#I heard they didn’t get along and it activated the ‘I need to push them together NOW’ neurons

[chandralia]

sorry that I shipped bkdk from scene one, can’t help that my taste is immaculate and I’m always correct about everything ever 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[v3nic3b]

𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

Warnings: 18+, p in v, unprotected sex

Anakin grunts, irritated, as the sound of his com-link echoes through the room, amidst the clothes scattered on the floor—remnants of the previous night’s activities. The sound of the device cuts through the comfortable silence of the morning, an inconvenient reminder of his duties at the Jedi Temple, signaling that his time alone with you has come to an end.

He tries—in vain—to untangle himself from your body without waking you. You immediately open your eyes, fixing your sleepy gaze on the young Jedi who is getting out of bed. You move your left hand, trying to bring him back to bed. “Ani, come back. Now.”

A soft smile escapes his lips as he leans in to place a kiss on your forehead. “Go back to sleep, love.” The faint morning light casts a gentle glow on his golden curls, which cascade softly over his forehead. “Obi-Wan is waiting for me.”

“Please” you say, looking at him with doe eyes, gripping his arm more firmly in an attempt to pull him back into the bed. Surprisingly, he gives in. The mattress sinking under his weight. “Babe, I...” he starts to protest, but suddenly shudders as you begin placing kisses along his jaw. “Need you,”

“That’s... not fair.” He draws in a shaky breath, his morning arousal pressing against your thigh. You know it isn’t—still, you find yourself trying to hold on to every brief second with him, as if by sheer will, you could stretch them into eternity. “Want you, Ani... Inside.” You whisper as you wrap one of your legs over his body, hooking it around his waist.

All the self-control he has disappears, and he attacks your lips with raw intensity, every fiber of his body consumed by his need for you. “Fuck, babe” and before you can let out another desperate plea he’s inside you.

A soft groan escapes your lips. Eyes fluttering shut, as your hands reach up to tangle gently in Anakin’s hair. Low, incoherent pleas spilling from his mouth as he starts moving, his face hidden against the warmth of your neck. Your sounds echoing through the room, like a prayer.

“Mhmm, so... so good, Ani—making me feel so good.” Anakin bites your shoulder as he intensifies his thrusts, dragging his cock in and out at a faster pace, nearly bursting into flames at being praised. “Fuck... squeezing me so tight, babe... shit.” He grips your hips, pulling you closer as if he feared you might slip away if he didn’t hold on.

The new angle pushes you towards the edges of an orgasm and before you realize it, your breathing fails and you are coming undone. He lifts his head and watches you, intently, as your body rode it out. After a few more thrusts, Anakin cums, collapsing on top of you. His mind hazy, wanting nothing more than to remain in this moment forever.

The sunlight pours into the room, and for a moment, all that can be heard is your heavy breathing, until Anakin's com-link buzzes again. “Shit, Obi-Wan’s gonna kill me.”

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[ellswritings]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Derek Hale x Reader

TW: Mentions of blood and death, werewolfy things, Stiles being an absolute spaz, age gap, Jennifer Blake (cause she’s a warning on her own), major feels, and a tiny bit of angst, some bad words. I think that it y’all. Once again, let me know if I missed something!

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There have always been two constants in Y/N L/N life when it came to living in Beacon Hills, life threatening creatures and the possibility of her imminent death. When she became friends with Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall in Kindergarten, she wasn’t completely aware of what she signed up for. Most people would think the constant Star Wars marathons with Stiles and lacrosse training with Scott would’ve drove her away early on, but she stayed. Not that they’d let her leave even if she tried. Having them as her best friends has always been a blessing and a curse. She would do anything for them, but she didn’t know anything included becoming a supernatural creature.

A werewolf to be precise.

The night of the dance their sophomore year, Y/N had seen Lydia walk out of the dance in which she assumed was in search of Jackson. But when she saw the blonde boy lingering in the hallways, she had a feeling something was off. When she went in search of the girl and found her at the lacrosse field, there was no escaping their inevitable fate. That was one of the many times Y/N thought she’d meet her end. Watching Peter Hale run towards them at fully speed before taking a nice bite out of their skin was not on her bucket list for the evening.

Since then there have been plenty adventures for the “McCall Pack” as she’d like to call it. Allison’s grandfather Gerard coming to town, the Kanima, Derek and his pack trying to kill Lydia, then finding out it was Jackson, only to have him turn into a werewolf and run off to London. There might have been a couple kidnappings and restraining order somewhere in there, but those are minor details.

And, of course, with a new year comes new threats. There has been a recent string of kidnappings that turned into murders that none of them have been able to solve yet. They’ve tried as a group to brainstorm, meeting at Derek’s new loft every so often to get the entire groups opinion, but nothing has come out of it. Well, besides spending extra time with the Alpha. That’s an aspect Y/N didn’t mind in the slightest.

She had no issues making herself at home in his loft, despite his halfhearted protests. No one could understand how Y/N had the ability to just throw her feet up on his coffee table and not get her throat ripped out. It’s either she has no regard for her life, or Derek has a soft spot for her which is something no one saw coming.

The two have always had an interesting relationship. Y/N enjoys arguing, similar to Stiles hence why they get along so well. She loves getting under Derek’s skin and pushing every button she knows he has. It’s almost as if she goes out of her way to try and get a reaction out of him. No one blames her really, it gets entertaining hearing them go at it. Especially for Stiles.

Whenever anyone needs to ask Derek for a favor, the first person they send his way is Y/N. For one, they’ve only ever heard the word “yes” come out of his mouth when talking to her, and she’s the most likely one not to flinch if she has to kill him. She has a conscious, it’s just not always active.

Y/N rides up to Beacon Hills High on her motorcycle before parking in the thin spot near the bike rack. She carefully takes off her helmet, smoothing down any stray pieces of hair that might’ve fallen out of place. She had been told to go to Derek’s the night before to ask him if he’s found anything out about their new lethal friend, the only issue is when she got there, she could hear her new teacher Jennifer Blake in the apartment with him. She felt the urge to completely kick the door down and interrupt whatever conversation was happening, but she practiced a high level of self-restraint. She knew Derek was aware of her being there. He could smell her the same way she could him. But the hot white rage that filled Y/N’s chest forced her to walk away and ride angrily back to Stiles’s place.

Scott and Stiles watch their friend from the steps at the entrance to the school. Her ever present frown is a little troubling as it is much more prominent than usual. They didn’t get the full details about what angered her so much the night before, but it’s clearly still bothering her. She takes the keys out of her bike before stomping up to them. When she notices them staring at her, she lifts an eyebrow, “Something you wanna say?” She challenges. Both boys look at each other and simultaneously shoot her a fake smile.

“You– you look nice today,” Stiles comments awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck. “Did you uh– did you do something new with your hair?”

Y/N stared at him blankly while Scott mentally facepalms at his friends attempt at covering up their concern. She simply shakes her head, looping her arms through both of theirs. “I’m fine if that’s what you guys are wondering. Derek was busy last night so I just came back to the house. That’s it,” she explains shortly, leaving no room for questions.

Scott scrunches his nose and a look of realization dawns on his face. It quickly morphs into disgust the more he thinks about it and Stiles furrows his eyebrows curiously. He looks over Y/N’s head and waits for his other best friend to clue him in on what’s got him all bothered. Scott makes sure Y/N’s more focused on weaving through the crowd before mouthing “She’s jealous” over to Stiles.

“I’m gonna grab my notebook real quick,” she tells them. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as she reaches her locker, Stiles leans over to attempt a discreet conversation with Scott. “What do you mean she’s jealous?” He asks in a whisper. “Jealous of what?”

“I don’t know,” Scott answers, watching Y/N carefully. “But I’m assuming it had something to do with what happened at Derek’s last night.”

“Why would she be jealous over something with Derek?” Stiles scoffs, his eyebrows furrowed.

Scott shoots him a pointed look. Stiles is an absolute genius when it comes to certain topics, but girls and social cues are not one of them. His jaw drops slightly when he realizes what Scott’s implying. He rapidly shakes his head, flailing his arms in the air. “No– no, uh-uh. There’s no way. Absolutely not.”

“It’s not like you can stop it,” Scott chuckles. “If she likes him, she likes him.”

“Oh God,” Stiles groans disgustedly. “Out of all people? Sourwolf? Really?”

Scott shrugs with an amused smile as Y/N turns to start walking back, “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“Okay, but does it have to want him?” Stiles continues to complain. “And if she’s jealous that means there was someone else there last night. Who? Because last I checked, Derek is a very acquired taste.”

“How would I know?” Scott replies. “Now shut up before she realizes we’re talking about her.”

The three of them made a pact awhile back that they wouldn’t eavesdrop on each other’s private conversations unless they were in danger. So they knew it would be safe to have said discussion despite Y/N’s enhanced hearing.

“You guys ready?” She asks.

Both nod vigorously, trying to hide their gossip, but their desperation to seem normal gives them away. Y/N simply rolls her eyes and says nothing. She once again links their arms together as they head towards their English class. No one needs werewolf senses to see how tense and angry Y/N got at the sight of Ms. Blake. The fury behind her eyes is one everyone in the pack has had to face at one point or another. Scott vividly remembers those eyes when Issac stole the last piece of her banana bread from when they went to the bakery they all love, and she threw him clear across his house.

Y/N separates herself from the boys, taking her spot next to Alison and Lydia while the boys sit down behind them. It’s a miracle how they all ended up in the same class. Y/N opens up her notebook, choosing to doodle rather than pay attention to whatever Ms. Blake is writing on the whit board in front of them. Alison looks at Y/N’s drawing with curiosity and smiles, “That’s really good,” she compliments.

It’s her beginning sketch to one of her favorite book characters, Sirius Black from Harry Potter. Y/N tries to muster a genuine grin, “Thanks,” she replies.

Alison isn’t clueless though. She can feel the difference in Y/N’s attitude from how she acts on a regular basis. She squints her eyes trying to silently figure it out before turning back to Scott who already knows what she’s wondering. What all of them were wondering. Who got Y/N so riled up? They know she’s jealous of something that happened with Derek, but who could she be jealous of?

“Alright, good morning everyone!” Jennifer greets with a smile that makes Y/N’s blood boil. She brings a hand up to play with her helix piercing to prevent her claws which will no doubt make an appearance by the end of this class. “Today, we're going to delve deeper into Shakespeare's Othello. I want you to focus on the themes of jealousy and manipulation that are littered throughout the text.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow on her teacher. The word “jealousy” feeling like a direct hit on their current situation. She cracks her neck before flipping to the page in their text book. She slouches in her chair, leg bouncing up and down. She quickly begins to run out of patience hearing the teachers heels click every time she takes a step.

“Y/N,” Jennifer calls out. “Why don’t you go ahead and start us off by reading the first paragraph?”

The grip Y/N has on her pencil tightens. There it is. Scott can not only smell it, but he can see it with his own eyes. The tension is more than palpable. Jennifer was the one at Derek’s last night. Y/N tilts her head, “Why can’t someone else do it?” She deflects coldly. “Lydia for example is quite the fan of our troubled poet.”

The challenge in her voice makes Jennifer hold back her own glare. She should’ve known Y/N would be the student to give her trouble from the beginning. The class shifts uncomfortably from the sudden chill in the air. “Y/N, it’s important for everyone to participate. Please, read the passage,” she requests with forced patience.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,” the (h/c) haired girl answers, folding her hands together as she leans on the desk. “I have crippling anxiety when it comes to reading in front of people. You wouldn’t want to do something to cause a breakdown would you?” She asks in the most taunting voice possible.

Lydia and Alison both stare at their friend with confusion. Stiles has to sink low in his chair to hide the inevitable laughter that’s about to come out of his mouth. While Scott just covers his face with his hands, waiting for World War Y/N to take place in his English class.

Jennifer quirks an eyebrow, “Did you not just do the school play of Beauty and the Beast last month? Where you played Belle? The lead role?”

Silence.

“That’s different, Ms. Blake,” Y/N corrects. “Not that I’d expect you to understand, but playing a character and who I am in real life is completely separate.”

“Well, that’s perfect then,” she nods. “Why don’t you go ahead and read it in character for us?”

A strong scent of copper fills Scott’s nose. He glances down and sees Y/N’s claws dug deep into her thigh. Stiles notices Scott’s wide eyes and glances where he’s looking. When he sees the wide open wound his face turns pale white before he shuffles in his chair.

“What a fantastic idea,” Y/N quips sarcastically before glancing down at the page below her. As she begins to read, the passive aggressiveness in her tone is evident. “O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on."

Her eyes lock with Jennifer's, and she can't help but add, under her breath but loud enough for her friends to pick up on, "How fitting"

Jennifer's expression hardens, but she maintains her composure. She leans on her desk while looking Y/N in the eye, “I would like a word with you after class Miss L/N,” she says coolly before continuing on with her lesson.

The glare on Y/N’s face never fades. She burns holes into the back of Jennifer’s head. Scott grew increasingly more worried that her eyes would flash, giving away her secret for all to see. All four of her friends exchange worried glances. Y/N’s never really been one to get in trouble on her own accord. She’s gotten detention, but ninety percent of the times it’s because Scott and Stiles roped her into it. The boys take it upon themselves to text Lydia and Alison, informing them of their theory of what is causing Y/N’s sudden aggression.

Lydia purses her lips together as she reads the texts. She leans back to whisper to Stiles, “This should be interesting…”

The rest of the class drags on, time ticking fairly slow. Y/N doesn’t say much, but the nasty looks she shoots cut more deeply than any words ever could. Halfway through the period, Stiles places his hand on her back to help keep her calm, which she wouldn’t admit, helped a lot. When the bell finally rings, the students begin to file out. Y/N stays behind, her anger barely contained. Scott, Stiles, Alison, and Lydia linger outside the door, trying to listen in on the upcoming confrontation.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she slings her bag over her shoulder. She approaches Jennifer’s desk with a sickly sweet smile. The teacher doesn’t buy it though. “Y/N, what is going on with you today?” She questions firmly, feigning concern for the younger girl.

Y/N shakes her head, producing the most innocent face she could. “Going on with me? Nothing at all, Miss Blake. I am doing just dandy. Why do you ask?"

Jennifer bites the inside of her cheek, narrowing her eyes, but she manages to keep her tone measured. "Your behavior today has been disruptive and disrespectful. You are a talented and well-read young woman. I expected more from you."

Y/N chuckles, leaning more of her weight on her left side, popping her hip to show just how much she truly cares about this conversation. “Oh, I’m sure you do, given your high standards and all. It must be exhausting to keep up appearances,” she comments with a deceptive charm.

The older woman’s nostrils flare, knowing exactly what she’s trying to get at. Of course this is what her behavior is all about. Jennifer takes a deep breath, “Y/N, your comments today were out of line. This isn’t about keeping up appearances, it’s about maintaining respect in the classroom."

Y/N walks closer to her desk with a sly smile. She traces her finger up the wood, rubbing the dust in between her fingers. “Respect? Funny you should mention that. It seems respect is a bit... selective around here."

Jennifer's patience finally snaps, though she tries to mask it with a strained smile. “Y/N, your insinuations are inappropriate. Whatever issues you think exist, this isn't the place to air them."

Y/N barely even makes eye contact with the woman, flicking off the small dust bunny she formed with her fingers. “Of course,” she agrees mildly. “From now on, I’ll make sure to be more… discreet.”

Her teacher’s eyes flash with irritation, “You know what? Your behavior today has been unacceptable. Detention. After school. I expect to see you here as soon as the bell rings.”

Y/N opens her mouth to argue, but the look in Jennifer's eyes stops her. She storms out of the classroom, her friends quickly falling into step beside her. Stiles trips over his own footing as he tries to grab Y/N’s wrist, “Would you just– Jesus– Y/N. Slow down!” He exclaims, finally catching her. He grabs onto her, holding the girl in place.

Y/N raises her eyebrows, “What?” She bites out. “I have to get to Calc.”

“Care to explain what the hell is going on with you?” Lydia tries to coax the information out of her. She knows it’s never good for Y/N out of all people to keep things bottled.

“Nothing’s going on with me,” she denies. “I’m fine. Are we done here?” She scoffs, spinning on her heel to walk away.

Scott runs in front of her, “Y/N, we just want to help,” he insists softly.

“I don’t need your help!” She snaps. The wounded expression on his puppy dog face makes Y/N groan at her actions. She runs a hand over her face, “Look Scotty, I appreciate it. I appreciate all of you, really, I do. It means a lot that you care so much, but this isn’t something that I feel like talking about right now. I need space and time to plot out her murder and then maybe we can have a discussion later, okay?” She says nonchalantly, kissing Scott’s cheek before walking off to her calculus class.

They all stand there stunned for a moment. Stiles watches after her, pointing at the girl and turning back to his friends, “Did she�� did she just say plot her murder?”

“Yup,” Alison nods, popping the “p.”

As the school day goes on, Scott and Stiles continuously try to monitor Y/N and her behavior. Something about her unhinged jealousy is putting everyone on edge. Luckily, the advanced classes they don’t have with her, Lydia does. So whenever they can’t be together, they assign someone else to watch over her.

