#I noticed I have become slightly faster since the last requests

[steelthroat]

Study of my wife.

[telomeraseee]

Hellu, welcome back!! Can I request a fluffy Suna bestfriends to lovers one shot? Thank you so much <3 hope you've a wonderful day/night ✨🥰

a/n: ok my first piece since im back! i apologise in advance if i got carried away, also wasnt sure which suna you wanted, bfo timeskip or after but i went with the safe bet : before 🙏

also i realised how ass my writing as gotten so please i beg for feedback! thank you to anyone whos reading this, love all of u and hope everyone is doing genki <3

ps. send more requests, my hands are itching to write ehehe

You became friends with Suna on the first day of high school, he was one of the only students who didn’t come from inarizaki junior high so he was assigned a buddy, you. The first meeting was kinda awkward since you could tell he didn’t really care about anything that was going on around him but you were determined to at least show him the basics of what it meant to be a student here. So on you went, showing him around the school, telling him which days would have the best food and which vending machines were broken (free drinks never hurt anyone). 

Even though you were a pretty social person, you were always too busy studying or too busy dealing with things at home to truly be part of a friend group. It never really bothered you, but now that you were in high school you wanted friends, friends who wanted to spend time with you, so when the buddy programme ended, you were sad since for the last three days Suna was like that friend for you. But he surprised you the next day by dragging his chair to your desk during lunch and said “there better be space for one more here”. So then it began, your friendship with Suna, you would have lunch with him, he would walk home with you, get ice cream and coffee with you. you thought he hung out with you because he couldn’t be bothered to talk to anyone else, which you weren’t complaining about. Most of the time he just listened to you talk (more like yap in his opinion) and poke fun at you when he felt like it. For example, when you asked him, “why do you hang out with me? It’s suspicious. Or is because our suna-chan is scared make friends” his deadpan face was response enough and had you snickering because how could such a facial expression say that much. then he got up and started walking away. “okay, okay I’m sorry, you know I love hanging out with you,” you quickly say as you grab his arm to stop him. He resists a little but when he eventually turns around you see a little smirk on his face. what a sneaky bastard. 

All throughout first year you keep each other company and he even started you teaching you how to play volleyball and that when you think it started. His hands on you started warming you up more than you liked. You found yourself becoming slightly more shy around him and thinking about what it would feel like to hug him or the feel his hands on you. “Y/n-chan did you do something different with your hair?” He says as he lifts a strand of your hair and plays with it. You pretend like you don’t feel your stomach twist in anticipation. “I just cut it a little and layered it Suna-chan. You think the boys will finally notice me now?” You tease, there’s a beat of silence which makes things a little awkward and then you feel a little tug on the strand, “why are you thinking about other guys, when you have me right here y/n-chan,” Suna says with a small smile on his face. You feel your cheeks heat up and your heart starts beating faster, you quickly look away from him to hide it but you feel the tug again and this time its quite a bit harder, “you look beautiful, y/n,” he says, looking straight at you. You groan, thump your head on the wall next you and whisper your extremely smart retort, “Shut up Suna-chan.” You hear his laughter in response and guess what? He’s still playing with you hair. 

Moments like that keep building up, like the time he tied your shoelace for you or the time he saved your face from being smashed in by a ball or the time he glared at a few boys who were staring at you a bit too long (he doesn’t know you saw him glare, what he doesnt know wont hurt him). In small ways, he showed you he cared, but you were always afraid because he would give you enough to convince you he likes you but what if he just appreciated you as a friend and this was his way of showing it? 

The school year ended, but the two of you saw each other often, getting ice cream and sitting in the park for hours talking. He would tell you all about the volleyball team and explain the different techniques he uses to block his opponents. It always made you smile since in the beginning it was always you who did the talking. He would push you on the swing as you told him about your childhood. You guys would sit on the see-saw and argue about which onigiri stuffing is superior (team tuna always wins). And soon summer is over and a whole year had gone by, your feelings for him have grown to the point you need to tell him soon or you’re afraid you might explode. But when? He has so much going on for him you felt like you would never find the perfect time to tell him. Time slips by and before you know it there you are watching Suna play in the Interhigh tournament. You had been to a few of his games before and they were amazing to watch, not to mention how good he looked when he played. His toned arms and thick thighs had you in a chokehold, to feel those arms around you, to feel that body pressed against yours, to feel his heartbeat and his hands holding yours. You were down bad. 

During the Interhigh finals, you watched as victory slipped through their fingers, they were so close. But the team didn’t seem to be too bothered by this loss, they were still smiling and laughing with each as they walked off the court. You’re not exactly sure why but that was when you decided you had to tell him today. You head downstairs and you see the team walk out, you offer them some ‘good games’ and see that Suna is at the back. He surprises you by coming up to you and wrapping him arms around you. “Hey, y/n-chan, thanks for coming today,” he says. You freeze for a second but then return the hug, “anything for my suna-chan” you reply with a smile on your face. “By the way, I need to tell you something so meet me in the park when you’re done?” You say, you tried your best to sound normal, but you were pretty sure he could hear the nervousness in your voice. Internally you begged him not to laugh at you or make any snide comments and thank god he didn’t. He just replied with a “Yes sir!” plus a salute and said he would text when he was on his way.

In the park you go through every scenario you could possibly think of, what if he rejected you? Would you still be friends? If he said yes, he liked you back, what would happen then? Would he kiss you? Would he hug you? Does that mean you guys would be dating? Would he want to cuddle? Okay you were getting lost in your thoughts, just focus on the present y/n. As if to remind you of that fact, your phone chimes with a message from him saying he’ll be there in 10 minutes. Shit, this was actually happening. You get up do a few jumping jacks and jog around a little in hopes to calm down. 

“Y/n, what did you want to talk about?” You hear from behind you, you jump in surprise and let out a little squeal. “Suna-chan, you scared me! Don’t sneak up on me like that,” you chide. He looks good as ever, his face as expressionless as ever even though you know that’s just how he looks and that he actually has quite a bit going up in the brain of his. Here goes nothing…. you move your gaze to over his shoulder and start, “Suna-chan, I’m not sure if you noticed but I sort of….kind of…. Have a tiny, miniscule crus-“ That’s all he lets you get out before you hear his giggles, you focus on him and you feel like you’re gonna faint. when he sees you meet his eyes he takes a step closer to you and in your peripheral you see his hand come up. He cups your cheeks and the smirk drops from his face, “y/n-chan, you almost beat me to it. I feel the same way you do so you can tell your heart to calm down, I’m afraid you’re gonna have a heart attack at this rate,” he says. You stand there, your mouth drops a little to form an O. “Lost for words? That’s ok, we don’t need words for this,” Suna says as he lowers his head to place a light kiss on your lips. You feel his other hand come around your waist to pull you closer and his hand on your face goes into your hair and cradles your head as he guides your lips back to his. It feels so soft and so intimate. you raise your hands and snake them around his neck and deepen the kiss. It feels so good, you feel like you’re floating. This is better than anything you thought of, it feels like tiny fireworks are going off in your brain, it feels like so many things are being said with no words (in true suna fashion imo). After god knows how long, your mouths separate, both of you panting, foreheads resting against each others. “Y/n-chan….. “ I know sun-chan, that was….”amazing,” he finishes. He re-adjusts himself so that youre wrapped in his arms now. You could stay here forever. 

[undead-merman]

This was a Patreon request from Usotsu: “I remembered you once wrote about Bullboy Kylar and a vet pc, may I request a continuation to that, if that's ok? Maybe with the pc having to keep him without much of a choice since Kylar isn't being productive anymore and he also has become violent towards everyone in his farm but it's just a little calmer with pc's presence? Bonus points if pc brings Kylar to Alex's farm and everything gets even worse, lmao. I don't mind if it's goes more towards SFW or NSFW. Thanks in advance.”

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Bullboy Kaylar Moving to Alex’s farm with Vet GN-Reader SFW & NSFW

Taking him off Remy’s hands

It was during your last visit did you hear Remy tell you that they were looking to re-home Kylar. It was too much work and he wasn’t providing enough to stay on the farm. He was running a business, not a charity. Not to mention the little shit had caused a handful of injuries that had some farmhands in the hospital for goring.

You felt bad for the little guy. Constantly nursing some kind of injury, and the farmers were never gentle with him. Harsh and somewhat cruel, you couldn’t just let him leave. You talked with Alex, and they agreed. They were looking for another bull and even if he didn’t give milk he would be cared for at this farm and give the little guy the life he deserves. 

There was a heavy tension between Remy and Alex and you knew that just moving Kylar wasn’t as simple as asking. You had to strike a deal. You had to do some things you weren’t proud of and you would have had to do worse if you weren’t their vet. 

But that day game where Alex grabbed a trailer for him and when he ran into your arms and took him outside of the fence Kylar’s eyes when wide with wonder. His face just right now was worth the trouble you went through. 

You had to sit with him in the trailer he kicked and panicked otherwise. He held onto you so hard, not understanding you were taking him to have a much better life. He was trembling against you, and you certainly noticed his cock poking against you even with how high stress this was. Kylar would be Kylar even when stressed. Your touch did help calm him down a bit. 

You and Alex lead him to the pen for him, lined with extra soft bedding. Kylar was blown away by it and fell asleep almost instantly. Both you and Alex couldn’t help but smile at his sleeping face. It was heartwarming and Alex ruffled your hair and made a nice dinner for the both of you that night. A little bit of both of your favorites.       

Adjusting To The Move

Kylar was shy and meek at first. Only really perking up when you were around and with you appearing every day his mood improved faster than you were expecting. His blood pressure was at an all-time low and he was gaining weight.

He did have that habit of humping you when you did medical checkups on him and they looked painful sometimes. All flushed and painfully hard with precum almost gushing from his slit.

The stones in his hooves gradually got less and he was careful with the bandages. He has gotten a little glow to him, looking so much healthier in this new environment. 

When you finally introduced him to the fields he still seemed rather happy despite it being a smaller plot of land. Though he didn’t seem to get along with any of the others. A little bit of a loner, though you hoped that would change.

After a month or so he finally seemed ready to produce and as both you and Alex stood there attaching the milkers Kylar didn’t take his eyes off you. Mooing and trying to fuck the machine. Even with his smaller testicles and prior neglect, he spewed so much. Even Alex was impressed that this little guy could make so much. He compared to your finest and biggest girl.        

The Quirks Of The Bull

He grew slightly more comfortable around the farm and while he was still a loner, he did always come up to the fence line and wait for you to come out before work. He leaned into the pets you offered and always waited for you to come home. Alex made a joke that he made a little ditch from pacing around the fence waiting for you. 

Kylar did have attachment issues. He was overly possessive of you and would headbutt the other cattle when you did checkups on them or push them over when they were coming to get pet. Though you noticed Kylar always acted pathetic when you or Alex went to scold him. 

Speaking of Alex, he never seemed to like them. Tolerating them was more the word for it. His face would drop when Alex came in and would huff when you and Alex chatted. If you weren’t separated by a face or gate by the time Alex left he’d knock you over and grab your hips to grind his bare cock into your ass. The precum drenches your pants and his cum coats you, even reaching the back of your neck. 

If you did ever end up bottomless around him he’s on your like glue. Mouth right on your genitals and feverishly shoving his face as close to you as he can as he devours you desperately. Drinking every little drop of fluid you secrete. Or if he hadn’t seen you all day his cock was pressing right at your rim, Pushing in without prep. It would always hurt like hell and it was like he was trying to make up for it with gentle licks of his long tongue, though it never helped as he brutally ruined your hole and stuffed you so full of cum your stomach bloated and it gushed when he popped himself out. 

Should you have ever let him do it willingly, he was gentle. Hands shaking as he held your hips as his cock slipped into you. Both of you are grateful for the lube you used beforehand. His fingers fumbling on your tummy and trying to find his cock inside you and every time he found it he pressed down and mooed so happily. 

He was one to pass out right after cumming so if he ended up catching you bare you were able to squeeze by him without a fuss. 

Alex did seem to like him even if he was a troublemaker. He made some profitable milk. Alex often talked about finding him a nice breeding partner. If only Alex knew.

[fallenclan]

"Moosefall! Come here!"

A voice from a gentle molly could be heard next to the nursery, the soft air from the evening emphasizing it. Moosefall turned his head around, startled to know if everything was alright with Salmonskip's kitting.

Silverbelly looked at the white tom hopefully from the entrance, a bright shining covering her eldery eyes as a soft smile formed her face. In a matter of seconds, the dark cat dissapeared, wanting the tom to enter the nursery by himself.

It wasn't as if Moosefall was really that cautious to disturb anyone in there, heck, he as any other cat in FallenClan WAS born there and grew up in the den's warmth until apprentice-hood took over their own age. This time however, was different; it was the first time he would go to see his new children! Maybe he would offer something for the tortie molly to recover faster, or perhaps play with the kittens once they're a few moons old (not for now, that is), or maybe request Maplestar to become a mentor of one of them, or-

'Alright.' - Moosefall thought, turning next to the nursery to enter it. 'Don't freak out yet, you haven't seen them for now. Besides, your mate wants you to spend some time with them at least.'

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In the warmth inside of the nursery, a blue tortie cat, Salmonskip, could be seen. She has been planning this exact moment ever since she announced it to her mate. And now, there it was, all these long moons that looked like years for him to have them.

"Is a litter of two mollies and one tom!" Silverbelly announced, looking at the three kittens. They meowed constantly, with the exception of a certain ginger kitten, who instead stayed quiet. It didn't mattered, Salmonskip giggled at looking one of them kicking the two other littermates; they were blind for now, is not like they would see after all.

Moosefall ran through the leaves and looked at the kittens. Both Salmon and Moose's hearts felt like they were about to melt. Next to Salmon, Silverbelly went out from the den, understanding that the both cats would love to take some time before the queen could actually recover from the kitting.

"They're so..."

"Beautiful? I bet you would say that" Salmonskip giggled, he enjoyed making fun of the bi-coloroured cat lightly. Moosefall laughed as well, he enjoyed those jokes after all.

"Have you thought of a name for them yet?" Moosefall asked, raising his voice slightly in case if any of the kittens' meowings would be loud.

"Hm... I thought of two names" The tortie cat looked the brown kitten at first, who was struggling to snuggle up to her. "I think I will call her as Brackenkit"

He then looked at a ginger one, the same one who was quiet enough compared to the others. "I may call him as Foxkit, his fur reminds me of one."

However, for a specific molly-kit, Salmonskip didn't had anything for her. She was the most "aggressive" for her being newborn; going up to her siblings just to go to the molly's belly. Salmon's smile faded as worry invaded her, she didn't had any name ideas! He was supossed to think of one last moon!

Thankfully, Moosefall noticed his mate's worry, and as if a kittenhood memory approached him out all the sudden, he got an idea.

Something that had to do with an event it happened, back when he was just a kit, and has been in his head ever since...

He looked at Salmonskip, then down to the white and red newborn...

Then, after a few moments of thinking, eyerolls, and more thinking... he had the perfect name for her...

"Maybe... we can call her as Shrewkit, if that's okay?"

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Aaaaa first time doing a Fallenfic and is about Moosefall viewing Salmonskip's kits!!!! Because I LOVE MooseSal/SalmonMoose and I crave for content of them.

Also, I enjoy the idea of Moosefall naming Shrekit as that because of his deceased sibling, who didn't made it to apprenticehood. I can't remember if her name WAS actually shrewkit though(? (I have terrible memory lol) but I think is very bittersweet :')

Also english isn't my first language so uhhh if there's any grammar errors is because of that lmao

- ☎️

AUGH my heart,,, Moose naming his kid after his dead sister is so sad but yall keep making it sadder somehow :')

[ghostssweetgirl]

crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader slow burn/enemies to lovers

description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part. warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.

chapters: next [healing] last

After being in the hospital for nearly a week, you were finally dismissed. Price picked you up from the hospital to drive you back to base.

