeply before exhaling to calm herself, she pecks S/O on the cheek a few times, both of them giggling despite the compromising position.

Firefly was behind S/O as they both leaned on their side, letting Firefly spoon them as the dildo slid up against the lower part of their spine and feeling them shiver.

(Firefly) "I'll start slow just...let me know as soon as it's too much, got it?"

Finally, she adjusted her waist, a little clumsily at first before finally entering S/O, feeling the harness shift as the dildo slid into them.

S/O shivered from both the feeling of the dildo inside them, in combination to Firefly's breath against their neck.

Firefly was very slow, to the point it was teasing S/O to get more friction, though it was not her intention at all to edge them.

Yet, Firefly held onto S/O tighter, ready to let go at a moment's notice the moment she even thought they were in pain.

But S/O shifted to kiss Firefly, though the angle was awkward, she reciprocated without question as her hips kept slapping against their ass, getting Firefly horny as well.

(Firefly) "Does it really feel that good?...O-Okay, then...! I'll pick up the pace!"

Kafka didn't know if S/O was secretly a masochist for asking for her to peg them.

Then again, she wasn't that cruel. Or at least she wouldn't be the first time.

With a deep and sexy laugh, one hand rests under her chin as she sits on top of S/O's stomach, teasingly right above their crotch, but making sure not to rub against it.

(Kafka) "Hm, you sure know how to keep things interesting.~"

Kafka, of course, has no objections. Quite the opposite, she loves S/O's suggestion.

And without missing a beat, she slides into the harness and has S/O kneel before her.

(Kafka) "...Hm? Oh, I'll get to the main course in a second, but first we have to make sure you're taken care of, right?"

With one hand gently brushing against their hair, she pulls their mouth towards the dildo, not saying anything and letting them put together what she meant.

And after a few seconds, S/O's tongue begins sliding around the tip, licking it obediently as Kafka starts laughing again, albeit more gently this time.

With the same hand petting them, she has S/O start sucking on it more earnestly before having their mouth wrap around it entirely, giving it a very crude lube.

Once she was satisfied, she had S/O lay down on their hands and knees on the bed, applying the lube on them herself with two fingers.

And with all that prepwork out the way, Kafka grabbed S/O's ass and pulled them onto the dildo, feeling them shiver at the sensation and getting Kafka hornier with each moment that passed.

(Kafka) "Much better, don't you think?"

Her hands cop a feel of their ass, hearing S/O moan out of pleasure as her hips sank further in, hands shifting to their waist.

(Kafka) "Do me a favor S/O and don't go out too quickly. I want to hear every noise you can make while I'm inside you.~"

Serval immediately begins coughing, choking on her own spit at the question.

Once she recovers, Serval tries to brush it off as it was nothing.

(Serval) "Heh, well well! Didn't think you'd be so bold to ask, S/O!"

She shifts her blonde hair behind her, grabbing a rather colorful dildo and adjusting it onto the strap-on. After a few moments, she lays on her back, motioning S/O to the bed.

(Serval) "I think I want you to take lead in this performance..."

...

(Serval) "...And I make no promises that will be the last music pun tonight."

Relaxing the tension in S/O by getting them to crack up at that, she lovingly grabs their hands and squeezes it gently, letting S/O shift on top of her legs.

(Serval) "Don't rush it okay? Just take your time."

Letting her elbows prop themselves against the mattress to give S/O some support, she felt their weight slide down onto her dildo, watching as their face scrunched up from pain and pleasure.

Before letting the tip slowly sink further in, and letting the shaft enter them, S/O letting a moan escape as they sat all the way down, Serval blushing all the while at the sight.

Smiling, Serval squeezed their hand tighter as her voice grew softer, though her breathing grew labored, though not as much as S/O's.

(Serval) "I'll go at your pace, S/O. Just enjoy the ride.~"

Seeing them slowly begin to bounce on top of her was getting Serval worked up far more than she'd like to admit.

Never before has she been more grateful that she didn't have to share a room with anyone else in the building, because S/O's moans could wake up the neighborhood.

Though, once Serval knew they got comfortable enough, she was gonna have the city hear S/O's voice as soon as she was done with them tonight.

Intimacy was hard (HA) for Acheron, at least to properly remember.

Yet, the feelings in her chest swelling up she knew very well was embarrassment, something that she rarely felt nowadays.

And all it took was S/O asking her to fuck them with a dildo.

...Granted, Acheron hoped that everyone would react that way when asked something so crude. Yet she couldn't deny S/O this request.

(Acheron) "If you desire it...-"

Acheron promptly threw off her clothes alongside S/O, giving slow smooches as her hands traced all over their body, feeling them tremble under her touch.

Her lips slightly shifted open though kept her overall stoic look even as she grabbed the strap-on, hovering over S/O as she put it on.

Once it was done, she grabbed their wrist to have them cradle her cheek, her head leaning into their touch once they got the hint.

(Acheron) "Take care not to rush things...If it hurts, tell me."

And with a kiss to their palm, Acheron adjusts herself off the bed and stands up while she sat S/O upright, all the while aiming the tip to the proper position.

Acheron grabbed S/O into a hug, having their arms hold her as well, and finally entered S/O, their moan accompanying her small grunt.

Though she entered a little too fast seeing them lean their head into her chest, trying to catch their breath.

She opened her mouth to apologize before S/O reassured her that they were fine and just needed a second, making her nod and hum in response.

For a moment, they just stayed like that, hugging each other while the dildo adjusted itself to S/O.

And after that brief rest, Acheron slowly rocked S/O onto the dildo, making sure they weren't going to fall off even though S/O was sitting on the edge of the bed.

With every moan Acheron heard, the more confident she felt to go faster, peppering S/O with kisses to the forehead before going for the lips, muting their cries somewhat.

The moment they tried to move a hand to cover their mouth, Acheron's brows slightly furrowed.

Finally, the urge overtook Acheron as she laid S/O fully onto the bed, pumping into them at a steadier pace, hands moving to hold their face.

(Acheron) "I want to see all of you tonight, S/O. Will...you indulge me as well?"

[metranart]

His Mate, finally someone to call his…

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 3)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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“Tell me,” Hawks’ voice sounded deeper, raspier almost feral, as it you were facing a darker self of the same man, and the next words that came out of his mouth made you realize how affected he was, for you have never EVER, had such a raw response.

 “...May I fuck you as your way of thanking me for saving you?”

“...W-what?” You stammered, shock dripping down your tone, an eyebrow raising almost comically. 

“Whaddya say, kid—” Hawks purred, closing the distance so much that you found yourself upholstered against the cold wall behind you, the broad chest of the winged hero pressed flush against you as your shaky hands latched onto his black, hero shirt. “You said you could handle me...”

Wrapping one of your hands in his, he guided it down so you could feel his hard rock cock through his pants, a hoarse moan accompanied his next words as the hero guided you to start to pump him. “I can't assure you that I'll be gentle....” the speed of his hand increased, letting you feel every ridge and swelled vein in his fat erection, “but I can assure that you will LOVE to give that tight, warm cunt to me.” 

The golden around his eyes was gone, completely eaten by the blown pupil, anxiety starting to take its toll on you, this was too much.... never in your life have you had such a reaction from anyone you healed... and suddenly Recovery girl's words echoed in your head again. The lack of control from your quirk can have adverse results on the wounded, especially on persons who have animal traits... don't use it at that level until you are one hundred percent sure you can master it... 

Hawks had animal traits, even his fucking hero name was one of an actual animals.... you screwed up, HARD.

“Hawks, S-sir, I...” You didn’t find it in you to move. Every single fiber of your being screamed to listen to his advice and run, but you couldn’t. 

The heat was suddenly too much when you could clearly feel his cock twitching on your palm, and lively snatching your hand, you pushed Hawks away with all your force, a wicked smile stretched his mouth, even so, scooted over so you could attempt to run to a secluded corner next to a dumpster, to catch your breath. 

His step faltered just a second before he felt compelled to trail behind, slumping beside you, unceremoniously. His head lolled, dipping to press another whisper of a kiss to your jaw, like he didn't care in the slightest, that you were trying to get away from him. 

A warm hand rested over your shoulder, and you felt yourself shiver. “Usually, I don’t fancy brats,” Hawks said, and without breaking a sweat, grinded you against the wall without contemplation, “But you are sooooo cute, I´ll make an exception.” 

“Hawks, Sir!” it was so weird to call Sir someone closer to your age than that of your cousin’s, yet, your voice seemed looped on it, “you are being influenced by my quirk...it is-it is based on energy that–” He didn't let you finish when you were being caged between his arms again, soft lips peppering your face with invasive kisses. 

“—I don’t care, brat, I warned you.” The hero spatted, and a tear threatened to peek at the corner of your eye, yet you inhaled sharply and instead set your mind in hero mode, you weren’t some damsel in distress, you were a hero in training… perhaps there was still a chance for you to complete the healing loop, and satiate Hawks enough for him to come back to his usual self, at least for a moment to be able to talk him out of fucking you raw. 

Slowly, you started to wiggle out of his arms, but then paused for a second to tilt your chin up, and press a tender kiss to his lips to which he responded eagerly, flushed and awfully anxious you tried not to get distracted from your task when he mmphs low in his throat and his hand snaked up to cradle your jaw, holding you there for just a bit longer than you originally planned.

You tried to low his libido down, but your resistance instead urged him to grind his hard rock erection against you, so ready for you to take care of it. And there was when you saw your way out, this was the chance you were looking for, the winged hero was already too lost in his hormonal brain, too affected by your quirk, too deep into his own instinctual behavior to listen to reason....so, you needed to plunge him out by force.... hard and fast, an explosion of pleasurable release.... you were going to have to make him cum, and preferably, without raping you in the process.

The first thing was to separate him a bit from you, but right now that seemed to be the most difficult... since the dirtiness of the things he whispered devilishly against your ear were paralyzing you...

“I´m gonna stuff you with my chicks, you are gonna look soooooo pretty all swelled and heavy...” he breathed into your mouth. His voice teasing, yet again, held undertones of something deeper, something similar to devotion.... almost too caring. This man groping you wasn't the hero persona you’d seen on the news; this was the man behind the mask asking you to bare his children and become utterly his. 

“I can barely wait to come home to my pretty little wifey, waiting for me—” one of his hands dipped under the rim of your skirt, slowly worming his fingers to snatch your shirt up until the skin of your belly was exposed for him to place his big, calloused palm on top—reverently—as if you were meant to be his most prized person, “...round belly, full of my chicks and big, pretty smile on your face,” he kept daydreaming, “-SO ready for me to fill you again.”

Even using all your strength, you weren't able to move it off of you one inch, and worry spiked up when his advantageous palm keep traveling down your lower belly, dragging closer and closer under your panties—you knew what he was after, so you reduced to use a lamer approach. 

“Let me-let me do something first...” you pleaded, and thankfully it caught his sporadic attention, cocking his head to the side quizzically to then dive his face in the hollow of your neck, and breath the next words out. “Sorry, kid, I like to take the lead—”

“That´s okey!” you hurried, “it’s just- it's my... my first time... please, just let me—” you prayed for this to work, desperation really turning your voice into a pitiful sound.

Hawks thought about it for a moment, and grinning more to himself, gift you some space to do whatever you wanted to do –of course under his supervision– it would be embarrassing, and honestly, you didn't know if you would make it work but you had to try, because you refused to have a teenage pregnancy.

“Your show, kid.” Hawks spilled, sassy grin firmly on his face. 

Oh! How you wished he weren't looking so attentively.

“Could you close your eyes—”

“No.”

Well, that was fast, but expected. 

Arming yourself with courage, carefully fixed your disheveled shirt and to the best of your ability stood straight in steady legs, but then stopped for an entirely different reason. 

“Can you please.... —can you please unbuckle your pants?” The words rushed out of you, embarrassment eating you out, painfully. 

“Good girl.” He praised, nimbly unbuckling his belt, and without you having to ask, took himself out.  

Your orbs almost popped out of its sockets, you had seen a dick before but none this big, Hawks was massive, long and thick with a very pretty pink shade, and a dusting of blond hairs nesting on top. “As you can surely see, I’m pretty big, baby,” he cooed in a low rasp, “We better prepare you first, or it’s gonna hurt—like a lot,” you swallowed, thickly. 

And the moment you saw him smearing precum all over the head of his length, and dip two fingers inside his mouth to let his drool cover them to then lick his lips while wiggling the after mentioned digits at you—you didn't know what came over you. Perhaps you truly were possessed or just too determined, but you rushed towards him, and your hand reached between his thighs.

Hawks exhaled sharply leaning into your touch, letting his hot breath wash over your face and you felt him widen his stance to accommodate closer to you. Experimentally, you pumped him once and felt him brace an arm behind the small of your back, supporting himself on the solid wall as your fingers began to slip, treacherously slow, up and down his reddened cock.

He choked out a strangled sigh when you gripped him from the base and began to coil your hand to then cup his heavy balls. His head lolled once more, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, panting, bursts of hot breath fanning over your throat.

You felt your own breath quicken, felt yourself getting bolder, nevertheless, the uneasy feeling of being jacking off a total stranger in the open, never leaving your mind.

You meshed your other hand into his golden locks and pulled him closer, pressing your body flush against his. Hawks moaned, keening, his arm now firmly around your waist. You shushed him quietly, tightening the hold on his shaft while gaining speed and precision with each stroke. 

In this position, you looked as though you were only consoling a Hero who had a rough week, simply hugging in the dim light of the lonely alley. The shadows hiding you both, that feral Golden gaze reserved only for you. 

“—Is the pressure, Okey?” You sighed into his cheek.

“Please don’t stop...” Hawks whimpered. “God, don’t fucking stop—”

You didn’t, but it wasn’t enough, your touch felt naughtily good, but he was accustomed to experienced partners, even hand jobs needed certain speed and pressure to be fulfilling. The frustrating feeling of not getting what he wanted, edged him to wrap your hand with his and pump your fist faster- it wasn’t as tight, or warm or heavenly as your virgin cunt should feel- but it did scratch the itch, ever so slightly. 

Pressing his face flush against your neck, inhaling deeply. Your scent helped him get closer. He made you jerk him faster, harder. He needed more, more accurate, you, moaning and screaming for him to breed you—mate you. 

His Mate, finally someone to call his… that precious thought and your warm hand achieved the goal a little, just a few drops of pearly cum squeezed out, but enough to grant him a second of coherency. 

“I know what you—what you are trying to do.... kid,” His voice was deep, yet it wasn't the rut speaking, this was actually Hawks.

“Hawks...?” you called out. 

“In the flesh-...ngh!...” he attempted to joke but his voice cracked as he moaned, “This was—FUCK—it was very smart of you...” you could see the struggle in his features, it sounded like he was in pain, “—but I need more....much, much, muchMORE....” he smiled at you, apologetically, “-to be able to tame this fucking rut.”

He knew what he was asking, and even when hated to do it, knew as well that you would prefer that than carry his children and having him strapped to your hip for the next eighteen years, only letting you go once your offspring was able to be autonomous. 

“I-…I can´t…I´m sorry, Hawks—” you trailed, shame curling your lips down, at the knowledge that all of this was your own fault. 

“I know-... sweet girl, its fine...” He cooed, narrowed eyes locked in you cum stained fingers, “I understand… but I need you to understand as well—” 

His voice sounded more strained with each passing second, the winged hero could feel himself slipping away again, he didn’t want to ask, but sure as hell, would hate a lot more to end up taking you by force. 

“—I can’t control myself…” He confessed, “not when in rut and—” 

“I understand.” You muttered, quietly. 

“You do?” 

You nodded, unable to look him in the eye, yet you felt his hand when gently caressed your cheek once, before it latched on to your nape and yanked, hinting you. 

“Then please —please, don’t make me ask.” 

You wondered if he had ever had to beg someone before, of course not, he could have whoever he wanted. Quit stalling, your mind scolded and you felt the pull of his hand again, a little more demanding.

Taking your hand, like a true gentleman, help you to your knees. It was the least he could do, and shame reflected in his eyes when you looked up. Hard and heavy cock throbbing with need in front of your face, ready to be swallowed down. 

Your mouth quivered and before you could set your mind to engulf him, his knuckles gently traced your jawline tenderly, pampering the skin before dip a thumb into your mouth, smearing it with saliva and moistening your dry lips.

You looked as ready as you could be, for someone about to give a blowjob to the number two hero. 

COMING SOON PART 4....

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mdni; had to write this real quick haha

billy working for your father and you sneak out of your room at night to meet him in a clearing near your ranch. He walks up to you with a smile, "There's my beautiful girl."

"You say that too much," you tell him, he scoffs, a smile still playing on his lips. "Cause 's always true. 'nd I always want my beautiful girl."