When Lydia reports back, they’re all slightly shocked to hear that she was absolutely fine in all of her other classes. Which only affirms their theory that Ms. Blake was in Derek’s apartment last night, and that’s why Y/N acted the way that she did.

When the final bell of the day rings, Y/N growls under her breath, knowing she has to spend the next hour or so with Jennifer Blake in an enclosed space. She marches down the hallway, mumbling profanities under her breath before pushing the door to her classroom open. Stiles and Scott watch from afar, the latter trying to listen in for any painful screams. But knowing Y/N, if she truly were to murder someone, it wouldn’t be loud or obvious.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows when she sees Jennifer packing up her desk. When the woman hears her door open, she glances over in her students direction. “Miss L/N, I hope you had a good and reflective rest of your day,” she comments, clearly not interested in Y/N’s day whatsoever.

Y/N doesn’t bother responding. She simply stares at her straight faced with her arms crossed. Her patience is dwindling the longer they stand there. Jennifer picks up her handbag before sending Y/N the nastiest smile she could.

“Well, Mr. Harris should be here in a couple of minutes to oversee your detention, so you can wait in your seat until he arrives.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow, “And why exactly am I waiting for Mr. Harris? Weren’t you the one to give me a detention?”

Her teacher smirks, “Yes, yes I was,” she answers with a shrug.

“Then wouldn’t it be your responsibility to oversee it? You can’t just hand out detentions and not stick around for it,” Y/N scoffs.

“Normally, I wouldn’t be leaving like this. I would happily spend the next hour of my life lecturing you on proper classroom etiquette, but I have certain plans tonight that I’ve been looking forward to. So Mr. Harris has agreed to take you off my hands,” she explains.

Y/N can smell her smugness. Only if she demonstrated this side of herself in front of the class. Y/N clenches her hand tightly, feeling her claws emerging from her actual nails. Anger rushes through her, but she pushes it back with a curt nod. “How interesting. Do you mind me asking who these plans happen to be with?”

Jennifer cockily leans forward, whispering in Y/N’s ear, “You know exactly who they’re with.” Then she pulls away from the young girl, walking out of the classroom without a second glance.

The werewolf’s eyes flash a bright yellow as she watches Jennifer stalk off. She squeezes them shut, trying to avoid any kind of outburst. Her frustration grows by the second, her heart beating abnormally fast as she hears Jennifer getting in her car to no doubt drive to Derek’s loft. A red hot fire fills her soul as she makes a decision that will no doubt have consequences later. But she would rather serve a two hour detention with Harris than watch Derek be with that woman.

Y/N storms out of the classroom, running down the hallway. She ditches her detention, figuring she could come up with an emotional enough lie to relieve the punishment afterwards. Her backpack bounces up and down, smacking into her tailbone as she runs. Her feet pump as fast as they possibly can as she runs through the greenery of the woods. She doesn’t have to pay attention to where she is because her body already knows where it’s going. Almost as if she’s called to be there, her inner wolf begging to move faster.

When she finally slows down, she’s directly in front of the door to Derek’s loft. Her chest rises and falls with her shallow breaths as she simply stares at the door. She didn’t see or hear Jennifer’s car, so that means their’s still time. She licks her lips out of nervousness before hesitantly bringing her hand up to the door, knocking on it softly.

She waits anxiously, wiping her now sweaty hands on her jeans. Y/N’s not used to feeling like this ever. She doesn’t get nervous. Most of the time, she’s the most confident person anyone could meet. Hence why she was friends with Lydia before she even knew Stiles existed. When she goes over to Derek’s, she never usually feels like this. Like her heart might just beat out of her chest if she doesn’t see him. She fights off the small whimper threatening to escape her throat. She doesn’t need to be nervous and embarrassed when he answers the door.

Y/N rocks back and forth on her feet, growing more weary as time passes. Silence fills the air around her and she suddenly feels the urge to throw up when she hears footsteps growing closer. She silently prays he can’t smell how absolutely out of sorts she is. Her inner monologue to give herself a confidence boost doesn’t do much when she sees his shadow at the bottom crack of the door. When the door swings open, it reveals a very dressed up Derek Hale. His face turns into one of confusion when he sees her standing in front of him.

“Y/N,” he greets, completely shocked by her presence. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh– I– um,” she stumbles over her words which causes Derek to look at her with curiosity. She’s not the type to be at a loss for something to say. That’s one of the things he admires about her. She sucks in a deep breath, “I just needed to see you,” she answers.

Derek steps aside slightly, allowing her into his apartment. When she walks in she can’t help but feel safe. This loft has almost turned into her home away from home. She’s here more often than anyone else out of the pack, and Issac lives here. It isn’t until now that Derek can smell the mix of emotions radiating off of her. It’s a concoction of things and he can’t tell which is the primary source of her unannounced appearance.

“What’s this about?” He asks her with a lifted brow.

Y/N sighs, trying to blink back the intermittent flashing of her eyes. “I know someone was here last night,” she reveals. “I came by and heard her. Then I find out today that you two apparently have plans,” she continues getting progressively more irritated. “Which didn’t make sense to me because I thought you were smarter than that.”

Derek crosses his arms, his own anger rising at her tone. He’s used to her empty sarcasm and insults, but this time it’s fueled by actual emotion which sets him equally on edge. “It’s none of your business who I have plans with, Y/N,” he says shortly.

Y/N laughs humorlessly, “None of my business? It is absolutely my business if the person you have these plans with is a complete stranger!” She exclaims loudly. “We don’t know her Derek. She could be the person behind all these killings and kidnappings and we wouldn’t be any the wiser!”

“Your teacher?” He challenges. “Responsible for everything that’s going on?” He chuckles at the obscurity. “Right. I’m sure that’s it,” he shakes his head at the accusation. “Isn’t the whole point of making plans to get to know someone? So wouldn’t it be nice if I did go out with her?”

“She’s manipulating you,” Y/N insists. “And you’re obviously too blind to even see it.”

“Why do you care so much?” Derek asks, his voice elevating as well.

“Because–” She waves her hands around exasperatedly, trying to find the words. “You’re not exactly known for your taste in women!” She all but scolds. “Remember Kate? The lady that up and killed your entire family. Well, I remember her so forgive me for trying to keep your stupid werewolf ass alive!”

Derek goes to retaliate but that’s when he hears it. Her heart rate speeds up. She’s lying to him. That’s not why she really cares. He can clearly see her anger and smell the annoyance radiating off of her, along with a couple of other things. But there’s a sweet smell accompanying it. One that Derek finds rather endearing. Jealousy. Y/N L/N is jealous. He wouldn’t have picked up on it if she hadn’t just blatantly lied. Suddenly her bursting in and berating him makes sense. He smirks when he notices her clenched fists. It’s about time she’s felt the green-eyed monster that constantly visits him when he sees her with other guys. When she’s laughing boisterously about something Scott said, whenever she comes over to see him but ends up talking to Isaac for hours on end. Especially when he found out she kissed Stiles last year after he was kidnapped by Gerard. It truly has been a miracle that no one ever sensed his jealousy when it came to her.

Derek takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. “Why did you really come here, Y/N?” He asks lowly, trying to get her to admit her feelings. “Tell me what you’re really trying to say…”

Y/N feels her face flush as he gets closer. She doesn’t want him to know the real reason why she raced across town to be here. The walls begin to close in around her, so she lashes out in a last ditch effort to protect herself.

“I’m trying to look out for you! You’re stubborn, Derek,” she chastises. “You don’t listen to anything anyone tells you. You like to pretend you’re always ready and prepared for anything, but you’re not! You are just as emotional and vulnerable as everyone else despite being hurt as many times as you have! You’re reckless when it comes to women, so I’m simply trying to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or the pack by making a stupid mistake.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t back down. In fact, he gets closer to her in attempts to pressure it out of her. “You’re avoiding my question, Y/N,” he says darkly. “What’s really going on?”

Feeling cornered, Y/N tries to take in a couple of deep breaths but it fails miserably. She can’t tell him. Not now. Not when he’s interested in another women who’s already on her way here. He even got dressed up for her. She’s never seen Derek in a white button up polo and slacks. It makes her frown thinking that it’s not for her. She scoffs softly before shaking her head, “Forget it,” she mumbles. The h/c haired girl pushes past him, shoulder checking him on her way to the door. “I shouldn’t have come here. Have fun on your date or whatever you wanna call it.”

She slams the door behind her before stomping down the flight of stairs that leads up to his building. When she walks outside, the sky opens up, almost mimicking her inner turmoil with its own storm. Rain pours down on her, soaking her clothing completely as she gets ready to run home, or in all truth, to Stiles house. All she knows is that she can’t be here anymore.

“Y/N, wait!” Derek calls out.

She doesn’t bother turning around, heading the exact way she came. She should’ve figured that he would’ve caught up to her with ease. He’s never had a problem showing her who’s in charge. He grabs her wrist gently but firmly, not allowing her to leave.

“Stop running away,” he commands. “Just tell me the truth.”

Y/N’s eyes once again begin flashing yellow, differing completely from her regular piercing e/c gaze. “Let go of me, Derek,” she demands with a bit of a growl in her voice.

“Not until you stop being so damn hardheaded!” He yells, trying to make his voice heard over the pounding rain. “Tell me!”

“Why do you even care?!” Y/N screams back. “Why does it matter when you’re already here waiting for another woman?”

Derek’s eyes soften slightly, and he pulls Y/N closer to him by her wrist. Her breath hitches in her throat as her hand practically rests on his muscular chest. His lips are so impossibly close that any coherent thought she had before this moment have been completely erased from her long and short term memory.

“Because I need to hear you say it,” his voice got impossibly low, sending a chill through her body that has nothing to do with the cold water hitting her back.

Y/N’s lips part slightly as his thumb comes up to brush the side of her cheek. Her body is drawn to him. The wolf inside of her is trying to claw its way out and into his arms, but she manages to steady herself. “Fine,” she breathes out, not being able to force herself to look away. “I’m jealous, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That it made me want to commit first-degree murder last night when I heard her voice in your apartment, knowing that it would’ve been me in there if I had shown up just a tad bit earlier? So yes, Derek, I am jealous. You win.”

Derek’s eyes darken at the breathiness of her voice. He places the hand that was holding her wrist on her waist to keep her pressed securely against his front. Both of their hearts beat in unison, “Why didn’t you just say that when I asked the first time?”

Y/N’s defense starts to crumble beneath her, “Because I didn’t want you to think I was weak for succumbing to something stupid like that,” she admits.

Derek laughs, showing off his pearly white teeth, “I would’ve never thought you were weak.” He reassures when he notices the small frown etched on her face. “You’ve never been weak. A bit obstinate? Sure. But not weak.”

Y/N can feel the sincerity in his voice. She doesn’t protest his strong hold on her hip, but instead keeps her own hands occupied on his now soaked through white shirt. It’s not a bad view from where she’s standing. “I don’t think I can do this,” she whispers.

Derek’s eyebrows furrow, a pang of concern filling his heart. “Do what?”

“Keep pretending that I don’t care about you,” she says softly, her chest heaving up and down from how intense the moment they are sharing is.

Derek’s eyes flash their bright alpha red as a primal instinct clouds his brain. He leans close to her face, his stubble rubbing her cheek in just the right way. “Then don’t,” he says huskily.

Before she can respond, he leans in and kisses her, the rain pouring down around them. The kiss is intense, filled with all the emotions they’ve both been keeping at bay. It’s a collision of desire and frustration, their lips moving against each other with a desperate want. A primal need inside both of them. Y/N wraps her hands around his neck, tugging at the short strands of his black hair. Derek wastes no time placing both of his hands on her waist, squeezing the soft flesh. She giggles slightly from the sensation, making him smile. When they finally pull apart, they’re both breathless.

Y/N steps back, her heart racing, but Derek keeps his arm around her, protectively. “How come you ran away?” He asks quietly.

Y/N huffs, running a hand through her wet hair. She sighs loudly before admitting the truth, “I was scared.”

“Of what?” He questions, not believing the woman in front of him would be scared of anything.

“Of this,” she states obviously, gesturing in between them. “Of how much I feel for you. I’m not really big on emotions like this. I don’t know how to handle it. So I was scared of having to open up my heart when I wasn’t sure if you’d actually take care of it.”

The vulnerability in her answer snaps something in Derek’s mind. She has the same issues as he does. He hasn’t been able to truly give himself to anyone since Paige. He felt so strongly for her and then she was gone in an instant. And when he tried again with someone he didn’t even fully trust, he got burned again. Emotions besides anger have never been his forte. So when he hears Y/N admitting the same thing, it makes him realize that this is something they both can improve on.

He grins, kissing her forehead softly, “You don’t have to be scared. We can figure it all out together, okay? Both of us.”

At that moment, a car pulls up, and Derek pulls Y/N even tighter into his chest. The bright headlights blind them and they both try to shield their eyes in order to identify the owner of the vehicle. Y/N’s body tenses as Jennifer steps out, the woman’s expression shifting from surprise to anger as she sees them.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” she comments coldly. Her eyes zero in on Y/N who has a rather tight grip on Derek’s shirt, “Miss L/N, shouldn’t you be at school serving the detention you earned today for your behavior in my class?”

“I had better things to do,” Y/N bites back. “As you can see,” she says, pointing at Derek’s chiseled form.

A shit-eating grin forms on Derek’s lips at her words. They both swear they see Jennifer’s eye twitch from the insinuation Y/N just made. He doesn’t bother trying to cover up what just happened and keeps his hands firmly on Y/N’s hips.

“Yes, I can see that,” Jennifer narrows her eyes at their proximity.

Derek can feel the situation getting ready to escalate so he keeps Y/N safeguarded within his hold. He nods over to Jennifer’s car, “I think it would be best if you left,” he states unforgivingly making Y/N smile.

Jennifer sends them both a pointed look, “I think so too,” she agrees before spinning on her heel and walking back towards her car. “We’ll see just how well this works out for the two of you. Let’s hope you don’t regret it.”

She closes the drivers side door before speeding off out of the parking lot. Both Derek and Y/N are left standing in the rain, now knowing that things have just become a lot more complicated than they were before. But even in the midst of her subtle threat and imminent danger, the two of them don’t seem worried in the slightest.

Because they’ll handle that together too.

[starcrossedreaders]

Pure

  Parings: Rookie!Virgin!Leon Kennedy x Virgin!fem!Reader

Summary: You and Leon have finally made it to the next step of the relationship. Only problem is, you’re both virgins. 

Warnings: Fem Reader 18+ very very fluffy smut that is taken very very slow. Smut with training wheels essentially :) Protected sex (please wear protection anytime you are active) p in v, missionary, mutual masturbation, squirting cunnilingus both male and female

Authors note: This idea came to me late at night sooo, I highly suggest listening to Pure by Cigarettes After Sex because this is HEAVILY inspired by that song. Enjoy!

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The comfort Leon’s lips brought to you was unimaginable. Your tongues danced together at a slow pace. His hands were on your hips, gripping slightly each time you moved a little. Leon couldn’t stand the foreign feeling that was brewing in is gut. It made him hot and heavy and aching for something that wasn’t there.

You and Leon have been dating for little over a year. Having met in a coffee shop on the day after your 21st birthday. Leon had bumped into you, sending the dark liquid crashing all over your clothes. Leon stumbled over his words as he tried to fix his mistake, cursing at his clumsiness. Maybe it was the left over alcohol in your system, or your love for food, but, you had told him he can make it up to you by buying you lunch. Of course Leon could never say no to a beautiful girl like you, and he was wiling to make it up to you in whatever way possible. Soon, lunch led to dinner dates, dinner led to hanging out, and hanging out led to dating, and dating led you guys here, with you in Leon’s lap kissing slowly.

You and Leon had agreed to take it slow so you guys have never pushed your physical intimacy past making out. If Leon was being honest, he liked it this way. Due to his up bringing in a strict religious household anything that went along the lines of sex or masturbation was strictly prohibited. Even when Leon moved out he was so busy with the police academy that sex wasn’t his top priority. Leon couldn’t bring himself to do it, he knew nothing of the nature and he was quiet embarrassed about it. Especially, since his girlfriend is a big advocate in sexual health. He’s over heard conversations you’ve had with friends about how it’s okay for them to not get off to penetration, foreplay is what majority of people use to reach their climax.  Leon didn’t know what foreplay or climax met, and that only scared him more for when the day you guys do decided to take the next step. 

For you though, you were more then ready to take that step. Despite you waiting for the right person to get intimate with, you fully believe that person is Leon. Your vibrator was starting to bore you, and your hand was to mundane. You needed to be filled, more then just your ring and middle fingers. You needed his tongue lapping at your apex as you rake your hands through his hair. You needed to be filled so deep that the tip is bumping into your cervix. You need to be manhandled, tied to a bed and blind folded, or riding a certain someone past no return. But of course, you waited, staying ever the  more patient with your lover. ‘Good things come to those who wait’ was something you constantly told yourself in the late hours of the night when you yearned to feel your boyfriend deep inside of you.

Pulling back for air, you bring your hand down to wipe away the saliva that ran down Leon’s chin. His blue eyes pierced into yours as you two looked at each other.

“Everything okay love?” His whispers floated past your lips and filled the quiet room.  You couldn’t wait anymore. The way you could feel his bulge beneath you, his huge arms gripping you, and the taste of him on your lips, you had to have him, and now. 