"Ugh, great to be going back... home," you laugh. "Yeah, home."

"Aye," Price nodded. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, just incredibly sore. It bloody hurts!" you emphasized on bloody, trying to use their lingo.

"Oh, I know," Price chuckled. "I know. 5 days of rest, kid - minimum. No missions until you're back in order."

--

Happy to be back in your "own" bed, you rest up for a few hours, after laying in a hospital bed, your base bed felt heavenly. You cleaned up, being careful around the wound, and had to head to the common room or kitchen to look for bandages. 

"I've got some," Ghost's voice said from behind you.

"O-Oh, thanks, I could use some," you stutter as you look at him.

He walks to his room, and for some reason, you follow him. He opens the door to his room and clicks the light on, looks behind at you, and points to his bed. You sit on the edge of the bed, feeling incredibly awkward during the silence.

"Um... thank you, Ghost. For saving my life," you muttered.

"It's my job," he rasped, his way of saying "you're welcome" you assumed.

"Move your shirt over," he ordered.

You struggled slightly as you slid the sleeve of your shoulder up as far as it would go. "I could change it myself..."

He shook his head while he wrapped the bandage around your shoulder and under your armpit, gentle with you, something you didn't know he was capable of. 

You awkwardly thank him as you leave the room. 

--

As each day goes by, you heal faster. You start to be able to move your shoulder without wincing or feeling pain. What better way to test your strength than to do some light exercise? You head to the gym, nodding at Soap as you see him bench pressing, noticing how easy it seems for him with his wide biceps. You spot Ghost doing the same across from him, with heavier weights, seeming easy for him, too. He made quick eye contact with you as you nodded at him as well, going to a secluded area for yourself. 

Starting with stretching, you hesitate as you stretch your injured arm, but discover that it didn't hurt that bad to stretch. Happy with your progress, you begin with your workout. 

Soap walks up behind you, on the way to the locker room. "Good form."

"Thanks, Sergeant," you replied without looking at him as you lifted weights. 

--

Ghost interrupts your run on the treadmill asking if you were up to spar with him. Your eyes widen at the request, and you don't know why but you accept.

"Why not? Just don't make my arm any worse, big guy," you laughed, trying to compromise.

"No worries," he nodded. "I'll try to be gentle."

If this was his way of warming up to you, it was weird. Not bad weird, just doesn't make sense weird. He hated you or at least acted as he did since you got here, even yelling at you, earning your tears. Yet he didn't hesitate to save your life when it came down to it, he visited you, he changed your bandages... You don't know what the fuck is up with him.

--

You get in the ring with Ghost and get in a fighting stance, and he does the same. You wonder how you're going to do this without hurting yourself further but brush that aside for now. You could use this moment to take out some rage on him, for how he's treated you.

He gestures a "come hither" motion, and you tackle him, grappling his waist and he goes down. You crawl upwards, still pinning him down, and knee him in his stomach as he struggles to lift you off. Which he easily could if he tried, you knew this. Was he seriously holding back?

"You're not going soft on me, are you, Lieutenant?" you smirked as you moved behind him, placing him in a chokehold as your legs lock him in place to the best of your ability, considering he was much taller than you. You tightened your elbow around his throat, definitely not going easy on him. If only you could-

He shook his head and breathed in, elbowing you in your rib, you groan and are forced to let go of the hold you had on him. 

"Fuck," you panted as he helped you back on your feet.

You took another defensive stance and he pushed your hands down shorter than where you're used to having them.

"Good work, soldier. Now tackle me again," he ordered.

You run at him, and this time you try to knock him off his feet, but he dodged and pinned you down by your wrists. He turns you around and pulls your uninjured arm behind you, you arch your back as you try to lessen the pain. 

"Yield," he commanded, tightening his grip.

There was no fucking way you were tapping out right here. Your legs kicked and your body wiggled as you tried to get out of the position. Your brain racked through everything you learned, and you went through each possible way to get out, but it was impossible. 

You were running out of breath until you finally gave in, admitting defeat. His grip loosened, and he got up.

--

Soap walks out with hair still damp from his shower. "Good t'see you two, getting along, L.T."

"Fuckin' hell," Ghost spoke under his breath. "Get up here, Johnny."

Soap joins you and Ghost tells you to go against him, and Ghost shows you new ways to defend yourself, instructing you between positions. 

--

Your 5 days minimum of rest were up, and you honestly felt good enough to go. Price called everyone to the conference room for an update about the next mission. In 3 days, everyone was to prepare to blow up an enemy tower. And it was going to be cold. 

--

You, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost watch TV in the common room while rain poured outside.

"Pishin' out doon out there," Soap said.

"Huh?" you looked at him funny.

"Rainin' fuckin' hard!" Soap explained.

"Oh, yeah, it is," you softly giggled.

"English, MacTavish," Ghost said.

--

You go to sleep thinking about your time here so far. How you've made your way in and have been getting along with mostly everyone. You honestly haven't got to see much of the "horrors" yet, but you wouldn't mind if you were here permanently, you think. 

[emma-m-black]

My Captain

Star Trek Picard one-shot

Captain Liam Shaw x Reader (gender natural)

I wrote this rough draft over the span of two days, so hopefully it all makes sense.

You ran through the halls of the ship. Your feet slapping against the metal floor, and your heart beat hard as you pushed yourself as hard as you could to beat your previous time. The music from your earbuds blares into your skull in an attempt to drown out the sounds of everyone around you.

The promotion was yours. You had worked so hard the last year to move towards your future dream of one day becoming a Starfleet Captain. The only thing standing in your way was your current captain, Captain Liam Shaw.

It seemed as though he was doing everything in his power to keep you from moving out of your current assignment as bridge Science Officer for the U.S.S. Titan. All you wanted was to follow in your family's footsteps. Your last name was Archer after all.

As you rounded a curve in the hall, you noticed a shadow coming up from behind you. Turning your head slightly, you saw your Captain coming into stride beside you. "Seriously." You muttered and began to run faster. You had wanted to beat your old time and now he was going to mess that up for you, too.

Your increase of speed did not seem to deter him and he only seemed to increase his stride to match. This only made you run faster.

Seeing your end point in front of you, you pushed your legs out in wider strides and as you passed the finish line; you saw the wall console light up in green with your best time yet.

Quickly, you pulled out your earbuds and slammed your palms against the wall as you worked on steadying your breathing and bringing your heart rate back down.

"Good job Commander, that's a record for the ship." Captain Shaw said with a smile.

"Thank you, Captain." You responded. "Was there something you needed me for, Captain Shaw?"

"No. I just saw you running ahead and figured I would see if I could catch up." Your Captain said with a smile on his lips.

"Well, if that is all, Sir I'm going to go wash up." You stated as you stared at your Captain. "I'm l dismissed?"

"You were never at attention, Archer." He spoke with a light chuckle.

This was new, since when did the Captain crack jokes with you."Sorry Sir. I just assumed you required me for something."

"No. Although I had been wanting to speak to you about your application for the captain's program, and your request for transfer." Shaw stated as he folded his hands behind his back.

Crap, you had been caught. You had hoped that he wouldn't have been notified so quickly about the request for transfer. "Captain, I can explain."

"And ward love to hear it, perhaps over dinner tonight?"

"Of course Captain Shaw." You responded, slightly taken aback by his request.

"Good. My quarters say, nineteen hundred hours?" Without waiting for a response, he began to back away, a smile still on his face. "Don't be late and please dress casual."

You were at a loss for words, so you nod your head in response, and watch as he disappears around the corner and out of sight. You needed to talk to Seven.

Still in your running gear, you head for Commander Sevens room.

"Enter." Spoke Seven through the comm. The door to the room slid open, and you found your friend sitting on the couch looking at a data pad. "Archer?"

"He wants to have dinner with me!" You spoke as you entered the room and began to pace the empty space in front of seven. " He found out about the transfer, and now he wants to have dinner! Casual dress for dinner. You would think if he was going to court marshal me, he wouldn't care about a dress code."

Seven let out a laugh and placed the data pad down. "He is not going to court marshal you."

"He hates me, Seven. Captain Shaw has done everything in nis power to keep me from getting into the Captain's program. "

"Well, would have to agree with the Captain, because if you are really this blind you don't deserve your own ship."

You stop pacing the room and look at your friend. "What?"

"Captain Shaw likes you. "

"No, I'm pretty sure it is the opposite of that. He must think me incompetent."

"No Archer, he likes you. Like in the romantic sense."

"What?"

"The Captain doesn't want you to advance into the program because that would mean you would have to leave the Titan. Which would make it very hard to court you."

"No, Captain Shaw does not like me." You felt your heart give a lurch at the thought of your Captain liking you in a romantic sense.

"Oh hunny, that man has been in love with you from the moment you came on board."

"No." You sat yourself down on the couch. "No. He is to, to Captainy, to like someone like me."

"You pushed against all the rules, and that was just what he needed."

"Seven, what am going to wear?"

You stood outside the Captain's door. The nerves were taking hold of you and you were beginning to wonder why you let her talk you into wearing this. You had not worn anything this fancy in years. Pressing your hand to the console, you heard the bing and within seconds the 'whoosh' of the door opening.

Captain Liam Shaw came into view and he looked you up and dawn. "Archer, you look . . . " He paused and looked you over again this time slower. "You look amazing."

"You don't look so bad yourself, Captain." He was dressed like you had never seen before, dark blue jeans and tight fitted grey button down shirt. "Please, call me Liam. We are off duty." He motioned with arm for you to enter his quarters.

Stepping into the room, your heart began to pound against your chest as you for the first time realizing how attractive your Captain was. As you came to rest in the middle of the room, you took in your surroundings. The room was simple, filled with basic furniture and muted colours. There was a kitchen in his quarters, something that he must have requested as it was not something that was issued normally. Then there was the smell, a pleasant smell of something distinctly Liam, a spice and warmth that you knew from being around him on the bridge. There was something else too, like bacon and cream. That must be dinner.

"I'm glad you came." Said Liam as he made his way past and into the kitchen. "I honestly wasn't sure you would say yes."

"Why would you think that?" You knew why though, while you were always civil and professional, you never mingled with your Captain like you did with many others on the ship in the year and a half you had been onboard.

Liam moved to stir the contents of a pan that was on the stove. "I'm not naïve to the fact that I can be prickly at times. At one point, I promise you I was charming."

You moved to follow the smells. Entering the kitchen space, you let a smile reach your lip. "Pricky is not the word they use in the mess hall."

"I bet it gets quite colourful." Laughed Liam. "So tell me, what words do you use?"

"Sir..."

"Liam." He spoke with a smile as he pointed the spatula at you.

"Liam, if you have heard something, I would like to apologize... "

"Sit."

You did as you were told and sat yourself down across from him at the small kitchen island.

"You requested for a transfer, why?" Liam moved about plating up food as your mind began to race, trying to formulate the right answer.

"I want to be a Captain."

"And you can't do that here?"

"Can I be Frank?" His response was that of a wave of his hand as he dished up their plates. "I didn't think you really liked me, and that would make it difficult to continue on the path of command."

"You called me a dick with a chair."

Your eyes grew wide, but as Liam placed a plate down in front of you, you relaxed. The smile on his face told you he found it amusing.

"I am a dick, with a chair that would like you to stay here, on my ship, so that I can prove to you that this is the place you want to be, that this is the family you want to learn with."

"Liam, Seven implied that perhaps this might be a date."

Liam held out a fork towards you. "And if it was?"

"Then I think I may have a good reason to stay."

[arcadian-litterateur]

could you write a fic about conrad fisher and his anxiety and panic attacks? like he’s visiting (along with everyone else) and his anxiety is really bad and steven tries to help him but he says he’s fine and then jeremiah finally talks to him and says he noticed that something was wrong and he tells him.

smth like that idk lol

the art wall | conrad fisher

𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

summary: could you write a fic about conrad fisher and his anxiety and panic attacks? like he’s visiting (along with everyone else) and his anxiety is really bad and steven tries to help him but he says he’s fine and then jeremiah finally talks to him and says he noticed that something was wrong and he tells him.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: season 2 spoilers (kinda), panic attacks, mentions of death

a/n: since you didn't specify when you wanted it to take place, i just kinda put it where i thought it might fit lol. i hope this is kinda what you were thinking? idk let me know ig. and feel free to request more, i loved this!

𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 worth bothering someone over.

That's what Conrad tells himself every time he has another panic attack, every time his own lungs close on him just because of emotional turmoil. He hasn't died from one yet, so he'll be fine, right? It's ridiculous to put this on someone else when he's dealing with it just fine on his own.

Besides, he's not sure anyone would really understand. Maybe Laurel, if he could work up the courage to talk to her, but she's away and besides, she probably hates him for breaking Belly's heart. 

He really does have no one.

Steven tries to help, but he's in over his head, and Conrad can tell that it's draining him. He doesn't know how to help Conrad, and it's hurting him to keep failing at this. To keep failing at keeping Conrad's panic at bay. Steven hates feeling like a failure, and Conrad is just an imposition.

He thought maybe, just maybe, coming back to Cousins would help. Like maybe his mom's presence would just be here and she'd be able to calm his heart. But instead, his aunt was there, and now she's trying to take the house from him, because God forbid Conrad Fisher gets to keep one thing that reminds him of his mom. Now, Cousins is just another place the panic has seeped into; another place the anxiety has tainted.

It’s when they all come back from the Boardwalk and the house is empty; sterilized, that it all catches up to him. He feels that familiar sensation of the room getting too small, his chest starting to tighten, his thoracic cavity becoming too small to let his lungs expand. The room is spinning, or maybe just fading; either way, he’s going to pass out if he doesn’t get outside and breathe fresh air.

He grabs Steven’s hand and drags him down to the beach, a common occurrence nowadays. Steven doesn’t even have to ask anymore. He knows what Conrad needs. So the minute they get far enough away from the house, Conrad’s feet hitting the surf as the tide soothes his skin, Steven launches into a story about the two of them. 

“You’ve already told me that one,” Conrad wheezes. 

“Well, I’m running out of memories,” Steven retorts, causing Conrad to wince. 

“Sorry, I—” he has to pause to try and suck a lungful of air into his aching chest— “It just doesn’t help if I’ve heard it before.” Steven sees the lack of oxygen starting to affect Conrad, watches as his best friend leans over with his hands on his knees.

“You probably shouldn’t compress your body even more,” Steven says, but Conrad just waves a hand.

“Can’t—can’t hold myself up anymore.” Steven frowns, growing worried. This panic attack is progressing faster—and more severely—than the others that Steven has helped Conrad through. And if his strategy from before isn’t working—

“Connie, I don’t know what to do. What do you need?” Steven is slightly panicked himself, pressing a hand to his chest to try and calm the racing of his heart. He knows that his panic will only intensify Conrad’s and that’s the last thing they need right now. 

“I—I don’t know,” his best friend gasps, running a hand through his hair as he tries to breathe normally. His breaths are becoming heavier and more frantic, and Steven is feeling his own body start to shake in fear. It’s not getting better. It’s getting worse. He’s not helping—and he doesn’t know how to.

“I, I think you need Jeremiah,” Steven spits out, causing Conrad to inhale sharply and splutter.

“Wh—no! Steven, no!” he gasps weakly. “It’ll just make him angry. That I can’t hold it together.” 

“It won’t make him angry!” Steven scoffs. “He loves you! He’s your brother, he’ll want to help you!” 

“I don’t need help,” Conrad lies through his teeth. “I don’t need Jere.” Steven sighs, pulling out his phone.

“Conrad, I can’t help you. Nothing’s working. But Jere can. I know he can. Please let me call him and ask him to come out here.” Conrad just stands there, half bent over, wheezing, but after a few seconds he agrees begrudgingly.

