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frvnkcastles · 5 months ago

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Hello 🥰🥰 I know you are accepting requests and i love the way you write so can you do a Frank x reader where she has had a dog since she was a teenager and is very attached, (when they living together the dog went with them of course) one night they are sleeping and her dog starts crying and then they wake up and they realize something is wrong, she gets desperate and they run to the vet (Frank calming her down the whole time) when they get there he does surgery but unfortunately she doesn't survive and Frank Take her home and comfort her, she say things like "i don't wanna live without him"...

(sorry if its too specific, you don't have to write if you don't want to! ❤️)

be safe 🥰

THE SCARS FROM TOMORROW ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You, Frank and your dog have become a little family and things are perfect, until your dog falls ill.

Warnings: Loss of a pet, very brief suicide ideation, brief mention of animal abuse, hurt/comfort, feminine nicknames

Word count: 3.8k

Author’s note: Okay, this one is heavy!! Read with caution, don’t feel bad if you have to sit this one out. Writing this broke my own heart, I also have a dog and I am definitely not prepared for the day he’s no longer with me. I’m so sorry for your loss anon, I hope this brings at least some comfort for you <3

Your dog had been there for you through thick and thin for years, but more than that, he had been there for every milestone of your and Frank’s relationship. From the night you first met to the day Frank had suggested moving in together, your precious boy was an important part of every step, and just like he had charmed you all those years ago, he had charmed Frank — granted, he didn’t need much convincing with his undeniable soft spot for dogs.

The way you had literally bumped into one another that first night was one of Frank’s favorite stories to tell, even when Curtis and Lieberman had already heard it a million times, he always jumped at the opportunity to go through it again.

It was a cold winter night and you had been a little irritated that your dog had given you the look, the one that meant he needed to go outside badly, when it was getting so late. You were violently shivering from the chilly air nipping at your fingertips and sneaking in through the cracks of your coat while your dog pulled on the leash eagerly, and the sounds of the city were mellow background noise.

And then, your excited dog rushed over to you unprompted, his snowy paws meeting your thighs and making you grunt at the collision. Before you had time to react in any way, he circled you so the leash tightened around your ankles, and you hopelessly tried to untangle the mess you were bound to stumble on.

”Baby, stop it”, you scolded him, but instead of listening to you, he ran in the other direction next. His excitement turned out to be because of a stranger walking towards you, and instead of seeing him as danger, your dog jumped at the man, effectively yanking you off of your feet. With a sharp gasp, you fell forward and you landed against a firm chest with your hand desperately trying to hold onto the leash, and before you could apologize for fumbling, a gravelly voice spoke up from above.

”You okay there, ma’am?” he asked gruffly, his hot breath meeting your freezing nose. Growing nervous, you tried to push yourself off of the man before bringing your gaze up to him. The hood pulled over his head and the beanie beneath it didn't make it easy to figure out his face, but once you did, you gulped loudly — partly because he was certainly a handsome sight, but partly because there was barely any of skin visible from amidst the swollen bruises and stitched wounds. Some of them looked old, just faded memories by now, but you could have sworn he had just walked out of a fight. God, you hoped you weren't accidentally picking one with him yourself.

Only after you had stared for an unreasonable amount of time, you nodded, and looked down simply to find his large hands holding your arms to keep you steady, something he had instantly done to save you from a painful landing onto the slippery, snowy pavement.

”Yeah, I am, sorry. And thank you", you rambled, before stepping back as an attempt to end the humiliation, but you had completely forgotten about the leash around you, and ended up falling behind at that instant.

Luckily, the stranger was quick and stealthy despite his hard, large frame, and before you could stumble backwards, he had grabbed you once again with his eyes blown wide with surprise. Feeling your cheeks heat up, blending in with the blush that the freezing air had already caused, you pursed your lips together to hide the shame spreading out within you like a wildfire. Could you be any more embarrassing? Surely, it couldn't get worse than being pressed flush against a strange man's chest while your dog watched from aside with his literal puppy eyes, as if he hadn't done a damn thing.

"Sorry, it's— uh— the leash—", you stuttered, and immediately, you both looked down and barely avoided bumping heads when you spotted the wire wrapped even tighter around your ankles. In response, the man chuckled lowly, and nodded his head to confirm that it was true — you were still a prisoner of the dog, who was simply following the situation while wagging his tail happily.

"Yeah, how 'bout I hold him, and you solve that?" he offered, and before you could even say anything, he had moved with his plan and gently took your dog by his collar. Mumbling a quiet thank you, you crouched down enough to unhook the leash from the collar and then spin it around yourself until it was all in your hands instead of a mess around your shoes. You were just about to apologize for the inconvenience once again, but you had barely opened your mouth when you noticed the man grinning at your best friend, muttering a "Hi there", as the two of them stared at one another. Only when your hand reached back down to click the leash back on, causing your cold fingers to brush with his calloused ones, the man snapped out of it and looked up at you.

Standing up once again, you both stared at each other in silence, before you blurted out, "Are you okay?", confusing him to a point where the corners of his lips twitched just slightly, but once you had gestured to his beaten features, he swept his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded curtly.

"Yeah, nothin' you gotta worry about, ma'am", he replied simply, and just as he was about to step aside and continue walking with his hands pushed deep into his pockets, you had spoken up yet again, earning his attention when you did.

You introduced yourself, not quite sure why you would, but he turned over to you, dark eyes meeting yours for a moment that felt a lot longer than it was in reality.

"Frank."