“Can.... Can I ask you a serious question?”

“Of course,” He smiled at you as he rubbed idle circles on your hips.

“Are you... Are you willing to take the next step in our relationship? If you don’t want to that’s okay, it’s just...” You trail off of your sentence when you notice the pale expression on your boyfriend’s face. One of his biggest fears came true and he didn’t know how to handle it.

Your voice softened as you cup his cheek, “Hey it’s okay, we don’t have to I was just wondering,”

Leon was quick to shake his head, “No, no it’s not that...”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Then what is it?”

Silence filled your shared room as Leon turned his head to look away from you. Red floated up to the tips of his ears and flowed down all the way to his neck.

“I- I uh, um,” He trapped his swollen bottom lip in-between his teeth. 

“Leon I promise it’s fi-,”

“I’m still a virgin! I don’t know anything about sex, when I hear you talking to your friends about it I don’t even understand most of the words you use, and I’m afraid. I’m afraid that I’m not going to make you feel good, and then you’ll leave me an-” Your lips crashed into Leon’s bruised lips. You had cut Leon of just as he had done to you

Pulling back you looked at Leon pondering what to tell him, ”Love, I’m a virgin too,”

“R-really?”

“Yes really. I had told myself I was going to wait to till I’m with the right person, and Leon you are that person for me, no matter what you have and haven’t done. We will take it slow, establish boundaries as we go and if you are uncomfortable with it, we will stop.” You thumb stroked his cheek as he looked at you will big doe eyes that were slightly glossed over.

He nodded his head slightly and you returned your lips to his. The kiss was slow and passionate. Despite his tongue dipping past your lips there was nothing eager about the kiss. Pulling back you started to trail kisses down Leon’s jaw. Starting from the edge of mouth and moving lower tracing the sharp lines of his jaw with your lips. When you reached his neck you started to suck and bite, causing him to groan. After leaving a few love bites you pulled back and toyed with the hem of his shirt.

“Consent is everything, always ask before you do. It might be redundant but it helps establish trust, and quite frankly I think it’s very very hot,” Leon plays with the hem of your shorts as he nods his head.

“May I?” You tug a little at his shirt.

“Mhm,” he eagerly nodded his head before you were quick to lift his shirt over his head.

Leon was quick to connect your lips again this time he takes the lead. He followed you actions and left hickies all along your neck and down to your cleveage. 

“May I take your shirt off love?” his voice was soft as it floated to your ears.

“Of course,” Leon’s calloused hands traveled up from your thighs to the inside of your shirt around your stomach. His soft touch sent shivers down your spine as he took his hands out from your shirt and gripped the hem of your shirt. He gave you one last look for confirmation before he slowly lifted it up. He stopped right before your perked up nipples. 

“It’s okay love, here let me help you,” Your hands landed on top of his and you slowly guided his hands up, up and over your head. 

Matching pink adorned cheeks sat on your guys faces as Leon took in the sight in front of him, and you watch Leon practically drool over your tits. 

“C-can I touch them?” This was the first time Leon had seen you this naked, and if he was being honest, he was a little upset that this is what he has been missing out on for so long. 

You could feel your arousal pool into your shorts “Gods, please Leon, touch me, I want to feel your hands all over me,” You were quick to grab his hands and lead them to your aching nipples. 

His cold hands made you arch your back further into his touch as a moan laid in the back of your throat. “Fuck Leon,” 

Your hands held onto his as he rolled your left nipple in his hand and dived back into your neck. This feeling was indescribable the ecstasy was too addicting, and you wanted more, you wanted to be inebriated all the time. 

Your hands trailed down your body and slowly made their way to Leon’s soaked crotch. You didn’t know if it was his fluids or yours, in fact it was probably a mix of both of them.

“Fuck Leon, can I touch you, please let me touch you,” Your hands ghosted over his crotch and his breath hitched.

“P-please,” Leon lifted his hips up and tried to yank his boxers down, in his futile attempt you had finished the job for him. 

His raging cock sprang out and smack him in the stomach. The tip was an angry red with pre-cum oozing out from the top. The vein underneath was bulging and all you could do was stare. Your own arousal slid down your leg on to his, “Fuck Y/N, take them off,” Leon’s voice had darken in demand, taking your bottom lip in your teeth you eagerly nod your head and lift off of Leon to slide your shorts off. Who were you to say no to him? 

Your sopping pussy was the most beautiful thing Leon has ever seen in his life his cock twitched, yearning to be stuffed deep in your dripping hole. 

“Can I touch it?” Your soft voice pulled Leon out of his trance. Leon eagerly nodded his head.

You clicked your tongue and lean into Leon’s ear, “Use your words baby,” the groan that came from the back of his throat was music to your ears. His grip on you was sure to leave bruises but you didn't mind, you wanted this night to last forever. 

“Fuck, yes! Touch me. Use me however you want, I'm yours,” You leaned back on his thighs and bent over slightly. Hovering over his angry cock you collected a ball of spit on the tip of your tongue. Parting your lips you let is slowly fall down on top of  his member. A thin string of saliva kept you connected before your pointer finger spread the natural lubricate.

Leon thought he was going to cum right then and there. He’s never cummed before, if that’s what it’s even called but the bubbling feeling in his groin was over whelming. His hips bucked into your hand for more friction. Being the loving girlfriend you are you gave him what he wanted and wrapped your hand around his pulsing cock. He was so thick your fingers barely touched each other on either side. Starting at a slow pace you went up up up, then down down down. Leon’s whimpers made you clench around thin air. You could see him tighten his core with each pump and you knew he wouldn’t last any longer. 

His strained gasps filled the room, “F-fuck, I’m going to c-cu-,” You were quick to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and kitten lick the slit. Salty pre-cum coated your tongue and you couldn’t have enjoyed the taste more. The warm feeling of your mouth caused Leon to jerk forward and grip your hair. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK,” sliding your head down further Leon pulsed in your mouth as hot streams of cum coated the back of your throat. Trying not to choke  you were quick to pull off of his cock and swallow every single last drop of cum he gave you. You pumped his cock a few more times before his hand gripped yours making your stop.

You sat up and bent over to the nightstand next to Leon, “Whenever we have sex you’re using a condom, if it’s not wrapped we’re not playing,” You opened the top drawer and tore a single condom off the string of them. 

“O-of course,” Leon’s breath was shaky.

 On the outside he might seem very nervous but on the inside he is doing cartwheels, he’s so excited to feel what it would be like to be inside of you. If your mouth was that heavenly you pussy had to be even better.

You hum in delight, “May I?”  His eager nods was enough conformation for you.

 Leon thought the look you gave him would make him cum on the spot. As you brought the shiny purple foil packet to your teeth, your eyes bore straight into his while you bat your lashes. You gripped the packet between your top and bottom teeth. As you pulled the packet down the foil slowly ripped open to reveal the lubed up latex. When you took it out of the wrapping your nose scrunched up at the slimy texture.  

“I’m going to put it on now,” Leon couldn’t form any coherent words. All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and throw his head back.

You gently place the cold rubber on Leon’s red tip. The cool sensation caused him to buck his upwards. In one fluid motion you slide the condom down while his hips went up. You made sure to leave room at the top to collect his cum.  Still sitting back on his thighs you leaned back further putting your left hand on his ankle for support. Spreading your thighs apart you took your right hand and dipped your middle and ring finger between your folds. Your glistening pussy caused Leon’s dick to jerk on it’s own.

“Fuckk baby, you’re that wet?” Leon’s groans made you throw your own head back.

“See what you do to me Leon, you drive me insane,” You rubbed a few circles on your aching clit before slowing sinking your two fingers in your soppy hole. 

Gasping from the sudden intrusion your fingers curled up against your walls causing your juices to drip from your hand. 

“P-please, please please please let me feel you wrap around me, I can’t handle this anymore,” Leon begging was like a orchestra, an orchestra you could listen to all day.

Leon didn’t appreciate how lightly you took his begging, he was serious and he was dead set on being in you. Leon hooked his each hand behind your knees and slide you all the way to his chest. Chest to chest your hand was flushed against his crotch, although this didn’t last long. Wrapping your legs around his waist he dipped you back with your head slightly hanging off of the bed and him caging you in. 

Leon was quick to yank your hand out of your wet hole as he lowered himself in-between your thighs. “Are you okay if I get a taste?” 

You couldn’t believe your boyfriend, your sweet shy boyfriend is asking to eat you out. Lifting your head slightly you nod your as your wrap your fingers in his silky hair and buck your hips into his nose,

“Ah ah, use your words sweet girl,”

“YES! Yes please eat me out, I’ll do anything,” You shoved his head to your soaking core and he obliged to your begging.

Wrapping his hands around your thighs to keep them open he stuck his tongue out and licked one big stripe from your leaking hole to your puffy clit. The pornographic moan you let out had Leon slightly grinding his aching cock against the mattress. 

“hmm fuck, you taste s’good,” Leon feasted upon you like a starved man. His tongue abused your clit with his small kitten licks and occasional kiss. 

His nose bumped into your clit as he moved his tongue to your hole, teasing it slightly. Suddenly, he plunged his tongue in hitting the spongy spot you have dreamed about him hitting. Arching your back off the mattress your thighs squeezed his had as you pulled his hair. 

“Oh fuck,” 

“You like that baby?” His voice vibrated up your core causing your feet to curl. 

Leon took this reaction as a good sign and continued to hit the same spot over and over again, despite his muscle getting tired, he would do anything to make you cum. 

White spots invaded your vison as blood rushed to your hanging head. With the faint feeling and the overwhelming pleasure you could feel the knot tightening.

“Le-Leon,” Your breathes came out raggedy.

He hummed in acknowledgement sending more vibrations to your core, “I-I’m going to cu-cum, oh fuck,” 

“Let go pretty girl, cum all over my face. Gods you taste so sweet,” His pace quickened  and soon you were falling.

The knot snapped and stars flooded your vision as Leon drowned in your ecstasy. 

“Fuck, just like that,” His thumbs rubbed circles on your thighs as you came down from the stars. 

Leon slid your body down so your head was no longer hanging off of the bed. Your juices dripped from his chin onto your chest as he leaned over you caging your in.

“My sweet girl,” He crashed his lips into yours allowing you to taste your own juices. 

You wiggled your hand in-between your sweaty bodies and pumped his raging cock. Leon moaned into the kiss the faster you moved your hand. Pulling back Leon wiped the rest of your juices with the back of his hand. 

“Open up love,” Leon pinched your chin  between his pointer, his index and his thumb just like the morning paper he reads every Sunday.

He softly opened your mouth for you and shoved his middle and ring finger in your mouth, “Now suck,” 

The newfound dominance had you wanting more, always you wanted more. You loved seeing your boyfriend crack out of his shell. Of course, you loved his soft side too, but there something about the way he can easily over-power you and have you at his mercy that made your pussy throb.  

Following your orders, your tongue worked around each digit before giving each one their own undivided attention. You would suck occasionally as your tongue waltzed around his fingers. You guys stayed like this for a few moments, you pumping his cock while you sucked on his fingers.

Once Leon was satisficed with your work he was quick to pull his fingers out of your mouth, “Such a good girl,”

Your fingers trailed his as he lowered them down to your core, “May I?” He quickly glanced in your direction.

“Please Leon, stuff my pussy with your fingers,” you groaned as you bucked your hips up for some friction.

“Yea? My sweet girl wants to be full? I think I could mange that,” Soon, he plunged his wet fingers in your hole. You arched your back off of the bed as both your hand went to grip the bedsheet.

“No,no,no love, you still have jerk me off. Can you do that for me?” His angelic voice contradicted his sinful acts.

You simply nodded your head as you brought your right hand back to pump his cock. Leon’s fingers curled upwards hitting the tip of your cervix, that made you see stars. Your tongue stuck out with drool dripping down the side of your mouth and your eyes in the back of your head. Leon’s abuse on your cervix got harder and faster and all you could think about is coming undone again. Although this time it felt different.... too different.

Your right hand gripped Leon’s moving arm and you scrunched up and squealed in his ear, “Leon s-stop I’m go-going to p-” before you could finish your pleas clear juices came out like a waterfall. You had just squirted all over your boyfriend, from his chest all the down to his thighs. Leon had just made you squirt. An act you thought your body would never be able to do, especially during your first time, and your boyfriend had just proved you wrong. 

“oh what the fuck-” Leon mumbled under his breath as he pulled his soaked fingers out.

“What was that?” Leon was afraid he just hurt you. Did he break open something inside of you? are you in pain? Why the fuck was that so hot?

“Are you okay?” Falling back on the soaked bed you just nodded your head.

“I just squirted... Holy shit, I just squirted!” Leon was so confused.

“Sooo, I didn’t hurt or break you?” Your gazed soften at his concerned words.

“No love, you just took me to heaven and back. Now I want you to do it again. I can’t get enough of your Leon, I need you in me,”

“Are you sure, We can do that an-,” Your hand grabbed his still throbbing cock and led it towards your entrance.

“Please fill me,” 

“Who am I to tell you no, you’ve been so good to me tonight,” His hand wrapped around yours as he teased your hole before sticking to tip in.

 Leon thought he was going to cum right then and there. He was quick to pull back, “Baby I can’t, anymore and I’ll cum right away,”

“Come on baby, you can  it, I believe in you. Take a deep breath, you can do it,” Leon followed your soft words as he stuck the tip back in. He took a sharp breath in-between his teeth as he eased himself into you. His head was thrown back and his eyes were glued shut.

The burning sensation brought tears to your eyes, how were you going to fit his thick cock into you is a mystery but you will sure as hell will try to take it all. Leon was about half way in when he finally opened his eyes and looked down at you. Fat tears slide down your cheeks as your forearm rested over your eyes.

Leon lightly pulled your arm away placing your hand above your head as tangled his fingers with yours. “Baby look at me,” 

Opening your eyes you looked up to find Leon already looking back at you. His blue eyes bore into yours as he halted his movements.

“Are you okay?” His hand cups your face as he brushes a few stray tears away.

You nod your head a little, “Y-yes, the more you move the less it’ll hurt,” He just nodded his a head a little before he resumed his advancements. 

The feeling of your warm pussy sheathed around him almost hurt but he couldn’t bring himself to pull out. You needed this just as much as he did, and he is willing to give it all to you. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist with your feet slightly resting on his butt, pulling Leon in a little closer he finally bottomed out. All Leon could do is stay there in pure ecstasy.

“Let me know when you want me to move,” His words come out as a breathy moan as he looked down at you. Your bottom lip was trapped in-between your teeth as your eyes squeezed shut. 

Taking a deep breath in, on the exhale you opened your eyes, “Okay..” Leon barely missed your que for him.

Sliding his hips back he was quick to move them forward again. His pace was slow and steady as his hips rocked back and forth against yours. Your back arched up and off of the bed as your nails found salvation on Leon’s back that would for sure leave red marks in the morning. 

Leon dipped his head down near you ear, his sweet whimpers was the only thing you could hear. Moans pushed past your lips as you craved more.

“Faster,” You let out breathy moans as Leon  picked up his pace. 

The bed slightly creaked under your moving bodies as moans filled the room. With each thrust you were brought closer and closer to edge. Leon whispered sweet nothings into your ear. 

A bead of sweat formed in his hairline as he kept up his pace. Your pussy was squeezing him so tightly. He knew he was close, and he hoped you were just as close.

“Fuck baby I’m going to cum,” Slapping skin and moans filled the room as you each neared your release. 

Hot breath slid down your neck before Leon trailed kisses all along your collarbone.

“I’m close, I’m so so close,” Your words were like a mantra repeating over and over again.

Your clenched pussy made it harder for Leon to move as he got closer and closer. 

“Leon, Leon Le-,” Arching up and off of the bed you fully clenched around him as you were pushed over the edge. Your juices wrapped around his cock and dripped out between your bodies. 

The warmth of your pussy and wetness of your ecstasy was the final straw for Leon. “Fuck,” with one last slam of his hips into yours his cum filled the condom. 

Your eyes stayed shut as you focused on your breathing, Leon trailed soft kisses around your face before he reached your lips. His soft lips pressed into yours before he spoke up once again. “I love you so much.”

[magnoliasandarson]

a sleigh of sorts

Dick wasn’t religious, he didn’t care for capitalism (even though he kept claiming billionaires for family), but he was absolutely determined to embody the Christmas spirit. Dick had to make things right- and to do that, he had to abduct his siblings. 

He wasn’t doing this for selfish reasons, even if it might sound like this was for him. His siblings deserved a break; they deserved to feel loved and important. He owed them that. The gifts sitting on the floor in front of Tim’s legs were only part of the equation. Rounding them all up and being together was the much bigger part. 

So maybe he was driving like a maniac through empty Gotham streets because Duke was walking alone in the dark on Christmas Eve. Sure, Duke’s an extremely capable hero, but Dick’s his big brother. It’s his job to worry. He worries about all of them, which is why he has a screen fixed above his radio displaying their real-time locations on a grid map of Gotham. 

Tim had stared for all of five seconds at the tracking display before wisely deciding to drop it (Dick knew the younger had his own trackers), instead choosing to rapid-fire question the elder to determine the reason behind his new mentality, “Did Kori bring you weird candy again?”