You shove at his chest, Billy purposely stumbling back a few steps.

"Can push me away all you want, baby, I'll want you just as much," he chuckles as he says it.

"Does it turn you on, too?" Your eyes flit down below his belt where his hard-on is showing then back to his eyes. Billy smiles more. "Oh, you caught me."

You smirk at him and move up closer until you can feel his body heat, his hands moving to your hips in an instant. But your hand rests right against his bulge, pressing your palm on it ever so slightly. "You're gettin' me riled up, we don't have much time," he mutters, clearing his throat, trying to feign some composure.

"Oh, I know, Billy. I know," and you press your palm firmer against him, rubbing him slowly over his pants, Billy's body involuntarily moving forward, his forehead pressing to yours.

"'M gonna go insane," he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as you continue palming him, only feeling him get harder. Billy tries to keep his breathing steady, but he lets out a shaky breath and you chuckle.

"Laughin'? You're laughin' at me?" His tone sounds annoyed, but he's smiling, his nose bumping yours the moment your fingers begin to fiddle with the buttons of his pants, undoing them. You peck his lips as you slip your hand into his pants. He bites his lip, stifling a groan when your hand wraps around his hard and pretty cock, stroking your hand up and then back down along the length of it.

You look down to watch yourself touch him, catching the sight of his tip and the way his hips press closer to your touch. You think to tease him more about how aroused he is this quick but you bite your tongue, focusing on how warm he feels, how thick he feels in your hand. Billy's jaw clenches as he grits his teeth. "You can make noise, there's no one here," you tell him, and he nods. "I know, sweetheart, but I can't risk it."

And it makes your heart drop for a moment, but then part of you savors the way his face screws up in pleasure. His teeth bite down on his lip as you quicken your pace, your hand jerking him just the way he likes it, your thumb swirling over his leaking tip and spreading the precum on his dick, which at the very least earns you a little moan from him. With each stroke, he wants to melt more into your touch. You take a second to focus on the head again, pressing your thumb to it, swirling your finger once more, and smiling as he tries to hold back his moans.

He closes his eyes a little tight, he grunts when you reach further down to caress the pads of your fingertips against his balls before returning to his cock.

"You're trouble," he mumbles and you feel the urge to shove him again but you hold back. "Yeah? Is it worth it?" You squeeze him in a gentle touch, stilling your hand. Billy opens his mouth to say something but then you start up your movements again, your grasp on him firm and purposeful as you jerk him, his hips trying to buck again but he stops himself, his words dying in the back of his throat.

So he just nods, sloppily kissing the corner of your lips, "I missed," he whispers. You giggle and kiss him correctly, swallowing a moan as you pump your hand faster. "'M warnin' you, 'm close," he says against your lips.

Billy gives your bottom lip a small kiss, his breath hitching when your thumb rubs his tip again. "Want you to come for me," you whisper to him, grinning at the way he shifts on his feet at your words.

"I will...I want to...fuck," he breathes out, leaning forward like he's gonna kiss you, but he lets out a moan instead, tipping his head back.

"I know, baby," you coo at him, leaning your head to his shoulder and looking down at your hand and his cock, the slight wet sound of your actions, your heavy breathing, and his muffled moans are the only things that can be heard right now. His cock twitches in your hand, "c'mon, come for me. Please?"

And you tilt your head up to look at him just as he looks down at you. Your eyes are big and your bottom lip jutting out just a little does it for him. Billy lets out a low grunt as he spills into your hand, no doubt making a mess of his pants as his come spurts out of him.

"Fuckin'...trouble," he mutters and shakes his head as he looks down at the mess, then at you as you remove your hand, licking his release off of your fingers with your eyes glued to his.

"Think your father would mind if I keep you out just a little longer?" He's joking, your father not even knowing you're there right now, but you shrug, quirking your lips into a smile as you start to walk away.

Billy doesn't let you get far, running over and wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, spinning you around. "No fuckin' way you're leavin' like that, get your damn pants off."

let's chat about billy, here :)

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⛧ 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 ⛧

⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/fluff/angst

⛧ Summary: It's Halloween 1996, you've just broken up with your toxic ex, and there's a killer on the loose. When you go to the local video store to find your next distraction, you run into your longtime crushes who have their hearts set on looking after you. But you must be careful. Not everyone's who they appear to be.

⛧ Word Count: 2.1k

⛧ Warnings: brief discussion of murder, implied possessive ex, intro to knife play if you squint, suggestive, psycho Minsung, you probably have a killer fetish, & that's all my loves. It's otherwise quite fluffy tbh.

⛧ A/N: I'm starting this series as my love letter to 90's slasher films aaaand because I just love Minsung. I'm writing this in "tapes" instead of chapters for ✨ ambiance ✨ so I hope the vibes come across. I'm already working on part two so I'll have my knives and fingers crossed you babes enjoy this one.

💀 >>> Go to Tape 2 >>> 💀

A bell dings overhead as you step through the door of Topline Video. A crowd of middle school kids dart by, nearly knocking you over in their excitement to get home with some cheesy slasher flick they definitely shouldn’t be watching. All are in full costume, wearing the kind of plastic masks that smell sorta funny when you put them on. 

The kid dressed as a goblin turns back for a second, peeling up the murky green mask to reveal an apologetic face. “Sorry, lady!” he shouts, taking your gentle smile as a sign of forgiveness and racing to catch up to his friends. “Lady?” you whisper to yourself, the door creaking shut behind you, “Great, now I feel ancient.” 

Lucky for you there’s no time for an existential crisis as you’re swept into the frenzy of the video store. The walls are packed with what must be a thousand VHS tapes. Double sided displays line the aisles with hundreds more. Every one of them is some brand of horror movie with even the most obscure subgenre present. 

Black and orange streamers travel from one end of the ceiling to the next with tiny spiders dangling from them. Giant skeletons lurk in the corners guarding jack o lanterns with flickering eyes. Every year people eat it up but this year is particularly spooky. It sends a shiver down your spine when you recall why. 

“I heard they found another leg” a red haired girl says, casually smacking on a piece of bright pink bubblegum. Beside her a shorter girl files through tapes under a large bloody hand drawn sign reading SERIAL KILLERS.

“I thought they already found both of his legs. A guy can’t have three legs.”

The red haired girl shakes her head, smiling mischievously. “That is not true. I hooked up with him once. You could for sure consider that thing a third leg.” The girls break into a fit of giggles. Dodging their insensitivity, you squeeze yourself into the Monster Movie section. 

“Hey Drac” you sigh, staring up at the Dracula cutout looming over you, “I live in a town of idiots.” “You don’t mean everyone, do you?” a voice answers back with the worst Dracula impersonation you’ve ever heard. Suspicious that it isn’t coming from the cardboard cutout, you peek around to see a familiar face stocking the shelves. 

Your heart immediately begins to flutter, a blanket of warmth encompassing you. Han Jisung. If you flip through the dictionary you’ll find him under D for dreamy. The glow of the setting sun kisses his dark curly hair, making it almost sparkle. And those brown eyes, they’re so…no…keep it together. 

“That’s a terrible Dracula voice” you tease, arms folded across your chest. “I don’t know what you mean. Bleh, bleh, bleh” he carries on, pretending to bare his fangs. Now it’s you who’s giggling and you can’t stand how easily he gets you to.

“You are such a dork, Han.”

Returning to his normal voice he only shrugs, “But that’s why you’re so insanely in love with me isn’t it?”

His words intensify the heat moistening your palms. Fidgeting with the sleeves of your jean jacket, you wrack your brain for some witty response only for nonsense to tumble out. 

“No. What? I…uh…um…early.” 

Popping a copy of Megaverse Massacre 2 onto the shelf, Han raises an eyebrow at you, “Early?”

Your brain finally catches up to your mouth and you spit it out. “Uh, yeah, early. I heard you guys were closing early because of the…” 

“Body hacking psycho killer?” a voice cackles, gripping your shoulders from behind. You let out a blood curdling scream that draws the attention of a few nearby shoppers. Swinging around, your fist ready to dish out a debilitating gut punch, you come face to face with Lee Minho. You haven’t quite decided if he can be filed under “dreamy” or “asshole” yet.

Minho grins, never finding you cuter than when he’s getting on your nerves. “I’m sorry, babe. Didn’t hurt you did I?” he teases, straightening out your clothes with a gentleness you weren’t expecting. The sun’s doing that thing again. The sparkle. The glow. The radiant brown eyes searching yours, threatening to make you fall even deeper into them than you already have.

Han dips between the two of you, separating you before you rip Minho’s head off. “I’m sorry. Really. He was deprived of air in the womb. Being an asshole’s just a side effect.” 

Over Han’s shoulder Minho frowns, “Hey! Rude much?” Digging into his pocket, Han pulls out a lollipop. It’s sugar blown into the shape of a blood drenched kitchen knife. “Are you bribing me with a sugary murder weapon?” you ask, staring at it skeptically. Han flashes you a close lipped smile, his cheeks so fluffy it’d be a crime to deny him.

Snatching the lollipop you waste no time popping the wrapper off and tapping Minho on the head with it. “Hey! What was that for?” he winces, wiping lollipop residue from his head. “Sorry, babe” you grin, sucking on your tool of revenge, “Didn’t hurt you did I?” Han buries his face in his hand but it does nothing to hide the joy he takes in his best friend’s pain. 

This is nice. Laughing with someone. With them. It’s been a while since you felt this light around other people. The recent weight on you hasn’t been of some invisible boogeyman sneaking off with one of your limbs. No, your boogeyman was someone you knew well, or at least thought you did, and he’s haunted you every chance he can.

Speak of the devil…

A bell dings, drawing your attention to the door where a man in a demon mask scans the room for someone. You recognize him immediately. Those boots. Those pants. That flannel shirt you always found totally hideous on him. Your heart sinks, the lollipop in your hand tumbling to the floor.

You see Minho and Han’s hearts sink too. It’s as if they sense that any joy you’d been feeling just went down the drain that instant. Minho whispers something into Han’s ear. You can’t make out what, only the calculated tone of his voice. “Hey!” Han says, perking up again, “We’re having a movie night tonight. You should come.”

As the man in the demon mask spots you, your eyes dart back and forth between the men. “A movie night? Sure that would be…I’d like that.”

Han takes you by the hand, “Wicked. Come on, you can pick a movie from the back.” He leads you towards the backroom just as the man advances towards you. Peeking over your shoulder you spot Minho blocking his way. A quick left turn stops you from seeing what happens next, filling your vision instead with tattered old movie posters.

Passing a few of Han’s coworkers, you wave politely and they smile in return. The back room’s like a dustier, quieter version of the sales floor. The walls are still lined with tapes, only there’s no way these have been watched any time in the past decade. Through the dust you see the spine of a tape titled Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 4.

“That one” you decide, stopping dead in your tracks.

Han stops too, squinting to spot what caught your eye, “A woman of taste I see.” 

Pulling it from the shelf, he blows the dust away and hands it to you. “Only the finest for you.”

You feel that lightness again. It's easy to feel it when he smiles at you like this. Such an unexpected but welcomed sense of safety. “Han, thanks for…” you start but the surprise sensation of his lips pressed to yours makes anything you were about to say feel insignificant.

With one hand still holding yours, his other hand comes to rest on your lower back. Your lips are somehow softer than he’d imagined. Even in the absence of the lingering strawberry flavored lollipop, he knows they’d taste just as sweet. Minho’s gonna kill him when he finds out that he kissed you first but nothing could be more worth it.

“Thank me by not worrying about your ex,” he says, “He won’t bother you anymore. I promise.” 

You want to tell him how much he doesn’t understand. That your ex doesn’t give up that easily. But you decide not to ruin the moment, even if letting yourself believe him feels delusional. “Jisung, we need you up front!” one of his coworkers shouts back. He hesitates, unsure if he should leave you or not.

You kiss him first this time, turning him loose, “Go. I’ll be fine back here. Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 1-3 have gotta be rotting around here somewhere right?” One last kiss and he’s rushing back up front, clueless as to how he’s supposed to focus on anything else now.

Turning back to the shelf you realize how big of a challenge you’re in for. Maybe there’s a feather duster somewhere? Or a respirator mask?

“Give it here. That has to be wrong.” Minho approaches the kitchen counter where you sit, playfully swinging your feet. He reaches for the magazine in your hand but you clutch it tightly to your chest, refusing to fork it over.

“Live with it, Minho. You are Suspicious Boyfriend.” 

“Suspicious boyfriend” Han sings, retrieving a bag of freshly popped popcorn from the microwave, “I think it has a ring to it.”

Hopping down from the counter, you skip your way over to Han extending the magazine and the pen in your hand out to him. “Your turn, Hannie.” You see the skepticism all over his face but don’t give up. All torture must be equal after all.

“I’ll take that” Minho smiles, stealing the popcorn for himself.

“Sure. Why not?” Han surrenders, grabbing the magazine and the pen. You and Minho watch on, far more amused than you should be, as Han skims the pages checking off answers to silly personality questions. Pick a country to travel to. Pick a favorite food. Upstairs or downstairs?

After a minute or two he finishes and slides the magazine back over to you. You can barely contain yourself as you assess his results. Leaning across the counter, you share them with Minho who immediately begins to laugh. 

“What’s so funny? What did I get?” Han asks looking so genuinely concerned that you almost feel bad for telling Minho first. Minho empties the popcorn into a bright orange Halloween bowl, shoveling some into his mouth. “Comic Relief Best Friend” he mumbles. Han frowns, coming to see for himself. You hold the results page up for him. 

Which Horror Character Are You?

You point to his score beneath the headline “Comic Relief Best Friend”.

“Oh, okay. So I’m funny and I die before him. Perfect.”

“Aww, come on. Don’t be like that” you say, poking at his chin, “It’s not like I got the best result either. I’m the Final Girl.” 

“What’s so bad about that?” Minho asks, his words muffled by food, “It means you make it to the sequel.” 

“No, it means that I’m boring. Badass but boring. I wanna be the killer. They have more fun.” 

Han shakes his head, a sympathetic hand resting on your shoulder, “I hate to break it to you but you’re not really killer material.” Minho takes your hand like a doctor prepared to give you some bad news, “Yeah, you just…you don’t have it in you, kid.” 

“Don’t have it in me? I do so!” you protest, your tantrum not doing much to make you less adorable. Minho moves toward the knife rack behind him, carefully selecting the biggest, sleekest one he can find. “Okay, so kill me.” 

There’s a long, tense silence.

“Come on. It’s not that hard. Just…” Minho mimes stabbing himself in the chest, his tongue stuck out sideways. “Give it!” you shout, running to take the knife away. Minho catches you by the wrist, slipping the knife into your hand and raising the tip of the blade an inch away from his throat.

“Do it” he dares, his hand tightening around yours, “Prove us wrong.”

There’s an unnerving excitement in his eyes as he awaits your decision. An excitement that doesn’t seem to want you to back away. No, it wants you to come closer. He wants you to come closer.

“Hannie,” you plead, “Can you talk some sense into him please?” Han joins the two of you, saying nothing at first, simply observing. The way that they watch you is intensely sexual and some part of you, one you hadn’t known existed until now, seems to take pleasure in it. 

Han laughs, bringing his arms around your waist, “Oh but sweetie, we’ve played your game. Don’t you wanna play ours now?”

[annwrites]

⸻ peonies & passion. ⸻

· pairing: queen maeve x fem!reader · type: one-shot · summary: maeve's usual assistant is out sick for the day & you're assigned in her place. unbeknownst to you, maeve always looks forward to the few & far between times when you replace the woman...so she can see you again. · tags: soft, sapphic romance, fluff, pining, cuddling, kissing · word count: 2,569

She knows she makes you nervous. But, in truth, while you're busy mentally beating yourself black and blue for stumbling over your words and two left feet because of her presence, it only serves to endear you to her all the more.

She likes how easily she can make you blush with only a playful wink, or by nudging you with her shoulder. She also likes the smell of your perfume, which reminds her of peonies, and that, even when you're gone, the scent of you still lingers where her skin has brushed against your own.

She likes when she catches you shyly staring at her, only to look away embarrassed when her eyes meet yours.

She likes your quiet voice and lovely laugh.

She likes.

She likes.

She likes...you.

Maggie always dreads this part of the day: the end of it. Well, only when you're once again in each other's company, that is.

Because, once it ends, unless her usual assistant calls out again come tomorrow—and she's definitely secretly hoping that she will—it will be an undetermined amount of time before she sets eyes, or gently brushing fingertips upon you again.

She wonders, often, if your sheepishness is due to her supe persona, or her.

She wonders if you like girls.