You didn’t see each other again for a while after that, but a month later when the snow had begun to melt and the sun stuck around for a little longer, he walked past a flyer that immediately caught his eye. It was a picture of you hugging your dog, declaring that the dog had been lost and you would reward anyone who would help you find him. He tried to walk away, insisting it wasn’t his problem, but he couldn’t get you out of his head, certain that you were completely devastated.

Besides, he knew what kind of crooks lived in the city. He had saved enough animals to know they could fall into the wrong hands, and he didn’t want your dog to be one of them. So, for two days, he relentlessly sought after your baby, not stopping until he was finally on a trail that could lead to something.

 With the flyer scrunched in his fist, his other one banged on the neatly painted front door of a house that looked less shitty than most he had seen, his hood pulled over his head to avoid being recognized, but at this point, he was willing to go to great lengths. Hell, he had even asked for Red's help.

When the door was finally opened, he came face to face with a sweet old lady, and he tried his best to make himself look smaller and less intimidating. "Sorry to bother you, ma'am. You haven't seen this dog, have ya?" his rough voice was quickly breaking the silence as he uncoiled the poster in his hand and showed it to the lady, who slowly put on her glasses and inspected the photo. Something in Frank cheered when her eyes lit up and she seemed to recognize the photo, and even more relief kicked in when she proceeded to nod her head.

"Oh, yes! I found him on the street a few nights ago, but I haven't had the time to find the owner yet. Do you know who he belongs to?" the old lady questioned curiously, and as if on cue, a familiar dog waddled from the house to the front door, and cracking a small smile in response, Frank nodded.

"A heartbroken woman, I'm sure. She'll be pretty damn grateful that you saved this guy, ma'am", he answered before kneeling down and lifting his large hands to scratch the dog behind his ears. "Hey there, boy. Been lookin' for ya. Wanna get back to your mom, huh?" he muttered quietly, the dog leaning into his gentle touch approvingly. He was incredibly glad that a sweet woman like this one had taken him in instead of some abusive criminal, and he knew you would be too.

"Well, tell your girlfriend she has a very sweet dog", the old lady fondly poked at the boy one last time, and stifling a smile, Frank nodded and looked down, almost shy.

"I'll, uh, I'll make sure to pass the message", he gave one last look of gratitude to the woman as he backed away from her porch, and after exchanging nods, the lady returned indoors and Frank walked to his truck with the dog in tow. "Let's get you home, huh? Whaddya say?"

In all honesty, you were beginning to lose the last shreds of hope, but the sound of a firm knock on your door snapped you out of your haze. Gulping, you made your way to the front door and cracked it open, and as soon as you saw what was awaiting in the hallway, you let out a trembling breath and broke into tears of joy, your heart filling with love and relief when your dog jumped into your arms from the strong pair that had been steadily carrying him.

"Oh, you're home!" you cried out while holding onto the dog, who licked at your face and whined desperately for more scratches and cuddles and affection. And you were more than happy to give that to him, just over the moon — your dog was alive and well, and there were no words to describe how good it felt to see and hold him again.

Only after you had finally set the squirming dog down so he could go get some water — of course, you had been filling his bowl even if he wasn't there to drink it — you looked up at the doorway to meet the gaze of your savior, and at the realization that none other than Frank had found and returned your missing dog, your heart melted. Or maybe it was the genuine, fond smile that he couldn't wipe from his face as he followed the reunion between you and your baby boy.

"You found him", you breathed out, an overjoyed laugh breaking through your tears as you covered your mouth with your palm and shook your head in disbelief and utter, incredible gratitude. Frank was parting his lips to say something, but he couldn't let out a single word when you had already stumbled forward and wrapped your arms around his muscular body, feeling his rough jacket against your skin as you forced a warm, tight hug onto him. He was caught by surprise, and while it wasn't the first time a relieved damsel in distress had insisted on giving a hug as a thank you, this time, he didn't want to weasel out of it. Instead, he awkwardly lifted his own arms and wrapped them around your shorter body, his heart thudding heavily in his chest as he held onto you for what was only a couple of seconds, but felt like forever.

By clearing his throat eventually, Frank broke the moment and you understood to step back whilst wiping your eyes. "Yeah, well, he don't deserve to get locked up by those assholes that abuse dogs. None of them do. And uh, you don't deserve to go through that, either, so yeah. Tracked the boy down for ya", he gestured towards the dog, who was already rushing back to the two humans at the door, clearly taken a liking to Frank as well — and you agreed, especially when he lifted his heavy boot enough to block the doorway to avoid another run-off.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. I don't know what I would've done without him, really. This means so much to me", you sighed deeply, nothing but the truth in your words. Before an awkward silence could land between you, you continued with, "I know my apartment is kind of a mess right now, but would you like to come in for some coffee?”

Frank stared at you for a couple of seconds, silent and careful. At first, he was amused that you thought a little mess would drive him away, but when he let the suggestion sink in, he felt his mouth run dry while his hands did the opposite and proceeded to collect sweat on them. What the hell had gotten into him? And yet, even if he knew he should have said no for the sake of your safety, for the sake of not dragging you down with him and avoiding attachment from the both of you, he ended up smiling.

"Fuck, why not."

You grew closer and closer ever since then, and though it took him a while to get the courage to officially ask you out, your relationship soon evolved. The nervousness of a crush developed into something more serious and before you knew it, you had had your first kiss and your first night together, he introduced you to his best friends and finally, you moved in together. Your dog quickly adjusted to the new normal, incredibly affectionate towards Frank, and vice versa. When he had first met you, he had never thought he’d regain that domestic bliss of a girlfriend and a family pet that he had lost, but he was so happy to have it back.

And for a while, things were perfect.