When Jeremiah runs out to the beach, nerves written on his face, Steven tells him, “Connie’s having a panic attack. He’s been having ‘em, and I’ve been trying to help, but there’s only so much I can do. He needs you.” Jeremiah doesn’t argue, doesn’t cause a fight, which makes Steven think ‘I told you so, Conrad,’ but it’s not the time to rub this in his friend’s face, so he leaves the brothers to themselves. Trudges back to the house, wringing his hands as he hopes Jeremiah will be able to help Conrad.

Back on the beach, Conrad’s sitting down now, his legs so shaky that they can’t support his weight any longer. Jeremiah is immediately at his side, crouching down so they can talk, hands hovering in the air worriedly. 

“Conrad? What can I do to help?” he says, doing a quick scan of his brother’s body to make sure he’s still breathing some. 

“I—I need you to help me calm down,” Conrad gasps. “I’m—I’m panicked about losing everything. Need you to—tell me a story about us. Just us two. When we were little and everything was okay.” Jeremiah nods, scooting closer to Conrad on the sand, watching as his older brother presses a hand to his chest as if trying to shove his heart back inside. 

“Can I rub your back?” Jeremiah asks, grateful when Conrad nods. Jeremiah starts to draw soothing circles along the fabric of Conrad’s shirt, thinking to himself for a moment before launching into a retelling of Conrad’s seventh birthday, when they’d drawn on the walls with Sharpies and ended up having an ‘art wall’ in their house for the rest of childhood.

“Mom wasn’t angry, surprisingly,” he recalls. “Dad definitely was, but he didn’t want to show it. Mom just grabbed a Sharpie herself and sat down next to us, telling us that from now on, this was the only place we could color on the walls. If we drew on the art wall, no one would care. But if we drew anywhere else…” 

“We’d get a time-out and we’d lose the art wall,” Conrad butts in. Jeremiah glances over at his brother, hand pausing its soothing rub, noticing that Conrad is breathing slightly easier. “Thanks,” the boy in question adds. “You’re good at the storytelling thing, Jere.”

Jeremiah waves him off, “Oh, be quiet. You’re way better than me at telling stories.” Then his gaze turns serious, “Feeling a little bit better?” 

“Much better, actually. Like I can actually breathe.” Jeremiah knows his brother is telling the truth when he lets out a breathy chuckle, obviously aching in his chest, but able to breathe again. 

“Um—” Jeremiah doesn’t know how to broach the subject, but he takes a deep breath and goes for it anyway— “Are these, like, a common occurrence?” Conrad glances at his brother and then nods. 

“Had ‘em ever since last summer. When I—when I found out about Mom. They’ve gotten worse since she died.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jere whispers, a pained look on his face. “I could’ve helped.”

“Frankly, I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me,” the older boy admits. “I figured if I told you, you’d think I was just playing a sympathy card.” 

“No, no, I wouldn’t,” Jeremiah insists. “I love you so much, Connie. Even if I’m shit at showing it, I love you. And if you’re struggling, I really hope I’d never write that off. I…I’m here now, okay? Even if it didn’t seem like I would be before.” Conrad glances over at Jeremiah, a small look of embarrassment on his face.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you,” he mumbles, but his younger brother waves off the apology.

“Thank you, but you don’t need to apologize. I get it. You didn’t want to be a burden.” Conrad nods, and Jeremiah clasps his shoulder tighter, forcing him to make eye contact. “But, Connie, you aren’t a burden to me. And gosh—” he runs a hand along his face— “gosh, if I made you feel like a burden, I’m so sorry. You’re not a burden. You never have been. If anything, I’ve been one.” Conrad shakes his head silently, as if to give the reassurance right back to his little brother.

“Thanks, Jere,” he says quietly, leaning into his brother’s reassuring touch. 

“Always, Connie,” Jeremiah insists. “I may not have been here for you during these before, but now I am. I’m here. I’m gonna be here. I’m gonna help you with this.” Conrad doesn’t answer that promise with words, just a small smile, but Jeremiah knows that he understands. That they’ve reached some kind of solid ground, where they both are bearing their insecurities.

“You can always talk to me,” the younger boy reminds his brother. Conrad grins, reaching over to ruffle his brother’s hair. 

“Same goes for you,” he replies. Jeremiah seems to battle internally for a second before reaching over and hugging Conrad, squeezing him tight with such emotion and love that Conrad feels tears prick his eyes. After a few seconds, he hugs his brother back, a peace fluttering and settling over his soul for the first time in a long time. 

He takes another deep breath, ignoring the ache in his chest as Jeremiah resumes rubbing his back. Together, like some kind of cheesy movie, they watch the waves in silence, but it’s not cheesy here. Right now, it’s the start of some kind of beginning. The beginning of two brothers becoming best friends again, maybe. Whatever it is, Conrad likes it. He’s at peace with it. So he sits there with his brother’s arms wrapped around him and watches the waves, feeling happy for the first time in a long time.

the end

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

heyy i have a request: so can u do sevika punishes reader by only using toys because she went out in a short skirt and revealing shirt??🫡✨

This gave me bratty reader vibes so that’s the theme of these headcanons. I took some creative liberties with this one, I hope you like it!

Warning: Brat tamer Sevika, Spanking, fisting, deepthroating, soft Sevika, Mommy Dom Sevika, Reader and Sevika have a safeword in all of my imagines, it’s all consensual

Sevika wouldn’t be wholly controlling of what you wear. If that’s your style she wouldn’t expect you to change, she’d just have to make it extra fucking clear that you were off limits to others. If it’s not your usual attire, she’d keep a close eye on you whenever you're out, and maybe her mouth will twist downwards in displeasure when you announce that this is what you’re wearing out but she wouldn’t scold you for it. She’d tell you that you look beautiful, like always, and silently groan at the thought of how many fights she’s going to start tonight

But, let’s say you’re wearing it specifically to get a reaction out of her. Sevika’s too bright to not notice you intentionally flirting or bending over in front of others unnecessarily. So while you’re heading home, a cheeky smile on your face while you cling to Sevika’s arm that has freshly bruised knuckles, she asks you what exactly you want. 

You’re sure you’re gonna get it when you get home, but when she goes to make dinner as you go through the door you ask, “Aren’t you going to punish me?” 

When Sevika freezes, you know it came out a little more enthusiastic than you intended. She turns on you with a raised eyebrow, lips slightly turning upwards as she fights a smile. 

“Why would I punish you? It’s not like you disobeyed me.” Her eyes narrow on you anxiously fiddling your hands and she allows that smirk to slowly spread across her face.

“Well, I wore this outfit?” You try, only to elaborate as she raises an eyebrow again and gives a little head shake at you. “I mean, I shouldn't have worn something so revealing.”

Sevika approached you slowly while you gave her your pitiful explanation, stopping in front of you when she could reach out a hand and cup your face, tilting it upwards to accentuate the height difference.

“Again, you didn’t intentionally disobey me. You can wear what you want.” Your face puckers in annoyance as you catch onto her teasing. A thumb brushes over your cheek with a chuckle from her. “You’re a good pet, aren’t you? You wouldn’t intentionally wear a slutty little outfit, bend over in front of strangers, or prompt them to feel you up, right?”

Her voice hardens with each word, the grip on your face becoming a little tighter. A sigh of relief nearly escapes you.

Finally.

The thing with Sevika is she catches on quickly. She knows when you’re acting out for a punishment, whether that be a spanking, a rough fucking until you nearly break, or both. Sevika, bruised and tired and a little grumpy that she couldn’t have a night off, isn’t going to give you what you want. Since you want her hands on you so much, she deprives you of that. The brief contact she gives you only lasts long enough to tie you to the bed and attach a vibrator to your thigh. She spends the night relaxing, enjoying the show of you begging for her touch, begging her to cum, only for her to deny you of both.

You clearly need some obedience training, so she works on that with you.

Training started in the bedroom with a bullet vibrator. The faster you responded to commands, the shorter the time she deprived you of those delicious vibrations against you. If she told you to lick,  your lips had better be on her skin, whatever’s closest to you. Up can either mean trail your lips up until she tells you enough or that’s good, or it can mean you need to get off her lap because she’s getting up. If it’s the latter, she’ll usually pair it with a gentle smack to your thigh. A short, sharp whistle is to get your attention and usually means you’re bratting too close to the sun and her patience is running low.

See below for what happens when you ignore her commands

Sevika is anything but predictable. She’ll figure out exactly what you want and make sure you don’t get it. She catches on to how eager you are to be over her lap, how you present your ass to her with more enthusiasm than she’ll allow.

“You want me to break you, baby? Okay.” And she’ll start working her fingers into you. The most she’s ever got is three of her thick digits inside so you’re a little concerned when she works a fourth one in. Cold lube drips down your ass and onto her fingers when you feel her thumb prodding at your hole that’s currently stretched beyond what you’re used to. She’s patient and gently works you open until her whole hand is inside you and you’re wailing, because it’s too much, too much, too much. Her metal arm holds you tight and prevents you from squirming away as she wrings orgasms out of you until your brain melts out of your ears, and then she’s asking you about the rules and what her commands mean, making you recount all of them because she’ll only stop when you repeat them to her correctly.

You’re so full, too full for how oversensitive you are and how she flutters her fingers inside you teasingly. That arm of hers has an unbreakable hold on you from where you’re laid across her lap, heaving like you’ve ran a marathon and only just recovering your sight from your last orgasm. 

“Please, Sevika, please-” You can’t articulate much more than that and she thankfully cuts in.

“You want to stop?” You nod your head frantically, falling for the false comfort as her metal claws run across your sweaty hair. The fingers inside you flutter again and you nearly jolt off her lap, kept in place by metal ones around the back of your neck. “Let’s go over the commands again, to make sure this lesson stuck.” 

Damn her, those fingers go to that swollen, spongy spot she’s been abusing and using to make your ears ring.

“I can’t- I can’t focus-”

“No? Then maybe you will when you come again.”

If you’re back talking her or aim a nasty expletive her way, your mouth is getting washed out. Whether it be with her cum or lube, she’ll give it some use. If it’s the former, she’s sitting on your face until you go red. If it’s the latter, she’s slathering it on a dildo and deepthroating you, making sure she gets far down in there to really clean it out.

She always keeps you on your toes so you’ll never know how she’ll react. When you’re giving her a particularly nasty attitude, she’ll see right through you. Your snark and sass are your defense for when you’re feeling neglected or when you’re aching for a bit of structure in your life. Instead of pulling you over her knee, Sev will cup your face and coo at you, tone soft no matter how much attitude you throw at her, and coax you into telling her what you want. Your confession is rewarded and she fucks you good, and you’re infuriated with the way she kisses your face as she does it. She’s successfully broken you out of your fit with loving touches even as she’s pounding into you hard. You fell for it, being her good little pet and letting the facade break away and damn if that doesn’t bring frustrated tears to your eyes.

It’s the hardest you've came and you’re humiliated.

“See? I can take care of my baby. There’s no need to be a brat.” Another deep, hard thrust before she pulls out gently, like you’re made of glass. Like you hadn’t been purposefully making her angry all day. Tears well in your eyes at the guilt and you decide that perhaps this is the worst punishment she could’ve given you.

 “I know, I know, you poor thing. Have I not been giving you enough attention?” Her softness pushes those tears until they overflow and she has to kiss them away with maddening sweetness, knowing damn well she’s been giving you plenty of attention, or as much as she can between work. You’re situated to where she can bring her flesh hand to your head and cradle you to her breast as those hard thrusts slow when you come down from your high. “It’s okay, Momma’s here.”

“Such a good pet for me. See where it gets you when you ask nicely?” 

You’re incredibly well behaved for the next few days, lest she break you with that honeyed attention again.

Sometimes not giving you what you want is the way she decides to go and instead of giving you the punishing sex you need, she takes you apart with gentle touches and slow lovemaking for hours. You’re crying for her to push you until you break but she mockingly shakes her head at you, saying she knows exactly what her baby needs.

[weaselbrownie]

Can I request a draco smut with overstim and possibly squirting?? I'm a whore for that LOL. Thxx 💞💞

warning : smut

a/n : should i host a sleepover lol?

MASTERLIST

"You’ve got somethin to say?"

Draco hissed as he ruts into your overused cunt. Tonight he's a bit frustrated, having to lose to Gryffindor once again, he's taking his anger out on you– not that you mind. He's gotten you to cum three times already and you could already feel yourself slipping.

Your muscles ached as he gripped your calf– hoisting it up to his shoulder to get a better angle. You opened your mouth to speak but your body betrayed you, a whine falls out of you as your back arched– your high just around the corner.

"Yeah, I thought so... Enjoying yourself hm?" Draco proceeded to pound into you as his mouth lingers on the side of your jugular, sucking colorful hues into you that will unquestionably show tomorrow. His lips continued to travel down your body, stopping on your chest to catch your left breast in his mouth, sucking and slightly biting the hard bud– jolting electricity within your body.

"Drac– O-Oh fuck yes" You threw your head back– eyes shut as you found it hard to speak with the amount of pleasure you are receiving. Without having to see what's happening you could feel Draco's wet lips letting go of your nipple followed by the rough pad of his palm grabbing onto your jaw, shifting your attention to him.

"Watch that mouth or I'll stuff my cock down your throat again" His movement stops, your eyes jolting open to meet his eyes piercing into yours to make up his point,  "Do I make myself clear?" He asked again through gritted teeth, the grip he had on your jaw tightens, slightly squishing your cheeks upwards. You gradually nod your head not wanting to upset him. "Good" His voice sharp before moving his hips again, his pelvic bone hitting you just right, rocking your whole body again.

It didn't take long for the euphoric feeling stacked at the bottom of your stomach to come back, your toes curling, and your muscles tightening. Your body is numb yet you can feel Draco's hand slithering down the side of your body, the sensation lightly ticking you before his hand rests upon your clit, bringing his thumb to rub circles over the sensitive nub, dragging one loud whine out of you.

"C'mon angel you're right there" He encouraged as he started pounding into you again, the feeling of the veins on his cock rubbing against your tight walls and his rough thumb circling your clit was simply too much. Your hand found its way home to Draco's shoulder, sinking your nails onto him– leaving your marks as your high approaches you. "Let it go... I'm right behind you" His breath raspy as he dips his head down to the nip of your neck, his lips lingering on your clammy skin.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth formed an o yet no sound came out, arching your back as you hooked your arm around Draco's neck to keep him in place– his thrusts starting to become uneven. Draco's fingers didn't stop moving, helping you ride out your high until you eventually become too sensitive. He gave you one last powerful thrust before staying still, emptying himself into you.

You could feel it as thick ropes of cum started to fill you up. The sensation of his fingers on your overstimulated clit and his member twitching every once in a while made you whimper his name. Draco started to leave small nips of kisses down the side of your face, drawing himself up before pulling out of you.

Your chest heaved up and down as the feeling of his warm cum slowly leaked out of your overused cunt and onto the emerald sheets below. You started to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen– closing your eyes to take a breath as you saw stars gliding across the closed lids of your eyes.

Just as you thought you were finished you felt his lingering touch on the inside of your thigh, guiding you to open your legs again as he settles in between them. "Dray n-no" You muttered as your hand roamed the sheets in search of his.

"C'mon, why don't we try to pull one more out of you... you wanna be my good girl, no?" He murmured into your thigh, leaving kisses up until he was met with your cunt. "Look at this... so beautiful hm?" His fingers tracing around the outer lips of your cunt, gathering all the leaking juices and shoving them back into your warm hole.

"N-Nooo I wanna shower... " A whine slipped past your swollen lips, your fingers wrapping around his hand to stop him. You could see Draco's head lift up from the space between your open legs– delivering soft kisses on the inside of your thigh.

"You wanna use the safeword?" His head resting on your thigh, waiting for an answer. You bit your lip and tightened the grip you have on his hand before slowly opening your mouth to speak.