But she can't just come out and ask that, because she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. And God-forbid you take it for sexual harassment. She's not a scumbag like the Deep. She could never hurt or take advantage of you. She never wants you to think otherwise.

Because she...adores you.

Her, one of the strongest women in the world, brought metaphorically to her knees by someone so soft and fragile. But that's exactly why she loves likes you. For all your charming qualities. Physical or otherwise.

"Would you want to stay for a bit?" Maeve asks quietly while removing her diadem.

You blink at her nervously with wide eyes and she fights back a grin at the adorable sight.

"Oh. Is there something else that you need?"

She shakes her head, throwing the jewelry piece onto the coffee table. "Just wanted some company. Unless you have somewhere else you need to be?"

You clutch your tablet to your chest and softly shake your head, and she watches as your soft curls cascade over your shoulders.

She wonders if they feel as smooth as they look before her eyes flit back to your own.

"I don't," you reply sweetly, with a kind smile.

She nods toward her bedroom. "I'm going to get changed, then maybe we can order takeout and watch something?"

You smile and nod again.

She grins. "Do you want to borrow something? Just so you're more comfortable?"

You take a step closer. "S-sure."

She nods, then turns back toward the bedroom and you begin to follow along behind her, until she stops and glances to you over her shoulder.

Your eyes flit between hers only briefly before your face turns a shade of crimson. "Right. Sorry. I'll let you change first, then..."

She would have no qualms with you following along after and watching her. Or, much more, letting her undress and dress you in her clothes—or simply undress, so she can admire the piece of artwork she's sure you're hiding beneath your sweater and dress slacks—but she refrains from offering something she's sure will lead to you never coming back here.

To you never coming back to her.

Once Maeve has finished changing into a loose sweater and joggers, she returns to you with a t-shirt and sweatpants resting atop her arms.

She lets her hands brush against yours when she gives them to you.

"You can change in my room, if you want."

You nod silently before glancing to her from under your long lashes and stepping past her with heated cheeks.

She knows it's cliché and maybe a little on-the-nose, but because the story can be construed either way, she streams Fried Green Tomatoes while the two of you eat Chinese takeout.

She glances to you from the corner of her eye, watching as you take a bite of your crab rangoon and she bites back a smile at you being so near her. While wearing her clothes. And in her apartment, at that.

You lean forward and grasp a bit of lo mein between your chopsticks and your hair falls forward—nearly into your food—so she reaches over and tucks it gently behind your ear while allowing her knuckles to graze the warm skin of your cheek.

You glance to her with a mouthful of noodles and she grins broadly at the sight.

Your heart skips a beat.

Once the movie is through, Maeve is reluctant to move, even if she needs to desperately pee.

But she refuses to, because you’ve fallen asleep against her shoulder. Your cheek rests upon the crown of it while your body is pressed firmly into her side as slow, steady breaths escape through your slightly-parted lips. 

She smiles softly to herself at the feel of your warmth before slowly leaning her head to the side to rest atop your own.

She knows it’s dangerous to let herself fantasize about a life she could never have—it only makes the yearning for you ten times worse, as if that’s even possible at this point—but she lets herself anyway. For only a moment.

So she imagines a life where this is what she has to look forward to coming home to every night: you. 

Whether it’s with you in sweats eating junk food and takeout on the couch while watching bad B-movies on TV, or the pair of you lying in bed while she caresses every inch of your body while whispering sweet nothings to you to ensure you never forget how treasured you are by her, she would be content. Because it’s you that she would be sharing every moment with.

And then you stir in your sleep and the fantasy slips away.

You slowly lift your head and blink sleepily at her for a moment.

And all she wants in the entire world is to crush her lips to yours.

But she can’t lose you.

So she merely smiles instead. 

“Evening, sleepy head.”

You sit up suddenly then and your eyes grow wide while you shrink into yourself out of embarrassment. 

“Sorry,” you say quietly.

She shakes her head while standing and gathering up empty Chinese takeout containers to toss in the trash on her way to the bathroom. “Don’t be. You’re exhausted. And I didn’t mind.”

When she returns to you after relieving herself, it’s to you gathering your things. 

“Are…are you leaving?”

You glance to Maeve while shrugging on your cross-body bag. “Yeah, I’m pretty tired. I probably should’ve been in bed an hour ago.”

You blush while shifting nervously on your feet. “I had a nice time tonight. Thanks for dinner. I appreciated it.”

She takes a small step forward, desperate for a reason to keep you a bit longer. As in…all night.

“You could just stay here. If you’d like?”

You merely blink at her, your mind going blank in an instant.

“It’s just that you’re exhausted, like I said, and… I don’t want to have to worry about you on the roads. And I don’t mind if you, y’know, sleep over. I’m no Homelander, so I can’t exactly fly you home, or I would.”

She cringes internally. If that didn’t sound like a pathetic excuse at a come-on, she doesn’t know what would. 

“I don’t want to be a burden, or impose,” you insist.

She shakes her head, padding toward you. “You could never be that to me.”

She runs a hand down your arm, taking your bag from you. “The bedroom is this way.”

“Oh. I could just…” You glance back to the couch, then back to her. “If you have some extra sheets?”

She shrugs slightly. “My bed is more than big enough for two. Besides, what kind of sleepover would it be if I banished you to the other room?”

She throws an arm around your shoulder then, tugging you in the right direction alongside her.

You said goodnight to each other over twenty minutes ago, yet Maeve’s heart is still pattering away in her chest like a goddamn machine gun at the fact that you’re lying in her bed, only a few inches away. 

You’re turned on your side away from her, but she can tell from the depth and rate of your breaths that you’re still awake as well. 

She wants to say something. 

Should she say something? 

If she does…what? 

Maybe you’re on the verge of sleep and her talking will only serve to jolt you back awake. And she doesn’t want you dragging tomorrow, simply for your own sake.

But she has you here. In her bed. She has been desperate for months to see you again and now she has you all to herself.

She won’t waste the opportunity.

“So,” she says quietly. “What did you think they were?”

You slowly open your heavy lids and your brows furrow. “Hm?”

“Idgie and Ruth,” she explains. 

You turn over to face her, and you stare at her while she stares up at the ceiling.

“What about them?”

She folds her hands atop her stomach. “Have you ever wondered if they were more than just friends? I mean, it always came off that way to me in the movie. I don’t know about the book, since I’ve never read it.”

She turns her head to look at you. “Have you?”

You shake your head. 

She remains silent, waiting for your thoughts. Rather, for you to take the hint at what she’s trying to imply.

“Some, I think. Even when I was little, I always thought Idgie was a lesbian. She seemed more butch to me, at least. Like, Ruth was the only person in the whole movie she had eyes for.”

She slides her hand infinitesimally closer to you. “What about Ruth? Do you think she loved Idgie? I mean, I know she did, but I mean in that way.”

Your eyes flit between Maeve’s. “What do you think?”

She slides her hand the least bit closer, ignoring the way it shakes from nerves and uncertainty. “I think she was all Idgie could think about. And that Idgie adored her and…and she would’ve done anything for her just to make her happy and keep her safe. But Ruth… I think, maybe, she was afraid to admit that other part of herself existed. Fully, at least.”

You pulse begins to quicken.

Is Maeve… Is she…

You take a moment, then reply. “I think that Ruth saw Idgie as being stronger than her. And thus out of her league, you might say. And Ruth just…tried to do what was expected of her. Because that’s the way she was raised: to be a perfect, demure young lady who stays quiet and within the lines. She didn’t want to hold Idgie back. Maybe because she feared she could never get to the level of fearlessness Idgie had been at since she was a child. She wanted her to be the free spirit she was always meant to be.”

Maeve finally rests her palm atop the back of your hand. “Maybe Idgie felt like she could only be that when she was with Ruth, though.”

Maeve feels like she might as well turn into a giant fucking cheesewheel at the way she’s talking to you, but you make her that: into a sappy romantic. She just feels like you’re the type who probably has an appreciation for that sort of thing. And she likes when you’re happy, especially from her causing.

“Maeve—”

“My real name is Maggie. Which I think you know already, but you can call me that instead. If you want.”

You swallow thickly, starting again. “Maggie, are you… Do you—”

She finally crosses the threshold she’s been toeing cautiously for months on-end. 

“Like you? What finally gave it away?” She asks with a soft smile before caressing your cheek.

You blanch. “Oh. I…”

You trail off, having no idea how to approach this situation.

Wait.

Is that why she wanted you in her bed? To stay the night? 

You’d thought so differently of her, but instead…she’s just like every other power-hungry celebrity, isn’t she?

Your eyes sting at the sudden realization.

“I’m not… I didn’t come here to…” You grasp for the best way to word this that won’t lose you your job.

Meanwhile, Maggie’s heart shatters.

“Oh. I thought maybe…”

She drops her hand away. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I misread things.”

You both stew in awkward silence for a moment. 

“You don’t think that I’m…”She looks at you again. “I’m not trying to sleep with you.”

You stare at her doubtfully. “You’re not?”

She smiles and shakes her head. “No, sweetheart. I’m just…”

She sighs. “Alright, here goes: I’m crazy about you. I know the times we see each other are few and far between, but in the interim you’re all I think about. And I’ve been too scared to tell you any of this out of the fear of making you feel uncomfortable or harassed, or out of the risk of never seeing you again.”

Your heart jumps into your throat and your stomach quickly fills with butterflies.

Maggie watches appreciatively as your cheeks turn pink, which she can see even in the dim lighting the moon provides only in thin slivers through her bedroom curtains.

“I’ve only ever been with boys before,” you whisper.

She scoots the least bit closer to you. “Maybe I could change that.”

A pause. “Can I kiss you?”

A smile spreads suddenly across your face without warning and her heart warms at the sight.

You nod silently.

Maggie moves even closer until her body is pressed along the length of your own.

She tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek, and then she presses her lips to your own.

And you taste just as sweet as you look and sound and act and smell and… Nothing has ever been as perfect as this moment.

She gently spreads your plush lips with her own before tenderly flicking her tongue against yours and she nearly moans at the sensation.

God, you’re fucking perfect. Everything she’s been waiting for. Her girl.

After a moment, she pulls away and you half-bury your face in a pillow while staring up at her. “Have you and… Well, am I…”

She knows what you’re getting at.

“It’s only you, honey.”

She slowly wraps her arms around you. 

“Only you,” she whispers while pressing a loving kiss to the crown of your head.

You snuggle against her neck, and your eyes slowly flutter closed while a hot tear slips from the corner of your eye. “I’ve waited for so long to do that. I was always scared of what it would be like if I ever tried. I don’t know why I was now.”

She cradles the back of your head in her palm. “You and me both.”

“Why me?” You ask in a whisper. “I mean, you’re you, and I’m just—”

She leans back and grips your chin firmly between her fingertips. 

“Everything I’ve been waiting for,” she replies, cutting you short.

She leans in for another kiss.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

Rolan being a service sub.

That's it.

That's the ask.

“That’s it, that’s the ask.” Thank you prompter… I did not exactly match your short and sweet energy. In fact, this turned out quite long - but I hope you enjoy! (I think I'll also put this up on AO3 as a Rolan x Reader fic, title TBC. If you're on AO3 and want to off-anon yourself, I'll happily mark it as a gift - but no worries if you'd rather not!)

tags - sub Rolan, D/s, brief bloodplay mention, collars, rimming, overstimulation. 2392 words.

Sometimes, Rolan gets in a strange mood. Helping you almost insistently, begging you to take it easy. It’s often when you’ve been out, defending Baldur’s Gate from some new menace - an adventurer’s work is never done - but just as often it seems to accompany him staying up late, as if he fears having neglected you.

Coming back from an exhausting day of fighting ghouls, you find him waiting behind the counter of the closed-up Sundries, ostensibly taking inventory. The moment he sees you, he drops the scroll he’s holding and Misty Steps to your side, before kneeling at your feet.

‘Ah… Rolan?’ you ask, smiling. ‘How about a welcome home kiss?’

Not that he doesn’t look nice like that, you’re just surprised. Even more so when, instead of rising to give you a kiss, he throws his head between your legs, kissing your thigh.

‘You must be tired,’ he says hastily. ‘Allow me to take off your boots. Please.’

There’s a twinge of something so desperate, so needy in that last word, that you feel the heat stir inside you.

‘Well,’ you murmur, stroking his hair. Pulling it a little, until he gasps and the softest whine escapes. ‘Be quick about it. I want a bath.’

Rolan’s breath catches, and he stands up, an anxious frown on his face.

‘I will heat one for you -’

Snatching his wrist in the nick of time - interrupting the beginning of another Misty Step incantation - you pull him close, cupping his face in your hand. His jaw relaxes a little beneath your fingers, but he still looks tense.

‘Is everything alright?’

‘Of course,’ he snaps, and then bites his tongue. ‘I thought you liked me like this,’ he murmurs, looking a little unsure.

‘I do,’ you tell him, stroking his cheek softly. ‘Very much. It’s just… unusual for you. Obeying me without putting up an argument about it.’

‘Must I always be myself?’

It’s asked with a rake of one pointed canine over his lip, his expression tired. Frustrated even - but not at you.

‘Rolan,’ you murmur. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply - I know there’s more to you than that.’

You kiss him gently, lips brushing his, letting the soft pressure of his lips part yours. His are closed, but as your tongue flickers over their surface he tilts his mouth into yours, asking for more.

‘I was just worried. That you felt you had to earn something from me.’

He shakes his head, eyes closed, and frantically seeks another kiss. Your tongue presses deep into him this time, fingers curling in the soft twists of his hair.

When at last you break apart, you keep hold of him there, guiding his head down.

‘Boots first. And then a bath.’

'Of course.’

Sinking to the floor, he begins his deft work on your laces, elegant fingers dancing across the eyelets. When both of them are loose, you put your foot on his thigh and wait for him to tug each one off in succession, watching his brow furrow as if this is the most important task in the world. Perhaps you should sink into that feeling too. Why should he be doing anything else in this moment than worshipping you, serving you, adoring you? You deserve this.

Your heel digs in a little on his thigh, and he whimpers.

‘You’re beautiful,’ you tell him.

His eyes flick up to you, widening into oceans of gilded brilliance.

‘You are beautiful. I am -’

Kicking your other boot off, you bend down, seizing his jaw.

‘- not allowed to refuse a compliment,’ you warn him, finishing his sentence. The cold, silvery blade in your voice does its job. Rolan nods, taking a deep, shivering breath.

'What should I do next?'

'Pour me a bath. A hot one. I'll be down in a moment.'

Heading to your room, you strip off the last of your combat clothes and rummage in a drawer full of trinkets from your travels. There it is. A beautiful collar you found in the Underdark, glowing with Draconic runes. Admittedly, it might have been intended for a dog; but it looks big enough for Rolan's neck. And he would look so pretty in it.

Scents both woody and floral swirl through the air, rising from the bath tub steam, enveloping you in their heady grasp as you slip through one of the Tower's many magic portals into the cool stone of the Vault bathroom.

Rolan hastens over, eyes downcast.

'I have prepared it for you. Should I -'

'Rolan,' you interrupt. 'Look at me.'

He does. How obedient of him... although before his eyes meet yours, they brush over your naked form, and he subdues an eager flicker in his tail.

'Strip,' you command him.

'Is that collar for me?'

You slip your fingers back into his hair, about to remind him to follow your orders; but you don't get as far as pulling it. He's already rushing to rip off his robes, yanking with an uncharacteristic lack of care at the collar buttons.

'Good,' you whisper, letting him go.

In a moment, his clothes are discarded in a red-and-blue linen pool at his feet, his sharp toenails curling into the ground. Naked, he looks anxiously at you for direction - or approval?

'I told you,' you say, stroking his cheek. 'You're beautiful. Every part of you.'

Your hand slips down, wandering his ridged chest, tracing a lingering trail over the star of his stomach until at last you reach his thickness, his beautiful length already inflamed with so much lust he whines when you touch it.

'Sorry,' he gasps. 'My apologies - I'll be quiet, I promise.'

Your grip tightens, and he sobs.

'Don't be quiet.'

Rolan nods.

'No. I said don't be quiet.' Your fingers squeeze tighter yet, and he chokes out a groan.

'Of course - I'm sorry - anything you say.'

'Good.' You toy with his cock a little more, more tenderly this time, enjoying the pinch between his brows and the arch of his lip that tells you how much he likes it, how easily you could finish him already. Desire leaks from his tip as you thumb it.

'Should I put this collar on you? Would you like that? Would you like to feel owned?'

He shudders. 'Yes - please - yes -'

'Hmmm. The Master of Ramazith's Tower, collared. Perhaps you should wear this beneath your robes.' You tug the collar snugly, buckling it. Rolan's cock twitches.