Your blissful life took a turn one night — you were sound asleep in Frank’s arms, his protective hold of you always easing you into sweet dreams, but you were startled awake when your dog cried out in pain. He wouldn’t stop whining, and you sat up on the bed to find him crying on the floor, clearly hurt somehow. Anxiety rushed into your heart and you shook Frank awake, not sure what else to do.

”Frankie. Frank, something’s wrong”, you whispered, and jolting up in that usual fighting reflex of his, he looked around the room until his stare landed on your worried features. He ran his hand across his face and tried to shake off the restless sleep he had been stuck in, eventually processing your panicked state and the dog’s cries.

He climbed out of bed and went over to the dog to assess, his eyes darting all over his body to make sure there was no external injury. He couldn’t see anything wrong with him, but that only deepened his frown, unsure what could be causing it. For a while, he was crouched down, observing the boy, and you sat on the bed impatiently, but finally, Frank stood up and gave you a serious look.

”Get dressed, sweetheart. We gotta take him to the vet”, he announced, and nodding hastily, you followed him out of the bed and found some clothes. You were terrified and you appreciated that Frank was a man of action, whereas you were fighting the urge to freeze completely.

He took charge, carrying the wincing dog into the truck and buckling you in. Nervous tears streamed down your face, and you feared the worst — your dog was no young boy anymore, and you knew that meant a bigger risk to his well-being. Frank could tell you were falling apart, and he tried his best to calm you down, his hand gripping yours while the other one gripped the wheel.

”It’s gonna be alright, darlin’. The vet will know what to do, yeah? Just breathe. Maybe it’s nothin’, right?” he reassured you, and although you nodded, you found his words difficult to believe. You loved him for his attempts to soothe you, but there was no denying that you were freaking out entirely, the panic only growing worse with the dog howling in your arms.

”I can’t lose him”, you sniffled, and swallowing hard at the thought of the worst case scenario, Frank squeezed your hand.

”I know, sweetheart. I know.” He didn’t try to tell you that you wouldn’t lose him, not wanting to give you false hope in case things would go south, but he was dedicated to being there for you no matter what.

You arrived at the emergency vet and Frank took the dog from your arms to carry him inside. It was like an out-of-body experience, you lost track of time and space and you couldn’t stop crying, even when Frank wiped your tears away from your eyes. The vet took the dog from Frank and took him away for an examination, leaving you in the waiting room with your boyfriend’s hand in your tight grasp.

”I’m so scared”, you admitted shakily, the lump in your throat only worsening, but it was nothing compared to the weight on your chest. You felt like throwing up or fainting, and you knew for a fact that without Frank by your side, you would have already done both.

”Hey, look at me”, Frank requested softly, and with tear-filled eyes, you met his gaze. ”I ain’t leavin’ your side, got that? I’m here, no matter what happens”, he swore, attaching his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss.

The vet came out soon to inform you that your dog needed surgery, and it immediately made you anxious. Still, you had no choice but to agree, but before the vet took your baby in for the operation, he let you see him for some peace of mind.

Frank stood back, because as much as he had come to love him, he was still your dog and he knew that moment was for you and you alone. He had already been sedated, meaning he was no longer whining in pain, and that brought you a little comfort. Crying quietly, you petted him, scared but still smiling because he was there and he was your everything. Regardless of how the surgery was going to go, you would always have this moment, not to mention all the years you had shared together.

Things happened quickly after that. You and Frank had to retreat into the waiting room, and as 4 AM lurked around the corner, you wept in your boyfriend’s arms. He had you in his tight embrace, not sure what he could possibly say to make you feel better, but determined to at least hold you through it. The surgery lasted a while, but even though you were so, so tired, the anxiety inside your gut wouldn’t let you fall asleep. You sat there, a ball of nerves, and Frank shushed you softly as you cried out of pure fear.

Then, the vet walked into the waiting room and you could tell something was wrong right away. As soon as he opened his mouth and condolences came out, your heart shattered in your chest and you burst into heavy sobs. You couldn’t hold yourself together, couldn’t breathe properly, the heartbreak too overwhelming to endure. Frank let you cry into his chest, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back and his own eyes filling with tears. He felt sucker-punched, too, but for your sake, he tried to be strong and brave.

The vet tried to tell you what had happened and ask you if you wanted to bury him or have him cremated, but you couldn’t process anything he was saying. Frank listened carefully, just so that he’d be able to explain it all to you later, but his priority was holding you through the violent sobs breaking out of you.

”We need a moment outside, that okay?” Frank asked the vet with a heavy heart, and he assured it was alright to take your time. Frank lifted you out of the chair and walked you out for some fresh air, the cool wind whipping against your wet cheeks. You couldn’t stop shaking and it didn’t seem like the pain was going to let go of you anytime soon, but Frank was in no rush — he was going to hold you through it, no matter how long it would take.

”I gotchu, sweetheart, I gotchu. I know it hurts. Let it out, it’s okay”, he spoke gently, trying his very best to give you some kind of hope, even if he knew things seemed bleak right now.

”I can’t do this, Frank. It’s too much. I don’t want to live without him”, you cried, unsure how you would possibly get through this. But Frank wasn’t going to let you sink into that kind of thinking.

”Oh, baby. We’ll get through this together, yeah? It’s gon’ take some time but I’m not lettin’ you deal with this alone, you hear me?” he promised you, cradling your head as he supported your weak body with his strong arms. ”This is fuckin’ heartbreaking. But you’re gon’ make it to the other side of this, I know you will. I’mma hold your hand the whole way”, he went on, unwilling to let you give up. He knew this was going to be hard to get over, but he had endless patience and understanding and he’d do anything to help you carry the weight.