Dick swung the pickup through a narrow corner, laughing when Tim muttered shit and reached for the handle above him, “Tim! Timmy! Timmers,” he turned down the best of the 80s channel just enough to be heard, “This is the holiday spirit! Get with it!” 

He was so tired of the family being so dark and miserable; they were a family, they loved each other, and they could be happy for ten minutes. Was it so hard to believe that Dick wanted to be with his family?

Tim shifted so his back was against the door and fixed him with a look, lips barely forming get with it as he processed what was happening. Even if the younger was actively doubting his sanity, Dick was quietly ecstatic that Tim was even slightly playing along. It meant he didn’t hate him as much as Dick feared he did. Maybe there was still a shot at them being close again. 

Without drawing attention to it, Dick reached forward and turned the dial on the heat up. He knew that Tim would be pissed if Dick asked him if he was cold, but he also knew that without a spleen, a cold could be a lot worse for Tim than the next person. He felt his brother’s eyes on his face but chose to keep staring ahead. If Tim wanted to talk, he would. Pushing with Tim never worked; Dick knew from pushing and fucking things up countless times. 

Instead, Dick loudly sang along to Princes of the Universe by Queen while speeding hazardously toward the yellow dot on his map. Sue him, but he color-coded his siblings. Not like Bruce hadn’t done it first. 

Tim finally snapped, slapping the dial on the radio to silence it before demanding, “Why are you trying so hard?” A glance away from the road showed Dick that Tim’s body language was completely closed off, posturing like they had all been trained to do during interrogations. 

Dick pursed his lips; he didn’t want to be mad- he couldn’t be mad at Tim for not trusting him to have good intentions. He had screwed up enough with the younger over the years, but he desperately wanted to make amends. He just needed Tim to accept the olive branch for what it was, “Because you deserve it,” Dick tightened his grip on the steering wheel until his knuckles popped, “this family is beyond messed up, but it’s a family. You’re my brother- and that means something to me, Tim.”

Tim stared for maybe a minute, eyes dark and shining in the low light of the truck cab, before nodding once and turning the dial on the radio up, the loud sounds of I Wanna Dance With Somebody filling the now-heavy air. 

Despite the tension hanging between them, Dick did what he knew to do, what all older siblings are obligated to do. He loudly sang along, putting his chest into every high note he could not reach. Even though Tim was definitely still dealing with emotional turmoil of his own, Dick caught him struggling not to smile at a spectacularly missed note. 

“There!” Tim interrupted, gesturing out the windshield at Duke, standing frozen on the darkened sidewalk, staring bewildered at the hurtling pickup blasting Whitney Houston. His jaw dropped when it screeched to a halt directly in front of him.

“Heya, Dukey, wanna hop in?” Dick grinned as he turned the radio down. 

Duke’s bewildered face soured at the nickname, “What-”

Tim cut him off as he leaned out the window, “C’mon, Dukey, it’s Christmas. Get with it.” 

Dick felt his face burn with how wide his smile grew, his brother was humoring him, but he was having fun. He knew it. The plan was working.

Duke’s eyebrows furrowed aggressively as he and Tim had some sort of eye conversation that Dick wasn’t privy to before he shrugged, “Getting with it,” and hopped into the back seat. 

The truck tires squealed as they took off, “Welcome aboard, Duke!” Dick turned the dial back up on the radio and started speeding to the purple and pink dots, “We’re on a mission to save Christmas; you in?”

Tim twisted in his seat to face the back, “Just say yes; otherwise, he gets emotional.”

“It’s true!”

Duke laughed, loud and bright, “Yeah, of course I’m in!” 

Dick eyed his newest brother in the rearview, watching as he immediately clocked the blood-staining Tim’s shirt. It was funny listening to Tim bitch at someone else for being concerned. It was even funnier watching Duke smack Tim on the back of the head for “being a spleenless jerk with no self-preservation or decency to let other people be concerned about you.”  People forget, but Duke was a poet. It made for hilarious arguments.

The trio sped down the mostly empty streets, and Dick felt lighter than he’d felt in a long time. He had some of his siblings with him- and they wanted to be there. They were going to go pick up Steph and Cass, ambush Jason before he could skip town, and coerce Jason into feeding them while watching holiday episodes of crime shows. 

Easy enough, they were Robins, after all. 

[taelophone]

Sleepless˚˖₊ ⋆˙⟡ — Luigi Mangione x Reader ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ TWs: Reader has PTSD . Nightmares . That's literally it . My first blurb on this account omg ??

The moon hung high in the midnight black sky, her many sons and daughters twinkling amongst her as she observed the little people below her begin to turn in, or up, for the night. Some cozied up in their beds, a cup of warmth on their bedside table while holding their phones in their hands.

Some remained outside, their day just getting started as they jumped to the heavy bass of some shitty music made by a man bragging about his substance abuse issues. Every single one of them had something in common; the way their chests rose and fell with each breath as their nighttime activities worked their lungs.

In…out. In…out.

In out in out in out in out.

Luigi listened to your slow breathing, sitting in the corner of your room at your vanity as he finished typing up an email to his team at his job. He promised he’d join you in bed later and catch up on some sleep, but he didn’t anticipate spending over five hours fixing software bugs.

He could hear your quiet breathing as your arms gripped your soft bunny JellyCat, the one he bought you this past Valentine’s Day along with a cute little Alex and Ani bracelet full of charms and bling. He turned around in your little clear chair, watching your sleeping form rise and fall with your dreams.

His heart sputtered, pounding in its chest cavity as it swelled with affection. It was rare to see you at peace when you were awake— always stressed or anxious about something, whether it already happened, or it was already over. 

So whenever he got the chance to join you at night, he wrapped an arm securely around your midriff and held you as close as physics would allow. As long as he could make you feel calm and watched over, that was all he really needed in life.

He sighed from the depths of his lungs, letting the cold air of your room dry out the back of his throat as he disassociated from his screen. All he had seen since the early hours of the morning was computer binary and Zoom meetings. 

He thought about just shutting his laptop and putting away his responsibilities just for the night to lay in bed with you. But alas, the only side effect of healthy determination is breaking the cycle when you need to most.

He pushed forward, the pads of his fingers click-clacking away on his keyboard as he gave his best effort to wrap up his tasks for tonight. It was a long, long, road of command searching, weaving through wires of text to see what was not only causing the issue but figuring out how to fix it as well.

“No…”

His head whirled around, searching for the quivering voice amongst your pile of pillows and plushies. He could have sworn he heard your voice saying—

“No…stop,” you mumbled, a warble in your words as your dreams began to morph into those painful thoughts your subconscious had done their best to lock away.

You thrashed— violently to the side as you sent your stuffed bunny tumbling to the floor. Your face twitched, your brows scrunching together in fear as your leg kicked backward from your attempt at lucid running.

Luigi watched in horror as you began crying and whimpering in your sleep, tossing from side to side like you were trying to escape from some invisible enemy pinning you down to your subconscious.

There was only one thing that crossed Luigi’s mind as you shuddered and cried, startling yourself awake with a frightened frown. You cried, clutching around for your fallen furry friend.

“Hey, hey hey hey hey…” Luigi whispered, swiftly closing his computer, flocking over to your bed, and scooping up the little bunny. “What happened? Are you alright?”

You couldn’t answer. All your body seemed to be able to do was attempt to catch its breath while fat tears dribbled down your cheeks. Shallow, surface-level gasps pulled from you every once in a while as Luigi urged you to lay back down.

“You’re fine, you’re awake. It’s alright, I promise, just lay down with me. It’s okay, c’mon, let’s lay down…” he urged, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and peppering kisses to your tear-stained face.

You shuddered, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend as tightly as you could as your sobs slowly died down. His hand rubbed up and down your back, letting you bury your face in his chest as your breathing began to even out again.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, his tone gentle and quiet.

“Yeah, it was just…” you sighed, mashing the side of your cheek into one of Luigi’s pecs shamelessly. “Horrible fuckin’ nightmare…”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Not really…maybe in the morning.”

He nodded, wrapping his arms around the small of your back as you threw a leg over his hip. With a twinkle of the stars, the beginnings of soft rain pattering against the glass, he knew work could wait.

You’d always come first.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

arrogant villain x flirty hero 🥺

“If you listen—” the villain pushed them against the door “—closely, really closely, you might understand that I don’t have time for you today.”

The villain was close enough to press a kiss to the hero’s lips. The hero loved that.

“Hmm, what a shame. Usually you’re so adamant about seeing me.” They couldn’t help but smirk when the villain scrunched their nose.

“Funny.” With another condescending look they reached for the doorknob. “You’re so funny.”

The hero slapped the villain’s arm with enough force to push the villain off balance.

“You, my love, aren’t going anywhere,” they said and to their surprise, the villain didn’t only look offended but also surprised.

“You wanna fight? Is that it?” they asked.

Today the villain seemed more riled up than usual. The hero could only suspect it had something to do with a deal or an upcoming meeting. For the past few months, the villain had been more active, had been pulling strings in the background constantly.

Admittedly, the hero didn’t know why. And that bothered them.

“Well, if you insist…” They wiggled with their eyebrows. Usually, wooing the villain was their favourite activity but with the villain this agitated, they didn’t really know if they were pushing too far.

The villain sighed and reached for the doorknob again.

“Hey, hey…are you really going to leave your nemesis in your hotel room like that?” the hero asked.

“I was planning on locking you in here so I don’t have to see your stupid face.”

The hero giggled.

“Last time you told me I have a pretty face.”

“Changed my mind.”

“My god, fine. Just go to your villains and leave me here all alone…” the hero said, pulling the villain closer, as if their tone wasn’t dramatic enough already. The hero got a hold of the villain’s jawline, chests pressed against each other. “…let me die here of boredom…without my villain…”

Another sigh.

The villain frowned and finally, finally, the hero could spot a blush on their cheeks.

“How did you even get in here?” The villain didn’t pull away. Quite the contrary, they leaned against them.

“I heard there were a few villains meeting in this hotel’s restaurant today. Simply had to see if my lover was going to be here.”

“We’re not lovers,” the villain whispered. But in the same breath: “Do you know how dangerous this is?”

“Are you asking me or yourself?” the hero asked. “You don’t have to go down there, you know? We can stay here. Get to know each other more.”

“I think I know you too well to use that as an excuse. I have to go down there.” They looked at the ground before they looked at the hero again.

“You’re scared,” the hero said. Their hand found the villain’s shoulder and their thumb ran along their collarbone gently.

“I am,” the villain whispered. “But this is really important.”

“It’s about power, isn’t it?”

“…yeah.”

“Don’t you have enough already? Do you really need to risk your life for more?” the hero asked. They wanted the villain to stay like this forever. To lean against them, to look at them this way.

“Yeah. Sorry, love.” Before the hero could respond, the villain kissed them hard and the hero was so surprised, they could barely open their mouth. However, the villain didn’t give them enough time to enjoy it. They pulled away almost immediately. For the last time, they reached for the doorknob. “See ya.”

They disappeared, leaving the frozen hero in the hotel room by themselves.

Later, the hero found out the meeting wasn’t about discussing power dynamics and making evil deals. It was about the hero.

[messrsrarchives]

every couple of weeks i scroll across my addict! sirius wip that i posted 4 chapters of and then DELETED and every couple of weeks i come here to gush about it.

this time ! you get the prologue ! (tw for addiction, obviously.)

Time has proven

That fooling yourself into believing a lie

Is the most effective way

To deal with things you have no control over.

- How To Never Stop Being Sad - dandelion hands

The very first thing they tell you when you’re supporting someone through addiction is the three C’s.

Cause. Cure. Control

They tell you that you didn’t cause your loved ones addiction, that their behaviour is not a reflection on you or anything that you may have done, or failed to do.

They tell you that there’s underlying causes behind the illness - brain structure, chemistry, genetic abnormalities - and that the person was predisposed. That they were born with this, that they were destined from birth to spend their life fighting against factors that were determined before they even opened their eyes.

They also tell you, when you’re sitting on a plush leather chair spilling secrets that aren’t even yours to some stranger with a smile too kind and words too practised, that a predisposition does not mean an addiction is inevitable.

That despite all these factors, a perfectly well-adjusted brain can become addicted to something whilst one with all the tell-tale signs and red flags could breeze through life without so much as smoking a full packet of cigarettes.

A predisposition means fuck all really, if it requires a trigger to activate it.

And it’s the triggers that get him.

They tell you that poor parental figures can significantly increase the chances of addiction; that early trauma does its own work on a person’s brain structure and there’s no telling whether they’ll cling to something like academic validation or sports, or chemicals upon chemicals to try to patch those wounds up. To remove the dents made by others. To help them know what it’s like to live without pain.

There are countless other factors much later in life, that have their own impact.

Has this person been surrounded by these vices for so long that they no longer have the strength to resist? Was it their choice to get caught up in this mess in the first place? Is there anything else going on in their life that pushed them towards this comfort? Are they buried in debt, failing school, battling through grief? Are they loved? Are they safe? Do they feel the need to cling to superficial endorphins in the hopes that these pose less risk than the people around them?

‘You didn’t cause this’, they say.

How do you know?

You’ll spend hours, days, weeks, maybe even years, sitting and waiting for a cure. It’s a futile hope, but you hold onto it anyway. They repeat to you over and over again that there’s nothing you can do to fix this, to fix them. They’ll tell you there’s nothing you can do to cure it, whilst you sit in a meeting for that very purpose.

You’re not here for yourself, not really. You’re here for them. For the person they could have been, and the person you hope they become. You’re sitting in this room on an uncomfortable plastic chair, listening to stories from people who are sitting on the sidelines too, not because you want sympathy or comfort, but because you’re hoping - deep, deep down, despite what they say - that someone here will have the cure.

They’ll tell you that you cannot cure someone’s addiction and you’ll nod along and hum in the appropriate places, as though your chest isn’t caving in bit by bit with every reminder that you are insufficient at helping someone you love, but this stranger? This random stranger telling you all of this, who has never known the person prior to their decline, who has never seen the light in their eyes when they’re sober or heard their laugh without jitters, maybe even at all? They can?

You hope for a cure anyway, even if it can’t come from you.

Maybe one day, one day they’ll stop. They have to.

One way or another, recovery or deterioration, they all stop eventually.

You learn that the thing that you want the most is unattainable.

You cannot control this.

You can’t control their behaviour, you can’t stop it from happening again. And again. And again. And again. You can guide them in the right direction and you can whisper soft encouragements as they detox in your arms, as you rub their back in front of an open toilet, as you pick them up onto stumbling feet outside clubs and buildings you’re far too familiar with having never entered - but you can’t control this.

They tell you that recovery isn’t linear as if that empty statement is meant to provide any reassurance at all when you have a first row seat to every painstakingly slow recovery, and every catastrophically fast relapse. They tell you that you can’t control this and you struggle not to laugh, because yes. That’s the issue.

You can’t control this, but you desperately want to.

You did not cause this, you cannot cure this, and you cannot control this.

Yet every time Remus steps out of that meeting room, his hand immediately goes to the neckline of his jumper to trace the outline of the tarnished necklace through the material, and he can’t help but think they’re wrong about all of it.

He has to be able to do something, right?

He has to.

[constellationguy]

Another perspective

Episode five

"Text: regular talking

'Text': regular thinking

"Text": Saiki talking telepathically

'Text': Saiki thinking

Previous episode

ATTENTION! You might want to rewatch episode five of The Disastrous Life of Saiki K before reading to fully understand the events.

Summary: Episode 5 in L/N Y/N's perspective.

It is 4:00pm at PK Academy and everyone is trying to go home, Y/N was no exception. However Y/N had to do some homework in the library so they stuck around a couple extra minutes to finish it before going home.

While Y/N was in the library they heard Takahashi calling out for Saiki. ‘Why the hell is he looking for Kusuo? He’s probably already left by now to catch that show he was talking about,’ they thought. They didn’t pay it much thought though and soon left the library to go home.

Just as Y/N reached the shoe lockers they heard Kaido scream. “AAAAAAAAA”

“What’s wrong Kaido?” Teruhashi asked.

“A ghost just lifted up the locker I was hiding in! No wait, it wasn’t a ghost it was dark reunion!”

“Slow down! Nothing you’re saying is making sense,” Teruhashi said trying to understand him.

“HOLD ON ILL SAVE YOOOUUU,” Hairo screamed, running back into the building.

“What happened?! I heard a scream!”

“It’s Dark Reunion! They’ve found my hiding spot!”

“Oh… okay ya.” “Of course,” Hairo and Teruhashi said unimpressed.

“Finally heading home Saiki?” Toritsuka asked.

‘Saiki?,” Y/N thought. They were on the other side so wouldn’t be able to see him but they didn’t hear Saiki approaching earlier.

“I’ll walk with you pal!”

“You idiot!”

“AH THERE HE IS!” Teruhashi, Kaido, and Hairo said, finally seeing Saiki.

‘Oh man, I feel bad for Kusuo, but it’s not like I can do anything about it. It’d probably draw to much attention. I know he won’t be to pleased with me ignoring this but he’ll get over it right?’ Y/N thought feeling a little guilty.

“Saiki! I need to repay your favor!”