'Ah - I believe it locks,' he mutters. 'With an incantation.'

'How do you know?' you tease him, forgetting, for a moment, your icily dominant mood.

'I, ah, was organising the drawers and... found it rather interesting.'

'You fucking whore.'

'Nnnnnh!'

He sobs, buckling against you. 'Gods, please, call me that again!'

'No. I'm getting in the bath.'

'No!' he protests, before he remembers himself. 'I mean - of course - whatever you say -'

'Mhhm. That's right. Now get me a glass of wine.'

The bath is deliciously hot, the water velvet with perfumed oils. Rolan has settled into the luxury of the Tower very enthusiastically, though only Ramazith himself knows how old those perfume bottles are. They might be collecting a little dust, but the smell is so intoxicating, you can't tell they've aged a bit. If you closed your eyes, you could picture yourself in a rose garden at sunset, caressing their silken petals and wrapping Rolan's fingers around the thorns, pressing down just a little until you could lick the blood from his pricked fingers.

Your hand slips down, palming at your groin.

Rolan stops dead as he comes back through the portal, clutching the glass and bottle in his hands tight. His cock throbs at the sight of you.

'Don't come without me,' he begs. 'Please. I want to please you - my body is yours -'

You beckon him closer, plucking the full glass from his fingers.

'Fetch that cushion,' you murmur, gesturing to the chair in the corner.

'As you wish.'

He pads over to get it, the tight curl of his tail tip betraying his arousal even from behind. And what a behind. You feel positively lecherous, drinking in the sight of his beautiful back, his wings and ridges and ass, lust written in the twist of your tongue and the arch of your back.

As Rolan returns to your side, you take a sip of wine, revelling in its rich taste.

'Put that on the floor, and kneel on it.'

His chest rises and falls with each of your instructions, no matter how small. Abruptly, you twist over the side, sloshing water all over him, taking a long look at his pretty cock. It looks even better, slicked with oil and water, glistening at the tip and burgundy-veined along its length.

Rolan's lips fall open, his breath racing. He tilts his hips a little, offering his cock for your gaze.

Well, since you've been invited. You lean further still over the tub's metal rim, pressing your fingers into his open mouth.

'Mmmmmf -'

His hips buck as you stroke his tongue.

'Touch yourself,' you murmur, sinking back into the bath with your fingers still wrapped in their wet, adoring embrace.

'Mmmm - '

Rolan frowns, protesting that commandment in particular; though he keeps sucking your fingers with an assiduous eagerness. Worship, even.

'Touch. Yourself,' you repeat more sharply.

He frowns again, the lines cutting deeper into his face.

'Nnnnn -'

You drag your fingers out of his mouth, and shrug, taking another draft of your wine.

'As you wish. If you won't behave, then you don't get to suck my fingers.'

'No, please,' he gasps. 'I will come - the moment I touch myself - you don't understand how desperate I am -'

'You won't come. Because I told you not to.'

'Ahhhh - please, just put your fingers back in my mouth - oh!'

Catching his collar in your fingers, you tug him closer.

'Hand on your cock. Now.'

Rolan hesitates, taking a deep breath; then, with an anxious grimace, he reaches slowly down between his legs, wincing as he touches it.

'You're so good, my love. Open your mouth.'

Before you slip your fingers back into him, you soak them in your wine, letting the shining ruby drops slip down their length onto his lips. He whimpers as you explore deeper, fingers pushing back into his throat, testing how well he can take you. Very well. After all, you do punish his argumentative mouth with something much larger, when he's in one of his brattier moods, and though he gags and chokes and protests he loves taking you. Today, though his throat hitches and his eyes water, he caresses you quietly, adoringly, bobbing gently on your fingers.

'Put this down,' you tell him, passing the half-finished glass to his free hand. Then, you lean once more over the side, pulling his forehead to your chest, stroking his horns and hair and ears. 'You're so perfect, Rolan. Gods. You're so good at serving me. You're so good at it. I'm going to spoil you for being so good - no, don't come, you can hold on -'

'Nnnnngh!'

He writhes, and suddenly a hot, wet tear splashes down on the back of your hand.

'Oh, Rolan. Does it hurt? Do you want to come that badly?'

More tears.

'Mmmm!'

His breaths are ragged, piercing the air with desperation; but they only make your blood run hotter.

'Fight it for me.'

'Mmmm! Nnnnngh - ah - fuck!'

He pulls back suddenly, and then slumps onto the floor, whimpering softly.

Jumping out of the bath, you kneel beside him, brushing the hair from his face.

'Breathe,' you whisper, and he nods.

Three squeezes of his hand, firm and deliberate. Three come right back. A smile creeps back onto your lips. He's alright. Deliciously close to the border of too-much - but just on the right side. You stroke his hair a moment longer, holding his hand over his chest; feeling his breath steady to mere fever, instead of delirium.

'I love you,' you murmur. 'Do you want to please me now?'

He nods, and the runes on his collar dance.

Gently, you tug him upright, and he takes his place back on the cushion. The veins on his cock are livid and straining, pretty ruby rivers of want; the temptation to stroke them is strong, but you resist.

Instead, you slip in front of him, putting one knee up on the bath rim. You brace your hands on the bath too, and then cant your hips back until your ass is right in his face.

'Well,' you tease him. 'Go on then.'

He dives in. Hands on your ass, spreading it so that his eager tongue can press in, first flickering and then circling and then pressing in, indecent in his haste to be inside you.

'Fuck, Rolan,' you groan, reaching between your legs again. 'Fuck! You're - so - good - don't - stop!'

If only you could enjoy the heat of his tongue longer, the feeling of it stroking you, caressing you - but you want to come so badly already, so wildly you don't want to wait. Rolan moans and whimpers into your asshole. You can't wait, not when you can feel the soft brush of his sounds on your skin, the squeeze of his fingers as he enjoys you, serving you so firmly his tongue must be aching, but he keeps his touch constant and eager, pressing into you over and over again -

'Fuck!' you shout, coming so hard you almost lurch into the bath. 'Fuck! Oh Gods -'

Twisting round, you drag Rolan to his feet, seizing him tight, and although the words 'come for me' are on your lips, they're already too late, because the moment Rolan's cock presses into your skin he shouts and sobs and claws you, spurting his load across both of your stomachs.

For a moment, you just stand, cradling him in your arms, kissing his exhausted face until he comes back to life with a hazy smile.

'Bath?' you ask him softly.

'Did I - did you -?' he asks hesitantly.

'Like it?' You laugh softly. 'Of course I liked it. Gods, Rolan. I loved it. And I love you.'

'I love you too,' he murmurs, and then groans. 'Gods. Yes. A bath.'

Before he gets in, his fingers reach for his throat. 'Do you mind if I keep this on? For now?'

[shuchu]

im not even a kyo stan but like 😳 imagining the trope where childhood friends get seperated for a while and when they reuinte again, person a is shocked at how much person b has changed and now person a is confused and flustered around person b 🥺

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ different but familiar ₊˚ෆ

character(s): kyo kaneko

note: gn!reader ; fluff ; not proof read!

a/n: oh gosh i haven't written a proper fic in ages... i apologise if this is sloppy ;w; but hey, my first kyo fic o_o despite being a kyomie for a while now lol oops. i actually really enjoyed writing this, it made me feel all soft and warm on the inside hehe. this kinda ended on a cliffhanger, let me know if you guys want a part two!! thank you anon for the idea!! enjoy lovelies ♡

art credit

you were on your way to the coffee shop nearby to get your coffee before heading to work. you take a deep breath of the crisp autumn air as you walk through a carpet of leaves, hearing them crunch beneath your feet. you swing open the door and hear the little jingle of the bell before the delicious smell of freshly baked pastries mixed with the fragrant scent of coffee wafts towards your nose. a faint smile graces your features as you walk towards the counter to order.

"hi what can i get for you today?" the cheerful cashier asks.

"i'll have an oat milk cappuccino with 2 shots of espresso as well as a croissant please." you respond, giving the cashier a friendly smile.

"will that be all?"

"yep! thank you!"

just as you were about to pull out your card to pay, you see someone reach forward to tap their card on the machine. you turn to your left to see who it was. a guy with light blue hair smiles at you and says, "my treat."

as you walked over to the collection counter with him, you were trying to figure out why this guy looked so familiar. did you know him?

and then it hit you...your eyes widened as you looked at him

"kyo?"

he turned towards you with a soft chuckle, "took you long enough."

"oh my gosh...i haven't seen you in..." your voice falters as you try to recall the number of years

"thirteen years." he says as he looks at you with a small smile

"oh wow...it's been that long huh? how've you been? i hope mr. and mrs. kaneko have been well."

"oh yeah i've been busy, got a job that literally takes up all of my time. my parents are doing good though, thank you for asking about them."

"so...what brings you back to our quaint little town?"

"well...my mom and dad wanted to meet some old friends and catch up with them. i've been working tirelessly for months without a break so i decided..."

kyo's voice drifts off, melting together with the background ambiance of the coffee shop as you stare shamelessly at him, noticing the changes in his appearance since you last saw him.

oh wow, when did he get his ear pierced? his face changed a lot...it's a lot more defined now. also, he shot up so much what the heck?! i was taller than him when we were kids...that's so unfair, why do guys get so much taller after puberty...wait, was he always this handsome...?

"hey...hey y/n...are you done checking me out?" kyo's voice gets clearer again as you snap out of your thoughts. you feel your cheeks heat up after getting caught staring at him and because of the close proximity between the both of you. he leaned in to get your attention and now both of your faces were just a few inches apart.

you avert your gaze to compose yourself and mumble, "i wasn't checking you out..."

he leans back and chuckles, "uh huh...so tell me what i said then." he teases, a smirk evident on his face.

you stay silent because obviously you didn't hear what he said, he chuckles and flicks your forehead gently, "you haven't changed a bit, always spacing out."

you move your hand to rub the spot he flicked with a pout, "quit it, you're still as annoying as you were back then." you giggle after and he laughs too. it felt nice to joke around with him again. your heart swells with happiness, you've missed him — more than you thought you did.

the barista calls out your name and you go to grab your order.

"i'm assuming you're headed off to work now, where do you work by the way?"

"oh it's just 3 blocks down, that massive office building?"

"oh yeah, i know which one you're talking about. what time do you get off work?"

"6pm."

"oh perfect, i'll see you then. we need to have a proper catchup. dinner's on me too." he says with a boyish grin.

"no that's okay, i can-"

"nuh uh uh, no can do. um...i'm sure you have to start walking, it's almost 9am. you don't wanna be late to work do you?" he says as he places his hands on your shoulders and swivels you around to face the direction of your office.

you click your tongue and start walking, turning your head back to respond to him, "we'll see mr kaneko. i'll have my card ready this time."

"byeee! good luck at work! i'll see you at 6!" he calls out as he waves at you

you wave too and turn back around with a sappy smile on your face, your cheeks flushed. well that's something to motivate me to get through work today

[13as07]

Spitting Image #4

(Gaara Sabaku)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to silent.rosario]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,077

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Part five? Maybe. Prequel? Also maybe. Y’all’s thoughts?

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     I have spent the last year and a half shifting between being thankful to Gaara and hating him. At this moment, I hate him. I am hot, sweaty, sunburnt, with sand in crevices I didn't know existed. And, this camel isn't too comfortable to ride. I am tired and irritable. Honestly, I'm just being a bitch right now and I know it. Sadly for Gaara, he's on the wrong end of the bitch stick.

     On the plus note, Yoshiki seems to be living his best life. Courtesy of his father's genes, the heat doesn't seem to bother him. If anything, he's enjoying the temperature and the feeling of the sand Shinki keeps playing with him in.

     "My Dear - "

     "Call me that again and I'll cut your tongue out," I hiss at Gaara, stopping whatever attempt at comforting he was going to offer this time. "I am not your dear, we are not together, you're nothing more than the father of my child. Don't let this move convince you otherwise."

     He goes stone-faced, slowly blinking in that dumb way he does when he's thinking. "Perhaps we shall spend the day cooling off once we get back to the village. I think the heat is getting to you."

     "And I think you're a dumbass with a weak pull-out game," I mumble under my breath, shifting on the camel saddle again.

     "My dear - "

     "I'm going to stab you."

     " - would you like me to get you down? Maybe stretching your legs will help you feel better. You get antsy if you stay still too long. Besides, I'm sure Shinki could use the rest."

"Jerk," I mutter, rolling my eyes at the man. As if he knows what will make me feel better.

I know he heard me, the proof being the slow blinking of his eyes again. Regardless, Gaara's hold on the camel's reins drops to grip my waist. He helps me down, sight as intense as ever as he settles me on my feet. "See? Better. Now, please be nice," he mutters, hands sliding over my sides to brush off some of the sand specks. "I'm not too fond of the attitude you have at the moment."

"Ya? You won't be too fond of my foot up your - "

"Papa?" Shinki calls, cutting off my empty threat. "Can Yoshiki ride the camel with me?"

"Yes."

"No," I answer, head snapping towards Gaara. "No, it's not safe," I repeat, glaring at the boys' father who seems confused by my decision.

     "It will be fine. Shinki has been carrying him, what would the difference be if he kept carrying him?"

     "Instead of a four-foot fall, it would be a seven-foot fall?!" I say more than ask, dumbfounded by the shinobi's thought process. "Not to mention it's a bumper ride than just walking with him in his arms. It'll be harder to hold him especially if he wiggles around."

     "It will be fine," Gaara repeats, lifting Shinki - with Yoshiki still in his hold - onto the camel.

     "It will not be fine. Gaara, get him down!" I shriek, panic quickly feeling me up. "What if he falls? What if - "

     "What if you calmed down?" He asks, leaning in to bump his nose against mine. I stand there stunned, blinking at the dumbass as my panic quickly grows into anger. "My apologies, Shikamaru does that to Temari when she gets a bit much to handle. It tends to calm her down, it does not calm you down."

"Of course it's not going to calm me down! My baby is up way too high! The chances of him falling and getting hurt"

"He is fine, my dear. Shinki is not going to drop him, and even if he does - which he will not - I am right here to catch him. Please calm down. Your irritation is starting to irritate me."

Before I can stop myself, my hand swings forward, having a mind of its own. A mind to smack the stupidity out of Gaara. The hit doesn't land though, he catches my wrist before I have a chance to touch him. "Perhaps while the boys take a dip in the springs, we can have some alone time. My brother tells me women can get irritable when their bedroom needs have not been fulfilled in a while."

He has to be kidding, right? Gaara can't be this stupid, this naive, this unaware of the things he says. "What the hell is your problem?" I hiss, trying and failing to tug my wrist out of his hold. "What part of 'we aren't together' do you not understand?"

Another round of slow blinking, making the black markings of Gaara's eyes stand out. I like his markings, the ones around his eyes, the one on his forehead. They're what originally caught my attention, but I can't think of that right now, because he is an irresponsible idiot.

"Would you like to sit on the camel with the boys? Would that calm you down?"

"Yes."

He lets out a soft sigh before turning away from me, going to work situating the three of us in the saddle. "Better?" He mumbles, his hand clinging to my thigh I have pressed against the sides of the animal.

"I guess," I murmur, trying to shake his hand off. "Can we get going? I feel like I'm melting."

"As you wish, Dear."

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All I can think about is a cold shower and a nap as Gaara leads us around the streets of his village. Yoshiki has the same idea, my son is fast asleep, cuddled up in the back wrap his father is carrying him in. Shinki is fast asleep too, my watchful eyes on him as he rests in the saddle.

     "My dear - "

     "Stop calling me that."

     "My dear," he repeats, stopping in his tracks. "What is it that you want made for dinner?"

     "What do you want for dinner?" I ask, leaning closer to take a peek at Yoshiki. "I can make whatever you want. I'm not really in the mood to eat anything."

     Gaara's head tilts as his face scrunches up. "You do not have to cook anything for dinner. We have chefs at the palace. They shall cook us dinner."

     "What?"

     "My dear," he annoyingly says for the hundredth time today. "There is staff at the Hokage palace. They take care of things so there is less I need to do. Cooking, cleaning, all that stuff."

     "Oh," I mutter, the fears that come along with this move amping up again. "That's... useful."

     "Yes, it is. I will have to get Yoshiki and you ID cards for the palace but for now it should be fine. I also - " Gaara goes on a ramble about the things he needs to do to get our son and me settled.

     I let his ramble go on as I follow after him. Soon a round-looking building with a red symbol falls into view, standing out from all the sandstone buildings. "Gaara?"

     "Yes, my dear?"

     I brush off the nickname this time. "What's that building?" I ask, pointing to the symboled building.