”You’ll stick with me?” you asked through the cries, and nodding vehemently, Frank kissed your temple.

”Course, I will. I ain’t goin’ nowhere, sweetheart. I love you, yeah? More than you know. I promise it’s gon’ hurt a lil less with time. You trust me?” he asked with sincerity, and you gave him a fragile nod.

”I trust you”, you confirmed, and he flashed a faint smile in return.

”That’s my girl. You’re so strong”, he praised you, his gruff voice full of love for you. He had so much faith in you, and even if you didn’t see it yourself yet, he knew you would be able to pull through this loss.

And you knew that without Frank, it would have been much, much worse. Your best friend was gone, but you still had the man of your dreams, and that was going to keep you going.

He was right. It took months, but day by day, the pain inside you grew duller and weaker. It still hurt, but it turned into a longing ache instead of a stabbing agony. Your home still had reminders of your dog, and Frank loved to talk about him with you, meaning that even when he was gone, he really wasn’t.

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aspergillosis · 9 months ago

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one thing you gotta hand it to me for: i put myself in some situations. ive gotten sick with exotic zoonotic disease from taking care of snowy owl, ive had a pet bat, ive moved to tennessee and gotten a cryptobro room mate off of discord, and now im slowly developing a drinking habit and haven't lived on land for the past 9 months. i also have been the number 2 seller of i ching sets on etsy (the consequence of wanting an i ching set, deciding to grow my own yarrow, and it getting out of hand), and now my mom is taking care of my baby ephedra plants because I want to try authentic vedic soma so so so badly

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coconutnutmilk · 7 months ago

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Trust

Do not worry this is not incest, i hate incest, these two siblings do not and will never ever think of the other like a lover, the only love in here is in a sibling's way

With that being said...

Sob

-...w-why...where are you taking me?-

No response

-where have you been for all these years...?-

Just the sound of the waves crushing on the boat

-what happened?-

Growing more and more desperate

Until he cried

-please...just talk to me...-

Thats when his eyes finally lifted to meet his crying brother's one, but just like before his mouth made no sound

The wind wasnt blowing, yet the sail was stretched, moving the boat forward

-...you disappeared for thirteen years...and now you want me to come with you...-

But his brother remained tense, dark and silent

His eyes didnt reflect a fraction of any emotion, just wide and darkened

Stiff as stone sitted with his back on the wood, not even bothered by the dark blue and golden armor that covered him

-...Callias...?- he tried one last time, this time trying to put himself sit failing once again

-...Callias please...are you listening?-

And finally...he sighed

A deep, annoyed sigh, the same one he gave when Lian wouldnt go to bed back at the Orphanage

Lifting his head, looking coldly at his brother

His little brother, human and pure, small and frail just like a child...

The metallic sound reverbered through his ears, wanting to back away and feeling disgusted with himself for fearing his brother, the same one that raised him, that gave him the good night kiss, that brang him toys from the city

...

He wasnt a bad guy, he wasnt a monster, the city had just looked at him wrong

Or at least he wanted, oh so badly wanted, to believe as a hand slightly bigger than his skull slowly reached for him, for his laid figure, the straied and tied figure... And gently caressed him, wiping a tear away and petting his head

-...why am i tied...?- he sobbed, shivering

...

-...its ok...-

His voice was just as remembered, deep and severe even when spitting nice words.

-...where are we going...?

...where are you taking me...?- trying to ignore the massive fingers pulling his hair back to clean his vision

-...youll be fine...its all you need to know...-

Exhasperating even more his little brother, sobbing and crying loudly now that he didnt have the strenght to cover them anymore

And they remained like that for a while, the giant caressed his gently while the human cried, missing his home, his friends and hoping he would see them once again

But as the river opened to a large lake, both of them could see the snowy village, no, city

A white and golden palace stood on the mountains, high, towering over the many roads and houses all scattered around the bottom

If it wasnt for the situation, both the human and the giant would have gasped, but the brother didnt even bother to turn to look at the town, fixated on his smaller brother that even of just for a little, stopped crying to admire the white valley

All around the mountains made a natural wall, the only entrance being the river that came from one of the coldest seas, the White sea

-we're here...- he looked at his brother that raised his chin

-...where...?-

Turning around, pointing at the highest palace and looking back at him

-There...

Dont call me by name, or brother...-

Sitting heavily as if tired, on the wood, hitting the short wall with a thud before once again sighing

Silence came again

An awkard one, shattered only by the sound of the water and the boat moving towards the port

-...

why the armor...?- this time with much less tremblig voice, an attept to calm himself by starting a conversation that just, at least, made sense to him

But his brother's attention was on the ground, thinking of something else and even tho he heard him loud and clear it took him at least few seconds before realizing what he was asked

Looking at himself with a raised brow before sighing

-...i...i forgot i had it...on...- with a tired look on his face, more relaxed than before

Even with trembling limbs, a heartrate much higher than normal and drying tears on his cheeks, Lian snorted

-...you've still got problems with your senses...?-

It was true

Even tho Callias was, from his look, a skilled warrior and hand to hand fighter, he was born with a small weakness, that is the one that pushed him to sharpen all his other senses

That is also why, contrasting his cold blood-thirsty like look, Callias enjoyed touch

He could feel touch, but his brain alerted him of it only when he already aknowledged he was being touched, resulting in him not noticing things such as someone holding his arm, being pinched or (just like now) forgetting that he was wearing a heavy, metal armor

He nodded, a slow nod

But even that small talk between the two didnt help in the end

The town got closer, and the human really felt like running away once set foot on the ground

-...i-i...- he choked on his words, sounding on the verge of crying as he finally made his brother turn to look at him

Gulp

How could he run anyway?