“Our teacher asked me to give these to you!”

“I have a layer now!”

“You’re not busy are you?” They asked in unison.

‘Sorry Kusuo….’ Y/N thought as they quietly left, not drawing the group’s attention.

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“Listen up guys, today’s about one thing. US BEING NUMBER ONE!” “LETS DO IT!”

“CLASS THREE GO!” “YAAAA”

“Sports day, so annoying.”

“You’re just saying that cause you suck at sports.”

“SHUT UP!”

Y/N had to agree with Kaido. It’s not like they didn’t like sports or they were bad at them, sports day was just a gaggle of activities that didn’t hold much value to them. Shouldn’t “sports day” be about actual sports anyway?

“Yo Saiki, hey! You pumped?”

“I’m the opposite of pumped.” Saiki replied plainly.

“And Nendo, you’re a fit guy! I expect big things out there from you too!”

“That’s right, you’re not beating me this time.”

“We’re all on the same team,” Saiki said exasperated.

“And Kaido, my man!….. just do whatever it is you can do. I’m sure you’re gonna try really hard.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

While Hairo was talking about the other teams Y/N couldn’t be bothered to pay attention. They really didn’t think winning sports day should be that deep.

“Our first event! Boys hundred meter dash!”

‘Ooo, Kusuo’s up first! This should be fun.” Y/N thought while pushing to the front of the class to get a better look at the race.

“Saiki you got third!”

“Why is everyone so excited?”

“All the other racers are on the track a field team. And the forth place guy has a school sprint record!”

By Saiki’s expression, Y/N could tell he didn’t take that into account. “Truly remarkable,” Y/N snickered.

“Not bad buddy! But I am pretty sure I could smoke you one on one, oh that guys running.” Nendo trailed off.

“Kaido’s running?”

Y/N knew this was a bad choice but they also knew seeing Kaido get absolute last place would be funny.

In the three legged race Sawakita was running along side Teruhashi. It turned out to be more of a carry but it was still entertaining, creepy maybe, but entertaining.

“Scavenger hunt race? I wonder which of us is doing that.”

“You are.” Saiki replied annoyed.

“ITS MINE I WIN! I GOT THE PAPER!” Nendo celebrated.

“Now go find what’s on that paper.” The intercom announced.

“AAAAAA! Here, let me have this!” Nendo said after running towards class 3’s group.

“Ya sure!”

“No not the racket! This, thanks!” Nendo then took one of Saiki’s limiters off his head. Y/N didn’t notice this so the couldn’t prepare for Saiki falling down and taking them with him.

“SAIKI!” The whole class screamed.

“Nendo what did you do?!” Y/N asked Nendo as they sat up and sat Saiki’s head in their lap.

“I just took his hair clip,” Nendo replied, looking at it then set it into Y/N’s out stretched hand.

‘Damn, I haven’t done this in a while, but fuck it, we ball,’ Y/N then went for it and stuck Kusuo’s limiter back into his scull.

Shortly after putting it back, Saiki regained consciousness and shot up into a sitting position.

“Are you feeling okay? We were worried,” Kaido said crouching down to talk to Saiki.

“You fainted when Nendo took that thing out of your head so Y/N put it back.” Saiki was looking around rather shocked like he was making sure everything was okay.

“You scared me.” Y/N said while they suddenly hugged Saiki’s shoulders. They held that position for a moment before letting go and asking Saiki a question. “Are you alright? You still don’t look to good.” Y/N asked while putting the back of their had to Saiki’s forehead.

Saiki let it stay there for a second, then shakily took Y/N’s wrist to bring it away from away from his head but didn’t really give them a complete answer, staying in his thoughts for a moment before getting up.

“Woah, I almost lost my buddy.” When the intercom announced that class three came in last place Nendo wasn’t too bothered by it. “Nothing I could have done about that one guy, huh, when your best buddy passes out there are more important things than sports day. We’ll get the next one.”

“He passed out because of you!” Y/N couldn’t really tell who said that cause they were still in the ground, but they assumed it was Takahashi.

“Hey are you alright?” Hairo asked Y/N while helping them up.

“Ya, I’m not injured. No harm, no foul right?” Y/N said trying to sound half hearted but they still came off a bit shaken.

“And that’s it for our morning events, time for lunch!”

“Well pal, it’s time for food.”

“Where’d Saiki go? SAIKI? WHERE ARE YOU?!”

Y/N could hear Nendo yelling but choose to ignore it in favor of following Saiki.

“I’m not feeling so hot. It doesn’t matter that it was only out for a second, it’s still causing me all sorts of problems.” Saiki commented to Y/N.

“Alright that’s it. If you keep that up, you’re going to break those chopsticks, give them here.”

“Why?” Saiki asked.

“Kusuo Saiki, give me the damn chopsticks.” Y/N said sternly, Saiki chose to comply. “You’re still really shaky and you really need these calories to recover.”

Y/N then grabbed an edamame with the chopsticks and brought it close to Saiki’s mouth. Saiki made a face for a second then put the edamame in his mouth. “What are you, my mother?” Saiki asked all snarky.

“Aw what? Don’t like the idea of me being your mommy?” Y/N said teasing back then they both broke out laughing.

“No but seriously, my body isn’t listening to me, I need to go home.”

“Saiki?! We playing hide and seek?”

“Well that’s my cue.” Saiki tried to teleport but it clearly didn’t work as he stay there as Nendo rounded the corner.

“Hello? Huh, doing some private stretching? Hey you alright? Maybe you should go home early.”

“Sorry you’re sick bro.”

“You need help getting home?”

“Oh no. His parents are here, I’ll just take Kusuo to them so they can head home together, but thanks for the offer. I’ll be back in a moment.” Y/N interrupted the group of guys trying to talk to Saiki.

Kusuo could only thank Y/N silently as they walked to meet his parents.

“Hey mom, hey dad. Kusuo needs to go home. He’s not feeling to well.” Y/N told Saiki’s parents. They’ve been a family friend for a long time so they called his parents mom and dad as well.

“Oh okay, we can take him home. How about you come with us, I’m sure Ku would like to company.” Kurumi replied.

Y/N looked to Saiki, he only shrugged in response. “I’m sure in Kusuo-ese that means, yes I’d love for you to come, so I’ll just take our head bands back to the class and we can head out.” Y/N said before patting Saiki on the back and taking both their headbands back.

“Hey, turns out I’m also headed out. Sorry I also have to leave. The Saiki’s are my neighbors so they are gonna sign me out so I can help take care of Kusuo.” Y/N told Hairo and handed him the headbands.

“Of course. No worries at all. We’ll just have to work extra hard and we’ll win this. For Saiki!” “YAAA”

Y/N then ran back to the Saiki’s and went home with them.

When they got home Y/N helped Saiki get to his room upstairs. “You go change out of your gym uniform and I’ll be back with my famous healing soup in about thirty minutes, alright?” Saiki nodded in response as Y/N closed his door.

Kurumi and Y/N made the soup together and got to talking.

“Honestly Y/N, thank you for taking care of little Ku. I know he doesn’t show it often but I know he really appreciates it.” Kurumi told Y/N.

“It’s no problem really. I need to pay back all the times he helped me out when we were little anyway. He’s been there for me ever since we were born, it’s only fair that I can be there for him when I can.” Y/N replied sentimentally.

“Aww,” Kurumi cooed as she hugged Y/N. “Well the soup’s almost ready, how about you go change while it finishes.” Kurumi said as she whipped her tears.

Y/N went over to their house to change, then quickly came back to serve Kusuo the soup.

“Knock knock. Still awake in there? Hey, how are you doing?” Y/N said gently while opening Kusuo’s door.

“Not the best but a little better,” Saiki replied.

“Well, finish this then take a nap. That should help you feel better.” Y/N said while putting the soup on Saiki’s table.

“Why are you still acting like my mom?” Kusuo asked laughing lightly.

“Someone you actually listen to has to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. And besides you don’t hate it do you?” Y/N teased.

“Whatever you say.” Saiki said, smiling very lightly.

“Okay well, finish that then get to bed. I’m going to go pack you some of the soup for your lunch tomorrow,” Y/N said while getting up.

“I’ll see you when you wake up ya?”

“Ya,” Saiki replied warmly, a little sleepy even. Y/N then closed the door to Saiki’s room.

The the next day when Saiki and Y/N came back to class, Saiki’s closer friends had buzz cuts.

“So uh, how did this happen?” Y/N asked Hairo. “Well it all started when….” “Woah! What kinda soup is that? It’s smells good. Did your mom make it? What’s in it? Tell me about it!” Nendo bombarded Saiki with questions about his lunch.

“Non of your business.” Saiki said while starting to eat his soup.

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“Alright everyone, today we are having a safety drill.” Hairo announced to the class.

“I don’t need a drill, I’ll be fine.”

“Nendo. You need to take this seriously, imagine this rooms on fire, way hot flames are everywhere, the smoke makes impossible to see let alone breathe. So what then? You got an escape plan? How will you know what decision to make if you don’t participate in this drill?! Preparation is the key to survival!”

‘He’s as hot and smothering as a fire,’ ‘Ya, I see that now.’ Y/N and Saiki thought towards each other.

“So when the alarm goes off, follow my lead and evacuate to the court yard.” “Okay.”

“Here’s an easy way to remember the correct procedure in an emergency.” Hairo said while weighting S O S on the board.

“What’s sos? I know what that stands for! Save Our Selves. SOS!”

“Ya that’s the plans but that’s not-”

“If it’s not that how about Someone! Over here! Save me!”

“Hehe, each one of your guess is dumber than the last one.”

“Alright do you know what it means smart guy?!”

“Of course I do. Obviously it stands for Scorching Oblivion Smackdown…. Hehe, I’m joking. It stands for Slow, Orderly, and Silent right,”

“Yup you got it. Now everyone just remember those simple rules and we’ll ace this drill!”

“The first floor science lab is on fire. Please evacuate.”

“That alarm sound always makes me so nervous,”

“I’m with Teruhashi, it’s so jarring. I know fires most likely won’t ever happen but still, the thought is kinda scary,” Y/N thought aloud.

“Stay calm everyone Open your bag and get your Safety hood, stand in like after that in order of student number.”

“Where’s my hood.” “Oh crap I think I left it at home.”

“Seriously?! If this was an actual fire Obviously you’d be Smoldering ashes!”

“Oh I can’t seem to find my safety hood.” Said Teruhashi.

“Oh come on not you too!”

“Use my hood!” “No use mine!” “Use mine!”

“But if I take all of yours then you’ll die!”

“She’s right! This is not a safe plan!”

“Sacrifice” “Ourselves to” “Save her”

“Oh okay,” Hairo said awkwardly.

“Okay, let’s move out.”

“Hold on, I forgot my phone.”

“Stop Takahashi. Out of line is to dangerous. Stay in place!”

‘What’s with the SOS obsession?’

“Stop it guys, Obviously it’s not the time to Stupid fights.”

“Okay gang we’re almost down- AAAAAA! Stop everyone! Our path leading out! Shuddered before us!”

“Seriously?” “Oh come on!” “Screw it we’d be dead.”

“Hey, isn’t this the first floor science lab that we are supposed to avoid cause it’s “on fire”” Y/N air quoted.

“They are testing to see how well payed attention, clearly our class leader didn’t pay attention to the announcement.”

“Stay calm. Obviously there’s a Solution to get outside. Yes that’s it! I understand why they locked us in. They’re testing our physical strength, ya that’s the only explanation! We don’t have to send out an SOS if we can overcome obstacles by ourselves! Which means to get out we must break down that shudder!”

“Alright let’s break it down boys!!!” “AAAAAAAA”

‘Is it too late to leave the pack and go to the court yard by ourselves?’

‘In a real fire they’d be the first to die.”

“So you wrenched open a metal shudder and ran out the front door? I see. WHY WOULD YOU ANIMALS BREAK OUR BEE SHUDDER, WE LITERALLY INSTALED IT LAST WEEK LOSERS! So what are you gonna do? Obviously you’re idiots, Shudders are expensive to fix!!”

“WE’RE SORRY!”

“This school doesn’t even need to bother with emergency drills, after all… So long as I’m here Ordeals like fires Simply won’t happen.”

“As punishment you’re all getting buzz cuts.”

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Next episode

[louloulemons-posts]

Clothes Thief

Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary : Three times Y/N stole Eddies clothes and the first time he gifted them.

Word Count : 1.1k

Warnings : 16+, Not Proofread, swears, talks of sex, pet names (Eddie calls reader Babydoll), fluffy, drabbles in a fic.

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1.

You were stuck, you were going on a date with Eddie, but you couldn’t figure out how to top off your outfit. You let out a groan and dropped back on your bed, leaning over, you’d call Nancy.

Picking up your phone and putting her number in, you listened to the repetitive ring. “Hello?” A voice came.

“Hi Mrs Wheeler, it’s Y/N, is Nancy there?” You asked.

“Oh hi honey, I’ll just get her for you.” You heard a faint shout of your friends name, and ‘coming.’ Soon enough you heard your friends voice, “Hey Y/N, what’s up?”

“Okay so I have a date with Eddie, and I don’t know how to finish my outfit, help me,” you whined down the phone. “What are you wearing?”

“Those cute pants I brought at the mall the other day.”

“The black ones?”

“Mhm, and then that shirt Robin got me for my birthday.”

“Cute! Okay so do you have a leather jacket?”

“No, I do- Hang on, maybe I do,” you said, laying the phone down and running to your closet. There hung Eddies leather jacket, he’d forgotten it last time he came over.

Pulling it out, you slid it on, looking in the mirror. It looked perfect. You grabbed the phone again, “Nancy you’re a genius!” You said happily, hearing Eddie beep his horn outside.

“Okay I have to go, thank you for the help!”

“It’s okay, have fun. Tell me everything tomorrow.”

“Will do.”

Running down the stairs and out of the house, you climbed into the van. “Hey Babydoll, you ready to- is that my jacket?” He Eddie asked.

You looked down at your outfit, “Yeah, you don’t mind do you?” You asked him.

“Not at all, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, so let’s go?”

He held your hand in his, kissing the back of it. “Let’s go.”

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2.

Sat in the cafeteria next to Eddie you fiddled with his hand over the table. Playing with the skull ring on his finger, you listen to him chatting with his friends.

Pulling it up to his knuckle, you span it round on his finger. He kissed your head lightly, carrying on his discussion. You pulled the ring off his finger.

Sliding it onto your own, you could slide it off easily. His hands were much larger than you own, putting it on your thumb, you smiled.

“Y/N we gotta go,” Nancy shouted to you over the room. You pushed yourself up off the chair and kissed Eddies cheek. “I’ll see you later okay.”

“Sure Babydoll, I’ll see you then.” You headed over to your friend and left the room. Eddie looked down, hand feeling strange.

Seeing his skull ring missing, he smiled, knowing exactly where it was. You thumb was warm with the metal pressed against it as you walked along the hall.

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3.

Breathing heavily, bodies bare and sweaty. Eddie leaned down and kissed your mouth, dropping next to you. “You okay?” He asked, pulling your body into his. “Hm, always am.”

“You did so good,” he said.

“So did you,” you said, voice hoarse, from the activities you’d just finished. He smiled, kissing you again.

You sighed into his mouth, letting him kiss you, grinning as he did. “I’m so glad Wayne’s not here,” you said.

“Me too, would’ve scarred him. So noisy Babydoll,” he mumbled as he kissed your neck.

“Your fault,” you whined.

“Oh I know, I know. Big bad Eddie.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Hmm, sure. Fucked you dumb didn’t I?” He asked, playing with your damp hair.

You whined again, hiding your face in his neck. Pushing him up slightly. “Where you going pretty one?” He asked you.

“Need to wash up, feel all sticky.”

He rolled off of you, laying on his back. Sitting up you stretched out, cracking your back. Picking up Eddies shirt off the floor, you threw it on.

“Suits you,” he smirked, as you got up on shaky legs. Nearly slipping as you took a step, Eddie grabbed hold of you. “Hang on babydoll, Eddies got you,” he said.

Taking you in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom, you smiled, cradled to his chest.

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4.

You’d be together for a year today. A whole year of you and Eddie. You were so happy, he made you feel so loved. You adored him and he you.

Your families got along, you were in the same friend group most of the time. You made each other laugh. You’d only have one fight in a whole year, you know couples who were on and off, screaming all the time.

You were glad you and Eddie were friends before and you started dating. He’d always been kind and gentle with you, which you appreciated.

You walked into the trailer, shouting, ‘Hello?’ As you went. “Hey babydoll,” Eddie said, walking from his room. “Happy Anniversary,” you said, wrapping you arms around his neck and pecking his lips.

“Happy Anniversary to you my love.” He walked away from you slightly, handing you a bunch of flowers. Iris’, bluebells and hyacinths.

“Oh Eds they’re beautiful,” you said, taking them in your hands. “Do you have something I can put them in?” You asked him. He pulled out a larger jug and filled it with water, placing the bouquet in you smiled.

“Thank you, and these are for you.” You handed him a card and a few gifts. “You shouldn’t have,” he said.

“Well I can take them back if you want,” you said, trying to take them from him.