"I mean– N-No it's jus–"

"Then don't interrupt me" Draco dives back into you before delivering a harsh slap on your clit. Your body jolted up as you slightly closed your legs just for him to open them again. "That's what you get, hm" He hums as he entered his middle finger into you– slipping in so easily as the juices leaked out of you, making you squirm under his touch.

Draco lets you hold his left hand as his right started thrusting into you at a rapid speed. Since he didn't give you time to cool down another orgasm was fast approaching, stronger than the last one– you squirmed under him, lifting your hips to try to get away from his strong grip. "Stay still, won't you," He slipped another finger, in which your cunt gladly accepted with ease, swallowing his fingers greedily.

The once silent room is now filled with the sounds of his fingers driving itself into you and the soft mumbles of his name escaping your lips. You knew it wouldn't be long before you reach your high again– the fifth one of the night.

"You like my fingers?... Hm, tell me how you feel angel" His soft voice luring in the air as you gathered yourself to answer a simple question he asked. You nod your head and squeezed his hand but he didn't take it. "No, none of that c'mon... use your voice" He tuts, purposely slowing down his fingers just when it felt good.

"G-Good... So g-good Draco– I like y-your fingers" Your voice slurring– feeling his cold tongue on your clit, tracing shapes as his fingers thrust at a much faster pace. Your free hand went to roam his scalp, gripping his blond locks as you grinded yourself onto him which you know he loves.

"So close aren't you..." He mumbled as his tongue began lapping at your sopping cunt. He didn't need an answer to know that you were, the grip you had on both his hand and hair is tight, your back arched off the mattress and your toes curling– whining his name as you shut your eyes. "...there we go, so good f'me yeah?" His voice vibrated through your body, adding an insane amount of pressure on your oversensitive cunt. “Cum for me angel,”

For a moment everything went dark, all you felt was the adrenaline rushing through your veins and Draco's voice– far far away. The ringing in your ear surfaces for a split second before everything came rushing down. You felt him again, his tongue and his fingers helping you ride out your high. Your breath started to become heavy again as you felt Draco slowed down his movements, coming to a stop and giving your sensitive clit a kiss before getting up.

You didn't notice it at first as your vision was still blurry but Draco's face was wet, wetter than it should've been– then it hits you "Shit!... I'm so sorry did I do that?" Panic lacing in your voice as you tried to get up just to be pushed down by Draco again.

"Hey hey hey, slow down... Why are you sorry?" He asked as he leaned to the side to grab a towel, wiping his face before placing the towel on your cunt. Your face heats up as the embarrassment starts to take over you, letting go of his hand to hide your face in your own. You could hear him chuckle from the other side before he gently removed the hand covering your face.

"Angel, I really don't know what to tell you, but that was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed... don't start apologizing cause this is definitely not the last time I'm gonna make you do that," He said, affirming you before bringing your palm to his lips, leaving a kiss on each.

"Y-You're not mad?" You asked, unsure and scared for his answer.

"No of course not...You did so good, always so good f'me" His hand taking yours to place them on the back of his neck. Your fingers trembling as you played with the hair on his neck.

"Now let's get you that shower you wanted, yeah?"

TAGLIST : @microwavedhampster @whenuwereyoung @o-rion-sta-r @willowmores @youreso-golden @mzmalice3 @desiredmalfoy @hyuckiesgf @yiamalfoy @acciodignity

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

She’s the Man (Fellowship x Disguised as Boy! Reader)

Requested by anon

Warnings: mentions of domestic/sexual assault, nudity, awkward public bathing. Might trigger a gender identity crisis in some of you folks, but don’t worry, join the club—we’re getting jackets made.

Synopsis: after having run away from your noble family and horrid husband, you cut your hair short and start dressing like a boy, presenting yourself as one throughout all of Middle-earth. This becomes hard, though, as you start travelling with the Fellowship, where they start to suspect something is up with their young “boy” comrade.

Restrictions, restrictions, restrictions—that’s all you’ve ever known. You first noticed the tight chains on your soul when you were five, when your mother forbade you from playing with the local stable-hands.

You next noticed it when you were ten, being forced to wear tight corsets to shape your body before it even began blooming.

The final nail in the coffin, however, was when you turned fifteen, and were married off to a local, and quite old tradesman.

Though he dealt in silken fabrics, he was anything but smooth or soft. The night of your wedding was painful in all regards, for at fifteen you weren’t even sure if you were allowed to remove the tight corset during the act.

Five years more of total misery accompanied you, as you were forced to attend noble banquets and celebrations.

You encountered a wide range of people, from the likes of Denethor and his two sons, to the sickly Rohan King. Of course, they did not encounter you, for you were not allowed to speak unless spoken to, which was rare.

The two sons of Denethor and King Théoden’s own son, Théodred, as well as his two cousins, Eowyn and Eomer, were the only ones to initiate conversation with you.

You quickly realized they were better-spirited than their parents, but didn’t have the chance to explore more. A tight grip on your wrist from your husband silenced you, as he tore you away from the circle of new acquaintances quickly.

That night, life in your guestroom with your husband was a living hell, as he reminded you whom exactly you belonged to.

That was the night you snapped.

Bruised and sore, you wept into your sheets. Your husband had long-gone to drink more wine at the party, leaving his young wife alone in a state of mess.

It was around the third hour of crying that you studied the tapestry on the wall above your bed. With hair wettened by your tears clinging to your puffy cheeks, you ran your reddened eyes along the art.

It depicted a strong soldier atop a horse, riding into battle. A sword was drawn, and his short hair flowing in the wind behind him.

Subconsciously, you reached up to your own hair, long in length—your husband’s desire—and pulled on it.

As mounted in every room, two swords crossed each other over a shield, making a pretty decoration above the mantle.

Looking between the bruises inside your thighs, the tapestry and the sword, your jaw quickly set. Your eyes hardened, as you threw the sheets off your frame and stalked towards the mantle.

Glancing over your shoulder, you ensured no one was entering your room. With an emotional mind made up, you removed both swords from the shield.

Hastily, you used one to bar the door shut, and walked to the centre of the room with the other. With no candlelight around, you knelt on the fur rug under a square beam of moonlight, which poured in through the bedroom windows.

You looked at your reflection in the sword, and studied the state of your misery. Despising your parents, your husband and your life, you quickly put the sword to your hair.

With only a second to build the courage, you sliced all long locks from your head, springing forward a boyish look—instantly freeing yourself from your lifelong chains.

Breathing heavily in shock, you looked at the clump of hair on the floor, and picked it up. One hand ran through your now very short locks, and the other fingered the cut clump.

However, shocked breaths soon turned into joyous laughter, as your chest swelled with pride and your eyes watered.

Standing up swiftly, you ran towards the bathroom and opened the drawers. Finding a pair of scissors, you got to work and began styling your hair further.

Soon, you were left looking like a boy, by Middle-earth’s human standards. Your hair barely scraped the nape of your neck at the back, and in front, you had a fringe swooping to one side.

Grinning brightly, and now on a roll, you ran back to the mantle. Opening your husband’s drawers, you quickly discarded your nightgown and slipped his tunic on.

Shrugging the loose fit over your form, you secured it with a thick brown belt, trousers and used your own boots.

Studying yourself in the mirror, you realized this must be how you would’ve looked if born a boy, and you were surprised within yourself over liking it.

Throwing your clump of cut hair into the fire, you soon began tying sheets together. That night, you escaped down the window and fled the city atop a stolen horse, riding towards your new life.

Five years passed by, and you had been on the run ever since. Life was never easy for you, but at least now you were calling the shots.

You had taken to your new life as a boy, like a duck to water, presenting yourself as the rather quiet and distant “Arlo”.

You kept your head down and worked hard wherever you went, whether as a blacksmith’s apprentice, baker’s boy or stablehand.

Your most favourite part of the road, however, was learning to use a sword. With a book stolen from a library and five years’ worth of nights to practice, you had become quite skilled. The spite drove you forward.

You vowed no one would ever best you in combat again, pushing you harder every day. Your best friend and only companion was your horse, Paxton, and together the two of you explored Middle-earth to its very ends.

Along your travels, you had taken to competing in swordfight competitions, where you earned most of your cash. Swindling them, you presented yourself as a weak and frail boy, but in the end ultimately beat them all.

You gained a reputation quickly, and were slightly infamous for your swordsman skills, despite being so small.

It was this reputation that led you to Elrond’s secret council in Rivendell.

Your eyes had gone wide in alarm upon entering the petal-strewn area—where the council was set to be held—for Boromir, one of Denethor’s sons, was there.

You almost turned and ran, but he caught your eye quickly. You didn’t know whether or not to avoid his gaze, but that would bring about suspicion.

He instead smiled warmly at you, and thought nothing of your appearance. You nodded back tightly, and took your seat far away from him.

You ended up sitting next to an elf, for you knew their gender worked differently from yours. He himself looked a little girlish, so you believed he’d think nothing of your appearance.

He studied you with a side-glance as you sat down, and nodded curtly. You clenched your jaw and nodded back, moving your eyes forwards again.

You discreetly let out a sigh of relief, as you found the coast to be clear. No one figured you to be a girl.

Soon, Elrond joined the council. You felt your breath hitch in your throat, as you realized his puzzled eyes lingered on you a little too long.

Worried he’d rat you out, you looked away. Knitting his brows, Elrond slowly tore his eyes away from you, and began the council.

Long story-short, you had been invited to participate on a dangerous quest, all food and expenses paid for. Unable to pass up such a good opportunity for you and your horse, you reluctantly agreed, offering your sword to the hobbit sworn to carrying Sauron’s ring.

The first few nights you kept to yourself, as an awkward air befell the Fellowship—none really knowing each other nor knowing how to interact.

Very quickly, cliques formed.

The hobbits kept to each other in a pack, Gandalf joining them. Aragorn and Legolas joined forces, and Boromir, Gimli and yourself found ranks in solitude.

However, this was not to last forever.

Boromir had attempted many times to strike up conversation with you, as besides Aragorn, you were the only other “man” there.

You kept it short and courteous, but made it apparent very quickly to everyone there that you were in no position to begin friendships. This was a job to you—nothing more, nothing less.

That still did not stop anyone from trying, though. After Boromir, Gimli was next. The topic of the night around the campfire was “women”, as they all discussed their perfect partner.

The conversation divided the group in half, over those choosing to go more physical in nature a direction, and the other half preferring emotions.

Gimli laughed heartily and elbowed you in the shoulder. “Forget this lot, eh? I bet you and I are exactly alike, laddie! Thick thighs and body hair all over! Am I right?”

Laughing nervously, you rubbed at the back of your neck. “Uh…not really…”

He blinked up at you in surprise for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders and pressing on in the conversation. Legolas studied you from across the fire, and made a mental note of your words.

Later on, when you were all setting up your rugs, Legolas approached you. He crouched down by your side and began helping to unroll your pack.

You recoiled from him slightly, and stared up in alarm. He looked back down at you briefly with a tight-lipped smile, and spoke.

“I agree with you from earlier,” he said. “I believe partnership should be about romance and emotions, not physical acts. How about you, mellon nin? Have a lady waiting back at home for you?”

You sputtered up at the prince, before averting your eyes and rolling your pack out faster. “No, I…uh, that’s not really my area…”

Legolas knitted his brows for a moment in confusion, before his lips parted in sudden understanding.

“Oh. Oh! Well, um…do you have a gentleman waiting back at home for you, then?”

Snapping your eyes up at him once more, you flushed.

“No! No! I, look—I’m really kinda tired.” You made a show of yawning loudly. “And I think I just wanna get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning, though…brother?”

Legolas blinked down at you a few times, before speaking and rising to his legs. “Oh! Uh, sure…that’s no hassle. Rest well…brother?”

“Will do,” you drew out, laying down.

He threw a glance over his shoulder at you, before walking away. He caught Aragorn’s eye as he walked past, with the ranger sat there puffing away on his pipe.

They both tightened their lips, looked away and raised their brows, figuring you were just a moody boy.

The most awkward situation of all, however, came a few weeks later. Having managed to sneak away from the Fellowship, you found a nice river, of which you could bathe in.

Paxton followed suit, keeping your towel wrapped over his saddle. He snorted in worry as you began to undress, revealing your body to the running river.

“It’s fine,” you laughed, girlishly. Your voice had returned to its normal pitch, for the first time in a long time. “Just because I’m pretending to be a boy as I travel with them, doesn’t mean I have to smell like one!”

Paxton snorted, and you knew he was telling you to hurry.

“All right, all right,” you laughed again, stepping into the water. You hugged your chest as you dipped below, submerging yourself fully.

Rising again, you exhaled a sigh of relief, and began washing the grime from your hair and face.

You were only in there for so long, however, for soon boyish laughter came from up the forested incline.

“Out of the way!” Pippin called, stripping off his clothes.

“No! You move!” Merry shouted back, also stripping down.

Behind them both, was the rest of the entire Fellowship, save for Gandalf.

Your eyes grew wide in alarm, as you watched them all meet the river’s bank. They then began undressing—Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, Legolas and the hobbits included.

Soon, they each all jumped into the water, splashing one another and laughing loudly. You found a large boulder within the river nearby, and swam behind it.

Peeking out from the side, you watched them all swim closer in a group to where you were. They began cleaning themselves, and soon just started to wade around—relishing in the cool feeling.

However, as you tried to swim away discreetly, Legolas’ elven ears caught you. He narrowed his eyes, and began swimming over to your rock.

Knowing you would be caught if you tried to flee, you pressed your back firm against the rock, lapping up against it.

Legolas was now upon you, and looked around the corner to find what was behind it. Once he saw it was only you, he beamed brightly.

Rising up out of the water, he folded his arms over the rock and leaned over, looking down at you.

You tried to not let your eyes drift or slip, as you stared back up at him. However, mistakes were made (but clearly not on his parents’ behalf).

“Hello, Arlo!” he announced merrily. “We didn’t know you were also in here.”

Upon hearing your name, the rest of the Fellowship waved you over, asking you to join them.

You chuckled nervously and began swimming backwards and away, speaking as you did so. “Oh, no…that’s quite all right! I, uh…just remembered I actually have something to do—”

“Oh, no! Don’t be like that!” Boromir chastised. He grabbed your wrist gently and reeled you back in towards him and Legolas.

Your shoulders went rigid, as you nearly brushed up against their bare bodies.

Soon, the hobbits, Gimli and Aragorn swam over to you, and you were more thankful now for the darkness of night than you had ever been.

Though, with one slither of moonlight in the right spot, you’d soon be exposed.

“Please don’t leave on our behalf, Arlo,” Aragorn encouraged, placing a hand on your wet shoulder. “It is good for team morale to bond like this. Besides, we’re all men here.”

“Some more than others!” Gimli announced. You looked up in the direction of his voice, and immediately covered your eyes.  

Gimli was stood with his hands on his hips, proudly naked atop your boulder.

“I am the king of this rock!” he announced. “Any competitors who’d like to have a go at pushing me off?”

“Please,” Legolas rolled his eyes, before he, too, swam over to the boulder and climbed atop it. “This will be the easiest fight of my life.”

Catching more than you wanted to see, you made a squeal of rejection, before forcibly pushing your way through the group and heading towards the bank.

Paxton met you quickly, and you swiftly wrapped the towel over your shoulders like a cloak, as to not make it obvious what you were covering, but doing so nonetheless.

“I’m sorry,” you said to them, “but I truly do have something else to do…literally anything else. I’ll see you all back at camp.”

They watched as you left in a hurry, and shared glances with one another. Thinking nothing of it, besides your usual mood, they shrugged and returned to what they were doing.

This continued on for quite some time, throughout the entire Fellowship journey. Though, you never again attempted to bathe with them all around.

Fortunately, your travels soon took you out of the woods, and into the cities. Many fights had passed your small group, smaller now than before, by.

The most recent of battles saw many great feats—the “Battle of the Pelennor Fields” it was called.