He let out a shaking breath before looking up only to see his brother's pinning stare and his hand reaching for his shoulder

Seeing the town get closer and closer, his brother waited for him to talk

But whatever words he had inside were now a fade as he looked up, shivered and lowered his eyes again

-what is it...?- his brother's voice, slightly worried unlike his gaze that remained ice cold and unfazed

Not really wanting, feeling, like insisting again and again until he lost his voice

-...i-its cold...- he said, and it was

His brother stared at him before relaxing his shoulders

-...im sorry...i forget how cold it is here...-

As his hand reached for the small storing space where food and blankets were folded in, taking out a soft cotton blanket

Lian felt the same hand that caressed from his hair to his back, grab his arm to pull him up and force him to sit right next to his brother, his now four meters tall...sibling, before feeling the large blanket wrap around him and a warm hand place on his shoulder, keeping him close to the giant

It was only luck that prevented the brother from seeing the smaller one's lip shiver, containing a whine and a sob as he bobbed his head down and tried not to push away from the only family he had now, the same he was scare-

He would have felt if it wasnt for the bulk that held him

Thud

They were right there, land

Snowy, inhabitated by giants, murderous beast-like creatures he could only study with books, and before he found his brother again, found him being much bigger than any human would, with pitch black horns and scars all over his face and hands, children stories

The same one that giant used to tell him to make him go asleep

go to bed or a giant will come and eat your fingers

Lost in his memories, he hasnt noticed his brother get up and wait for him to follow

And even less, the pea- giants looking at his brother, bow and talk to him with stars in their eyes

-hey...get up- calling him, losing every hinch of warmth he had before, making his little brother snap from his thoughts, and get up, bringing the blanket with him

The town was much different from close, even if cold and white, it was lively and full of giants roaming in the markets and bars

There were humans too, just like in the stories

Humans...

Lian followed his brother, doing as said by not calling him, stepping on the snow and listening to it crunch while following the clanks of the armor of his brother

His armor, now that he had noticed, was the same model or at least very similar, of the other giants that seemed to be guards around the town, if not for the color

Giant soldiers that bowed slightly before walking past him

But Callias didnt seem to care about them, he walked on the side of the road past countless of admirors that spoke both about him and about Lian

"has master Callias bought a slave?" "Its the first time i see Sir De Nova interested in humans" "yet he returned all the gifted slaves, guess he was a picky one"

A slave...so thats what humans are here

Lian couldnt help but look down, where has his brother taken him? Why?

But as he walked wothout looking, he stumbled right against he subject of the many murmurs

-wha-...?-

He could tell his brother glanced at him before turning to talk with the one that stopped him

Not a cold glance, nor an angered one or a worried one

His brother seemed to be talking with a fine looking giant, one with a white armor, an enormous sword on the back and the smile of the priest of his orphanage

-aah! Sir Callias, ots always a pleasure to see you-

Shaking hands, Callias looked at him once again with no other face than the default emotion-less one, his usual dark and severe look that made everyone think he was contemplating murder

-hey...uhm...Rhune?-

...

The giant in white couldnt help but laugh, loudly and holding himself for whole seconds before wiping a tear and looking up at the Sir

-ahah...ha...i...im Kehold Varsaha...we...we have spent the whole trip to Homaya together...two weeks...haha...

General of the third stack of the East...haha-

He was clearly offended and trying to mask it

But Cassian remained un-moved, just staring at the General with the gaze a child gives to homework

-pleasure to be meeting you again Sir Kehold Vasaha...

I do apologize but i find myself in a rush right now- it sounded weird

His brother wasnt usually so formal, he was a real prick back when he was young

Lian looked up at the two trying not to be seen by the one in the front, peeking from his brother's side and hoping the giant would just go away

But as his brother spoke to the general, this one didnt seem to listen, widening his smile and frowning in an embarassed manner

-Sir, there's no need for such formalities, especially from you

I heard many of your stories and say with my own eyes what you can do with only a wooden training sword- bowing slightly

So his brother was quite the piece hm..?

Between the snow and the looks of the giants, Lian couldnt help but start feeling suffocated, pulling his hands as the rope seemed tighter, breathing heavily as air started to lack

Slowly, the voices of his brother and his admiror started to become a background effect, a fuzzy, confused sound, and the crunching snow under the feets of the giants that walked past became loud

Out of instinct, he couldnt help but take his hands out the blanked that clinged on his shoulders, and find balance by holding himself on the cape of his brother, that only when the general pointed out about Lian he noticed, and the voices became even fuzzier

Hey....it? Is...ok?

And he couldnt breath anymore

The last thing he remembered was his brother kneeling to him, holding him up with hands that could crush his skull, calling his name before taking him in his arms and walking away, pushing the general away

Where was he taking hin again? This was the secind time he fainted in the presence of his brother, and the first one resulted in him waking up on a boat with a giant version of his sibling and tied hands

He better explain him whats happening next time he wakes up

#giant #giant tiny #tiny #gianttiny #gt angst #macro #micro #accidental fearplay #brotherhood #confused #scared

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digenerate-trash · 1 year ago

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Yan bailey finds a broken pregnancy test and starts panicking cuz he wasn’t ready to find out PC has a child like uhh … tbh this is optional you could probably write about

Intentional wrong name calling

👇

badly.. bailey but bad… or keyler and snowy maybe sinme,Robber just the cats of dog

Deez of gays

I'm trying my best to dispher this dude but I'm ready hyrogliphs here-

- Are you asking for bailey finding a positive pregnancy test???