     His eyes flicker towards where I'm pointing before falling back to me. "It is my home, our home. It is our home," he rambles, tugging in the camel's reins before his free hand falls to grip mine. "Let me take you home," he whispers, tugging all of us forward.

     What I think is eagerness flows off the man who's almost dragging me forward. "You seem excited," I tease, letting my eyes flicker down to our joint hands. I don't know how I feel about it. It's not the worst feeling in the world, it's actually pretty nice. Maybe I'm being too harsh, maybe I'm not giving Gaara enough credit, or enough effort.

     "I am not excited. I am... I would like to see my family in my house. I would like to see that a lot."

     "So, excited?" I repeat, a smile crawling on my face. Maybe I should give him a chance, he is trying really hard after all. "Gaara?"

     "Yes, my dear? Have you given some thought to us enjoying our marital perks?"

     Just kidding. Gaara is an idiot who doesn't know boundaries. "No," I mutter, shaking my hand loose from his. "Just a reminder, we're not married."

     "Not yet, but - "

     "But never," I cut him off, leaning closer to him long enough to pull Yoshiki out of his carrier wraps. "We're not going to get married. Not now, not soon, not never," I hiss, holding my son to my chest as I storm away from him.

     "My dear? Will you calm down? I don't understand why you're upset," he calls after me, trailing behind as I rush towards the palace.

     "Because you're suffocating, Gaara," I shriek, quickly walking up the steps of Yosh's and my new home.

     "I'm suffocating? What do you mean? I don't understand, dear. Would you please explain what is happening?"

     "Dear Lord, Gaara!" I yell, turning to the side so I can look at him and not fall down the stairs. "That! You're trying so hard and... and... go away!"

     I storm the rest of the way up the stairs, Yoshiki now awake, my upsetness rubbing off on him and warming up his tantrum. "Ma'am!" A man at the entrance calls. His head is covered in a wrapping and one of those hourglass headbands I've seen around the village hangs around his neck. "You cannot enter the palace without showing your ID badge."

     "Bug off," I groan, storming past him to push the door open.

     "Madam, don't make you detain you," the man calls, jumping forward to tug my hand off the door.

     "Norio, unhand her this instant!" Gaara calls anger coating his face and his words. "She and my son are free to come and go as they wish. If you ever put your hands on her again, you will not be found by anyone. There won't be anything to find, am I understood?"

     He's fuming by the time the threat is let loose, jaw locked and murder swimming in his eyes. The look makes my heart pound in my chest and my arms tighten around my son. This isn't how Gaara acts, he's soft-spoken, he's gentle, he doesn't yell, and he sure as hell doesn't threaten to kill people.

     "Yes, Kazekage. My apologies, my lord," the guard says, releasing me before he bows. "My greatest apologies consort Kazekage."

     "My dear," Gaara calls, helping his son to his feet before working his way up the stairs. "Would you please calm down?"

     "Would you please leave me alone?" I shout, walking through the door before slamming it in his face.

     I storm through the palace, rocking Yoshiki who has started screaming in my arms. This village is suffocating, this house is suffocating, Gaara is suffocating. I thought he was just scary looking, that it was just how he looked, but after how quickly that threat came out and how upset he looked, I don't think it's just a façade.

     "It's okay, my love," I coo, shifting Yosh further up so I can cover his cheeks in kisses. "It's okay... we're just... in a village I know nothing about, with the only person I know being your father, who is scary as hell," I mutter more to myself than to Yosh. My soft tone works nonetheless, calming him down.

     As my son soothes down, I look around the random hallway we've ended up in. The thought of calling for Gaara crosses my mind, quickly being followed by the fear the scene outside has littered my nerves. "What position did I put us in?" I murmur, shifting Yoshiki in my hold. He smiles at me, hands landing on my cheeks to squish them as he babbles.

     "Lady Sabaku?" A voice calls, a young lady with a long head of raven hair asks, her head poking out from a door a few paces ahead. "Lord Gaara said you'd be home today. I have drawn an ice bath for you if you'd like to cool off. I'm sure the heat of the desert has gotten to you."

     My eyes flickered between Yoshiki and the woman, my nerves still shot. Is this a trap or am I just uneasy? However, I could use the cool down and Yosh is covered in sand. "Yes, I'd enjoy that," I finally decide, slowly walking forward. "Thank you...?"

     "Gou," the woman says, bowing once I'm stood in front of her. "My name is Gou, Lady Sabaku. I am your handmaid, my lady."

     "Handmaid?" I ask, shifting Yoshiki again. I don't know why he seems so heavy today. Probably because of the heat still seeping off my skin.

     "Yes, my lady," Gou says, standing up straight before she snaps her fingers. The door swings open wider, another lady - this one with short red hair - pops out from the room. "This is Sana. She is the palace nanny. Her primary focus is Shinki but until we find a nanny you approve of for Yoshiki, she will aid you in caring for him."

     "I... don't want her touching my son...s," I say, making it plural toward the end. If she's Shinki's nanny, Gaara must approve of her, so she's a good person... maybe? I don't know, especially after Gaara's little power trip.

     "As you wish, my lady. Give me a few moments to prepare your bath to suit Yoshiki joining you," the woman mumbles before turning on her heels.

     "Wait!" I call, holding my son closer to my chest as the Sana lady bows before walking down the hallway. Gou stops in her tracks, turning back towards me. "What... what is a handmaid?"

     "It means I am your personal servant. I am here to serve you in any way necessary, at any time, for anything you need. I am at your serves, my lady." She finishes off the little speech with another bow. "What you and our prince still like an ice bath?"

     "Yes, please."

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     My eyes are locked on the boys through the cracked door. As I've been soaking in the bath, Shinki and Yoshiki have been playing with Shinki's nanny. She seems nice, which has helped me calm down a bit. Shinki is bouncing on the guest bed, making his younger brother tumble around from the mattress moving. The nanny promptly sat on the bed, leaning over the mattress to help keep my son upright and not accidentally stumbled on.

     There's a knock on the door before Gaara's head pops in, cutting off my view of the boys. "Hello, my dear."

     "I've told you to stop calling me that," I mumble, sliding deeper into the bathtub.

     "As you wish, my... darling," he mutters the last word, imaginary eyebrows scrunching together as he walks into the bathroom. "It seems that you have settled. I have had Gou and some of the other servants unpack your things."

     "In there?" I ask, flickering my eyes towards the bedroom.

     "Of course not. It's been unpacked into - "

     "We are not sharing a bedroom," I cut him off, sinking even lower, the water settling over my shoulders now.

     "Not for the time being. You will stay in the master bedroom. I shall stay in a guest room unless you are comfortable with us sharing a bed."

     "I'm not."

     "Then I shall stay in a guest room," he mutters, his eyes scanning the bath water before they flicker towards the window in the room. His cheeks are a light pink color, a bit blown out as he stares at the street outside. "Kankuro tells me it sounds like I have scared you. Is that true? Did I scare you?"

     "Maybe," I mutter, skirting my fingertips over the surface of the water. "You were a little... harsh with Mr Security Guard. You don't usually act like that and... it was scary."

     Gaara lets out a sigh before he sinks to the tiled floor. His chin rests on the side of the tub, his cat-like eyes locked on my face as he stares at me. His eyes are intense, not the 'I'm going to murder someone' intense but the usual 'trying to figure you out' intense.

     "I did not mean to scare you," he whispers, eyes flickering down before they settle on my face again. "I just..." his cheeks puff out for a second as his eyes jump around, ending up settling on the boys still playing in the bedroom. "I did not like how it made me feel... seeing the palace guard grabbing at you. It made me a little... I don't know."

     "You don't know what?" I ask, blowing on the water to cause it to ripple.

     "I don't know how you make me feel. I enjoy... you, but you make me very angry. Especially when you get angry and won't tell what I have done."

     I scan the confused man for a moment, taking in the dark circles of his eyes that are more visible because of his scrunched-up face. Slowly, I move my hand out of the water to cup Gaara's cheek, confusion flickering across his face as his focus shifts to me again.

     "Gaara?"

     "Yes, my dear - er - darling?"

     I swipe my thumb over his cheek watching the confusion slide around his face. "You can be a little much sometimes. Just because we have a child together doesn't mean I want to, let alone am ready for us to be together."

     "I don't make you feel good?" He asks, his soft confusion is quickly bubbly to angry confusion. "You make me feel... nice. Why don't I make you feel nice? I do not understand."

     "You do, sometimes. You made me feel really nice the first time I met you - "

     "Well yes, that is what sex is for. To make people feel good."

     "Not just the sex, Gaara," I groan, dropping my hand from his face and letting it soak into the bath water again. "You move too fast. I am happy you want to be with me and I like having you around, but there are some steps between being strangers to being a married couple."

     "I am aware, but we... missed some steps. I like how you make me feel and you have had my son. I want you to be my wife, so you shall be my wife. That is what we are supposed to do."

     "Gaara."

     "My darling?"

     "I will make you a list."

     "A list?"

     "Yes, a list," I mutter, fluttering my eyes closed. "I will make you a list of stuff that makes me feel how I make you feel. When you have all the boxes checked off, you can ask me to marry you again."

     "Until then?"

     "Until then, stop asking me to marry you, stop talking about weddings, and just... stop talking about the future for now, okay? I just need some space."

     He blinks slowly as his eyes flicker between my face and my chest. "Alright, I will give you space."

     I let out a sigh, my shoulders relaxing at the spare-of-the-moment plan I came up with. It's not a lie, I do enjoy Gaara and a part of me will always love him especially since he is the father of my son. I'm sure if he slowed down I would fall in love with him, but if he keeps pushing I don't think it'll work out how we both seem to want.

     "Darling?" I hum a yes, opening one of my eyes to look at him. Gaara's eyes are soft and now locked on my legs instead of my chest. "I wish to join your bath. You should let me join you."

     I let out another sigh, deciding it would be easier to end my bath than fight the father of my child. "I'm getting out actually, do you mind grabbing me a towel."

     "As you wish, darling."

     "As you wish, darling," I mumble under my breath, a soft smile crawling on my face as I watch Gaara search for a towel.

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     A knock at the door stirs me in my bed. Like usual, my first reaction is to check on Yoshiki who's asleep in the bassinet next to my bed. Gaara tried insisting on letting him sleep in the nursery set up for him across the room, but the thought made me panic. So many people that come and go from the palace that I don't know, let alone trust. I would have never been able to sleep with him so far away.

     Another knock comes, pulling a sigh from me. I've sighed a lot today, courtesy of Gaara's failing attempts to give me space. On the plus note, he hasn't mentioned anything about marriage or weddings since our conversation.

     "Come in," I mutter, flapping back onto the bed. It's huge, easily fitting three people fully stretched out. Everything here is huge, the rooms, the dining room, the hallways, everything.

     The door slowly gets pushed open, the light from the hallway sneaking in. "Darling?"

     "Gaara?" I sigh out, eyes caught in the hanging drapes of the bed frame.

     "Can I come in?"

     "Sure."

     More light spills in before it's cut off by the door closing. The soft patter of Gaara crossing the carpet fills the space, soon replaced by the sound of him crawling into bed with me. The hot-headed Shinobi hangs his head above mine, his red hair fanned out and his forehead mark on full display, reminding me of the similar one our son has. "Hello, Darling. I have been looking over your list."

     "Ya?"

     "Yes. Should I do the things in order?" He asks, head tilting as his eyes run over my face.

     "Not necessarily, why?"

     Gaara settles down next to me, sitting against the headboard before he pulls out the paper. I shift in bed, mirroring his position. My eyes scan over the sheet, rereading the list I made for him.

     Date Nights

     Day trips

     Cooking together

     Late night cuddles

     Love Letters

     Star gazing

     Spa Nights

     "I don't know what cuddling is, but it is late at night. Would you show me?" He asks, cutting me off from finishing reading the page.

     My eyes flicker towards him, taking in the blankness of it as he looks at me for guidance. "Ya, I can."

     "What are the steps?"

     I let out an airy laugh, flickering my eyes around the room. "Just lay down, Gaara."

     "Why? Am I going to sleep? If so, I will need to change out of my day clothes."

     "Dear lord, Gaar. Fine, take off your clothes. Strip down to your boxes. I don't care," I groan, and lay back down on the bed. I snap my eyes closed again, soaking in the warmth of the bedding.

     The bed undips as he climbs out of it, the sound of his clothes shuffling off filling the space. "I am unclothed. Now what do I do?"

     I roll onto my back, letting my eyes scan Gaara's frame, the frame I haven't seen in so long. "What the hell is on your sides?" I ask, the imprints there snagging my attention but I am unable to make out what it is.

     "Your scratch marks."

     "What?"

     "The scratch marks from our night together. They made me feel... the ways you made me feel. So, I had them permanently stuck on my skin."

     "You tattooed the scratch marks I left on you?"

     "Yes."

     My eyes blink on over-drive as I look at the emotionally unintelligent man next to the mattress. "Lay down under the sheets," I muttered, lifting the blanket. Gaara does as he's ordered, laying as stiff as a board once he's in the bed. I slowly shift closer to him, laying next to his side and resting my head on his chest. "You don't have to be... unclothed for us to cuddle, by the way."

     "Alright."

     "It's love, by the way."

     "What is love?"

     "The thing I make you feel. It's called love."

     "Do you love me?"

     "I think so," I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. "You scare me so it's hard to tell, but yes, I think I do."

     "Do you know I love you?"

     "I mean, you gave me a son that's the spitting image of you so I'm pretty sure I know you love me."

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[glowingbadger]

Hi if the requests are still open could I get Hiei and In Heat? Hiei being the one in heat or maybe even both to mix it up.

Also if you wanted extra ideas, they could both have genuine feeling for each other but Hiei is not sure how to deal with his feelings?

If you don't feel inspired with that idea, do whatever you like, your writing is amazing :)

Thank you in advance for doing these requests, I'm looking forward to what combinations others think of

GUYS I finally had the time to fucking WRITE SOMETHING, goddamn. That said, no clue how good this is because I feel like I've been away for so long lmao. But hey, here's hoping I'll have time for more soon.

Hiei (YYH) x GN! Reader

Kink prompts list #54 (In Heat)

NSFW 18+

"It is true that our mutual friend is not an easy one to read, nor to warm to," Kurama had said with a subdued grin, just as you were about to part ways at the train station that afternoon, "But patience bears all sorts of rewards- and besides..." he paused, as though not certain whether he should continue. You looked at him inquisitively, and his smile broadened, "Oh, I was just thinking that I wouldn't be surprised if you saw him perhaps sooner than you'd expected, that's all. Call it a hunch."

Another point for the fox's near prescient intuition- or perhaps he simply had more intel than you did. That very night, you'd wearily closed the door to your bedroom behind you, only to be confronted by scarlet eyes and a hand on the wall pinning you between it and Hiei himself. You say his name in shock, but he hardly seems to hear you. He's... strange. There's a tension wired through his entire body that has his muscles visibly strained. There's something wild in his eyes- something you've seen behind them when the rage inside of him boiled over and his flames couldn't be contained. Sure enough, his body is warm- so warm, radiating, spreading to you as he speaks.

"I'll only say this once, so listen now," he says before you can get a word out, "I need you. It's... agonizing," he grits his teeth for a moment, "I've kept this at bay for long enough. And now, this... this Heat is..."

"Hiei..." you whisper his name as your mind scrambles and trips over itself to make sense of his words. The word "heat" echoes in your thoughts and thrums through your nerves, and you can hardly believe your own senses. Have your unchecked desires manifested in to some sort of lustful hallucination?

But then, Hiei's fingers drag trembling along your cheek and into your hair, and this unsteady contact tells you that, no, this is very real. His touch is fevered and yet tentative, as though exerting every ounce of his focus to be so gentle with you.

"Tell me. Do you... want this..?"

You're still not certain you understand what's happening. It's all so sudden, so unlike him- but if nothing else, you can at least piece together that Hiei desires you, lusts for you, and in the same way those needs have overtaken him, you feel them surging up within you too quickly to be contained.

The moment he sees you give the slightest hint of a nod, he pulls you with unyielding strength towards your bed. And when he kisses you, it feels like you're igniting.

Your fingers drag into his hair, pulling him to you as though you could possibly be any closer. He utters a rasping groan into your mouth, and before you realize what he's doing, he's grabbed a fistful of your shirt and quite literally torn it apart at the front. You might be irritated by this if you weren't so swept up in his relentless pace. Now with access to more soft and vulnerable skin, he harshly kisses and bites his way down your chest, all the while his hands now tug at your thighs, slotting them around his hips until he can rut his cock against your warmth. You catch your breath, your head tilting back on the pillow. For a moment, he fumbles with the button of your jeans, then instead simply snarls out,

"Off."