He held them above his head, kissing your cheek. “Thank you Babydoll.” Sat on the sofa of his home, he opened his card. Full of sweet and sappy words, he kissed you sweetly.

“Thank you, I love you too.” You’d got him a bat ring, new guitar strings, a Metallica record and some tickets for a gig of new and upcoming bands. There was more to it than that obviously, Corroded Coffin were playing.

He span you round, kissing you all over. “I love you I love you I love you, thank you Babydoll. Okay let me get yours.”

He walked back to his room, coming back with … awfully wrapped gifts. You loved him, but gosh the amount of tape used. Opening it, he’d got you some new paints, a new book you’d been rambling on about and then a necklace.

It wasn’t just any necklace. It was his. His guitar pick. “Eds,” you breathed, “oh baby.” You eyes began to water. “So you’ve always got a part of me with you.”

“Put it on me?”

“Sure, turn around.” He turned you by your shoulders, clasping the necklace, kissing your neck.

“Oh Eddie I love it.”

“Me too, and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A part of Eddie forever hung by your heart.

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[twst-drabbles]

Azul and Idia 2

Summary: The winter chills and heavy rains have completely shut off your lights and your heater as a result. You bring out your old board games just to play around with this, and two little pets decided to join.

(Have I ever told any of you that I have a tiny board game collection? I do. Anyways, take a guess as to what board game I am referring to in this drabble. Should be easy to guess.)

There are many things about this house that you really loved. You loved it’s rather remote location, love that it’s not so remote that you needed a vehicle to drive to the store. You loved that there’s plenty of plants to give you fresh air. And mostly, you loved that this house was made to be used by anyone. You didn’t have to worry about being locked out of your basic needs just because you couldn’t use magic to activate them.

What you don’t love is the fact that this is an old house. Because it lacked modern sensibilities, it is prone to fail more often than you’d like.

And right now, you are in the middle of such a failing. Wind and rain have been pelting your roof, pipes and wires like no tomorrow and eventually, your house just gave up. The lights flickered one day and went out like that. Along with your heater.

You already called in advance, but because of the weather, you’d have to sit tight for the next few days until conditions are good.

So, here you are, bundled up in your winter hiking clothing just because it was the closest thing on hand, with you two little pets.

Azul, the little guppy, was no stranger to the cold. His kind are used to being in frigid waters, so he didn’t have to wear anything. Well, rather he didn’t want to wear anything. Hates clothing since it always sticks to him in all the wrong ways. His skin is always wet, so you can understand.

“Nope,” you pushed the little old lady figure back a section on the hallway tile, “can’t move a fifth time, Azul. You already used your two actions.”

Azul went stiff and curled into himself, flushing an array of colors at this small error. You patted his tentacle writhing self on the head. No worries, no worries. He grabbed onto your hand like it was his moral support as he corrected his movement and set his figure–less than half his size but still looking pretty big–at the end of the hallway.

You heard a tiny snicker to your left and blew a strong gust of air towards Idia. His flame aura flickered and twirled back like a wayward leaf, though leafs don’t really yell in distress. He caught himself in time on the battery lamp you had set on a nightstand.

Idia was also bare, though he’s taken to wearing a little embroidered handkerchief like it’s a cape. It’s leftover merchandise you got because you saw Idia really focused on this dark fantasy anime the tv has been playing. Little dork. Mean little dork.

“Don’t laugh at him, Idia,” you said as he hovered back to the main table, low to the ground like was dragging himself, “Anyways, your turn. What do you want to do?”

Idia floated over and tapped a question mark token laid on the entrance tile. He hummed, though it almost sounded like a sad huff.

“Alright,” you woke up your tablet–connected to a power bank–and tapped on the matching question mark, “you want to investigate the painting?”

Idia nodded.

“Then show your character card to me please. It’s a skill check one.”

A slow game for a slow day. Honestly, you’re surprised that these two are staying as still as they are. They both have this nervous chihuahua energy about them, and when they’re together, they tend to amplify those levels. Well, they become less nervous, but they start having too much fun and get jittery like they drank concentrated coffee.

Well, at least you found something that’ll keep them calm until they’re tired.

[cakerybakery]

“The bones under your feet are the kin I have killed.” Adam grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him high. “They are your sisters and brothers, whom I’ve ushered into death myself, child of mine. Speak not of your mother that way again. Honour her or I shall cast you upon the stones myself.”

He dropped his grown son down to his feet and watched the man scramble back. Uttering apologies as he ran from the cave Adam had dragged him to.

“A bit harsh.” The shadows spoke.

“Judge me when you have children, Lucifer.” He leaned back against the wall of the cave and blackened hands reached out. Draping themselves across his shoulders and crossing against his chest.

“Hmm. A tall order considering my wife.”

Adam snorted. “Perhaps I should let you taste mine. Take my form and fuck my wife, trickster. Have her bear you a son or daughter. Or perhaps you should take the form of her and I will lay with you. Have you carry our bastard whelp into hell.”

“Don’t tease me with a good time, Adam.” Lucifer purred into his ear.

He reached up and ran his fingers along Lucifer jaw. “Which would you prefer? Plunging your cock deep into my wife’s cunt? Filling her with cum and making her squeal? Or having me betwixt those milk white thighs of yours? Shall I play with your clit until you leak, until you gush? Until you’re as wet as the Earth after the rains? Then plunder your cave and leave it bursting with treasure? I wouldn’t mind tilling the soil and labouring under the sun if I knew you were in that pit of evil labouring to birth our child. Perhaps you would even come back for more.”

Lucifer’s long tongue ran over the rim of Adam’s ear. A long snake tail wrapped around his legs and two hard cocks pressed against his backside as one of Lucifer’s tar black hands started to work him open.

“Why not both and more? I’ll fuck you, then I’ll fuck your wife, you can raise the bastard I pump into your wife’s less than virginal holes, being sure to use all of them, and finally I’ll let you have me. My cum will drip from your ass as you get to use that monster of a prick on me.”

Adam moaned as the first cock pushed into him easily. The second came between his legs and he gripped his prick along with Lucifer’s, stroking them together.

“You think Eve would look at you the same if she knew how well used you were?” Lucifer asked between kisses along Adam’s neck. “Come on now, answer, daddy.”

“No. She’d be pissed to know how often you fucked me.” He panted out. Eve knew somewhat of his activities. It would hard not to notice the marks Lucifer left on his skin. But she didn’t know the extent of his dalliances.

Didn’t know his daily prayers in this sacred cave, when he was to be on his knees worshiping a god that never spoke to him, he was worshiping the cock of a demon that did.

Half the things Lucifer said were lies. But they were pretty lies and Adam didn’t mind them. They were better than the falsehoods heaven told him. Lucifer at least didn’t have the gall to believe his own lies.

Lucifer pulled out, maneuvering Adam to his hands and knees before working both his pricks into Adam.

He always thought it too bad that he couldn’t work one of Lucifer cocks with his mouth as the other fucked his ass.

“Don’t cum yet.” Lucifer groaned. “I got plans.”

Adam held himself back, even as Lucifer fucked him faster and deeper, even as Lucifer moaned Adam’s name and came.

Lucifer unwrapped himself from around Adam, falling back and bringing Adam with him. Settling the man between his thighs.

Kisses covered the side of Adam’s face and Lucifer nuzzled his head against Adam’s.

“Do it, Adam.” Lucifer’s voice was earnest. More truthful than Adam had ever heard it before. “Put a baby in me.”

“You don’t want that.” Lucifer had to be lying.

“Heaven is close to finding out how I keep getting up here. Before long and I won’t be able to come back at all.” Lucifer rested his head on Adam’s. “It’s too dangerous to have a baby right now. Hell is… still in flux. I need to wrangle the other sins. But I can retain your cum indefinitely. Have a baby when things settle down. Have part of you with me forever.”

“Okay.” He didn’t know why he agreed. It was madness. For all their talk, Adam didn’t think Lucifer could do it. Or would do it.

He turned his body and watch his trickster lover change his body.

“What do you think, darling? Should I keep my hair short or long? The breasts big enough for you?”

Lucifer was much the same. The breasts could hardly be called such, but he was softer. The most important part was already wet when Adam touched him.

He wasted no time burying himself in Lucifer. The cunt was tighter than Eve’s, Lucifer was a jealous bitch that way.

His dainty legs wrapped around Adam’s hip, driving him deeper. Lucifer fingers clung to Adam’s shoulders. He fucked fast, wanting to spill his seed before he lost his nerve.

Lucifer’s breath was panting. He twisted and moaned, arching into Adam until his breath hitched and what looked like a scream caught in Lucifer’s throat.

Shaking, Lucifer let out a small laugh. “Should have done this ages ago.”

Adam let himself spill into Lucifer. Let himself rest in the crook of Lucifer’s neck to keep from spilling onto the ground.

“Charlotte.” He huffed.

“Hmm?” Lucifer questioned, petting his hair.

“For a girl. Name her Charlotte. And Charlie for a boy.”

“Okay.” Lucifer turned their heads so they could kiss. “I have to go my love. I can feel heaven. They’re close to the portal. Try not to forget me.”

He sunk into the ground and Adam promised.

Adam lay there for a time, missing his lover, until at last he couldn’t smell the wafting brimstone anymore.

Fixing his clothing, Adam stepped out of the cave and ran into a smiling Sera.

“Adam. We have some news.” She placed a hand upon his head. “Lucifer won’t be able to come to Earth anymore.”

He frowned at the idea that Lucifer had ever been able to come to Earth. “I suppose that’s good.” He was supposed to be imprisoned in hell. It was lucky Lucifer had never come to visit him or his family. It sounded like trouble and he had enough on his plate.

Fields to till, Eve was pregnant again, his back was sore from napping in his cave, his thighs were oddly sticky. He must have had a good dream. Too bad he couldn’t remember it.

Thousands of years passed and Adam was staring up at red sky and a concerned devil.

Adam swallowed the now red blood in his mouth. “So we had a daughter?” He asked, the memories Sera once sealed away released.

Lucifer red and yellow eyes teared up. “We did.”

[emlovslennon]

Ok so for your Paul stuff… y/n has been dating Paul since the cavern club days, now it’s set during get back, and Paul has gotten a lot more dominant….

Good LORD i have been lacking smh. But woohoo ft Paul McCartney for the first time on my account ‼️

Era: 1969

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it’s been 8 years since you and Paul have gotten together, you guys met early 1961, back when The Beatles were still performing at the infamous Cavern Club. You showed up to every show and ultimately got the attention of the handsome bassist, after that night, you and him have been pretty much inseparable. At the beginning of your relationship, Paul was very shy, and would let you take the reigns when it came to bedroom activities. But, something changed, to say the least. As the Beatles grew bigger and more popular, the more confident Paul grew. And it wasn’t just an egocentric kinda thing, he started to really push himself when it came to sex as well. Especially now, with how stressed he is with the band seemingly falling apart, even though he doesn’t want to admit it, and obviously you don’t either. And the numerous moments in between when John hit on you when drunk and apologizing in the morning after Paul’s scolding.

“I just don’t understand it, y/n.” Paul sighed, looking at the copious amounts of song writing material on the table. You looked at him, with nothing but sympathy, you know that Paul is truly trying his best and how passionate he is about the band, it truly is exceptional.

“Paul, I promise, everything will be fine.” You say softly, bringing your hands to his shoulders and slowly massage them. You felt him groan as his head laid against your chest. This went on for a minute or so until he turned around and gave you a soft kiss, Paul was always such a passionate lover, he usually was never too rough, even though he sure tried.

“Y/n, I want to try something, I heard it helps with stress, at least, something to do with what John was rambling about earlier, but, I wanted to ask you if you want me to be… rougher, in bed.” You blushed as he explained, you’ve never done that before, but as much stress he’s been dealing with lately, you couldn’t help but not give in to what he wants.

“Of course, we can try. That’s fine with me.” You said, you smiled as Paul’s eyes grew wide and giggled, he honestly didn’t think you’d agree to it. Paul picked up bridal style and took you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed. You pulled yourself up by your elbows to see the look Paul’s eyes change, they looked darker than usual, and filled with lust. Your breath hitched as he slowly unbuttoned his vest and the white button up he had underneath. Today was a very stressful day for him, whether it be him and George bickering or John completing spacing out or having pda with Yoko.

“Strip for me, love.” He demanded. His voice deeper than usual. You immediately got on your knees on the bed and unbuttoned your blue cardigan along with your white top, along with your black, lacy bra you had been wearing. Paul seemed to be impatient as he grabbed your knees and pulled from under them so you fell on your back, as he nearly ripped off your black skirt and panties. This was definitely not the norm for him. He spent no time slipping a finger into you without warning, causing you to arch your back and moan loudly. He immediately shoved a second one in, causing you to gasp, he’s usually very slow in mid movements, but this definitely is different, he’s wasting no time. His fingers always manage to hit your sweet spot as his fingers curled. Causing your legs to shake as you continued to moan.

“Never noticed how needy you are, love. I think I’m gonna need some convincing if you want me to do more than this.” He said, kissing your forehead, although his fingers felt ethereal, you did wish he was actually inside you, especially at such a fast and deep pace he was going.

“P-Paul, please, I need you.” You moaned out shakily, a huge grin painted his face, as he slowly unbuttoned his pants in a excruciatingly slow pace, which made your thighs clench.

“Paul, come on, please I need-“ you stopped dead in your tracks as Paul shoved his entire length into you at one go, causing you to yelp out. Paul gave you no time to adjust, which he usually does, and just immediately started a hard pace.

“Come on, you asked for this, what you get for rushing me.” Paul grunted, you cried out as he hit all the right spots, you have no idea where this type of Paul has been all your life, well, the last 8 years, but you weren’t complaining. You have never felt yourself so close to the edge before, it never came this fast. You could feel the warm feeling in your stomach growing, you felt as if you were a ticking time bomb.

“P-Paul-“ you gasped

“Already? I don’t know, should I let you cum?” He says, in a very breathy tone as he lets out groan after groan. He never made you beg before.

“P-please Paul! Please let me cum, please!” You cried out, Paul spent no time rubbing your clit before you felt the feeling in your stomach snap and you let go all over him. Paul didn’t stop, though. You felt yourself started to get overstimulated, tears started to brim your eyes and the shakiness you were feeling wouldn’t subside.

“I know, I know, I’m almost there, love.” He moaned, after about three more thrusts, he came inside you with a loud groan. Which is probably the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. His long, dark brown hair disheveled, and his face was flushed. He looked so darkly beautiful. He laid next to you and kissed your face all over, no matter how rough he was, he will always be the same boy you fell in love with in Liverpool.

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THIS WAS KINDA BAD BUT WE NEEDED PAUL CONTENT IT NEEDED TO HAPPEN

[adminbryantsaki]

Fall

Week Three Fall

Luna! Naga! Hizashi Yamada x Luna! Human! Reader

(I do not own Hizashi Yamada. He and all the characters in My Hero Academia or the Vigilantes spin-off belong to Horikoshi Kohei and Hideyuki Furuhashi. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move along. Reader discretion is advised)

TW: BRUMATION PREPPING, Oviposition, Monster fucking, Teratophila, Sex scene, Omegaverse shenanigans, mentions and talks of reader’s weight gain to carry naga eggs, brumation incubator, breeding, cock warming too.

WC: 4,425

A cold breeze blows past you while you’re carrying another load of nesting materials into the cave from your car and into your husband’s cave. You were helping him prepare for brumation like you have for the five years that you’ve known him. This year was going to be a bit different; you were going to hold his clutch for him while he was in brumation, Brumation is a phase where any reptilian hybrid, including nagas go into a state of heavy sleep where their activity is reduced, their body temperature is reduced and they eat less. Because of their reduction in body temperature, Nagas with a dynamic that allows them to get pregnant will produce a clutch of eggs and fall into a gravid state before their brumation. It has been suggested that if a Naga has a mate, they transfer the clutch to their mate to keep the eggs warm for the winter months so they don’t spoil and potentially infect the Naga. If their mate holds the clutch during the winter, there is a potential for the Naga when they wake up in the spring, entering a full-blown rut, to fertilize the eggs in their mate and get them pregnant. 

When you first heard about this process, you weren’t quite ready to be a mother. After spending a few years with Hizashi, however, you realized how important it was for him to transfer his clutch into a living carrier instead of the artificial incubators provided for reptilian hybrids when they don’t have a mate. You decided back in the middle of summer that you’d want to carry his clutch and become a mother. What you didn’t know was the process that a carrier needed to go through to prepare their bodies to hold a Naga’s clutch for the winter months. You needed to put anywhere between ten to fifteen pounds of weight on before you were ready to take Hizashi’s clutch, hopefully before he had to go into brumation. You set the blankets by the nest where you saw the end of Hizashi’s tail over the wall of the nest as he was pushing the walls out more to accommodate space for the two of you. he heard the soft thud of the blankets outside his nest and he turned to see you panting slightly as you were watching him construct the nest.

“Thank you for getting those, princess. I made some food for you.” He spoke and slithered out of his nest. You watched as the strong muscles of his tail helped push his body out of the nest and over to you. Your eyes wandered up to the small curve in his stomach, showing that he was getting gravid already and you were behind on your gaining. You held his hand as he led you into the kitchen and showed you the countertop laden with food. There were all kinds of filling and fattening foods on the counter, such as various kinds of pasta and sauces to cover them with along with garlic bread. There were chicken tenders covered in various sauces too and a couple different pizzas on the counter. Your eyes widened when there were pans of mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and dressing as if it were Thanksgiving. You were happy to see a large bowl of salad thrown into the array of food.