- are you saying you want me to make bailey worse?

- Kylar and snowy??? Like you want Christmas kylar?? Winter kylar??

-and lastly is this a pet play reference?

And does it all have to be one fic?

Please let me know I wanna help so bad

#ask #yan dol

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nei-ning · 21 days ago

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I've been sleeping VERY BADLY for weeks, getting sick because of it, having random weird dreams which I don't remember etc. But this morning's dream I remember this:

I stood on this HUGE wide area by the sea which looked like old military base (for planes for example). Now there was some grass and tiny cute houses as a super tiny village. There was like 2 or 3 houses but it had such an old tiny village feeling and look to it :D

At one point I went on toe road further away and there was snow and lots of animal prints. I left there seeds for birds to eat before coming back to the central of this "village". There was a man waiting for me but I didn't see him clearly. Imagine you see a figure from the corner of your eye without looking at them directly, tho.

However, I did meet Grimmjow very fast (like few seconds) before he turned into Aomine. He had official paper which he filled. He first needed to fill all his information in one paper, then filling mine in the second. If I remember right, it was about hiring me. He was giving me a job - even if it was (at first) only about me cleaning / brushing the central on this village. To keep it clean. It was spotless already so there really wouldn't had been much to clean :'D

I signed the paper or then Aomine signed it for me with my permission. After that he left and third man took his place. Now, this man I didn't see well enough at least, but I got Gan Ning vibes from him more or less. We had to hold on the same silky scarf while walking / standing on the square of the village since the wind from the sea was HARD. If we didn't hold onto each other like this, one of us would had been flying away with the wind!

I laughed at this man about it. Saying I really enjoy the hard wind since it's refreshing but at the same time it could fly me away, ahah. It was very nice and beautiful, tho!

Inside one house was this weird gorilla animal. The fur was more like green moss and body made of different sized rock pieces. It also was wearing brown saddle. It was either someone's pet or being held captured. The man who I was with asked me about it, stating something about if we could ride it (probably to get away from this place). I didn't know the answer for that.

Then, at one point, I am in my old apartment with my father and mother. My father is searching for food and shower gel to wash himself but I had none of them :'D I cursed in my mind how I should have listened my intuition in the day before and get all those stuffs.

I finally woke up after sleeping only for 3h. I even took melatonin to sleep better and longer but bullshit. I feel like I'm more tired than without it. Also, I'm not sure is weather effecting me.

It's freaking DECEMBER and we are getting RAIN! No cold, no snow, just rain and ugly nature! This has never happen before in my life! Last year this time we had lots of snow with -30C temperatures!

I want my winter. I want it dark, cold and snowy! Don't get me wrong, tho. I LOVE rain but ONLY during other seasons. Regular rain doesn't belong in winter.

#text #dream #neis dream #Aomine #Grimmjow #Gan Ning #Kannikka #just in case #1.12.2024

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hannahwatcheshorror · 3 months ago

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MISERY (1990)

A horror film based on a book by Stephen King starring James Caan and Kathy Bates? Um, yes. It would be very hard for them to miss with a lineup like that. Simple setting, they read the book, they didn’t use everything from the book but this review isn’t a comparison to the book, just a review seeing if this was a good movie or not and it was great. Much like CREEP this is a perfectly titled movie because the title is what you feel, MISERY.

⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

[Before we even begin I know this is a story of writers writing writers (Hello, SINISTER) BUT this is Stephen King we are talking about here, and that man can write as a woman (Hello, GERALD'S GAME) and it isn’t just palatable it’s goddamn delectable SO I urge you not to try and fight me when it comes to this man and his works unless they are torn asunder like in PET SEMATARY 2019.]

So Misery is the name of the book character our main character, Paul, writes about, a pig that Annie owns, and a state of being our characters are constantly in. Paul is collected from a snowy accident by his number one fan Annie Wilkes who is absolutely not a nutter (or a dirty birdie). Annie used to be a nurse so she has a ton of medical stuff at her house and even pain pills which Paul needs badly because his legs look like twisted up pipe cleaners.

The new Misery book (about Paul's character, not the pig) is out and Annie is beyond dismayed to find out that Paul has killed off his titular character (well, he didn’t kill her, the alarming rate of death during childbirth in the 1800s did). I ought to tell you that I have often been rocked by the characters our own Mr. King has decided to kill off (Having read Cujo and Billy Summers and feeling my hide rather chapped) but it was a choice by the artist so you have to let it be. Annie would not let it be. Annie had him burn the book he had just finished (too many curse words) and now he is writing “Misery’s Return.” Annie is nuts (but also might be onto something? Who wouldn’t want to see “Cujo’s Return?” (Just kidding, the dog wasn’t who I was talking about)).

Our newly addicted Paul and his number one fan/keeper are working on the new book and progress is pretty good considering when he sets Annie off she punishes him with bodily harm. It was just a little hobbling, nothing crazy, just a little something to keep him from running off (there is no such thing as just a little hobbling). Paul was able to escape the room a few times but it didn’t help him much, only in finding out that Annie has been killing people and getting away with it for years (she has a little murder scrapbook). Newspaper clippings about his missing car are in there too but the cops in Colorado are particularly useless in finding him.