You rush to obey, your need for him compelling you. So long- fuck, you've wanted this for so long. Had he known all this time that all it would take was a simple command and you would offer yourself to him completely? He must know now; every touch and bite and fevered kiss has you arching your body against him, gasping his name, clawing your nails down his back.

Once you both have wrestled yourselves free of your clothes, he kneels between your parted legs and, to your surprise, halts for a moment. His burning crimson eyes meet yours, his hands grip tight at the outer swell of your thighs, and you can see the red divots left behind in their wake.

"I'm going to make you my mate." he says, and you can see the way his hardened cock twitches at the very thought. An unfamiliar whimper escapes you, but you nod.

"Yes," you whisper, "Hiei, please-"

"That means you're mine, understand?" he leans over you, one hand still firmly at your thigh and the other pinned against the pillow behind you, "Humans have all sorts of ridiculous mating rituals. Ours are simple. I take you, and I keep you. If you're going to regret it, then-"

"I won't," you're not certain what he sees in the direct stare you offer him. Longing, determination, perhaps desperation. Whatever he sees, it seems to satisfy him. His jaw tightens, he shifts towards you, and you feel the tip of his member pressing between your folds. The head catches at your opening, and you gasp as he begins to push into you. You feel yourself stretching around him, squeezing tight as you receive him, but you force your eyes to meet his all the while. With the first couple of inches, his frame tenses. By the time he's half buried in you, his teeth are bared and he's panting softly. Then, he hilts into you to the base, and immediately begins to buck his hips.

"Fuck-!" You gasp aloud, your nails raking down his hard, muscled arms.

"Mine..." you barely hear him mutter amidst panting moans and the sounds of your bodies meeting in blissful, maddening friction, "My mate..."

[skiller0dani]

Secrets | Part 3

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smut | shy!hufflepuff!reader requests info w.c | 3.9k summary | You begin to discover that moving on from Sebastian isn't as easy as you thought it would be.

This was always meant to be more of a Sebastian story, but Garreth is having a bigger role than I expected. Oops lmao but that's why this might seem Sebastian-biased. It was always intended to be a reader x Seb story. Who knows how the story will evolve as I write it though! I never plan the parts ahead of time, I usually just wing it when I sit down at my computer.

I know some of you wanted this to be slower, but I didn't plan on this being longer than 4 maybe 5 parts (knowing me it will be lmao). Perhaps I'll write a slow burn Sebastian story in the future, this was never going to be long enough for that. I hope you still enjoy this anyway!

Song This Song too lol

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

The worst part about a breakup is catching yourself falling into old habits that you don't need anymore. Like how you only realize you don't need to go to the Slytherin common room before lessons when you're already halfway there. Or that you don't need to grab an extra muffin at breakfast because Sebastian slept in again. Taking notes twice in Defense Against the Dark Arts, unnecessary. Reaching for his hand in the hallway only to remember he isn't there hurts more than you'd care to admit. You could feel Sebastian's eyes on you sometimes, whenever he was actually at school. According to Ominis, Sebastian has spent a lot of time disappearing from the castle and leaving the grounds altogether. Not that you were asking about Sebastian, you were just...making conversation.

You tried not to worry about him, after what he lied to you about. You tried not to even think about him at all, because when you did you thought about Solomon Sallow. Thought about Sebastian killing him, thought about his poor sister who was all alone now. Thought about how Sebastian kept this from you for the entire 18 months you two were together. He pursued the Dark Arts, taught himself the Unforgivable Curses and used them. All of them! Thinking about it made you want to cry all over again, made your stomach twist and turn. You felt so angry, heat and rage engulfing you at the mere mention of Sebastian's name. Beneath the anger is sadness unlike anything you've ever known. You feel like your heart has been crushed, left in pieces and you have to dig them out and put them back together. You didn't even know how.

Garreth helped, you spent all your free time with him, like you used to before you and Sebastian got together and he practically banned all contact with Garreth. Now you know why. Sebastian knew Garreth would tell you the truth, he knew Garreth would do what he couldn't. Sebastian felt threatened by Garreth, that much was obvious. Oddly enough, Garreth seemed threatened by Sebastian too. You mostly helped him with his potions, the two of you spent a lot of time wandering the castle grounds looking for ingredients. Which is where you found yourself currently, slowly strolling the grounds. Fall was in full swing, the leaves slowly turning orange and falling from barren branches. The wind had a cool edge to it, slowly sweeping in winter.

"You think Leaping Toadstools would be easier to find...seeing as they're leaping and all..." Garreth complained, his eyes scanning the ground for the red caps of the mushrooms. Your shoulder was pressed against his, your cheeks tinted pink from the chill. Neither of you mentioned when you kissed him...but you thought about it more than you cared to admit. You were beginning to think about him more often as well, your mind drifting to places it hadn't been since before Sebastian. You hate that this happened. That moments in your life are now categorized as 'before Sebastian' and 'after Sebastian'. You never wanted there to be an after.

"Perhaps they shrivel in the cold. Or simply burrow further..." You muse, the grounds were oddly bare of Leaping Toadstools. They usually gave you quite a fright- leaping out when you least expected it. Now you couldn't hear the thump thump thump of their enthusiastic leaps.

"What do you need them for anyway?"

"They have a powerful healing property, along with other effects. I'm hoping to dilute them into a new drink I'm making." Garreth explained, his eyes lighting up suddenly.

"Aha! Gotcha." He smiled victoriously as he pulled a few Toadstools from the ground, tossing them into the bag he brought along. You felt the cold breeze now that Garreth had knelt down, his body heat had kept you at a comfortable temperature.

"C'mere, I'm cold." You whined, bringing a smile to his face.

"Patience, brilliance takes time." Garreth retorted, making you laugh.

"Brilliance? Anybody can pull Toadstools. It'll take more to impress me I'm afraid." You tease, feigning an unimpressed tone.

"Yeah? Guess I'll have to make such an amazing drink, you'll be begging me for more." Garreth rose to his feet then, his green eyes a shade darker as he looked down at you. Your cheeks flushed, though you didn't know if it was from the cold or his close proximity. His chest was nearly touching yours, and there was this look in his eyes. It made butterflies erupt beneath your skin. Yours and Garreth's friendship had this new dynamic that was different than before...this tension. It wasn't something you were protesting however.

"It'll take quite a lot to make me beg Weasley." You fired back, slightly breathless as your eyes glanced down at his lips for a second.

"I'm never one to shy away from a challenge." Garreth shot back, playfulness gleaming in his eyes before he briefly glances over your shoulder. He's angry with himself as soon as he does because he knows you'll follow his gaze. Sure enough you look behind you and your eyes land on Sebastian, who was walking through the main gates from beyond the castle grounds. You take a step away from Garreth subconsciously, your gaze not leaving Sebastian. Sebastian's eyes meet yours, but he looks away just as quickly. He kept his gaze on the ground, he seemed different. Utterly defeated. It crushed him to see you with Garreth, but he usually saw you with him more often than not.

You almost wanted Sebastian to lash out, to yell at Garreth, to break something, to do something Sebastian would do. But this? Slumped shoulders, and not even a word spoken to either of you? He's completely given up, and you wanted him to at the very least fight for you. But he isn't. He's accepting your choice, which you should be grateful for. But it's just so unlike him, so unlike the man you fell for. The man who isn't afraid to defy the law to fight for the people he loves. Where did that man go? Garreth watched your eyes linger on Sebastian as he walked into the castle and he grit his teeth. It's been weeks and you were no closer to letting Sallow go than the day you kissed him in the Gryffindor common room. He knew this would take time, knew that when you fell you fell hard. He just needs to give you more time, your heart was opening up to him day by day.

"Ready?" Garreth asked after a few more moments of silence. You quickly nodded, following Garreth back inside to his potions station in the Potions Classroom. Luckily Professor Sharpe was seen making his way to Hogsmeade so you wouldn't have to think of a way to get rid of him. He didn't exactly appreciate Garreth's creations being brewed in the classroom. Actually he probably didn't want Garreth to brew them at all. The castle was cozy and warm when you entered, and the heels on your shoes clicked softly on the marble flooring. You were ashamed to admit this, even to yourself, but you scanned every face you passed. Hoping you'd see Sebastian, hoping he would stop you and Garreth. Hoping you could yell at him, and that he would still be standing there after you did.

But you didn't see him, because he never waited. Never confronted Garreth, never tried to talk to you. It made you so angry, did you really mean so little to him? Were you just a piece of ass for him? Someone he can say he conquered? Another notch carved on his bedpost?

"...you in there?" You heard Garreth's voice then, looking at you with concern. Maybe pity. Had he said something to you?

"Yes. Sorry." You apologize sheepishly as you make your way down the hallway to Potions. You follow him to his table, and sit down on one of the stools as Garreth drops the bag he was holding onto the floor. He turns the burners beneath the cauldron on, letting it warm before he turns to you.

"What's got you in your head so much?" He asks softly, his worried eyes on you. His gaze was making you feel all hot and tingly.

"Sebastian." You said honestly, much to Garreth's dismay. He was hoping the more time you spent with him the less you'd think about Sallow. You really are under his spell. Garreth was trying to be understanding, and maybe he was just biased because of how deeply he dislikes Sebastian.

"Eventually, you won't think of him at all. Just give it more time, you're heart is still healing." Garreth says gently, turning back to face the cauldron once the water starts to bubble. That's what you're afraid of, that someday Sebastian won't even cross your mind when once he was your everything. You have a hard time letting people go.

"I hope so. I just want to feel okay again." You say softly, and Garreth hums in agreement. An idea hits him then, perhaps this is you extending an olive branch.

"Speaking of which...I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend. We could go to the Three Broomsticks, get some sweets at Honeydukes. I'll buy you anything you like." Garreth tries to play it off casually, but you can see the blush dusting over his cheeks.

"Like...a date?" You ask for clarification, your heart thumping heavily in your chest. You feel a rush of excitement shoot up your spine, and you try to keep the smile off your face.

"Yeah, like a date." He confirms, throwing you a smile that makes your insides melt. You feel the tension growing in the room, it's nearly suffocating. You wished Garreth would just touch you, the way Sebastian had. Like how Sebastian ran his hands over your bare skin, how he pressed his lips against your-

Why are you thinking about Sebastian?

"I-I'd love to go on a date with you." You say, suddenly feeling bashful. You want to kiss Garreth so badly its nearly consuming you, but you don't want to rush things for him. You don't want to rush things for yourself. He had a point when he turned you down that day...your heart is still trying to heal from Sebastian. You might just be emotional and confused, and you're still thinking of Sebastian. Even now, the very moment you agreed to go on a date with Garreth.

"Great! I'll meet you outside your common room after lessons on Friday." Garreth beamed, and you couldn't fight the smile as it made it's way onto your face.

You know what Sebastian would say if he knew what you were doing. You knew the look he would give you, arms crossed with one brow raised. You used to take night walks all the time before you started dating Sebastian! You knew how to bat your eyelashes at the prefects, and you knew which prefects harbored a crush on you. You knew of these roses that had begun to grow just outside the castle grounds, and you thought they'd made the perfect base for a blush. You weren't one for makeup but your date with Garreth was this weekend and you wanted to give makeup a try. So after Garreth had said goodnight, you waited until he was far enough away and snuck out of the castle and into the night.

Though, in hindsight, that may not have been the wisest decision.

Perhaps Sebastian was so protective because he knew of the dangers that lurked beyond the castle grounds. Clearly he'd had more run ins with danger than you previously anticipated. Maybe if Sebastian hadn't gone and screwed everything up, you wouldn't be off wandering a little too close to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. You blame all of this on him, and you hate yourself for still loving him. The moon was shining brightly overhead as you searched the prickly rose bush for the reddest rose, you needed the color for your rogue to be perfect. Maybe if you hadn't been so enthralled you would have heard the twigs snap in front of you. Maybe you would have seen the dark silhouette looming in the trees.

"Look what we got here boys..." You hear a voice say, making you jump. You feel a sickening chill run down your spine as 3 dark figures emerge from the trees. Poachers, you recognize the leather jackets they're wearing. You glance behind you, the castle is still in sight, but too far away to run to. You'd never make it. You raise your wand, you know the defensive spells but have never actually had to use them. The roses in your hands drop to the ground, your entire body is shaking.

"You're out late, breaking the rules naughty girl?" One says, his teeth yellow and his breath reeking of booze. You skin crawled when he said naughty girl. The sultry tone made you feel sick, you could see their eyes raking your figure up and down.

"Was j-just about to head back. Goodnight gentlemen!" You say hurriedly, keeping your tone light and polite so as not to offend or enrage them. You try to hurry past them, hoping they let you leave.

They don't.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? Don't care for our company?" Another man asks, taller than the other one.

"N-Not at all, I don't want the prefects to notice-"

"To notice what, love? That you're a dirty slut who likes to tease older men?" The shortest of the three says, his voice low and his pupils blown. You felt sick with the way he spoke to you, and panic was slowly taking hold of you. What would Sebastian do if he were here? Show them no fear and attack first, probably. Unfortunately for you, you were nothing like Sebastian. Your palms were shaking as you glanced over your shoulder, the only thing behind you was the Forbidden Forest. You were sure to die if you tried to escape through there.

One man grabs your wrist, yanking you against his body. You scream, fighting and thrashing against him. He reaches up and slaps you hard, your cheek splitting open just under your eye. He sneers at you, clearly entertained by the terror on your face. You feel tears pushing at your eyes, leaning away from him as he begins to inch his face closer to yours.

"Stop! Let me go!" You're yelling and crying, watching with panicked eyes as the other 3 men slowly close the circle around you. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing this to be over. For them to let you go.

"Confringo!" You hear someone shout, and the 3 men are blasted off you. Fire ignites their clothing as they scramble away from you, and you nearly cry from relief when you see Sebastian quickly yanking you behind him.

"S-Sebastian!" You cry, your hands instantly grasping onto the back of his robes.

"Mind telling me what you're doing out here, dove?" Sebastian asks incrediously, his shoulders rigid as he uses his body to shield yours.

"T-Trying to make blush!" You squeak as the 3 men rise to their feet, fury in their eyes.

"You've got to be kidding. Blush?" Sebastian asks, exasperated. The shortest of the men got burned worse than the others so he turns and hightails it as soon as he's on his feet. The other 2 look Sebastian right in the eyes, their wands raised.

"Stand back sweetheart, let me deal with them." Sebastian orders and you don't hesitate to follow his instructions. You press yourself against one of the trees, standing at a safe distance with your heart lodged in your throat.

"Bombarda!" One man shouts, an explosion bursting from the tip of his wand.

"Protego, Stupefy!" Sebastian is quick to send the blast back at him, sending the tall man flying backwards. Luckily these men are all drunk, and while they were itching to pick a fight they weren't exactly in the best condition to do so.

"Confringo!" Sebastian yells, sending a blast of fire at the last man who turns and runs after his friends with his britches still on fire. With the immediate danger gone, Sebastian turns to you again.

"Are you alright?" He's distant, won't meet your eye. His shoulders are still slumped, and there's a hollow look in his eyes. You nod, feeling adrenaline rushing through you. Your entire body is thrumming with anxiety and this tremendous need. He eyes the cut on your cheek, reaching up to gently wipe away blood before it runs down your cheek.

"Y-Yes." You stammer, slowly gravitating towards him when you hear sounds coming from the forest.

"Risking your life for blush eh? What's the special occasion?" Sebastian is making small talk, he knows you're still angry with him. You've spent the last 4 weeks completely ignoring him, you're just scared. Which is why you're opening up to him now.

"D-Date with Garreth!" You rush out before you have a chance to remember who you're talking to. His jaw locks.

"Oh."

"Sorry." You say instantly, sometimes you're too nice for your own good. You suddenly remember that Sebastian killed someone, he explored the Dark Arts. He almost lost himself to Dark Magic and worst of all he lied to you about it. You feel rage simmering under your skin, your palms twitching.

Slap!

Your palm makes contact before you realize you even moved at all. You see a red palm mark on his cheek, but he doesn't look angry. He looks sad, which is how he usually looks these days.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I even did that!" You explain hurriedly, but Sebastian shrugs you off.

"It's okay. I deserve it." He says softly, his eyes briefly meeting yours. He's right, he does deserve it. That doesn't mean you want to hurt him, that's not who you are. You still feel your body shaking with adrenaline, can feel it coursing through your body making you squirmy and an uncomfortable heat to surge through you. You eye Sebastian as you take a step closer to him, your body thrumming with energy. You've never been in danger like that before. Never seen Sebastian fight anybody before other than a duel in the hallway. It was...hot. His cheeks were slightly flushed, one still red from your palm. His lips were parted, his eyes downcast as if he were afraid to make eye contact.