In this battle, you had fought formidably. However, the true victory for women that day went to Eowyn. She had removed her helmet in the middle of the fight, pronounced she was “not a man”, like you had wanted to do so many times, and slayed the Witch-king of Angmar.

You were inspired greatly, but also so furious at yourself. You were also slightly jealous over the attention she got.

“What a brave woman,” Gimli would say.

“I’ve never met a woman so bold,” Merry added on.

“Truly remarkable,” Legolas agreed.

The six of you were sat in a stone courtyard together, camping out in the aftermath of the fight. Your jaw was rigid with fury, as you listened to them praise Eowyn over something you had been doing for the past few months.

Rolling your eyes, and making a show of turning over in your sleeping bag harshly, you quickly gained the Fellowship’s attention.

“Oh, and what is your problem, laddie?” Gimli snarked.

“Upset you were outshined by a girl?” Legolas taunted as well.

“You’re not that misogynistic, are you?” Merry chortled.

Aragorn glanced between your turned back and the laughing boys, before taking his own turn at scolding you.

“Arlo, Eowyn was a great asset today, and we are guests in her company. I will not see you sulking towards her remarkable feats.”

You glared at him over your shoulder, before huffing and returning to sleeping on your side. Your arms were folded over your chest, and your body burning in jealous rage.

“Gosh, what is the matter with you?” Legolas asked next, truly fed up with your attitude. “Why are you always in a bad mood?”

“Wouldn’t have taken you for a misogynist either,” Gimli remarked, smacking his gums as he ate a chicken leg.

You stayed on your side with your back turned to them for a few moments, glaring at the wall. However, the rage in your chest soon gave way to a lump in your throat, as you soon felt your secret burst within you.

“I’m not a misogynist…” you spoke up.

“Poppycock,” Gimli called you out.

Sighing, you sat up and looked at them to your side. “I’m not a misogynist, because…I’m not even a boy.”

Silence echoed around the courtyard, as your travel companions blinked back at you.

“What?” Pippin asked, squinting his eyes. “What do you mean you’re ‘not a boy’?”

Groaning through another sigh, and rolling your head, you pressed on. “I mean I’m NOT a boy! I’m a girl, for Eru’s sake…I’ve just been…presenting myself as one, for…reasons.”

“What reason could you possibly have to lie about something like that?” Legolas asked, not entirely believing you.

Feeling the urge to cry rising within you, you inhaled a deep breath and answered. “Nothing you men would understand.”

“I’m sorry,” Merry laughed, “but I don’t believe you at all. There’s no way you’re a girl.”

Glaring at him, you knew his words to be true. Knowing how to prove you were indeed a girl, you reached into your loose tunic, and began unwrapping the bind around your chest.

Pulling it out, you threw it down in front of the now gaping group. Without a shred of chivalry, still disbelieving you to be a girl at all, they glanced between the fabric and your chest, which indeed proved your gender.

“I don’t believe it…” Pippin whispered, staring with wide eyes.

In fact, they all did. With six pairs of male eyes on your chest, you felt very vulnerable and covered yourself.

This seemed to jolt them back to their senses, as they coughed uncomfortably and looked away.

The only one still looking into your eyes, was Aragorn. “Why did you feel the need to lie, my lady?”

Being called a “lady” for the first time in five years opened up a floodgate of emotions, as you wept into your hand.

“Yep, definitely a girl,” Merry rolled his eyes. A swift punched to his arm from Legolas silenced him.

Now knowing exactly how to deal with you, Aragorn stood up and crouched before you. He placed a tentative hand on your shoulder, and encouraged the other boys to come forwards, until they were sat all around you in a comforting circle.

“What is your real name, young maiden?” Aragorn asked softly.

Still sniffling into your hand, and bearing a downcast head, you spoke up in a barely audible voice.

“Y/n…” you revealed.

“What a beautiful name, Y/n,” he smiled warmly.

Like a turn of the tides, the boys all around took you under their wing, as if you were their own little sister. Everything about you now made sense, and they felt at ease with you instantly.

And, surprisingly, you found the same about them, regarding yourself. You didn’t at all feel threatened by their presence, but instead protected.

“I’m sorry,” you wept, shaking your head. “I had no choice, they made me marry him, and I-I couldn’t stay there, and then I had to make money so I ran with the lie and—”

They shushed your incoherent crying quickly, and rubbed at both your knees, back and shoulders comfortingly.  

They gained more information about your previous life in those few seconds than they had before in the last few months. They didn’t need to know anymore, nor wanted to, from the sounds of it all.

“Please don’t kick me out of the Fellowship…” you sniffled.

“Why would we do that?” Gimli laughed. “We now have TWO remarkable women in our ranks! Eowyn AND Y/n!

“A great win for us, indeed!” Legolas agreed brightly.

A smile broke through your tears, as they shook you softly and commended your swordswoman skills excitedly.

This carried on for a few moments, before you spoke up again, now smiling around at them through almost dried tears.

“So…you don’t mind about me lying? Or being a…woman?”

They shook their heads and returned your smile. “Not at all, lassie.”

Before the conversation could progress, however, Legolas suddenly recalled something.

“WAIT!” he gasped loudly, thinking back to the river. “THAT MEANS YOU SAW ALL OUR—”

“Let’s agree to never speak of it again, okay?”

“Aye, never again…sister.”

[spenciegoob]

Dethroned (Requested)

A/N: I know the request said the relationship between Reader and Luke is platonic, but I kinda dropped subtle hints that Luke is slightly pining for Reader... oop.

Request: smutty post-prison Reid being jealous. Like him just being absolutely in love with reader, like he had been since she joined the BAU but was too nervous to say anything so settled for being mega close best friends. Then when he returns from prison he finds out that her and Luke have become close friends whilst he’s been gone (its simply platonic though) and he ends up snapping and just absolutely annihilating the reader over her desk in the office after everyone else has left

Pairing: Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: jealous!spencer, exhibition, hair pulling, degradation/praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Masterlist

Word Count: 3.9K

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It was a gradual realization on his part. Spencer was so overwhelmed with coming home, his mom and Cat to even really take notice in the shift of your attention from him to Luke Alvez.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored him since his return. You were Spencer’s best friend, the title he settled on all those years ago when you all but skipped into the BAU and into his life.

And it wasn’t like you didn’t have other male friends. Before his leave, Derek and you had gotten along pretty well right off the bat, and Spencer never thought about it twice. If anything, he was ecstatic that two people that were so important in his life were also important to each other.

But when Spencer was stuck behind physical bars that represented every feeling for you he’s tried to keep at bay, you found comfort in Luke. He couldn’t blame you for that either, especially when the first time you visited him all he could see was hurt in your eyes, and all he could do was stare back with the same expression.

The first time he noticed the shift was after everything had settled, and the groove of life, for the team at least, was back in motion. You all had decided to go out and grab a drink, and the second you agreed, Spencer was also on board. He would follow you just about anywhere if it meant the smile on your face when he said yes stayed forever.

Luke had whispered something in your ear, the music in the bar too loud for Spencer to catch what it was. It had to be hilarious by the way you threw your head back in laughter, Luke’s eyes immediately dropping to the newly exposed skin, before nudging his shoulder with yours. 

Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off the conversation in front of him. He should have when the grip on his glass was so hard it could’ve shattered. 

“You know, kid, if you talked to her, she’d know how you feel,” Rossi had told him that night.

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” Spencer thought in his head, but merely gave Rossi a whatever, and walked away to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror that night, hoping the disgust he felt for how angry he got whenever he saw you with Luke was enough to make it disappear.

It never did.

Like right now, Spencer sat at his desk, a rubber band ball being suffocated in his hand as he watched you perch yourself on top of Luke’s desk. It was an innocent act on you part, but the way Luke leaned back in his chair, opening himself up to you, and allowed his eyes to flicker to your bare legs that were swinging back and forth softly was definitely not innocent... not in Spencer’s book anyway.

It came as no surprise to Spencer that Luke would at the very least find you attractive. You were, in every aspect. Spencer could stare at your for hours, and sometimes, he did.

He would look at the way your skirt hugged your curves in the best possible way, or he would stare at your neck when you leaned back to stretch out. He would watch the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs, a nervous habit you’ve always had. Spencer would think about how soft they probably were, like silk rubbing against each other.

But now Luke was also looking at you like that while you talked about what you were going to do this weekend. 

“If you’re not busy, you should totally come,” you told him, obviously excited with the idea of Luke tagging along to wherever you planned on going.

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” he agreed, and when he did, you jumped up off his desk, enthusiasm practically dripping from you.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, I promise!” And then you did the one thing Spencer silently begged you would never. You kissed Luke on the cheek before scurrying back to your desk.

Of course you would kiss him on the cheek. To you, that was a seemingly innocent and friendly action, one that Spencer had been on the receiving end of for the past 10 years. 

But now, Luke stole his crown and was flaunting it in front of Spencer’s face like an older brother who just got an XBOX for Christmas. Okay, maybe Spencer was a tad on the dramatic side, but how could he not be when Luke all but physically railed you over his desk when his eyes unashamedly did?

There were many things Spencer could take and get back up like nothing had happened. He’s been shot, punched, kicked, framed for murder and hell, he even stabbed himself, but none of that compared to the deep rooted anger that blossomed in his chest like a flame to gasoline when the thought of Luke touching you swarmed his brain.

Enough was enough.

“Alright, you’ve all worked enough today. Please, go home and get some rest,” Emily’s voice traveled from outside her office door to the agents that still inhabited the bullpen like a second home. Most, including Emily in its rarity, gathered their stuff to finally call it a night.

“So, you’ll text me the information?” Luke asked you as he was putting his jacket on. You had yet to move from your slouched position over whatever paperwork you insisted on finishing before leaving. 

“Yeah, definitely!” You beamed up at him before returning back to your case file immediately. Luke walked away with a little more pep in his step than usual per Spencer’s analysis. 

“Hey, Spence. Do you think you can hang back a second and look over this for me?” You asked him, catching the attention of the stumbling genius as he tried to get back to his apartment as fast as possible and deal with his... issues with you and SSA Luke Alvez.

He was going to say no, really he tried, but when he looked up to your puppy dog eyes and slight pout, how could he? Spencer knew you were giving him that face on purpose, he had told you in the past that if you were to ever give him your best puppy dog eyes, he could never refuse.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the...

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer made his way over to your desk that was piled high in paperwork more than anyone else’s.

“I took a bunch of work home, and I accidentally dropped all my files and they scattered every where. So now, all the paperwork is mixed up and Emily needs these by tonight. Basically I’m screwed, but I just wanted to make sure the arsonist in Kentu-”

“I’ll help you,” Spencer interrupted your rambling once he got a grip on himself after adjusting to being so close to you. The smell of your perfume wafted into Spencer’s nose and got him drunk faster than any alcohol could ever. 

“Oh no, Spence. Don’t worry I can handle this,” you immediately shut him down, but Spencer was not easy to convince, and once his mind is set to something, there’s no changing it.

“I want to, trust me.” Spencer had started to roll his desk chair over to you. You sat there momentarily stunned for two reasons:

1. He had dropped everything to help you.

2. He wasn’t affected by the close proximity of you two the same way you were, or at least knew how to hide it really well.

The buzzing of your phone on your desk pulled you from your trance as Spencer settled next to you and went to pull a new file from your overgrowing pile. 

You picked it up to find a text from Luke, opening your phone to a picture of Roxy enjoying the toy you got her last week.

Spencer turned to you to find you smiling and letting out a breathy laugh at your phone.

“What?” He asked, more sarcasm dripping from his tone than expected. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

“Just Luke and Roxy. I love that dog so much,” you said while putting your phone on silent and setting it face down. You didn’t look up at Spencer, but if you did you’d find him beet red with anger, and holding the armrests of his chair a little tighter than necessary. 

“Hm,” was all he mumbled in response. This, you didn’t ignore.

“Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this with me,” you fumbled over your words, worried that your clumsiness and disorganization was what was annoying Spencer.

“No no, it’s not this. I like paperwork, actually.” You finally looked over at Spencer to find him already staring at you. His gaze bore into you like a blade to the gut, his intensity something you had never been on the receiving end of. It would be a lie if you were to say it wasn’t making you nervous.

“Then what is it.” Your words were not meant to come out as a whisper, but with Spencer’s intimidation and the way it made your stomach flip, you were overwhelmed already.

“Nothing, just, uh,” his confident persona was gone just as quickly as it came. “You and Luke, huh?”

Now it makes sense. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched across your features at his unknowing admission. Spencer Reid was jealous, actually jealous.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend.” Your emphasis on the word friend did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words crawling up his throat out.

“I’m sure he thinks the same about you. The profile in this case fi-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Two can play at this game, and if it was going to end the way the two of you were unknowingly both hoping, you would have to succumb to the rules.

“Hm? Oh! So you’re oblivious to the way he looks at you?” Spencer spat back, jealous intimidation turning to full anger now.

“Jesus, Spencer. Of course I’m not oblivious, but that doesn’t mean I look at him like that.” At this point, you stood up from your chair, Spencer’s approach throwing you off and getting you more worked up than you cared to admit.

“Besides, I have eyes for someone else,” you mumbled quietly under your breath, but Spencer caught it. “I’m calling the night. I suggest you do the same.”

You picked up as many files you could, not wanting to reach over Spencer before turning around to make you descent home.

Before you could get far, though, Spencer grabbed your elbow and spun you back to crash into his hard chest. You gasped, not making eye contact and instead opting for staring at his lips.

“Who?” Spencer asked, also not looking up from your lips. Both of your minds swarmed with the desperation to feel each other’s against your own.

“You.” And that was all he needed to finally succumb to his mind’s wishes. Your lips moved together like a violin bow to a string, creating a perfectly conducted symphony of files falling from your arms and deep inhales of each other.

Spencer reached out behind you, never taking his lips off yours and pushed anything that was on your desk with a deafening crash. Pens, papers and tape now littered the bullpen floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when all you could feel were Spencer’s hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up to sit you on your now clear desk.

His lips finally detached from yours, the need for oxygen getting in the way of a kiss you wish could last for eternity. They didn’t go very far, Spencer attacking your neck with little nips, surely to leave incriminating bruises. Your hips started to involuntarily roll forward, searching for friction from his hardening member still constrained by his work slacks.

“Spencer, please,” you begged, needing to feel him, all of him at this moment. His lips abandoned your neck to slowly pull back and scan your body like a predator indulging in his final prey one last time before he answered.

“Please what, Princess,” Spencer whispered, his hands moving down to grip your thighs that were attempting to squeeze together at your new pet name.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered back. His deep chuckle resonated through you as he leaned closer until he was directly next to your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck causing you to arch your back slightly.

“Right here on your desk like a little whore,” he whispered against you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Spencer shook his head slightly as he pulled back to grab your chin lightly with two fingers, forcing your head back.

He leaned in as close as possible to whisper against your lips one last time. “Only for you.”

Time stopped as hands sped up in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off, lips molding together like a lock and key never wanting to separate, and hips involuntarily grinding against each other in search for some friction in an overwhelming search for release.

Only when Spencer gave up on your shirt buttons and ripped the fabric apart, adding drums in the form of buttons hitting the desk and floor to the song you two collectively decided to dance to tonight, did he allow his lips to leave yours. Slowly, he nipped his way back down your neck, pushing you back softly until your body fully rolled down on the cool wood underneath you. 

Spencer’s eyes found yours again as his hands inched behind you, silently asking for permission to break down yet another barrier between your two bodies. After a pleading whimper from you, he unclasped your bra and slowly pulled it down your arms. 

Spencer maintained eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before sinking his teeth in teasingly. Your back arched into him, a strangled whimper leaving your body as the heat between your thighs increased significantly.