After we get to the end of the movie, the end of the book, and the end of a policeman's life (he ended up finding the barn but Annie was too quick for him), Paul is ready for the end of Annie. He has been benching his heavy typewriter when she wasn’t around so he is very strong, he burns the book (or fake pages of the book, he isn’t going to burn his work again, he’s done it before and it hurt him badly) and while Annie is distracted he goes at her with the typewriter. They scuffle but Paul comes out victorious. He is able to survive, escape, sell his books and live to tell his tales. The movie wasn’t as miserable as the book was, but this isn’t a review on how it stacked up to the book, so I am not going to take any stars off because it lacked some of my favorite bits (though I highly recommend you read MISERY).

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solemnly-mischievous · 3 years ago

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rivalry (d.m. x reader)

You and Draco Malfoy have a rocky relationship, at best. It'd be better to describe it as a rivalry. But all it takes is a bit of fire from your end to finally make him snap.

(AKA: I just really wanted to write an enemies-to-lovers trope for my first fic.)

A/N: Hi! First fic. Hope you like it. :)

Contains: Degradation, slight edging, d/s elements, slight dub-con (but not really; full consent is clearly given), light humiliation

Word count: 3.9K

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Normally, Defense Against the Dark Arts would be your favorite class. The spells you learn are fun and useful; Professor Lupin is always a plus, and most importantly, you’re good at the subject—so bloody good, you’ve bested even Hermione and Harry multiple times.

But lately, you’ve been finding yourself dreading the lessons. So much, in fact, that you were half-considering asking Hermione to hex you just to get out of your afternoon class.

Why? It’s a pretty easy answer when you got down to it.

Draco Malfoy.

You’d had an ongoing rivalry with the git since third grade. He’s been terrorizing you and your friends, mostly because of Harry, but along the way the two of you had begun building a personal vendetta.

(He probably hasn’t quite yet forgiven you for hexing him so badly he’d had to stay in the Infirmary for weeks, and you certainly haven’t forgiven him for causing your friends so much grief over the years.)

This year, you’d thought you could try your best to avoid him, with your upcoming N.E.W.T.s and all. But DADA had other plans.

Professor Lupin had begun experimenting with mixing up partners for class—it was, after all, a very hands-on class—and had apparently decided that cross-house interaction would build bonds and skill. His exact words were, “If they’re your friend, you’re gonna go easier on them. In the real world, you never know who you’re fighting with—or against.”

So he’d randomized the name list. You, being Gryffindor, knew immediately you wouldn’t be with any of your closest friends—but you hoped that perhaps you’d be paired with Cedric, or Luna, or anyone but—

“Your partner is Draco Malfoy,” Professor Lupin informed you when he got to your name, and you immediately make to protest.

“Her?” a voice came just as you complained “Not him”, and the students parted to reveal Draco himself, glaring daggers at you and Lupin.

“Yes, her,” Lupin replied, unruffled. “Now, pair up, everyone. We’re practicing Stunning today.”

That day, you’d fucking limped out of the classroom. Not to say Draco had gotten it easier—he could barely stand after you Disarmed, Stunned, and hit him with a nasty stinger hex just for the sake of it. (You’d gotten detention, but it was worth it.)

Today’s your second class with Malfoy, and you’ve never wanted more to be able to commit violent actions in your life.

“Please,” you whisper to Hermione as your group enter the DADA classroom. “Just one hex. I won’t even go to Pomfrey. No witnesses. You could just Petrify me, if that’s more to your liking.”

She sighs. “I’m not going to Petrify you.”

“’Mione,” you say, scandalized. “I thought we were friends.”

“Pair up, everyone,” Lupin calls out. Your friends shuffle away and you close your eyes, already getting a headache from the thought of—

“Well, well.” That fucking smarmy voice. “If it isn’t Potter’s little friend.”

“If it isn’t Daddy’s boy,” you snap, opening your eyes and glaring at Malfoy, who already has his wand out. “Bugger off, Malfoy.”

“Afraid I can’t do that.” Draco’s eyes narrow. Clearly, he’s as displeased with the situation as you are. “What are we doing today, then? Can’t wait to knock you down a few notches. Star of the class, my—”

“Patronuses!” Professor Lupin announces from across the room, and your heart soars—Patronuses, you could do that. Harry, months earlier, had taught you how to perfect a corporeal form in exchange for tips on his Astronomy essay. He isn’t here today—maybe you could be the only one in the class to do it.

Lupin continues, “Yes, the Patronus—an essential in the world of Defense magic. We’ll be starting with just the simple basics of it. A strong flick of the wand, and the words ‘Expecto Patronum!’. Say it with me, everyone.”

You chorus the words obediently along with the class, Malfoy’s snort of derision not going unnoticed.

“Good. Good, good, now—the key to the Patronus is to think of a happy memory. It has to be strong. Remember, Dementors feed on misery—it’s the only way to keep them away. Now, go practice. I’ll be walking around to see if there’s any problems.”

“Expecto Patronom,” Malfoy repeats in a mocking voice once the classroom starts filling with the chants of fellow students. “Doesn’t Potter know how to do that one? Heard he can do a deer. Pretty weak animal if you ask me—”

“A stag,” you correct. “And it’s Patronum, not Patronom.”

He glares at you again. “Think you’re so smart, don’t you?”

“Certainly smarter than you are.” You glance at him. “Though that’s not saying much, is it?”

You give Fred Weasley, who’d circled around to hear the conversation, a not-discreet fist-bump.

“Alright then.” Malfoy spits out your last name, trying to provoke you. “Let’s see you do it.”

“You try,” you suggest, hiding your smirk. “Unless you’re too scared.”

Draco grits his teeth. Unwilling to back down from a challenge, he brandishes his wand. “Expecto Patronum!”

A thin, wispy light appears at the end of his wand—weak, but clearly visible. Classmates around you murmur as they notice it, and Professor Lupin beams as he sees Draco’s doing. “Very good, Draco! A fantastic start.”