“I need to make sure my mate is well-fed and plump enough to carry my clutch through the winter months. Sit down and eat up.” He spoke and led you to a chair that he pulled out and pushed in for you to sit down in to eat.

“Do I have to eat all of this?” You asked. “No, not all at once. I don’t want you to get sick.” He chuckled and you relaxed. You then began to fill your plate with food and eat. You felt Hizashi wrap his tail around your leg as he leaned in. “Don’t get too full, we still have the fall festival in a couple of days. There’s a contest that the hybrids take part in. You remember it, don’t you?” Hizashi asked as he watched you eat.  You nodded as you remembered all the fall festivals you attended with Hizashi and remembered seeing the contest that the hybrids would take part in each year to see who could fatten up their mate the most before brumation set in.

“Are we going to take part this year? Don’t you still run the radio station for the festival?” You asked while you ate your food. “Yes, I’m still running the station this year. But we will have time to participate in the contest. For now, keep your strength up, and eat at least two plates of food.” He spoke and kissed your cheek. He stayed for a bit longer to watch you eat before Hizashi let go of your leg and slithered back to the nest to keep working on it. You finished the first plate of food, rested for a moment or two since you were full, and got up out of your chair to check in on your mate. He was busy making the nest when he looked up to you and frowned. “Did you eat what I asked you to?” He asked. You shook your head now.

“Were you full?” He asked. You nodded in response. “I wanted to help you work on the nest until I was hungry again.” You told him and he allowed you to work on the nest only until you were hungry again, notifying him by your stomach growling, and he sent you back to the kitchen. You left the coziness of the nest and padded back to your chair to eat your second plate of food. You heard Hizashi slither up behind you and put his arms on the back of the chair when you were about halfway done with your second plate of food. He slid his hands down the sides and rested them on your stomach. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, trailing his teeth down your neck to bite gently on your shoulder with his fangs. He rubbed the sides of your stomach soothingly and urged you to finish your food with his help. He coiled around you and pulled your plate closer and began to feed you the rest of the food on your plate slowly, making sure that you finished what you ate.

“Hizashi, I’m too full. If I eat any more, I’ll pop.” You told him and he rubbed your stomach. As he massaged your stomach, pressing lightly on your taut skin, kissing you gently as he did. “I think you still have a little bit of room, sweetheart. There’s still some give to your stomach and I want it tight as a drum before I transfer my clutch to you.” He told you which made your face flush bright red. He then picked up a piece of food from your plate and fed it to you, repeating this process until your plate was empty and you were so stuffed and your stomach felt so heavy, like a dense pumpkin had grown in your stomach and made your stomach swell out big and round. You panted and rubbed your stomach, looking up to Hizashi as he rubbed your stomach too, praising you for how well you ate everything that he told you to eat.

“Good girl. Let’s get you to the nest so you can rest.” He spoke and helped you stand up from the chair with a bit of difficulty because of your weight. He walked with you at your own pace to the nest that he had almost finished and let you lay down in the section of the nest that he designated for you to rest in. Hizashi guided you to lay in the nest and made sure you were comfortable before he coiled around you, holding you close, and idly rubbing circles into your swollen stomach. “I can’t wait to see how big you’re going to get with my eggs.” He told you and kissed your neck. You relaxed as you felt his coils adjust to caress your every curve and support your weight as you melted into his touch. “If you’re good, I might sneak a couple eggs into you while we’re on air. I know you like sitting in my lap when we’re in the booth, it helps me stay warm.” He told you as he pulled you a bit closer. You felt your face flush bright red, thinking back to the past years when you were in the radio booth with Hizashi, sitting in his lap, keeping his cock warm as you did so. You felt your body get warm and sleepy as you nuzzled into Hizashi’s arm. He took this as a sign to cover you up with a blanket and hold you close until you fell asleep. ~~~~~ A couple of days later, you’re changing into what you thought would hopefully be a pair of loose leggings that would fit over your growing thighs and stomach. They were a bit snug on your body but they would work for the festival and all the food you knew that Hizashi would get for you to eat and participate in the feeding contest that the Hybrids did with their mates. You looked over to your mate to see him bundling up with several wrap-style garments that covered his torso and upper tail  and hugged you from behind. “You look beautiful, Y/n. Are you almost ready?” He asked as he ran his hands up your sides and placed a kiss on your neck.

“I’m almost ready. I just need to get my bag ready and my shoes on.” You told him and pulled out of his grip to place a couple more items into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder and going to the front of the den and pulling your hiking boots on. Hizashi joined you and pulled on a knitted tube that you made and went over the lower part of his tail to keep him warm and dry as he slithered outside and when the cave was particularly cold. He helped you to your feet and out the door with you. Once he had the den locked up, Hizashi offered his arm to you, letting you take his arm and the two of you walked through the forest, enjoying how the colors of the leaves were changing and the gentle crunch of the fallen leaves underfoot as the two of you made your way into the small town where the festival would be taking place.

He went down to holding your hand when you entered the festival, leading you over to some food stalls to get you started on eating when you got to the radio booth and began to set up the equipment for that day’s show. Hizashi made sure you were settled into your seat with your variety of food before he went about making sure all the equipment was up and working before the contest began and he would need to begin the radio show that afternoon. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he sat down to look over at you. He had finished uncovering the radio equipment and getting them turned on to warm up and get running smoothly.

“I am feeling full. But I’ll make sure to eat all of this before the contest.” You told him as you finished off the yakisoba he bought for you. You set the empty container down and rubbed your stuffed stomach. Hizashi’s green eyes darted from your face down to your belly as he resisted the urge to take you right there. He shifted in his seat when there was a knock on the wooden panel that covered the window that looked in on the radio hosts. Hizashi unlocked the panel and looked out to see his best friend looking at him, A man with dark hair, a tired expression and short fangs hidden in his mouth.

“Are you and Y/n coming to the contest? It’s going to start soon.” He asked as his dark eyes darted between the two of you. “We’re coming. Just wrapping up a couple things in here then we will be in the square momentarily. You should catch up with your mate. They seem to be getting ahead of you.” Hizashi spoke and gestured to his mate who was down the road, fixated on a food booth as they were prepping large amounts of food for the contest. Shouta left the radio booth to catch up with his mate and Hizashi closed the window. He then turned to you and helped you get out of your chair and guide you to one of the many chairs in the square where many other hybrids were getting their carriers settled to begin the contest. Hizashi guided you to a wider chair that looked soft and comfortable and helped you get settled.

“There you go. You wait here while I talk with the others about what the rules are, okay?” He told you. You agreed and watched him slither off with the other Alphas and Lunas to find the referee and get the rules for the contest. You looked around at the other carriers and felt a little intimidated by how some of them were so massive when you were so small. You rubbed the curve of your chubby belly and sighed, not aware that a larger Omega was walking over to you. You looked up at the Omega when they were closer, making you feel even more intimidated by their size. “Is this your first year?” They asked kindly.

“Yes, it is. I don’t feel like I’ll get big enough this year for my Luna’s clutch.” You told them as you rested your hand on your stomach.

“Don’t worry, if your Luna cares for you right and doesn’t put pressure on you to gain more weight than you can handle, you’ll be fine. I remember my first year. I was in the same boat that you are. I’ve been doing this for a few years now. You’ll eventually get to the size I am or bigger. Just keep it up, okay kid?” The omega spoke and patted your shoulder. “Thank you. I wish you the best of luck.” You told them and they walked back to their seat.

Hizashi slithered over with two plates of food. He handed you one and looked at the Omega who was settling back down in their chair. “Who was that?” He asked as he was still staring at the Omega

“That was another Omega who gave some encouraging words to me about my size.” You told him and he smiled. “That’s nice of them. We have two options. We can stay here and do a shorter term feeding or we can have food sent to the booth over the course of the day.” Hizashi suggested.

“I like the idea of eating in the booth. Then we can stay warm.” You spoke and ate your food. “Good. Then I’ll have you all to myself.” He spoke and leaned into your ear. “When you’re nice and stuffed, I’ll go to a commercial break and have you warm me up in more ways than one~.” He spoke and rested his hand on your stomach. You felt your face heat up as you ate, thinking of you sitting in his lap and receiving his clutch as he kept the radio show going. You finished your plate of food and Hizashi led you through the food stalls, telling you that you could pick out whatever you wanted to eat as he got the show up and providing ambient music for the festival goers. You picked out a few dishes that you enjoyed and Hizashi helped you carry them back to the radio booth. Once you were settled in your chair, Hizashi went to his chair, wrapping his tail around your ankle and beginning the show.

“Good Morning, Festival goers!” You heard him announce as you ate your food. You enjoyed listening to him run his radio shows. Sometimes during the shows, Hizashi would let you pick the music when he needed a break. As the show went on, you listened to the music Hizashi picked for this gig, working your way through the food you picked out until it was all gone. You were confused when you saw Shouta and his mate drop off a plate of food for you before quickly walking off. You pulled the plate closer and took off the tinfoil cover to find a mounded over pile of yakisoba noodles and you pushed the plate to Hizashi to split the food with him. Hizashi chuckled.

“I think that’s all for you, sweetheart. I asked a couple of my friends to help bring food to you while I’m running the show. Eat up, my love.” He spoke and went back to running the show. You stared down the food and slowly worked at it. As you ate, more of Hizashi’s friends brought you food and wishing you good luck in the season. You felt overwhelmed with all the food and super full after the second or third plate that was given to you. You leaned back and rubbed your stomach. Hizashi had just gone to a longer commercial, closing the window to the booth and drew the blinds, turning the microphone off, and turning to you with his gaze fixated on your taut, rounded stomach. He helped you to your feet, moving you slowly to his seat, and into his lap. You felt embarrassed to be this close to him when you were so full. You tried moving from his lap but his arm kept you still in his lap as he settled back down in his chair.

“Stay still. I’m feeling a bit chilled. Help me warm up?” He asked as he supported your lower back with his hands, having you face him while sitting in his lap. You nodded and settled closer to him until you felt something poke at the underside of your stomach and through his modesty garment. He smirked and untied the fastening of his garment, letting it fall away from him. You felt your face flush bright red as you knew that he was aroused by your weight in his lap. You hid your face in his neck, feeling one of his hands rub your shoulder as the other was wrapping the garment around you to keep you warm and close to him. Knowing that you wouldn’t be freed until he had filled you with his clutch.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He asked as he looked down at you. You huffed and stayed buried in his neck for a while, taking in his scent and trying to notice any changes in his scent to give you a hint if he was in brumation rut or not. You only picked you his orangey scent that had accent smells of cinnamon and apple. You pulled away and looked down at his stomach, seeing that he was fully gravid and ready to transfer his clutch to you. He looked you in the eyes with a look of want and desire, moving to your neck to take in your scent and bite gently at the flesh of your skin. He rubbed the side of your belly, biting down more, and nipping at your neck. You gasped and rolled your hips forward, brushing up against his erection. He hissed in pleasure and bit on your neck.

“Let me fill your womb, baby. Please. They are so heavy and they hurt. I want them out.” He told you as he massaged your stomach that was the size of a decent carving pumpkin. “You’ve gotten so big for me. You did an amazing job and I want to reward you for all your hard work.” He spoke and bit another mark on your neck.

“What is the reward?” You asked. Hizashi grabbed the soft flesh of your hips and rear end, lifting you up so he could pull your pants and underwear off and line his length up with your slicked-over entrance. He helped ease you onto his cock and keep you still in his lap as he had to go back to running music. You did your best to stay still on his lap, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as he ran the show. He kept the window and blinds shut as you were on his lap, keeping his cock warm. You wanted to move your hips so badly, but if you did, you might get punished if you did so.

You buried your face back into his neck as he ran his show. You closed your eyes, focusing on anything else but the urge to move your hips. You heard Hizashi stop talking, click the button of the microphone off and grip your hips.

“Why haven’t you moved? I want you to give me friction. I can handle it.” He spoke and squeezed your hip before leaning back in his chair and watching you move up and down on his cock. He held back his groans of pleasure as you rode him out, watching his clutch shift down, and the first egg slip into his knot. You rose up and watched his knot swell out with the egg. You then eased yourself down on his knot, moaning quietly as you took his knot, hearing a gentle pop as his knot was inserted into your cervix. You rolled your hips gently to adjust to the new girth of his knot, easing down a bit more until his full length was inside of you. He held your hips to keep you still while he gave you thrusts in short, quick bursts; only pausing when he needed to release an egg into you. This process repeated for a while until you held the full clutch of six in your womb and you had cum on his cock multiple times.

The both of you were worn-out and he pressed his forehead to yours. “Thank you for taking them, my darling. I am sorry we didn’t do this at home… I had something planned do make this special for you since this is your first year… I was going to make you dinner, a path of your favorite flower petals up to the nest with candles all around it and the fireplace going… I feel like I got carried away.” He spoke and held you close, leaving gentle kisses on your face, neck, and shoulders as he described the evening that he had planned for you. You pushed some loose strands of hair out of his face and kissed him gently.

“I appreciate that you wanted to make it special for me, Hizashi. But I love the way I accepted your clutch now. I wouldn’t mind if we did all those things when we get back to the cave tonight to unwind.” You told him and he relaxed, taking your hand in his, and kissing the back of it.

“I think I’ll enjoy that, my love. How are you feeling?” He asked as he rubbed your stomach. “I Feel very full and very heavy. I’m sleepy too.” You told him. “Good. I’m almost done with the show. Then we can get home.” He spoke as he untied the strip of cloth that was around your waist and helped you off his cock but still staying in his lap. He held you close as he wrapped up the show, feeling the far-off brumation sleep that was tugging at the far corners of his mind.

He carried you over to your chair to set you down as he went over to the equipment to shut it off before leading you outside into the cold dark of night. You shuddered and leaned into him to keep warm, wrapping your jacket over your stomach since you were holding his clutch now. He guided you through the festival as it was winding down, accepting some leftover food that the vendors offered as they shut down for the night, and putting them into a bag to carry as you and Hizashi went home to the cave. Once in the cave, Hizashi had you sit down at the dining table as he unwrapped some food from the festival vendors and sat across from you as he felt even more tired since you arrived home. “You look even more sleepy. Is it coming sooner than we expected?” You asked as you ate your food and watched your husband’s expression. He ate his food quietly. This wasn’t normal for him as he was usually chatty when you two would eat together. “Finish your meal and we can go into the nest to get you settled.” You said as you ate. Hizashi nodded and ate his food, finishing what he could before rising from his seat and slithering over to the nest. You finished your food quickly and followed him too, knowing that he would want to fall into his first sleep in your arms.

When you arrived at the nest, Hizashi was already settling down in the nest. He saw you and stopped coiling to let you get in so he could coil around you and lay his head in your lap, being careful of your stomach. You let him get situated and ran your fingers through his hair as you felt his breathing slow down and he fell asleep in your arms. You now felt a sense of loneliness now that he was sleeping for the next three months. He would wake up for only a few hours a day to eat and care for you, but he'd be half asleep while doing so. You stroked his hair and watched him lovingly as he rested. All you knew was that it would be a long three months. The End. 

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Angel With Glasses pt. 1

In which Steve unexpectedly falls for the girl with glasses

Warnings: sort of bully!steve, Billy, cursing, mentions of sex, Tommy and Carol, alcohol, you have an older brother, lmk if I missed anything!

Steve Harrington x fem!glasses!reader

There was never a moment in your life you’d thought of Steve Harrington as anything more than a dumb jock.

He’d proven time and time again that he was a guy with an ego who only wanted girls for how they looked instead of the way they were in the inside. Every Interaction you had with him, you ended up with the same thought you had in the beginning:

Egotistical-dirtbag-party boy-jock.

While you weren’t much for the party scene, you had an older brother in Steve’s grade who was on the basketball team as well. So, your dad made him drag you along to every party to ensure that he always had a sober ride home. He knew that you weren’t a party-er like your brother.

So, you sit in the corner watching him make a fool of himself trying to get a girl to go out with him. You’d bring homework to do, looking up every now and then to make sure her brother wasn’t drowning in the bucket of beer in the middle of the kitchen. Then you’d see Steve with his arm around some girl, smirking and no doubt telling her how special she was even though that was probably the third time he’s said it that night.

You’d roll your eyes when he came and talked to you like you were 12 years old. “Yeah, uh, there’s apple juice in the fridge. If you need little break from the adult party, there’s a few TVs upstairs. I’m sure the kid’s network is on this time of night.”

You’d glare at him, the lights reflecting off of your glasses making the look less scary.

To Steve you were nothing but his friend’s nerdy little sister. He thought your glasses were too big for your face and you always had it stuck in a book or a notebook. He wished you wouldn’t give him a dirty look every time he touched a beer or a cigarette. It’s not like he cared what you thought. Nope, Steve Harrington didn’t care what anything thought. He just was tired of you thinking you were better than everyone because you didn’t partake in normal teenage activities.