“Spencer please hurry. I need you,” you whimpered softly, pulling his hair back from the top of his head in hopes of getting him in an area far more dire in need of attention. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Spencer mumbles in between kisses inching back up your body. His hands make their way under your skirt as he continues. “I want to take my time with you, but given our circumstances,” he paused to take a look at the deserted bullpen. “I’ll give you what you want, and fuck you like a whore.”

There was no other way to explain the way Spencer ripped your panties off so hard the lace snapped under his force than animalistic. He wasted no time stuffing them into his back pocket, and fully separating from you to stand straight and unbuckle his belt. Spencer’s eyes stared down at you, taking in every part of your body to file away in his brain in case he ever needs it. His once honey brown orbs were now absorbed with black, his pupils full and his eyes displaying a kind of fire only lust can fuel.

Once his belt was fully off, he smirked and folded it in his hands. Staring at the new object of his desire, he tantalizingly shook it back and forth slowly, watching the way it bounced with his movements.

“Should I gag you with this so you don't alert the whole goddamn building of how desperate you are?” Spencer looked back at you to find your cheeks a deep shade of red, partially at his degrading tone, but mostly at the idea of being gagged.

“No, sir. I wanna feel you.” The title slipped past your lips with no control or hesitation. Your cheeks burned further as Spencer’s movements stopped, his eyes widening slightly. 

“Fuck it,” he whispered before throwing the belt on the floor and unzipping his pants with more speed than you've ever seen him move. 

Spencer gave you zero time to even register his size before he was stepping in between your legs, lining himself up and slamming into you to the hilt with one hand, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back hard, all while never taking his eyes off you.

You couldn’t stop the loud gasp leaving your body as Spencer groaned at the feeling of you around him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he grounded out, the soft growl in his tone causing you to whimper and clench around him.

When he felt you start to squirm underneath him after adjusting to his size, Spencer started to move, setting a brutal pace immediately. Your entire body felt like it became engulfed in flames, the feeling of Spencer repeatedly hitting the sweetest spot inside you over and over with a force unmatched was too much to handle.

Tears started to well in your eyes as the soft whimpers and pleads left your lips. Spencer pulled himself from his position tucked neatly into your neck to stare down at you, never relenting on his pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess,” he teased, a smirk growing across his features at your tears. “Is it too much for your little cunt? What happened to the girl that begged to be fucked like a whore?”

Spencer let go of his grip on your hair to wipe the tears blackened with mascara that were running down your face. 

“So good, sir. Please don’t stop,” you mumbled, only half coherent. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer filling you completely. His dark eyes flickered down from your face only for a second, but when he looked back up at you, excitement joined the lust in them, a swirl of emotions destined to destroy you in the end.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands that was gripping his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks he wished would last forever. He placed in on your stomach, and confusion filled your mind for a moment until you felt the tip of his cock hit your hand.

“You feel that, Princess? You feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up.” Your back arched, and you finally released a loud, wanton moan at his words. Spencer didn’t miss the way you clenched around him tighter at the thought. “God, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, make you - fuck- carry my child. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each word, and when Spencer lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow, hitting you impossibly deeper, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

“Oh G-god, Spence. I- I’m gonna....”

“It’s okay, Princess. I’ve got you,” he groaned back, lifting two fingers to your lips before forcing them into your mouth. Instinctively, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his digits. “Let go, Princess.”

All you needed was his permission before letting your orgasm rock through you, the muscles in your body seemingly losing and gaining all the tension in the world at once, your vision going white, and your mind blank except for one thought; Spencer.

Your loud moans were blocked by his fingers pushing deeper down your throat, catching them before any unwanted guests could hear. 

Your moans started to turn to whimpers around his fingers as the overstimulation kicked in. Spencer could sense it by the way you still clung to him as tightly as possible.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re doing so well, Princess, taking all of me,” he growled out, his hips losing their rhythm, signaling his own impending orgasm. Spencer leaned down further, pushing your leg farther up in the process, and again, hitting you deeper than imaginable.

Two more sloppy thrusts in that position, and Spencer was coming deep in you with your name and different praises being groaned in your ear. He bottomed out once more, coming to a stop buried deep, both of you trying your hardest to catch your breath.

When he started to pull out, you whimpered immediately at the feeling.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done,” Spencer whispered, caressing your cheek as he fully unsheathed himself. The abandoned weight of him on top of you, and the loss of his cock filling you up left you cold as he went to rummage through your drawers for tissues, but all you could do was stare up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, your body still slightly twitching.

When Spencer returned to you, he sat you up and kissed your forehead before reaching in between your legs to clean you up. The second the tissue hit your sensitive cunt, you winced.

Spencer looked back up at you but before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling softly as you reached up to caress his cheek. Upon your approval, he went back to cleaning you up. “Actually, I’m more than okay. That was.. That was-”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I know, right?”

“Maybe we should thank Luke,” you teased him. Immediately, his smile faded and he looked up at you with an expression that can only read “Seriously?”

You let out a full laugh now, obviously still entertained with the idea that the Dr. Spencer Reid was jealous of Luke Alvez.

“I’m joking,” you said, your smile turning from one of hilarity to adoration as Spencer straightened back up to stand between your legs and wrap his arms around your waist. “And Spence, it’s always been you. Not Luke, not anyone else. You.” You emphasized your point by jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Good, because that would make this really awkward,” he said back. You tilted your head in confusion to which he laughed at before continuing. “Do you want to go grab dinner?”

Your cheeks blushed profusely as he asked you out as if you didn’t just let him take you over your own desk at work. 

“I would love to say yes, but I still have to finis-” When you turned around to look at the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete, it was no longer on your desk, but scattered around it. During the rush of trying to feel each other completely, the two of you failed to notice the stack of files that started this whole thing had fallen all over the bullpen floor.

“Emily is going to kill me,” you said, turning back to Spencer who was still staring at the now empty spot on your desk.

“Actually, she has two reasons to kill us now.” You threw you head back in laughter, Spencer joining you at the thought of Emily finding out about the last 30 minutes. “But seriously, you go deal with the security footage, and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Hmmmm...” You pretended to ponder the thought of not having to do all of that paperwork by yourself anymore. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Spencer repeated back, smiling softly before kissing you one more time.

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hiiiii !!! if you are accepting requests at the moment, can i ask something about reader and tom expecting a baby, one day while he’s drunk she sees him flirting with another women and when she confronts him he snaps at her and tells her he’s not ready for this “shit”. So they broke up and broke contact for months, until he shows in her apartment regretting his words and they talk but she suddenly at that moment gets into labor?!? I remember seeing a concept similar in a movie but I would love if you couldn’t bring it to life! Thank you so much in advance, appreciate your work a lot 🧸🤎

right so I loved this so much it has become a multiple parter and im not even going to apologise. so thanku so so much anon for getting me out a little rut!!!

summary: when toms caught out all hope looks lost - probs part 1 of 3 but it could get a bit longer too lol

warnings: serious angst, reference to abortion, cheating, a whole lot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry)

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“Hi babe, just to let you know Yamna’s invited me out for dinner this evening so don’t worry if you get home early and im not back! I love you x”

It was a spur of the moment plan, which was a rarity recently. The past 5 months since you’d found out, you could name barely 5 occasions you’d been out past 8 oclock- trading your heels for fuzzy slippers and dresses for massively oversized tops and joggers. It wasn’t how you had expected to be spending the summer before your 25th birthday but it was now your life. The rooftop bars, the wild nights, the get aways had all sort of been cancelled for… for the rest of your life.

Because an 8 month pregnant belly isn’t something you can ignore.

Sure…. it wasn’t the plan. Not the plan to be pregnant with your boyfriend of only 6 months, who at the time you didn’t even live with. But you were making it work. And now, you were just excited. It was the start of a new story with Tom, and you’d got past the phase of being sad and mourning your youth. Because the little bubba inside of you, she was pretty awesome and you really couldn’t wait to meet her.

So yes, you had been home alone eating ice cream from a tub when Yamna knocked on the door. She’d been one of your best mates for as long as you could remember so when she’d turned up unannounced with mascara smeared under her eyes you’d cancelled your plans of a pathetic alone evening. Her boss had just given her the sack - which was no surprise. He was a backwards tory old git who couldn’t handle the fact Yamna was a woman doing the job better than he could ever dream of.

So yes, you’d suggested going out to the fancy new bar down the road - to celebrate the fact she no longer had to put up with the arsehole. Obviously you couldn’t drink and neither did Yamna, but you go to a bar for the atmosphere - and the selection of mocktails they had was insane.

Your boyfriend Tom was already out, he said he had a meeting and then dinner with some execs he needed to shmoosh. Of course you didn’t mind, but he had been working a lot recently, in order to be able to have the time off when your baby girl arrives.

So after sending a little text and giving Yamna another hug to try and turn the evening from disappointment to celebration you walked out the door with a smile on your face. Maybe you could pretend, just for an evening to not be pregnant and whale-like?

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The bar was just a 10 minute walk so it wasn’t long before the two of you were soaking up the atmosphere. It was all decorated in a rustic fashion, with old exposed wood and dangling lightbulbs from the ceiling and the drinks were incredible. The type that have dry ice or flames or some other sort of fantastical display of edible decorations. Even Yamna had perked up, especially when a guy from the table across had bought you both a round of drinks.

“I’m just gonna pop to the loo.”

“Do you really need the toilet or do you just want to parade infornt of the fit rich man who keeps looking at you?”

“ Is both an option?” You laughed as Yamna slipped off her stool, winking rather dramatically as she did so. She was unbelievable - but at least this way she wasn’t thinking about her work, or lack thereof, anymore.

Happily you sat scrolling though your phone, seeing that tom had messaged you with an okay, before flicking through instagram.

And that was where the happiness ended.

For in a hurried manner, with a face looking a lot more ghosted than when she left, Yamna took her seat again.

“Are you okay?” Immediately your worry took over, the way she was biting her lip and not meeting your eyes not helping.

“I um yeh-yeh. Just I think I saw Tom.”

“Tom as in my Tom?” Her almost guilty looking nod had your scrunching your eyebrows, why was it such a big deal Tom was inside?

“He didn’t see me I don’t think but er… he just looked pretty close to a girl and I-“

To be honest you stopped listening at that point, heart dropping out the bottom of your chest. Because it made sense, he had been so distant recently and even if you’d been lying to yourself that it were work - this seemed much more likely. Whilst nodding along, pretending to listen to Yamna, instead your attention was solely focused on fiddling with the promise ring he’d got you after the two of you decided to keep the baby. He’d been so committed, so ready for this unexpected news. He’d said he was in for the long haul.

“Y/n?”

“sorry I um… it’s probably just a work colleague he needs to sweet talk. I’ll um-I’ll just go say hello.”

“I’m coming with you.” She spoke astutely, very much forcing herself into the situation.

“No no I’ll… I’ll come back if I need you, just wait here.”

Her face was so grim and destitute, as much as you were pretending it was okay - you knew it wasn’t. Before Yamna could protest further, you slipped off your seat ( clumsily thanks to the elephant belly) and walked with fake confidence back inside.

It took you barely 3 seconds to hone in on Tom, call it mothers intuition. He was on a booth in the corner with 5 others on his table but none of whom you recognised. It was 2 other guys and 3 girls - the six all paired off in mathcingly initimate conversations. Apart from that you payed almost zero attention to the others, attention solely focused on your boyfriend and the girl he had his arm round.

She was everything you weren’t. She was skinny - you, as previously mentioned, looked like you had a beachball stuffed under your top. She was blonde with sleek and perfectly styled waves at the tips of her long her - yours was thrown into a messy bun due to the last minute plans.

Most importantly - right now she was wrapped in Toms arms, whilst you stood alone watching.

God knows what came over you, but with confidence you never normally had you marched up to the table, just waiting at the end. One of the men you didn’t recognised, arrogantly asked you ‘can I help you’ - but you completely disregarded it, eyes solely fixed on Tom. He took a moment more to look away from the leggy girl, but as soon as he did his eyes grew massively wide.

“Y/n I-I-“

“Fancy bumping into you, I thought you were out with work executives?” Frantically casting his gaze across the table, you could see the cogs whirring to try and come up with an explanation.

“No I-I was but then Charlie here came over, we used to be mates at school and-“

“Oh fuck off Tom., I cant deal with this right now.”

You didn’t even have the energy to listen to his clearly fake excuses as to why he’d landed himself in that situation. You also certainly did not have it in you to maintain the strong face, you could feel everything shattering inside of you.

Because it was so blindingly obvious by how he had acted. You’d caught him out and you both knew it.

And it fucking hurt like hell.

So you exited the bar as fast as physically possible, hearing the shouts of both Yamna and Tom behind you. You didn’t know what you needed in that moment - except that neither of them were the answer. Tom though, presumably the faster of the two, managed to catch up - grabbing your arm to make you halt in the road.

There was this moment between the two of you that time almost seemed to freeze. The two of you, in an otherwise pretty empty residential street, at 9:30 at night, in a moment that you would never have again. From your point of view, you saw the slightly bloodshot and bleary eyes, widened with panic and fear. For Tom he saw the floods of tears down your cheeks, which you hadn’t even noticed were freely streaming.

But in that moment there was, at least, the slightest bit of peace. The slightest bit of hope - that he could explain, that he had some ludicrous but valid reason for the situation you had walked in on. Just a smidgen of hope that this were recoverable.

But then he had to open his bloody mouth.

“Y/n I swear nothing-“

“That didn’t look like fucking nothing!”

“It was I swear! We just-“

“Tom this is your one and only chance. I don’t care if your off your face, if you don’t give my a miracle of a reason as to what the fuck THAT was - then I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that Y/n, you don’t mean th-“ He tried to grab your hand which you snatched away, like you had just scalded it on a hot plate. Like he had hurt you.

“I swear to god I’ve never meant anything more. So cut the shit.”

“FIne-fine! Um so we were at the meeting and then on the way out I bumped into George and hes been a good mate of mine for years.” All you did was hum, arms crossed and making sure you had a metre of distance between the two of you.

“So he said god you look like you need a drink and I agreed because its been stressful as hell recently.”

“Oh its been stressful; for YOU has it? I’m so sorry Thomas, has it been hard for you while i’ve been throwing my lungs up with morning sickness? Has it been stressful that I’ve been running on zero hours sleep because she kicks me all bloody night? ” Your words were laced in a posioned sarcasm, to which Tom just stammered to.

“Please just let me.” Given he was supposed to be fighting for you, he sounded pretty darn defeated already.

“I said yes to the drink.” He skipped out the bit that had angered you, to which you rolled your eyes at. “And one turned into two and more and then I don’t know-“

“Your going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You deadpanned, taking a small step further back still.

“I mean it! The girls were all his friends and we were just talking.”

“Just talking? All pressed up and arms round her?”

“Yes!” As indignant as he retorted, it didn’t not make up for what you had seen with your own eyes.

“Your such a bullshitter Tom!”

“God why wont you just listen to me?” He cried, wobbly doing a little 360 on the spot, in what appeared to be exasperation.

“Because your just spouting fucking lies! And you try and blame it all on poor little tommo being stressed which is-“

“I HAVE BEEN! Running round after you! I’m just tired of this shit!!! So kill me, for having one night of freedom!”

Tom was too deep in his angry lecture to take any notice of you. Which is why, once finished, he waitied, breath heavy and nose flaring. He was waiting for you to scream back at him. To give it back. He was too drunk to notice the change in your demeanor.

“I’m tired of this shit.”

It was just reverberating round your head. Again and again and again. He was tired of your relationship and you hadn’t even become parents yet. He was at his wits-end and the baby was still unborn. What the fuck was going to happen when baby arrived? Clearly there was no hope. It was dead. Your relationship was dead with no chance of revival.

Because he’d said it. Your relationship was shit, and nobody can put up with something they hate for that long. Not 18 years. Not while bringing up a child.

So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

?to be continued?

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[genshin-no-simp]

Diluc x Reader (Smut)

Pairing: Diluc x You/Reader (Female Reader)

Sexual content below the cut.