Perhaps Sebastian had rubbed off on you, perhaps he awakened an animal inside you that day in the Undercroft. Perhaps you wanted to slap him, kiss him, and then slap him again. Perhaps you just might.

"What are you oomph-" Sebastian is cut off when you fiercely press your lips against his, taking him entirely by surprise. Your lips move hungrily against his, your arms winding around his shoulders while he holds tightly around your waist, crushing your body against his. You kiss him with an intense need, your lips moving against his. You part for air briefly before pressing your mouth against his once more, desperation driving you. You're angry with him, so angry you can feel it burning beneath your skin. You feel so deeply betrayed, and you don't know if you'll ever forgive him. Luckily for you, you don't need to forgive him in order to kiss him. Sebastian will happily take any contact you give him, anything at all is better than the icy nothing you've been giving him the last few weeks.

"Been needing you Seb, needing you to make me come." You whisper against his lips making him groan as he gently presses your back against one of the large trunks of the tree.

"Thought you hated me." He says against your lips.

"I do." You confirm, your hands pulling desperately at his belt. Your words sting, and he would be lying if he said they didn't crush him. But he deserves it. Deserves every ounce of anger you have and more.

"Please touch me, do something. Please." You beg breathlessly and instantly Sebastian is dropping to his knees before you. He'll do anything to earn your forgiveness. Anything. Before you can comprehend what he's doing, he's throwing your legs over his shoulders to hold your entire weight as your feet dangle off the ground. Your back is still against the tree and you feel a heartbeat from between your legs as you gaze lustfully down at Sebastian.

He's turned you into an animal.

Sebastian pulls your panties to the side before leaning forward, instantly latching his mouth onto your cunt. He buries his face into you, his tongue already lapping at you and drawing sweet moans from your mouth. One of your hands winds tightly into his hair and the other reaches up to find purchase against the tree.

"Oh fuck, S-Seb don't stop." You whine, and Sebastian swears you've never looked more beautiful. You grind your hips against his face, shamlessly using him for your pleasure. You've been so pent up the last few weeks and you couldn't as easily jump Garreth's bones. You tried, and he said to slow down. You feel guilt prickling at you when you remember your date with him in a few days, and you're here with your ex-boyfriends head between your legs and you're whining and begging for more.

Sebastian suckles your clit, his tongue licking long stripes from your entrance to your clit before he circles it with his tongue. He continues the motions that make your heels dig into his back, continues to flick his tongue against your clit, causing you to yank on his hair as your orgasm approaches. Sebastian moans against you, his eyes closed and he looks like he's in absolute heaven between your legs. You grind against his mouth as your orgasm builds, and Sebastian lets you use him. He wants you to use him, its far better than not having you at all.

"G-Gonna come Seb, don't stop. Don't you d-dare stop." You warn weakly as you moan softly. Sebastian smiles against your folds, which are puffy and glistening with your slick. He's gonna be nursing a hard on the entire way back to the Undercroft, where he's been sleeping every single night. He continues to swirl his tongue against your heat, dipping it inside and making you come instantaneously. You release all over his face, and he makes sure to lap up every drop until you're shaking and convulsing. Sebastian carefully places your legs back on the ground, his hands holding your sides to help you stand on wobbly legs.

Slap!

Your palm makes contact with his other cheek, and Sebastian looks both stunned and turned on as he turns his worried gaze back to you. He looks almost afraid you'll hit him again, you just might.

"I hate you." You spit at him, readjusting your skirt and heading back towards the castle, leaving a confused Sebastian behind. He realizes at once that he brings out the absolute worst in you, but you bring out the best in him.

"Are you alright?" Garreth asks you the next morning as he walks you to lessons. Your mind had been drifting, he could see it. Could see the dazed look on your face, the faraway look in your eyes. You hug your books to your chest, a blush searing hot on your cheeks. You're certainly not going to tell Garreth you had been thinking about Sebastian's head between your thighs last night, or that you were wondering how long you would last until you caved and sought him out again. Your eyes caught Sebastian's as you turned for Charms, but you quickly glanced back at Garreth.

"Yep, fine!"

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[lost-walmartbag]

Stan X Reader S2 Pt. 8

Warning: N/A

Background: You, Stan, and Kyle pick Sara up from daycare

Status: Ongoing

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It was a long emotional chat as you laid out your plan to him. You don't even know exactly how long you were in there for you just know it was long enough for Stan's hair to completely dry and for your alarm to pick Sarah to go off. When you pulled out your phone, you realized you had just let go of Stan's hand. You hadn't even noticed you were still holding it.

"S-sorry. I um gotta go get Sarah. She gets out of daycare soon." You said turning off your alarm and turning back to him.

"Let me get dressed." He said standing up and walking over to a suitcase on the floor. "I'm coming with."

"N-no you don't have to. I um don't want to bother you." The words felt bitter in your mouth but you couldn't stop them from coming out.

"Y/N, please. Just let me prove to you I'm in this. I am going to be here for her and for you please just let me prove it." He said as a knock on the door filled the air.

"Hey, no rush but we gotta go get Sarah," Kyle said on the other side.

"Y-yeah just-"

"We'll be right there." Stan finished and before he would let you speak he threw his bathrobe on the floor and changed into his clothes so quick you didn't even catch a hint of skin before you looked away.

You stood there awkwardly, quickly averting your eyes to the ceiling. You heard Stan moving around as he slipped on his clothes and the devil on your shoulder practically begged you to sneak a peak. You hadn't seen Stan unclothed for almost five years and it was definitely become clear to you just how long you've been single.

Stan's traveled to every corner of the world by now and you haven't even left the state. He's seen women in every shape and color and for the millionth time in the last four years, you felt like you weren't enough for him.

"Ceiling can't be that interesting." He muttered making your cheeks heat up.

"I'm just giving you some privacy. You're the one that started stripping in front of me." You said trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.

"And if I had a problem with you looking, I wouldn't have. It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before."

You looked over at him, staring at the tattoos on his neck leading down the collar of his shirt. You hadn't seen any of him before. Before Stan and now Stan are two different people. Now Stan isn't the person you fell in love with and he isn't the person you knew inside and out.

You want to say this person in front of you is a stranger, but you don't feel this way towards strangers, something you've never known.

"I haven't seen any of you before." You whispered. "You're different now."

He stood still and his jaw clenched for a few seconds before relaxing again. "Then I'll make sure you remember it."

Kyle knocked again and you could tell he was impatient. He never liked being behind schedule and while you were in here debating on whether you should openly ogle your ex or not, you pushed his normal routine behind by 5 minutes.

"Still got that stick in his ass I see," Stan said with a sigh as he shoved different things into his pockets.

"We should get going." You said as you opened the door revealing Kyle angrily looking at a non-existent watch on his wrist.

"six minutes," Kyle said with a frown. "Six minutes behind schedule. You know how her teacher gets when we're late and I don't like her looking at me like that again."

"You treat Heidi like she's a witch that's gonna eat Sara if we're late." You said rolling your eyes.

"She might if we don't hurry!" Kyle said already racing down the hallway towards the exit.

"Heidi's a daycare teacher now?" Stan asked as you two followed after Kyle.

"Yeah. She's great with the kids and honestly a sweetheart. Kyle is still a little salty because they slept together in college and never got a text back." You said as Stan opened the door for you to step out of.

"Kyle had a one-night stand?" Stan said raising a brow.

"He didn't want it to be. He asked her out, they went on a little date, got drunk, went back to her place and blah blah blah, you get the point." You said walking over to Kyle's car.

"Less talking about my love life, more getting the hell in the car," Kyle said with a frown as he started the engine.

You slid into the passenger seat as Stan got into the back, sitting next to Sara's car seat. Stan looked over at the small booster seat and before he realized it his fingers were tracing the small butterfly patterns on the fabric of the seat.

"Does she like butterflies?" He asked quietly more to himself but it didn't stop you from answering.

"Yeah, blue ones. Monarchs are apparently too basic for her." You said looking back at him.

He gave a small nod without looking up at you. He kept his eyes on the car seat. He was of course new to this whole parenting thing so maybe he just didn't know how all this worked, but he felt like it should be bigger.

"Shouldn't she be in a bigger seat?" He asked finally looking up at you.

Kyle laughed and glanced at the rearview mirror to make eye contact with Stan for a second. "Doctor says she's pretty tall for her age and it's best to put her in a booster instead."

Something about the way Kyle said it felt harsh for Stan. Like he was saying 'I've been to doctor's appointments while you were gone.' Stan balled up his fist and looked down at his lap. You felt the slight tension and tried your best to explain.

"She also gets real fidgety with the seatbelt so it really works a lot better." You said slightly nervous.

"Yeah.." Stan muttered as Kyle pulled into the parking lot of the small colorful building.

"Fudge," Kyle muttered as he spotted Heidi holding Sara's hand. "She's gonna come up here and start being all sweet to you and act like I'm not here and when she finally does she's gonna-"

Within a blink of an eye, Heidi was by the passenger side and gently knocked on the window. Her hair was longer and curlier, small acne scars on her cheeks but still very earthy looking with her long brown skirt and green cardigan.

You rolled the window down and smiled sweetly up at Heidi. "Hey, Ms. Heidi. I'm so sorry we're late."

"Oh, no problem. Sara was a pleasure to be around and I have no doubt that if you had a better driver you would have come sooner." Heidi said so sweetly one would almost miss the dig at Kyle.

Kyle sure hadn't as he huffed and crossed his arms and muttered something under his breath. Heidi gave a small smirk and opened the door to the backseat to help Sara in. When she spotted Stan she gasped and smiled brightly.

"Oh my god. Is that you Stan?" She asked in disbelief.

Stan tensed up a bit and gave a weak wave. "H-hey Heidi."

"Hey? That's all you have to say? Famous people amirite?" She teased as she helped Sara inside the backseat and into her booster seat.

Stan's breath caught in his throat when he finally saw Sara. Her big blue eyes looked up at him with curiosity. Her black hair was pulled into pigtails. Before Heidi could buckle her in he reached out and did it himself. He didn't know if it was ok for him to do in his position but he couldn't help himself.

Heidi looked over at you and raised a brow. You felt your cheeks heat up. Everyone had assumed Sara was Stan's daughter but you never confirmed it. You did tell a few people other than Kyle but begged them to keep it a secret. Heidi was a talker so you needed to get her out fast.

You looked over at Kyle and nudged your head in Heidi's direction, silently asking him to get her the hell out of there. He shook his head but you silently pleaded until he relented.

"Hey, Heidi. Still, no luck finding adult clothes?" Kyle asked making Heidi take in a sharp breath and quickly compose herself.

She shut the door and walked over to Kyle's window. "Still no luck finding any woman to willingly date you?"

"You did." He said rolling his eyes.

"And there would be a reason why that mistake was not made twice Mr. Broflovski," Heidi said with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Have a nice day Sara, Y/N, and Stan."

"Aw no bye for me?" Kyle said sarcastically.

"Bye Ms Heidi!" Sara said from her seat, waving enthusiastically.

Heidi turned her smile to Sara and waved back, stepping aside to let Kyle drive off.

"You owe me big time," Kyle muttered to you.

You ignored him and looked back at Sara with a smile, Stan sat next to her not knowing what was the best thing to do with his hands so he gripped the fabric on his thighs.

"Sara. This is.... my friend." You said with a tight smile.

"H-hi Sara.. um I-I'm.. um.." He stammered as he tried to find the right words to say. He didn't want you to call him by his name but also didn't want to step on any toes.

He looked up at you for help. His eyes were desperate and sad. You felt like the worst person in the world but even worse you felt like the worst mother.

"Daddy." You blurted out. "His name is Daddy, um dad for short."

Kyle stiffened up and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Stan let out a relieved sigh and looked over at Sara who was rightfully confused.

"I-it's um German." He said quickly making Sara giggle.

"It's silly." She said making Stan's heart almost burst. He smiled brightly and nodded.

"Y-yeah very silly," He said looking down at Sara.

"You're mama's friend?" She asked kicking her small feet.

"Oh yeah me and your mom go way back. We went to high school together."

As Stan talked to Sara, answering all her questions and making her laugh. You finally let out a sigh you've been holding and sunk into your seat.

"A load off right?" Kyle asked you, glancing away from the road for a second to see the small smile on your lips.

"Yeah, it is."

A/N: Bet you didn't see that Heidi shit coming huh? Anyway yes I am still alive. I've been chipping away at all my drafts so hopefully more to come soon but I promise nothing because I am a filthy liar. Thank you guys so much for reading, love you all stay safe 🩵🩵🩵

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[sombrashe]

content afab gender neutral reader, chubby reader, no plot, toxic undertones, nipple play, cunnilingus, non-safe sex, kinda breeding kink note(s) y/n and troy have just a terrible toxic relationship but it's okay because you're both so good in bed

I'm so sorry. I was a complete dick, and I know a stupid text won't fix what I said. I just need to say this to you because you deserve better. I would love to be able to come over and talk about this. Apologize for real, to your face.

He had been ignoring your texts for days now, a direction you're not used to. You sigh as you stare at your message, the green bubble causing your stomach to turn. Throwing down your phone, you're annoyed. If you two were really broken up this time how were you supposed to get your stuff?

I'm at war with the wo-

You snatched the phone from its sunken position within a discarded blanket. The text was short, a simple let's talk and you grin giddy as you run through the routine. Making up always started with you dolled up and ended with bruises on your knees. Hair done, lip gloss shining against your plump lips, and a loose pair of jeans for easy access and you're ready to go.

Tugging on a plain color hoodie you rush out the door and obsessively check yourself at every red light. Staring at yourself with sad eyes you consider some lines before settling on the I'll leave... since you don't want me here option.

Clicking the metallic button you hear the faint ring of the small apartment's doorbell. The Arizona heat makes you tug on the collar of your hoodie but you can't remove it just yet. Looking nonchalant you give the vertically privileged man a friendly smile.

"I won't take too much of your time. I was wondering if I could also pick up my things while I'm here?"

You made sure to sound gentle, giving him the illusion of choice.

"Whatever you need." He tilts his head scanning you before taking a step off to the side.

"May I?"

You gesture towards the coat rack which was tucked snugly between the wall and the front door. He nods and holds his hand out ready to take the article of clothing from you. You peel off the hoodie making sure to catch your shirt with your pinkie so the mossy green bra you choose specifically for this moment would be shown off.

The smile plastered to his face doesn't leave even as he gathers your hoodie into his arms and tosses it onto one of the arms of the rack. He rests his hand on the small of your back and leads you towards the sandy couch which sits immaculately matching the rest of the living room set. You take a seat furthest from him, your knees pressed together as you smooth out your thighs.

He waits a beat before turning on his heel and confidently walking through the few rooms the apartment provides. He returns about ten minutes later with a moderately sized basket filled with miscellaneous items all of which belonged to you. Taking the basket you rest it on your thighs feeling the pinch of wicker through the denim.

A beat and the softest voice you can muster. "Did you want to talk?"

He never did, and neither did you if you were being honest. This cat-and-mouse game was so much more fun.

"Not really." He shrugs and stares at you with storms brewing within his irises.

You sigh loud enough to sound sad, "I should go. I don't want to be a bother." You love this part.

On cue, he reaches out and wraps his ring-cladded fingers around your elbow. Keeping his fingers pressed into your skin he takes a seat. Your knees are so close to touching. God, he was too far.

"Stay a minute. I can order pizza?"

He scoots closer and you turn your knees towards him feeling the way your bare knees brush against the baggy jeans he wears low on his hips.

"Pizza sounds nice."

He hums in agreement. His lips turn up in a small smile and you get a moment to admire the way his cheeks dimple. Leaning closer you place your hand daintily against his thigh.

"I've missed you."

He mumbles ever so sweetly against your glossed lips. System of a Down serenades you as you both close the atom of a space between you. His lips move in sync with yours, years of this off-again-on-again bullshit has given you two plenty of time to know just what makes the other tick. His rings press into the bone of your jaw as he angles your head up.

Breaking the kiss he licks a stripe up the tendon of your neck. Pausing he bites down on the opposite tendon and watches with barely concealed glee as you hiss. Wasting no time you thread your fingers through his hair and shove him against your delicate flesh. His nose presses painfully against your skin and you can feel the heat of his breath.

"If you're going to bite, then fucking bite, Troy."

He's halfway on your lap, your basket knocked over and scattered across the milk spill of a carpet. He presses his knee against you as he whimpers against your skin. Pressing kisses against your neck and jaw he replaces specific kisses with bloody marks. Your fingers never leave the soft bits of hair at the base of his skull. Lapping at your wounds he only pulls away once the blood has stopped staining your skin. His breathing is collected, his hair only slightly displaced compared to your heated skin and soft gasping breaths.