There was something about your face though. Every time his friends messed with you when your brother wasn’t around, the small quiver of your lips and the furrow of your brows was enough to get them to stop. He ignored the way your chest rose and fell as if you were trying not to calm yourself down, shaking his head as he turned and walked away from your teary eyes.

No, Steve Harrington didn’t care about anyone but himself.

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Steve’s senior year was off to a start. He had made the basketball team again and was ready to get the year over with. He’d submitted college applications but hadn’t heard back from any of them. Oh well. They must take a long time, right? Big decisions always do.

He leaned up against his locker watching Tommy and Carol argue about something stupid. He saw Eddie Munson walk by with Robin Buckley. The two freaks of Hawkins High.

A couple of guys from the team walked by. He saw your brother in the group. As they pushed each other around, he noticed you trailing behind them like you had nowhere else to be with your hands folded in front of you. He took a look at your outfit. A beat of pair of sneakers, jeans and a large sweatshirt that couldn’t have been yours. And of course, your glasses that you had to push up every few minutes or they’d fall off your your face.

The guys had moved away too fast so you were left behind. You looked at Steve and Steve looked at you but then you frowned at him and walked away quickly, bumping into a few people on the way.

“Hey, what’s its problem?” Carol asked, twirling a piece of her red hair around her finger, watching you go.

Tommy smirked, the anger from their argument washing away immediately. “Probably still mad about the party on Friday.”

The girl beside him cackled. “Yeah, I would be too. You guys dumped a whole jug of beer on her head and her precious little books.” She obnoxiously chewed her gum as you were now out of sight. “Dude, she cried like a little fuckin’ baby. It was hilarious.”

Steve sighed. “Yeah, my carpet is still stained by the way. My parents are gonna be pissed when they get back.” He nodded.

“Why would they ever come back when they have you as a son?” Tommy chuckled, hitting his shoulder. Steve didn’t think it was funny. “Oh, hey, come on man. It’s a joke, okay?”

He rolled his eyes and nodded. He saw Nancy and Jonathan walking down the hall, hand in hand and internally groaned. He didn’t like that she dumped him. Steve Harrington didn’t get dumped.

“Anyway, see you in third period?” Carol asked, wrapping her arm around Tommy’s waist.

Steve stuck his hands on his hips as they turned away. “Yeah, see you.”

He shut his locker and thought about what Tommy said. His parents were always gone, that part was true. But when they came back, they didn’t dread having to spend time with him, right? He rolled his eyes, pulling himself out of his head and walked to his first period class.

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You sat in the back of the room during first period. You didn’t like the way that the jocks would be able to sit behind you and try to put stuff in your hair or whisper mean things to their friends that they knew you could hear. So, you asked to be moved to the back.

The only downside of sitting in the back was that you had to sit next to the one and only Steve Harrington.

Most days, he wouldn’t talk which you were thankful for. But he did kick your pencil farther away when you dropped it rather than pick it up and then smirk at you like he won something. He’d always get it back to you eventually though.

Most of the student body had heard about the party on Friday and what happened. Some of them told you that you still smelled like beer but after four showers that night mixed with soap and salty tears, you were sure they were just teasing.

It sucked having an older brother who didn’t stand up for you. He’d ignore you in any public setting and sometimes even lie about being your older brother. You wished you had a brother like Jonathan Byers who stuck up for Will all the time. God, to have a family like him— it just seemed way better than whatever shitty family you were dealt.

At home, it was just you, your brother, and your dad. Your dad was just like your brother in a way. He didn’t want anything to do with you guys but he had to take care of you because your mother died.

You missed her.

She was the only nice person you’d ever lived with. She was sweet and nothing like your brother or father. You missed the way she would play with you after school, braid your hair when you wanted it out of your face, bake for your school’s bake sales— you just missed her.

But she was never coming back. She got sick when you were twelve and died really soon after. That’s when life really fell apart for your family. Your dad stopped caring and your brother became the asshole that he is today.

First period math was always the same. Lesson, practice, quiz, repeat.

The bell rang and to no surprise, Steve walked in five minutes later. He had a different look on his face today. He looked… sad.

He sat down next to you in his usual seat. You listened to the teacher drone on about what you learned last class.

“Hey.”

You heard Steve whisper so quiet that if you weren’t so far away from the front, it would be inaudible. You decided to ignore him because what else could he want other than to tease you about Friday night?

It was the regular Steve Harrington Friday night where his parents were gone and he had a hundred people at his home to break shit, stain shit, and eat all his food.

You walked in behind your brother sporting your regular attire: Baggy jeans and a jumper you’d borrowed from your dad. He suddenly stopped and turned around. “Stay out of my sight, four eyes. And don’t talk to any of my friends, they’re not yours.”

You nodded, not desiring to anyway and made your way to the kitchen, pushing up your glasses. You pretty much knew the layout of Steve’s house and where all the best hiding spots were because of how many parties you’d been dragged to. There was a linen closet through the kitchen and you hid there a multitude of times thinking that night wouldn’t be any different.

So, you sat underneath the higher shelves and turned on the light in there so you could do your homework and read until the party died down.

So, for an hour you sat there with your knees pulled to your chest and your lip between your teeth reading the third Lord Of the Rings book. You had your geometry textbooks in your cross body bag that still hung around your neck.

Suddenly it had gotten quiet.

All the screaming, laughing, talking, and the music was silent. Your looked up from your book with furrowed brows. Your heart rate picked up as you heard sets of footsteps coming closer. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you would disappear right there but you didn’t.

The door swung open and you clutched your book so tight as two pairs of hands reached for you. “No, no, no!” You shouted.

You were dragged out of the closet and through the house, trying to pry yourself out of Tommy and Jarred’s hands. “Get off me!”

They pulled you into the living room where people pointed and laughed. Your glasses had fallen of at this point from all the thrashing and pulling you’d been doing. You were held there for a moment, looking around at all the blurry people. But then, you were let go. If your glasses had been on, you would’ve seen the guy with a big bucket of beer coming straight at you.

In a second, you were drenched from head to toe. The liquid stung your eyes when you tried to open them. You felt it seeping through your thick sweater, dripping off of your hair.

It had gone silent and someone kicked your glasses to your feet. You slowly bent down with shaking hands and picked them up.

You set them on the bridge of your nose and looked around at all go the teenager trying to decide if they wanted to laugh out loud or whisper. It didn’t matter though. Nothing mattered anymore.

Steve saw you, made eye contact with you. Your lips quivering, shoulders shaking and body shivering. His shocked smile faltered. He could see even through your glared glasses that tears were brimming up in your eyes. You dropped your book on the ground and walked out of the house.

You heard the people inside resume laughing and cackling and let the tears flow. You couldn’t wipe them otherwise the beer that soaked your skin and sleeves would get In your eyes even more. So you walked home, not caring about your brother who pointed and laughed with all the others.

You flinched out of your traumatic flashback when Steve tapped your shoulder. You turned to him with a lethal glare. “What do you want?”

He slid something onto your desk and you looked down. Your lips parted at the sight of your destroyed copy of the third Lord of the Rings book. You looked back at him. “Wha—“

“You kinda left it at my house last week.” He shrugged.

You scoffed. “Yeah because you and your friends dumped beer all over me.”

He pressed his hand to his chest. “Hey, I had no idea that was happening.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, and that makes it any better? You could’ve done something to stop it but no, you just laughed along with the others.” You turned away from him and looked down at your mom’s book. “You gotta fit in to win, right?” Your tone was poison and Steve felt it in his veins.

Steve sighed and looked down at his blank homework sheet. A few moments went by and he cleared his throat. “Any chance I could get the homework answers?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

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You hated basketball.

Well, more like you just hated the players. Steve and your brother on the same team? Barf.

But, it was the first practice of the season and you had to wait for your brother to get done so he could drive you home. You would walk but it was too cold and you’d forgotten your coat at your house. You would ask Eddie for a ride but he left as soon as the bell rang and saw his van speeding out of the parking lot.

You sat on the bleachers not paying attention to the squeaks of the players sneakers on the linoleum and tried to salvage the pages of the book Steve so graciously returned to you. It was no use. It was sad because it was a part of your mom’s book collection that she gave to you before she died.

You ignored the whispers from girls who were watching their boyfriends practice. But the one thing you couldn’t ignore was the guy who walked out of the locker room and into the gym. He had curly hair and a smirk on his lips. He was shirtless and literally glistening.

You didn’t pay attention to many guys but this was one you’d never seen before. He looked mean so that means that he would for sure be like the others and completely ignore you. But he walked past a tall skinny blonde and made a beeline for you.

Oh here we go. You thought. My first time getting hit by a man and he looks like a Greek god.

You squeezed your eyes shut and waited to be drenched in something, hit, or spit at but… nothing ever happened.

“Hey, sweetheart,”

Steve watch the two of you for the next five minutes in conversation about whatever. Steve couldn’t believe a guy like Billy was talking to a girl like you. Steve saw a hint of a smile that he hadn’t seen since Freshman year tug at the corner of your lips.

“Harrington, get your head in the game, man!” Jason Carver, a sophomore shouted from across the gym.

He looked away for just a split second to dribble the ball and shoot it. When he looked back, you and Billy were gone.

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Omg hello! This is part one of my Steve series! Do not worry, he won’t be an asshole for much longer!

I hope you enjoyed this and let me know your predictions for the rest of the series! What do you think Billy’s up to?

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Destroyer - Light Show

(Masterlist)

(Content: living weapon whumpee, implied minor character(s) death, sensory overload, magical exhaustion, fainting, hiding injury, dehumanization)

For a moment, sunlight streamed in through the window with a terrible clarity. The ship was pulling into the orbit of the red star’s nearest planet, catching violent rays. Gradually, the planet began to eclipse their view of the star, until the ship was once again immersed in black night. They were drawing closer to their destination. On the earth below, all was silent.

“Get up,” Paris hissed with urgency, shaking Delta awake. Delta’s eyes shot open. He recoiled, pulling himself back into the corner. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, his alarm grew.

“I’m sorry,” he said hurriedly, thinking he had overslept. It was impossible to tell in space. But Paris shook his head, reaching for his arm.

“C’mon. I have a job for you,” Paris tugged him out of the bed. 

“I’m not dressed,” Delta protested. Paris paused a moment, looking him up and down. He wasn’t in fatigues, obviously, but he was decent.

“Just put your shoes on. We don’t have time.” Paris pushed the door open. Delta slipped his sneakers on, jogging after him. Paris caught his wrist, dragging him along to the loading bay. He shoved him into a small craft without ceremony or explanation. A pilot was already inside. She waved at him politely, which Delta returned.

Moments later, they were joined by Simon, Dr.Martino, and an admiral that Delta didn’t recognize. Paris and Dr.Martino were in the middle of an argument.

“Just wait until morning, you don’t need surprise with this. They don’t know what we have. That *is* the surprise,” Dr.Martino complained. 

“Shut up,” Paris held up a hand to him, “I want everyone to see it. The Scythians are pulling out tomorrow morning because they think we’ve got it covered. I want them to be here when we launch. God, they’ll be able to feel it from where they are. Let’s go,” He patted the pilot on the shoulder, slamming the door shut behind him.

“You didn’t even give us time to warmup,” The doctor complained, “Didn’t even have breakfast.”

“Cry me a fucking river,” Paris said, barely audible over the sound of the rotors starting up, “Delta’s the one doing all the work, I don’t hear him complaining.”

Delta was staring blankly ahead, still half-asleep, only perking up when he heard his name mentioned. Simon had slid into the seat next to him, looking only slightly less disheveled. Delta looked to him for help, but didn’t have the gall to speak without permission in front of so many people. Simon held up a finger, signing Wait.

The ship blasted off into the night. Below, there were lights from the military camps, but no signs of active combat. They’d settled down for the night, so it seemed. The bright orange and red against the dark ground made it look not so different from outer space. Delta found it oddly peaceful.

“Further East,” Paris pointed out, “And higher up, we’re still in visible range.”

The pilot nodded, pulling up above the cloud cover. Paris sat back in the chair, like someone who was trying to relax but didn’t know how.

“Hover here.” He said to the pilot. The craft stopped abruptly, jostling all of them. There were only clouds below. 

Paris twisted around to look at Simon and Delta. “We’re directly above the mech site. Most of their land fighters are here and the engineers have an encampment about a mile wide around the complex. I need you to level it.”

Simon nodded, “Any preference for how?”

“Whatever’s the most dramatic,” Paris said.

Simon considered this for a moment, “Permission to unleash?” 

“Granted.”

Simon fidgeted with a small device in his wrist, as did Dr.Martino. Delta flinched as the collar around his neck suddenly deactivated, electrocuting him and everyone else in the ship. 

It was like he was everywhere at once. Delta could felt the contour of the entire planet, the depth and order of each form. It was a kind of euphoria and a kind of sickness. He was vibrating, vision switching from black to white and back again as the blood coursed through him. His skin glowed and a deep blue light emitted from his eyes.

Simon snapped his fingers in front of his face, urging him to recenter. It didn’t matter much. Delta couldn’t see with his eyes then. The sixth sense overloaded him, made him fully dependent on it. He tried to focus back in on Simon’s voice.

“Do you know where the site is? Do you need visuals?” Simon asked.

Delta confirmed the target. It was a couple miles below them. Even without seeing it, Delta was faintly impressed, almost sad to destroy it. It reminded him of a launch site. There was a giant mecha inside of the hanger and two more just lounging outside of it. Their features were ursine and bulky. Around them, much, much smaller forms moved. The soldiers and engineers running around camp. Delta could feel the expanse of it, a little over a mile in diameter.

“Lock on. Await further instructions,” Simon ordered him, all business now. He addressed Paris, “We could go for an energy strike. It’d be the most dramatic, probably the highest risk of complications though.”

“Do it,” Paris said. 

“Permission to launch?”

“Launch,” Paris affirmed.

Simon turned to Delta, whispering the code into his ear. In an instant, the clouds below them were lit up as if in a storm. The bright blue glow held for four, five seconds before fading out. A sharp sound, almost like a church organ, pierced the air. The wind carried the sound off into the night.

Delta signaled Target Destroyed.

The collar clicked back on. The sudden collapse of his senses sent Delta lurching forward, passing out neatly. Simon caught him, leaning him back against the seat. A slow stream of blood trickled out of his nose. Martino reached over, feeling his pulse at the neck.

“I want to see it,” Paris said.

The ship pushed off into motion again, slowly dipping beneath the clouds. 

“That might be an issue, Your Highness,” the pilot said softly, as pillars of smoke clouded the windshield. She kept advancing until they were out of the carnage. As she turned back to the mothership, she encircled what was left of the sight, allowing all of them to witness the destruction. A large crater was carved into the middle of the clearing. The vapor coming out of it was too thick to see through. There were no human bodies visual, no machinery. Everything had been wiped clean.

Paris let out a low whistle.

“You think everyone saw it?” He asked the admiral.

“It would be hard to miss,” He responded.

“Yeah. Bet the cameras caught it, too. I had one trained on it, hope we were at effective range. Oh well,” He kicked his legs up on the dashboard, “Let’s go back.”

When Delta regained his consciousness, he was in the same craft, now idle in the bay. Paris was pressing a handkerchief against his nose to stop the blood flow, his other hand gripped at his chin.

“See, if I’d let you get dressed, you would’ve gotten blood on your uniform,” he chided gently, “Hold it.”

Delta took the handkerchief from him. He could feel the blood had mostly stopped, but his shirt was now soaked with it. Dr.Martino was in the seat next to them, unfazed at the sight of Delta’s blood everywhere. It had stopped being shocking years ago. No one else was in the ship.

“You did good, but you need to get up now. Victory lap. Don’t pass out again and don’t look hurt,” Paris warned him. Delta looked at him foggily, prompting Paris to smack him on the side of the head.

“That’s what I mean. Look alive.”

“Sorry, sir. I will,” He was still out of it, but with his hair hanging in his face, it was less obvious. He didn’t look any more tired than he usually did, which was something. Paris wrapped his jacket around Delta to cover up the blood on his shirt. It was several sizes too big and too warm to be comfortable. Seeming to sense this, Dr.Martino reached a hand out to his foreheads, clicking his tongue. 

Paris pushed the door open, rolling out skillfully. He offered a hand out to help Delta down, but was totally unable to resist yanking him the rest of the way. He caught him before he could fall completely. The doctor hopped out next, shutting the door behind him. He looked ill at ease. Even from the hanger, they could hear the sound of frenzied chatter. It sounded like the whole ship was up in arms. 

Not letting go of Delta’s wrist, Paris marched out of the hanger, back into the common area of the ship. All at once, the chatter ceased, replaced with an eerie silence. Delta didn’t look up, feeling the hundreds of eyes on him. All the blood was rushing from his head. Paris moved him forward, not acknowledging anything was amiss. The fearful silence followed wherever they went. As they passed, it was replaced with hushed whispers. 

Paris led Delta into his room, slamming the door behind him. He leaned against the door, laughing quietly. Delta collapsed into a kneel, no longer able to remain standing. His vision was fading again. Paris didn’t seem to notice, immediately moving to his laptop, which was sounding off in a cacophony of notifications. 

“Stay,” he ordered sharply, darting out the door. Delta fainted the second it closed.