Warnings: reader is horny.

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Softs pants escaped your lips as you rubbed your bare pussy against Diluc's clothed leg. Diluc's right arm rested on the top of the couch that he was sitting on, his left resting at his side as he watched you, his eyes dipped to your bare chest as he watched as played with your own breast, pinching and rubbing your nipple. But it wasn't good enough, you wanted his hand on you, touching you, playing with you.

"D-Diluc, please touch me." You moaned out as the friction of his pants edged you on, as you pinched your nipple harder. Diluc hummed in response.

"I don't think that's necessary, I don't want to interrupt. Besides I'd much watch you touch yourself." He smirked. You whined softly.

"T-then let me suck your fingers." You bit your lip. You were enjoying this a bit too much, the feeling of his pants against your slick, throbbing pussy. His trousers long since stained with your juices. But Diluc didn't mind, in fact he found it really erotic. Just like the faces you were making just from humping his leg and playing with your own tit. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to push you down and fuck you till sunrise, but he wanted to test your limits, he wanted to know how needy he could make you. He wanted to make you cry and beg him to fuck you, to fill up with his dick. His dick that you craved all the time.

Diluc obliged to your request lifting his gloved hand that was resting by his side. You licked your lips as you held his wrist pulling his hand closer. You opened your mouth and softly bit on one of his gloved fingers slowly pulling it off. Diluc watched you very closely. Taking in every feature, every breath you took. You did this to all his fingers until you held the glove in your mouth. You dropped it to the side, your stomach began to flutter as you licked between his forefinger and middle finger. Diluc's breath caught in his throat despite his calm demeanor. He watched as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his forefinger before taking it into your mouth. His pants were becoming unbearably tight, but he knew you weren't going to last much longer. You sucked on his finger as you looked at him. Your gaze dark with lust and want. Want for him and only him. He knew you would never look at any other person like this. He let out a soft hum of approval. You pulled his finger from your mouth only to take it back in along with his middle finger. You sucked on both his fingers, gliding your tongue between his fingers, thoroughly coating them with your saliva. Diluc felt his dick twitch, it wanted the same attention. He wanted you to coat his dick with your saliva as you choked on his thick girth. He wanted to fill your mouth with his seed, watch as you struggled to swallow it all. He swore if he continued to think about it, it would make him cum so he focused his attention back to you. He noticed that you had stopped grinding against his leg. He lifted his leg up reminding you of the state you were in. You moaned around his fingers your eyes widening slightly.

"Keep going baby girl, if you can cum from humping my leg, I'll give you something better to suck." His deep voice reverberated through your body to your core, as he shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth. You moaned as your eyes lidded slightly as you continued to look into his eyes. You knew what he meant and you wanted it, badly. You picked up where you left off. You lifted your hips slightly, before bringing them back down onto his leg. You let out other moan around his fingers. You rubbed your pussy harder and faster against his leg, letting out continuous moans. Diluc added his ring finger into your mouth. You immediately began giving it the same treatment as the others. You sucked in deeply, your saliva dripping down the corners of your lips. Diluc could tell you were close, really close.

"Keep going baby girl, you're nearly there," he coaxed you on, "let it all out," he thrust his fingers deeper into your mouth, which sent you over the edge. Your back arched as you let out a gargled moan as you came heavily on Diluc's trousers. Diluc removed his fingers from your mouth a thick string of saliva connecting your tongue to his fingers as your body shook from your first orgasm for the night.

"I don't think you need me to fuck you, do you? You did a good job all by yourself." He smirked to himself, licking his fingers that you had previous sucked on, lapping up the saliva that was left. You shook your head.

"No, no, I-I need you, just because I came from that doesn't mean I don't want you to fuck me. I need you inside me." You panted, your eyes welling up slightly. Diluc smirked hearing your honest feelings.

"Is that so? Well I did promise you something didn't I?" He tilted his head to the side with a lustful look in his eyes. He was waiting for this part, and he was going to enjoy it. You licked your lips in anticipation as you looked down to see the large bulge in his pants. Slowly you slide down his leg, your pussy rubbing against his knee as you went down, a sultry moan escaped your mouth. Diluc held back a moan himself. He's never seen you so horny before, but he loved it, but he hasn't seen anything yet. Finally on your knees, you moved between his legs, you slid your hands up his legs, rubbing the inside of his thighs. Leaning in you placed a kiss on his clothed erection. Diluc let out a heavy breath, sticking your tongue out you pressed it against his bulge, you could taste his precum.

"Its seems you enjoyed me riding your leg more than you let on." You purred wrapping your mouth around him. Diluc groaned as his arm that was resting on the couch finally moving, his hand tangled into your hair. You sucked on him while looking up at him innocently, as if you weren't giving him a blowjob through his trousers. He looked down at you with dark red eyes. Shivers went down your spine as you looked into his eyes, you could feel your juices dripping down your thigh and onto the carpet. His chest heaved as his mind was swimming. He couldn't believe you had the audacity to look at him so innocently while you did what were you doing. He was going to have to punish you, but first he would let you have this moment. He'll let you have your way....for now. Diluc let out a shaky moan he could feel the knot in his stomach forming. You lifted your head away from him.

"I don't want you cumming anywhere except my mouth." You swiftly undid his belt and unzipped his pants. You pulled his pants and boxers down taking them fully off dropping it behind you and out the way. Diluc groaned with relief, tilting his head back. In the next instant he threw his head forward moaning as his grip tightened in your hair. You had taken him into your mouth, pressing your tongue against his vein, sucking on the tip.

"Fuck." Diluc usually never swore, he had an image to keep up after all. But when he was alone with you, while you were getting down and dirty, he would let his inner beast out. Despite being a pyro user he found himself becoming hot, with his free hand he loosened his tie and undid the buttons on his dress shirt, the cool air hit his chest, and he hummed in approval. You watched everything as your pussy throbbed so badly. You wanted him to touch you so fucking badly, you squeezed your thighs together tightly as you bobbed your head lower. Even though his mind was hazy with pleasure he noticed how you squeezed your legs shut. He wanted you to open them so he moved his foot between your legs rubbing it against you.

"Your only sucking me off, yet look how wet you are." You moaned against his dick as he rubbed his foot against your pussy. You couldn't help but grind against his foot. You didn't have a foot fetist or anything but you craved to be touched. He chucked deeply, rubbing his foot in time with your grinding. You moaned around him bobbing your head quicker. Hollowing out your cheeks you sucked deeply, you felt Diluc's dick twitch your mouth, he let out a deep throaty moan as he came in your mouth, he pressed his foot harder against you and you choked on a moan as you were swallowing his seed, as you came for the second time, this time on his foot. You removed your mouth from him and licked your lips clean while looking up at you.

"What a dirty girl you are, first my leg, now my foot, where else are you going to cum?" He chuckled, watching your face go red.

"On your dick hopefully." You breathed out. Diluc smirked.

"Then get up here baby girl." He said as he motioned you to him with his finger. As if in a trance you stood up shakily and sat on his lap, feeling him pushing against you. You moaned and brought yourself down onto him.

"O-oh~ Diluc~" you moaned out quite loudly, sensitive from your previous two orgasms. Diluc groaned at the feeling of your tight pussy around him.

"You're so tight baby." His hands rested on your hips holding you tightly.

"No-ooh. You're just-ah so b-ig~" you moaned between words, wrapping your arms around his neck. Diluc couldn't stop the grin that appeared on his face.

"Is that so?" He thrust his hips upwards into you. You felt him rub against that spot that drove you crazy. You could only nod in response. His grip on your hips tightened as he lifted your hips up and pushing you back down, pushing all the way inside you, pressing against your g-spot. You threw your head back, letting out one of the loudest moans tonight. Your fingers dove into his hair as you undid the tie that was keeping it up.

"Oooh~ T-there." You brought your hips down to meet his thrusts. His dick hitting your spot harder. You couldn't help but cry out. You could feel the familiar knot bubble in your stomach. Your walls clenched around him, and Diluc knew you were close. And so was he. He bounced you quicker, his fingers digging deeply into your hips, definitely going to leave marks. He latched his mouth against your throat just above your collar bone, your weak spot. Your moans echoed in the room as you came once again. Feeling your walls convulse around him, he let out a low growl as he came inside you. You moaned feeling his hot seed fill you up.

He removed his mouth from your neck looking up at your flushed hazy face. You looked back at him and smiled softly resting your forehead against his. Diluc returned your smile in kind and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body, though he did not pull out of you. Your breasts pushed against his half exposed his chest. He felt your hardened nipples against his chest. Diluc licked the corner of his lip, reaching up to cup your cheek. You leaned your head into his touch. Slowly he brought you closer kissing you gently on the lips. You happily kissed him back. You wouldn't expect it but his lips were softer than they looked. His hand that was on your cheek slid to the back on your neck pulling you in deeper, your mouth parted slightly as his tongue slid into your mouth. Your tongues danced and played with each other. Slowly the kiss got more and more heated. His other hand rested on your butt, groping and squeezing it. You hummed softly your hips bucking slightly and you realized Diluc was still inside you. You were so used to the feeling of being full you had forgotten that it wasn't normal. Slowly you began to rock your hips back and forth. Diluc let out a soft moan into the kiss, his hips rocking into yours. Breaking the kiss he looked into your eyes.

"It seems your still not satisfied baby." His hand on your ass travelled further down, teasing your other hole. You shuddered.

"Well that's okay, because I wasn't done with you anyway." He smirked, his eyes lightening up dangerously. And you realized this was going to be a long, long night.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

You panted heavily as you laid on your back, arms above your head, legs spread wide, Diluc's cum leaking out of both your holes. Not to mention how it covered your thighs and stomach. Love bites and finger prints littered your entire body. Tears of pure pleasure stained your cheeks. He had thoroughly wrecked you.

"Ah, baby you look so good like this. Completely fucked out." He cooed lifting your leg up to kiss your knee. He gently rubbed it as kissed your leg, he slipped his free hand into your swollen cum drenched pussy. You throat hoarse and dry from your screams of pleasure, you let out a strangled moan.

"D-Diluc," you whimpered, "n-no more." Your eyes welled up quickly from being over sensitive and over stimulated.

"Then say the safe word." He spread his fingers inside you, stretching you wide. You bit your lip keeping quiet.

"Then I'll continue."

[yuujism]

a curse like you (ryōmen sukuna x reader)

REQUEST:  Hello! I really love ur sukuna fics and i was wondering if i can request a yuuji/sukuna x fem reader where mc is a curse that sukuna knew from many years ago?? Can be fluff, smut or angst. Up to you 😁 thank you so much!! 🤗

| PAIRINGS:  ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: little suggestive but nothing bad, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,653

A/N: i focused this more on sukuna idk  if that’s ok with you !! if not you can send me a message or reqeust and tell me what did you expect so i can change it if i can😭!! anyway i like yearning and ex lovers to lovers prompts so uhh yea 😳 might even write this better with yuuji being more involved and more things happening lmfaosh !! i hope you enjoy!!  ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Sukuna was bored out of his mind.

These situations were becoming more recurrent now that the brat that called himself his vessel started becoming stronger and getting the hang of the use of cursed energy.

He could hear everything that happened during the fight: the swearing, the sound of flesh splitting open, blood splashing and some motivational speech every now and then.

This was all a routine for the King of Curses now.

When he felt the light in his flesh for the first time in thousands of years, he swore he would never feel something like that again. It wasn’t anything that deemed itself meaningful, but after centuries of not having contact with anything at all, that moment felt like pure ectasis. He didn’t really count with having to spend most of the time inside of a brat after that.

It was all boring now. Boring, boring, boring. 

“Sorcerers come pretty green now, don’t they?” 

Oh? 

He lifted his head way too quickly, almost giving himself whiplash even if it was impossible. 

That voice. Sukuna knew that voice well. Very well if he said so himself. 

This was the voice that would call him a King in a mocking tone, as if it was calling him the King of idiots instead of the King of Curses. The same voice that refused to let out the sound of his name, too proud and stuck up but whenever they were alone, feeling each other, it would slip out every now and then. A voice that would let out the sweetest pleads and moans whenever he would let his hands travel around that body. And it became the last thing he heard before he was cut into pieces and retained by sorcerers for decades, sinking into the darkness. 

And now, the owner of the voice, who he thought was dead, was standing there, in front of his vessel, with the biggest smirk on her face.

Y/N. The proclaimed queen of curses.

And Sukuna’s... ex.

Sukuna felt Itadori freeze in place, looking directly at you with fear filling his body. The curse couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Even after thousands of years, your power was way too intimidating and immaculate Sorcerers of the old age would even avoid saying Y/N’s name in fear of summoning her, knowing damn well she wouldn’t hesitate to kill them for making bad use of her title. 

They could feel it. They knew you weren’t just a cursed spirit. You could talk and appeared out of nowhere without even making your presence known. You were probably at the same level as Sukuna. Or Sukuna was at the same level as you.

He really thought you were killed after he was captured, only remembering your revengeful words towards the sorcerers who killed your lover. After that, and for obvious reasons, he never heard of you. Not even in this new era where sorcerers spawned one after the other, never mentioning your name or any hint that lead to your survival. So to see you in front of him, safe and sound and impactful as ever, Sukuna felt relief.

Y/N’s eyes landed on Yuji’s restless ones, as if she was staring at his soul. Which, basically, she did. Her gaze passed all the way through his barrier and soul, finally reaching what she was looking for: Sukuna’s own soul and eyes.

“Damn, King, is that you?” in a blink of an eye, you were right before Itadori’s face, too quick for him to even react and even too scared. “Shit, you’re pretty fucked now, huh? All trapped inside a bag of human flesh.”

Before the girl with the hammer could strike your body after snapping out of her trance, you limited yourself to press a finger in the sorcerer’s forehead, smiling almost sweetly before sending her body flying back with extreme force against the furthest wall of the space, knocking her out. 

“K-Kugisa- Hngh!” Itadori’s words were interrupted by a hand wrapping around his neck, slightly lifting him from the ground as he struggled to move, too weak from the constant fighting with all the cursed spirits that came in a flood. 

“Now, now,” Your voice was too calm, almost tired, getting closer to Yuuji’s face “Why don’t you switch with the oh-so-mighty King of curses? Too scared to come out, huh, King?” 

Your tone ticked Sukuna in more than one way. You were still the same annoying bitch as before. 

If you wanna live you better switch with me, you damn brat.

“Like hell I would switch with you! You’re gonna kill us!”

“Oh, so you can talk with him within yourself?” You let out an amused snort, your grip getting tighter. “Ridiculous!”

Foolish human, she will kill you. Switch with me.

Even if his vessel dying didn’t mean anything to Sukuna, he knew he would never get the chance to meet you again, probably for another thousand years, and these sorcerers were too invested in vanishing him from the face of the earth. 

When Yuuji was about pass out, eyes half closing and his windpipe being pressed roughly, you noticed the way his skin started developing black marks in his face and along his body. You smiled widely when the small scars under the sorcerer’s eyes opened to reveal a red colour looking straight at you, the whole features of this guy in front of you changing to reveal what you were looking forward too.

Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your wrist, claws digging into your flesh as you both stared at each other with a mix of emotions: hatred, anger, amusement. And something more.

“Move.”

You dropped him, backing up a bit as he fixed the hoodie his vessel was wearing, glaring at the queen of curses. You didn’t change at all. If Sukuna had to be honest, you were as hot tempered and attractive as before. He could perfectly remember the way your body reacted whenever he touched the spots that drove you crazy A sly smirk appeared on his face as he noticed the same movement of fingers when you were restless, and he knew it was because of him.

“Nervous, Y/N?” Sukuna chuckled, walking to you to circle around your frame, looking up and down your body. “You know I don’t bite, baby. Unless you ask me to, that is.”

You turned around to look at him behind you, incredulous.