"Fuck it, come on."

He towers over you as he stands with his hand out to help you up. Finally, Placing your palm against his he drags you to his bedroom and down onto the mattress. You each spend a moment taking turns planting kisses and removing articles of clothing. First your shirt then his, his pants then yours until you're the only one left in nothing but your underwear.

You lean back ignoring the ever-present complaints from your frazzled brain. Cupping one of your breasts you rub your thumb over your perk nipple and let out a whine. He was only a step away and closes the gap between you within a blink. Cupping the back of your hand with his palm he forces you to squeeze your hand tightly down before letting go at your digression.

He lets out an airy breath as he bumps his forehead against yours. His eyes jump from yours to gaze hungrily at your chest. Pressing hot kisses down the skin of your neck and ends up exactly where he wants to be. Moving forward he forces you onto your back, his face eye level with your chest the entire way down. Once you're settled he takes his time pressing open-mouthed kisses to the very tops of your breasts, following each and every mark. Each one gets its moment with Troy, his eagerness only evident with the way his hands twitch against the soft expanse of your stomach. Moving in a clear pattern he spends a few moments tracing his lips and the tip of his nose across your areola licking softly at the pigmented skin. Once he feels satisfied with the teasing he's subjected you to he takes the longest on your gorgeous perky nipples. He can't help the low groan that ripples across your sensitive flesh. He laps at those tiny buds for what feels like hours. Your moans and whines for him only spur him on to take more and more time with you.

Pulling away from your white hot flesh he admires the way your arm is thrown over your face only exposing your bruised and puffy lips. Running his thumb over your bottom lip he gently removes your arm from its relaxed spot and presses a small kiss to your temple.

"Need your eyes on me while I make you cum."

His words send a sharp shiver down your spine which settles restlessly against your lumbar. You watch with pent-up energy as he moves from your chest down your stomach leaving wet kisses in his wake. You absentmindedly spread your legs and fight back the urge to immediately snap them closed as he lets out a guffaw. His teeth are on wide display as he marvels at the growing wet spot sticking to your underwear.

He brushes his thumb across the mark and sucks a breath in through his teeth. Dragging the digit across your matching set you avert your eyes to ease the growing heat resting within the hollows of your cheeks. You grow impatient at his teasing, no words spoken, only the brush of his thumb and the hollow pleasure that never goes anywhere.

Finally, finally, finally, he gets to the point and slips that same thumb under the edge of your underwear feeling the slickness as he brushes his calloused thumb against your sensitive bud. You shutter and let out a soft mewl spurring him on further. He hooks his other thumb under the elastic and tracing your skin with his nails he hooks his knuckles under and over to pull the last remaining article of fabric keeping you two apart over your plush thighs.

The chill from the fan above sends goosebumps over the expanse of your exposed skin. Troy traces over a few of them and tilts his head watching his finger. He always spent moments pressing and pinching the fat that spills around your frame. He enjoyed the way you rolled so perfectly around his fingers, his rings leaving marks in the soft flesh. Sometimes he would sink his teeth into the fat around your thighs, but luck was on your side today and you wouldn't have to worry about the feeling of raw flesh being pinched by your jeans.

Breathing softly making sure to exhale directly onto your labia making you shift trying to grow more comfortable with the heat searing between your legs. Reaching down you tangle your fingers in his shaggy waves. Using the blunt ends of your nails you gently rake them down and across his scalp hoping to encourage him. He picks up the pace and with a sigh an emotion you don’t get to see often crosses his face. He spreads your lips apart using his thumbs and bares his teeth in a wide smile.

He takes a moment to just admire you, his excitement evident by the way he shifts on his knees. Using the tip of his tongue he gently ghosts in across your clit. With a small breath, you relax further into his grip and give yourself over to the pleasure bursting through your limbs. His beard brushes against your hairless thighs. The burn that would come with him between your legs was something future you could deal with. Right now you only have one thing on your mind. Pressing the flat part of his tongue fully down on your clit now has your eyes fluttering as a lopsided grin ghosts over your face with every lick. He spends most of his time working your clit. Using the smooth part of his teeth he gently scrapes it against your darkening clit causing your knees to snap together disorienting him for a moment. With a quick flex of his arms, your knees are pinned beneath his arms and his finger starts to replace his tongue.

At every switch, he moves his way down until his tongue is pushing between your walls. He draws shapes against your insides as you wiggle beneath him. Your breathing is uneven as your walls flutter around his erratic tongue. His unoccupied hand keeps a bruising grip over the flesh of your thigh making your movement sluggish in comparison. Soon you feel that familiar coil of heat building up in your abdomen. He grins against your cunt and looks up at you through long eyelashes. With a huff and a, “Fuck, Troy!”, you're cumming against his tongue as he lets out a soft whine lapping you up like a starved man. Once he pulled away, only at your insistence, he ran his thumb across his bottom lip and licked your very essence off. He looked absolutely gorgeous, eyes bright and lips shiny. You worked your way onto your elbow and shifted him closer to you. He walked his arms up to position beside yours and you pulled him in for a gentle kiss. One that lasted only a few seconds, time spent gently pressing your matte lips against his before darting your tongue out and helping clean him up a little.

He grips your plush hip and leaves bruises in his wake. You gently scratch your nails down his shoulder blades. Feeling every inch of his back before ghosting the backs of your nails back over his skin leaving goosebumps behind. Leaning back he rolls his shoulders and gives you an eager smile, his eyes darkening as he tilts his head.

“You ready?”

You smile and shift alongside him. Letting him use his farmer-boy muscles to pull and twist you further down the bed until your legs are awkwardly hanging off the side. You try lifting your legs and resting your feet on the side of the wooden box spring. Instead, you're left slipping and huffing as Troy watches with small laughs before he swoops in and saves the day. Keeping his fingers wrapped around your ankles he bends you at the knee and shifts your ankles up and over his shoulders. Giving your butt a little wiggle he gives you a sharp smile in contrast to your warm one. He was so so so close, but you needed him closer. Reaching down between the two of you, you take the opportunity to brush your fingers over his swollen tip. Moving your hand further he watches with interest as your stomach folds to allow more leeway. Smearing droplets of pre cum around your fingertips you slide them down further until your palm is like a platform for his cock. Guiding it downwards, you pull it away from his abdomen until his tip is nudging your hole.

You bite your bottom lip for a second before wetting it and give him soft eyes, eyes so unlike others that he sees daily. Eyes full of adoration and shiny now with lust. His heart picks up speed and he has to force himself to look away. You were so much for him, but he couldn't think even for a moment he could live without you.

“Troy.”

“I know, I know.”

He went through the motions. Freeing your hand, he wrapped his own fingers around his length. Guiding it past your lips and up across your swollen clit a few times. Listening to your huffs as you keep from snapping at him. His smile faint as he finally gives you what you've been wanting… no needing this entire time. He pushes past your walls and settles comfortably, a kiss away from your cervix. Giving you time and allowing himself a moment to stare at you; The way your hands covered your heated cheeks, the feeling of you trying and failing to not squeeze the life out of him, the feeling of your heartbeat beneath his fingers as he presses against your ankles pulsepoint. Finally, those hands fall away and they're instead directed towards him. One hand held out in a silent attempt to meet his while the other snaked its way down between your thighs and pressed ever so softly against your clit. You suck in a breath and he chuckles, he hasn't even moved yet, and look at how worked up you were.

Shifting your ankles to a higher point of elevation, he reaches forwards linking your non-dominant hands together. Slowly he slips out of your suctioning pussy watching until he can see the very beginning of his swollen tip before snapping his hips against the swell of your ass. He does this over and over again forming a pattern that has your teeth clenched and eyebrows furrowed. Squeezing your fingers he slowly starts to build up speed as the lewd sounds of your soaked pussy fill the small space of his room.

“God, fuck. Darlin'. ‘re you g’nna cum for me? Sugar, Sugar, fuck! I’m close.”

His accent felt like nails scratching at your scalp the way you tingled. The way it dripped off his tongue and fell against the shell of your ear has you weakly wiggling against him.

“Troy.”

You managed to choke out his name. Two fingers working tirelessly against your clit. He loosens his grip against your ankles and lets your knees fall to the side and over top of his chelidons. His hips stutter and snap against your thighs as he slowly untangles in front of your eyes. His hair sticks to his forehead as his chin lowers. Your eyes snap closed as the coil in your stomach snaps as you cum against his cock. You're so lost in your own feelings of euphoria you don't realize he came until after your high finally cools enough for you to open your eyes. He's staring at you with lidded eyes, his hands absentmindedly petting the lower part of your stomach. You push at him with the bottom of your foot feeling exhaustion start to settle in your limbs.

“Can I spend the night?”

He gives you a short snort as he pulls away from you completely. The soft wet sounds of him pulling out of you has your cheeks heating up despite the tiredness. Yanking you up you let out a grunt as your feet hit the ground. Your knees jiggle for a second as you struggle to make it out of his room and into the cold tiled bathroom. Going to the bathroom you spend a moment fixing yourself in the mirror. Cold water to help the puffiness and a little borrowed face wash to remove the lip gloss that stuck to your chin and mouth. After drying your skin you stretch and make your way back into his small bedroom. Not even bothering with any clothes you simply crawl into his bed and under the plush covers. His giant cushy bed was your favorite part of his insufferable family, their wealth decking his small apartment out to the nines. Yawning you relax against the oversized blanket overlapping the both of you. The soft scrapes of pencil lull you quickly to sleep.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hari getting teased by reader during a group call with him and the precepts of death, and he decides to respond to your teasing, all while ´forgetting’ to mute the mic

(Hari Kurono, the pretty boy of the Hassaikai. Hopefully he's coming back into the spotlight on this blog haha! *mentions of smut by the way!*)

~Chrono's S/O Teases him While on Call~

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"Baby c'mon, not here." He gently brushes your hand away as he searches through his suitcase for his hairbrush. You pout at him all while keeping your eyes on him, especially taking time to admire his back in slim fitting undershirt. You sigh longingly and turn your attention to the mirror in the room, your eyes scanning over the various bite marks on you (s/c) skin. "Why not now if we already did last night? Why the sudden change in resolve?" You mumble in annoyance under your breath. He smirks but you just didn't catch it, your eyes still looking at yourself in the mirror. He chuckles and shakes his head slightly. "Because last night was a momentary lapse in judgement is why. Besides, it's not like we won't be home later tonight. I just needed to stay on the compound last night to be here early for the meeting. What do you think all these extra rooms are for? And anyway, you didn't have to come with me and stay too, yknow." He finds the brush and immediately begins to brush out his distinguished locks. He takes a seat on the edge of the pristine bed and uses his spare hand to rub your back. "Hari, I stayed because I really don't particularly enjoy being away from you. Anyway, what are you complaining now all of a sudden?" He laughs at your words and shakes his head. You turn to look at him and he's smiling sweetly at you.

"Hang in there okay? I'll be done before you know it. After that, we can pack up and head home. And after that well..." He leans forward and captures the base of your neck in a sloppy kiss before pulling away and smirking at you once more. "Well I'm sure you know what comes next." He winks at you and leaves you longing for more when he puts on his cloak and heads out the door. You sigh and look at the time on your phone. You switch mindlessly between the same 3 apps and ultimately settle for watching videos of an old show you used to love. Time feels like it's creeping by slowly and there's not much you can do to satiate the feeling running deep within your veins.

That classic feeling of wanting...needing even.

Your demons get a hold on you not too long afterward as a sneaky idea runs right through your mind. Meanwhile, Hari is busy about 15 minutes into the deep parts of the city. The meeting went over quickly and now he was just busy trying to straighten out some last minute instructions between Chisaki, Hojo, Rappa, Nemoto, and Mimic over the phone. The conversation was shifting halfway toward an argument as he began to bicker with Nemoto over the best strategy for the raid tomorrow on the opposing compound. Meanwhile Mimic was just trying to get a handle on what this month's income was looking like. Chisaki sat back in his office chair and rubbed his temples in annoyance at the loud phone call. Hojo simply listened patiently as he waited for his instructions. Rappa was busy trying to hold in his laughter.

It was just as the call started heating up more that Hari heard his line beeping in. "Are we expecting someone else?" He asks no one in particular. Chisaki shouts for everyone to shut up and they all fall silent immediately. Then he answers Hari rather quickly, annoyance very obvious by the way he sighs. "No Chrono, we aren't expecting anyone else. Why don't you answer you call and hurry so we can get this mess taken care of." The boss grumbles and Hari chuckles, clearly unbothered by his long-time friend. "Sure thing, just hold on a minute." He doesn't look as he clicks the screen and continues handling his business. "Hariiii~" You speak in a low/sultry tone. He smiles at your attempt, already knowing what you're trying at. "Yes baby?" He answers, pretending like he doesn't notice your heavy breathing and quiet moans. "Please? Can you please hurry and come back? I need you..." You moan a bit more for him, trying to coax him into your trap. He chuckles lowly and plays along for a bit, ignoring the way he's starting to react to it. "I'm working baby. I'll come back before you know it. Can you be patient for me?" He huffs when you moan for him once more, this time a bit louder than before. "Please baby, I'm impatient."

Before he can reply again, he suddenly feels his heart drop all at once when there's a deep snickering over the line. Afterward he hears a disgusted sigh. Suddenly an uproar of laughter follows. Next thing he knows, Rappa is shouting at him. "Better hurry up arrow head! Y/N's getting impatient!" Hari quickly hangs up the phone and slips it into his pocket, his face a deep red color. He ignores the fact that it's ringing in his pocket and chooses not to address the situation with you until you both get home later tonight. For the rest of the day he's going to have to focus all his energy on the relentless teasing instead.

[mazuwii]

Warriors dealing with a cold S/O

Summary: it’s cold outside but you have no coat? How will your S/O help?

Bertholdt:

•This awkward giant can't make too big a move, no matter how long you've been together he still blushes at the smallest gestures.

•So he guiltily watches you shiver and try your hardest to seem cool. He envisions himself taking off his coat and covering you in it like a blankie. But he decides against it, understanding you'd just argue for him to take it back.

•instead, he slides a slender arm around your shoulder and holds you close to his body. Who knew such a lanky body could give off so much heat.

He smiles as you nudge yourself further against him.

•Seeing as how isolated the area was, he bent down to kiss your head, "My little bunny." He whispered, his smile reaching his eyes.

Reiner:

•Reiner warned you, not once, not twice but three times about how cold it was outside and how you'd regret leaving your coat at home. However you brushed him off and even told him to leave your coat home- that he'd just be carrying it the entire way.

•And now, you wish you had listened to him. The wind nipped and whipped your aching shoulders, the cold painfully numbing your hands. You rubbed yourself harder, yet to no avail.

•You could barely hear Reiner sigh from behind you before sudden sheet of warmth enveloped you. The scent of his cologne and the fluffiness of his coat overwhelmed you, yet you couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Rei..." you glanced at him staring at you in disappointment.

•"What would happen if I wasn't here? You would have caught a cold sweetheart." He scolded, warmly yet firmly. "But now you'll catch a cold!" You exasperated.

•"nah, I was sweating underneath that, besides I'm covered in layers. I'll be fine." He tugged, pulling you right against him.

Zeke:

•Zeke is quite the opposite of Reiner, whom gets bossy when noticing how careless you can be. No, Zeke is nonchalantly lighting a cigar to his mouth. Through the small beam of fire, he catches you shivering.

“Is my clumsy baby cold?” His voice caught you off guard. He hadn’t given you a chance to speak as he grabbed your hands and rubbed them in his, generating enough heat for the numbness to calm down.

“A little…” you a huffed a trail of smoke. “Don’t worry we’ll be home in a bit, just hang on a little longer.”

Porco:

•You’d think Porco would hold back in public but he really doesn’t.

He’s beefy enough to warm you up and there’s enough space in his coat for the both of you.

•The second you even complain about the weather he’s already opened his coat open and waiting for you to jump in. You best know you’re not getting out of there until he feels your satisfied enough.

•I have a hunch that people ask what he’s hiding underneath his coat and your head will pop up like 👋 good day sir

Pieck:

•There is nothing in this world that she does not prepare for. She has a tote bag. And in this tote bag, there is nothing but convenience.

Someone fell down and scratched their knee? She for some reason has a first aid kit waiting inside? Her friend complaining about forgetting to bring hair clips? She has a whole salon in her bag.

•so when you hug yourself, expect her to dig deep into her bag and pull out a scarf that’s more like a blanket if anything.

•She stands in front of you and swaddles you in it. Best part? It smells like candy.