“Hah?” Your head fell back, letting out a louder than usual laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, King. I’m just worried I’ll easily step on you while you’re in this vessel of yours.” Your hand started glowing with your cursed energy, raising an eyebrow at the way his indifferent expression didn’t flinch. “And even more now since you get dominated so easily.”

Once again, something in Sukuna ticked. If there was something he hated more than being looked down upon, it’d be the fact of not being in control of any situation. He never once admitted it, but your comments really got to him. He wanted to be praised and adored by you, queen who would never adore anyone but herself. This just made him even more infatuated by you. Perhaps even after all this time, he could make you say his name in a broken voice.

“You see, you shouldn’t be talking to me like that.” Your smile went away when a hand reached one of your cheeks, caressing it with such care you almost gagged. However, you couldn’t help the way your heart started beating faster. “Or do you think I don’t remember the way I made you submit to me?”

This time, it was you who twitched with anger. Sukuna’s hand grabbed your chin, his eyes falling on those delicious lips that committed the most sinful of acts and spat out the dirtiest of words. He was getting excited already, the fire within him starting to awaken after a long time.

When his face started getting closer to yours, you spat on him, the liquid landing on his cheek and laughing at his dumbfounded reaction after such action.

“A half-assed curse like you shouldn’t be talking to ME like that.” You snarled back, your arm swinging to attack the man in front of you. You almost chanted victory when your fist perfectly landed on the side of his face, making his head to turn to the side.

But when Sukuna turned to look back at you still with your fist against him, you gulped. There was no reaction, no injury that showed he was at least a little faced by the sudden attack.

This was it.

“Well, fuck.” You almost laughed again, expecting the worst to come when his eyes flashed with something dark, grabbing you by both sides of your head. All that time surviving for nothing. Keeping yourself hidden from every single sorcerer that walked the earth and now you were going to get killed by your ex-lover.

But instead of receiving the coup de grâce, Sukuna’s lips smashed against yours in a hungry manner, groaning against your mouth as your hands flew to scratch his arms in surprise, eyes open wide before the movement of his lips and strong hand in the back of your neck made you close them, not being able to fight back your own desires.

Sukuna missed this. Honestly, he missed any kind of physical touch but the fact it was with you again, made him realise it would always be you.

He was as calm as the silence surrounding you now, only the sounds of your heavy breathing filling your flushed ears. You were burning up, face red and glassy eyes. Sukuna smiled before slightly pulling your hair, head slightly falling back and taking advantage of this to place the softest of kisses in your neck. You let out a rather pathetic moan and he deeply chuckled.

“And a curse like you should know who is in charge here.”

[zoethespiritwolf]

I love her, damn it!

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Part 2 (Part 1 here)

Ship: Sokka x f!firebender!reader

Warnings: swearing, injuries, captive abuse, a bit of angst, but it ends well

Genre: angst-to-comfort

Fic type: Scenario

A/n: This is part 2 of the "I love her, damn it!" miniseries. Sorry that it took so long and I apologize to those who have sent in their requests. I've seen them and am already working on them. You can expect them to be completed in about a week.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy and have a nice day!

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(Y/n) was sure she had lost the perception of time at this point. All the blood loss, torture, and generally not being able to see the sun in the freezing metal cell had made her head fuzzy and not being able to recall what day or time it was.

She didn't know if it was hours, days, maybe weeks, or even months since she had been captured, but it didn't really matter at this point. (Y/n)'s main goal was to survive and possibly get out of the base to safety.

Just then, (Y/n) heard footsteps outside of her cell. Rhythmic, meaning it was probably another Fire Nation soldier that had come to either 'beat the traitor' or deliver scraps of food. The firebender heard the footsteps stop near the door and the rhythmic tapping of the keypad of the side of the cell door.

When the captive heard the high-pitched beep of the keyboard, signaling that the correct combination had been entered, (Y/n) threw her head back and groaned, her bound hand tugging at the metal chains around her wrists immobilizing her.

The metal doors to her cell slid open and a cloud of mist rose from the doorway. The girl sighed and through her nose released a mist cloud similar to the doorway and swung her head back in front of her to see who had decided to come to visit her. (Y/n)'s eyes widened when she had set her gaze on the visitor, before quickly relaxing and raising her brows.

"Princess Azula," (Y/n) addressed her, "To what do I owe the pleasure that you personally come to visit a poor firebender like myself in these circumstances?"

"You and I know very well that you aren't just another poor firebender," the princess smirked in reply, crossing her arms behind her back, "You are far more important than those disposable soldiers in this base."

"I suppose so, your Highness," the captive sighed and furrowed her eyebrows when she felt her energy depleting, "However, I would be far too hopeful to think that you've just come here to talk to your old friend. What do you want?"

"Always to the point, as usual," Azula replied as her smirk widened and she turned to slowly walk around the cold cell, "But you are right. You would be far too hopeful to think I've just come to see you."

"And as to what I want," the princess continued "I want to give you a choice."

(Y/n) raised a brow in question as the corners of her mouth started to tug downwards into a grimace at Azula's speech.

"Swear absolute loyalty to me and join the Fire Nation again as a general," she proposed, "And you will walk out of this cell a free woman. I'll arrange it so that no trace of this incident ever exists, and everyone will forget that you were a traitor to your kind."

"And if I refuse?" (Y/n) asked, her eyes locking onto her former friend's own amber ones.

"You'll stay here before you will be brought out by the firing squad to your execution," Azula replied.

"So you're making me choose between two evils. Execution or you." the captive smirked tiredly as her head swayed from side to side, barely managing to keep it up.

"Precisely," the princess turned on her heel to face the captive.

(Y/n) bowed her head, making some of her stray hairs falling in front of her face as she slowly started to laugh. The girl's laughter became louder with each second and she once again tossed her head back before breathing in deeply to calm herself, a huge grin settling on her face.

"Do you really have to ask for my decision? You already know what it will be, Azula," (Y/n) leaned forward as much as her chain bound hands would let her so that she was face to face with the Fire Nation princess before whispering, "My death will at least be without much suffering."

"So execution it is," Azula growled as her grin disappeared from her face and a frown came instead. The princess looked at the triumphant grin on the captive's face before turning away and swiftly walking to the doors of the cell and walking past the guards at the entrance.

"Have the firing squad ready for her execution," Azula commanded one of the guards.

"Yes, your Highness!" the guard replied and closed the cell doors.

(Y/n) sighed as her grin started to fade away. She knew that she couldn't escape this, but in no way did the girl regret her decision. The former general was aware that Azula would exploit her and break her if she had agreed.

And then her thoughts shifted to her friends. Aang, Katara, Toph, Zuko and...Sokka.....

The memory of the water tribe boy's brilliantly blue eyes flashed in her mind, the hand he had reached out to try to help her into the escaping jeep despite their disdain for one another.

"I'll never see him again," (Y/n) sighed out as her hopes shattered, "they won't be able to come for me."

Just as her thoughts started to become deeper into the pit of memories, the firebender's ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps running and shouting outside of her cell.

"Have I really become insane now?" (Y/n) pondered as she felt faint and black spots started to appear in her vision from how tired she felt, "Am I hearing things now?"

The girl's consciousness started to flicker as she supposedly heard footsteps coming closer down the corridor. And for a brief second, (Y/n) thought she could hear Sokka shouting her name and the sliding metal door being busted open with force.

And there they were. Those same sea blue eyes she had gazed into before she had been shot at. And now those blue eyes were the last thing the firebender saw before she had blacked out.

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Sokka felt his heart stop the moment he saw (Y/n) passing out just as they had made it inside her cell. His widened eyes then zeroed on the countless bruises on the girl's body, all of them varying in different sizes, and Sokka felt his blood starting to boil.

"Toph, release her from the chains!" Zuko commanded the blind girl, making the water tribe boy snap out of his thoughts.

"On it!" the girl replied and used her metal bending to crumple the chains around the captive's wrists.

Just as (Y/n) started to fall to the floor, Sokka leaped forward and caught the passed out girl in his arms. Immediately the fingers of his right hand flew up to the left side of the girl's neck, right above an artery, and upon finding the steady beating of her heart sighed in relief.

"Sokka!" Zuko called out to his friend, "We have to go! Now!"

The Fire Nation prince had come closer to the pair and was about to grab (Y/n) out of Sokka's arms to carry, but the younger boy clutched her body closer to his.

"We don't have time for this!" the firebender insisted and reached out for the girl, "Give her to me so that we can get out!"

"No!" Sokka replied stubbornly, "I can handle this myself."

"For fuck's sake, why are you being stubborn about this!" Zuko questioned angrily, "If you give her to me, I can carry her out faster-"

"Because I love her, damn it!" Sokka yelled back at the firebender and hoisted (Y/n)'s limp body up in his arms.

Zuko's eyes widened at his friend's outburst before his brows furrowed in concentration and after a pause spoke.

"Alright," Zuko said calmly, "Get her to the Rendez-vous point. I'll cover for you. Toph, go in front of them and scour out any enemies in front of us!"

"I can feel none so far," the blind girl replied as she started running in front of the group, Sokka following shortly behind with (Y/n) in his arms.

"Hold on, (Y/n)," Sokka thought to himself as the group made it out of the building.

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A soft surface under her. That's the first thing (Y/n) noticed when she started to regain consciousness. The second thing the girl felt was a calloused hand clutching her own. A finger slowly and gently ghosted over the hand and she felt the hand tighten.

(Y/n) turned her head to the side where the hand was coming from and started to slowly blink her eyes open, squinting a bit when the hospital room's bright light burned her eyes. But nonetheless, the firebender noticed the dark skin of the hand holding her's and looked up.

The girl felt warmth spread through her chest when she realized that Sokka had come to visit her and fell asleep. (Y/n) slowly wiggled her hand out of his grasp and gently traced his face with the back of her hand, making the boy groan in his sleep and the hand clutching her's previously grabbing her wrist.

"Mmmm, what?" the water tribe boy blinked as he took in his surroundings and with sleep clouded eyes looked at (Y/n), still clutching her wrist gently.

After a brief pause, his eyes widened and a large grin appeared on his face when he had regained enough consciousness.

"You're awake!" Sokka exclaimed happily and dived in the bed to hug the girl, "Holy shit, you're awake!"

"Slow down, water boy!" (Y/n) wheezed out as she slightly pushed at Sokka's chest, "You're suffocating me!"

"Sorry!" the boy quickly apologized before looking the firebender over to see if he had hurt her accidentally.

"It's fine, I'm fine," the girl laughed and Sokka's cheeks gained a reddish tint to them.

After a brief pause, the boy shook his head, the warmth from his face disappearing before his brows furrowed and he stared angrily at the girl in front of him.

"Why the hell would you think it was a good idea to try to stop the Fire Nation soldiers on your own!" Sokka scolded the firebender, "It was absolutely reckless and stupid, and-"

"Well, what else was I supposed to do?" (Y/n) angrily replied, "Allow them to capture us all? "

"You were supposed to stay safe!" the water tribe boy pressed.

"Since when was saving the world from the Fire Nation ever safe?" the firebender questioned.

"What I meant was that you were supposed to not get hurt," Sokka explained himself, "You placed yourself in unnecessary danger and you got hurt because of it."

"Since when do you care that I get hurt?" (Y/n) tsked.

"Since I found out that I love you," the words slipped out of Sokka's mouth and the girl's eyes widened in shock.

"You.. love me?" She cautiously questioned.

"Yeah, I do," he sighed, bowing his head and waiting for rejection, "Look I know you don't feel the same way, but I wanted you to know so th-"

Sokka never managed to complete his sentence as (Y/n)'s lips locked on to her former rival's. The boy tensed before slowly relaxing and leaning into the kiss. The girl's lips started to pull back, but the water tribe boy dived back in for another kiss.

No way was he gonna let her go now.

[pet-pet-peet]

Could i request the first years with an gn!s/o who rarely laughs/smiles because they think its ugly but one day they slip up and laugh and the boys think its the cutest thing ever?

So..me? You want the reader to be me? Because that’s me, I hate my smile-

Anyway, fellow non-smilers, let’s see how cute your smile truly is for them~

Tw: slight self-deprecation, Sebek is slightly aggressive, I might accidentally use a gendered term and not realize it, please lmk!

Pairing(s): Jack, Epel, Ace, Deuce, Sebek x gn reader (separate)

He doesn’t really smile all that much, either, so he doesn’t think much of it if you don’t

He doesn’t ask questions and just kinda lets it be

However, because he doesn’t ask, he doesn’t know how you really feel

When he sees you laugh uncontrollably, though, he’s mesmerized

He tries to get you to laugh like that again

Unfortunately..He’s not the greatest at purposefully making someone laugh, so it usually ended with failure

As he keeps attempting, you catch on and asked why he wanted to see you laugh

You tell him that you think you look gross when you laugh, and it kinda bothers him

He tells you that you look attractive when you smile, but it’s not like he was trying to make you smile!

Though he won’t stop trying, not until you become more comfortable with your smile

He was a bit curious why you never seemed to smile, but he didn’t feel right asking

He ended up rolling with it, just seeing it as who you are and accepting it

But when you laughed at a joke one of your friends made-

His heart just skyrockets

He starts trying to make more jokes in front of you so you’ll laugh, but has no luck getting the same reaction

At most, he gets a smile he can’t even see because you hide it behind your hand

He started to get discouraged, when Vil one day made him do something that you thought was adorable

Though he was annoyed that he was doing something he was uncomfortable with, he noticed how you looked at him with the fondest eyes

And the sweetest, uncovered smile that he couldn’t help but verbally acknowledge as breath-taking

He learns to cherish the moments you allow him to see your smile, no longer trying to force it out of you..considering he knows what it’s like to be forced to do something that makes him uncomfortable

He’ll notice even before your relationship that you don’t smile much

It wasn’t until the relationship started, however, that he started wanting to see you smile more

He just wanted to know what it looked like, you know?

After the relationship starts, he’s taking full advantage of his boyfriend privileges

Which means..tickle fight!

He’ll wait until you’re both alone and will tickle you until you bust out laughing

When he finally stops, he gives you the most genuine smile and says “there’s the gorgeous smile I’ve been dying to see~”

His exact words, super cute bean

If you aren’t ticklish..oh boy, don’t worry, he’s gonna find some way to get that smile out if it’s the last thing he does

He won’t try anything in public, though, since he knows that you have your reasons for not wanting to smile openly. It’s your choice if you want to tell him your reasons or not

You don’t smile much? He never really noticed..

He will ask you why once he figures it out, but it’s totally okay if you don’t want to tell him

He doesn’t really..try to force it

He respects you and would be so upset if he made you do something you didn’t want to do, especially if it was something that would make you mad at him

But that day he sees you smile excitedly, looking right in your element as you did something you were super passionate about-

Just know his heart is racing faster than any of Riddle’s horses

He’ll straight up just ask if you could smile like that again, the cutest sparkle in his eye every time

If you say no, it’s fine. He understands your discomfort

If you say yes and do, he’s so giddy and excited

Super supportive and understanding, honestly starts seeing your smile as a rare gem that he becomes very appreciative of

He doesn’t notice that you don’t smile much at first

Not until you’re in a relationship, then he definitely notices

He won’t make mention of it, figuring he might just be thinking about it too much

That is..until you smile while eating your favorite food/snack/treat

The way your eyes sparkle and time stops around him lets him know that your smile is something he wants more of

He’ll straight up just ask, too, like Deuce..

It’s more like..demand, though- like “WHY DON’T YOU SMILE AROUND ME!?”

He comes off as aggressive, but really it’s more like a tsundere cat that’s crying internally at not having the attention he wants

If you explain it to him, he doesn’t really get it and will tell you straight up that your smile is completely charming

He might start off trying to get you to smile, but over time he’ll start to appreciate when you decide to smile instead of trying to force it

*All Images are official art from Twisted Wonderland and do not belong to me. They are the Lab Coat Groovy card art