Draco flicks his wand smugly and the Patronus charm dissipates. He smirks, shooting you an expectant look.

You take out your wand, feeling its familiar grip, and you close your eyes. You recall the memory of a weekend in Hogsmeade with your friends, drinking Butterbeer as you stroll through the snowy village, pointing out the shops and people. Unconsciously, you smile.

“Expecto Patronum!”

Light blazes so bright you can see it under closed eyes, and you open them to find a glowing golden retriever prancing out the end of your wand. It bounds around in the air joyfully, leaving a trail of light where it leaps, and circles the classroom, eventually coming back to you and wagging its tail.

Professor Lupin is grinning, utterly delighted as he takes in your Patronus. Calling your name, he exclaims, “That is phenomenal—you’ve learned fast. Very impressive job!”

You smile back, and your Patronus glows lighter in response. You quickly call it off, the light being a bit too much, and the rest of the class passes by in a haze of awed murmurs and classmates asking your advice on their spellwork. You become so preoccupied, you don’t even notice Draco’s unrelenting stare on your back.

The class ends fast, the bell tolling to signify the start of what would be a study period for you. As students trail out of the classroom, chattering happily, Professor Lupin calls you over.

“Listen, I want you to know that what you did today was truly impressive,” he says, seriously. “I assume Harry laid out the groundwork, yes?”

You nod. He smiles. “You and Harry both are very accomplished students, then. But truly—I doubt many Aurors could’ve managed what you did today.”

“Thank you, Professor.” Your words are sincere.

“My pleasure.” Professor Lupin shoots you an apologetic look. “Now, I’m terribly sorry, but I have off-grounds business to attend to—would you mind setting the classroom to rights? I’m afraid I had to push the desks and chairs back for our class, but I don’t have time to put them back. I’ll write you a note, if you—”

“Oh, no, Professor, don’t worry, it’s a study period. I’d be glad to help.”

“Thank you,” he says, relieved, already heading out the door. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, then. I’ll bring chocolate to compensate!”

“Goodbye, Professor!” you call, and he echoes it, and then he’s gone. You look around the classroom, seeing all the desks in the back, and you crack your knuckles. Time to get to work.

“Well. Quite the teacher’s pet, aren’t we?”

Merlin’s fucking beard.

“Bloody hell, Malfoy,” you mutter, turning around to find him leaning against the classroom doorframe. His blond hair glints silver in the sunlight, and his entire outline—his uniform, his stance, his dark gaze—is just… honestly, unfairly attractive.

So maybe your first impression of Draco Malfoy, years ago, wasn’t that he was a self-entitled git. Maybe, just maybe, you’d thought he was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen.

And maybe that feeling never went away.

Not that you’d let him know that.

“What are you doing here?”

“Study period.” He starts walking towards you, shutting the door behind him. “Couldn’t help but be curious as to what Lupin wanted with you.”

“What’s it to you?” you snap. Malfoy doesn’t reply.

“Why do you insist on being so difficult?” he asks instead, and you blink.

“Me?” you splutter. “Difficult? Fat lot of sense that makes, with you fucking insulting me at every move I make—”

“As I recall, our first interaction was you hexing me in third-year.” Malfoy sounds amused.

“You pushed Harry into the lake,” you snap at him. “You bloody well deserved it.”

Draco laughs. “Good times.”

“Malfoy, what the bloody hell are you doing here?”

“You’ve got quite a mouth.”

“My mouth is also capable of jinxing you three ways to Friday, so I suggest you leave me alone, yeah?” Your fingers twitch towards your wand in preparation, and he only looks on with derision.

“I’m just frightened,” Malfoy sneers. You barely notice him slipping off his rings, pocketing them. “Potter taught you that Patronus charm, didn’t he?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Nothin’. Just wondering what else he taught you.” A vengeful mood seems to have taken Draco. “You seem to hang out with him an awful lot.”

“It’s called having friends,” you snap right back. He looks as though he’s about to retort, but you push on. “Unfamiliar with the concept? Wouldn’t be surprised. Crabbe and Goyle don’t seem like the best conversationalists, are they? Just a couple of goons. Wonder why you don’t have better friends. Friends you can actually talk to who operate with more than one braincell.”

“Shut—”

“Maybe it’s because no one wants to be near you,” you continue, years of pent up frustration spilling out in a vitriolic spiel. “Because you’re a miserable bastard who doesn’t know how to be happy, aren’t you? You drive everyone away and then you go after more because you’re lonely and sad and fucking pathetic—”

“Shut up,” Malfoy repeats with a vehemence.

“—and it’s too fucking late to repair the damage you’ve done—”

“Shut up,” Malfoy snarls, and you stare into his narrowed eyes.

“Fucking make me,” you snap back, and he lunges.

You’re pinned against the wall of the classroom, Malfoy’s wand to your throat and a hand fisting your robes to render you immobile. Draco flicks his wand, ever-so-slightly, and you hear the classroom door lock with a wordless spell.

“Malfoy,” you whisper, but he cuts you off.

“Shut the fuck up or I swear you’ll bloody regret it,” he hisses.

“Draco,” you begin, and he curses.

“Fuck it.”

Gripping your robes, he leans in and kisses you.

It’s rough and demanding and you think he’s trying to hurt you, with how much his teeth scrape against your bottom lip and bite down gently, but you’re not pulling away, he’s not pulling away, and you find yourself leaning into the kiss, arching up to meet him—

He breaks away and looks at you, smirking.

“If I’d known that’s what it would take for you to shut your bloody mouth, I’d have done it years ago.”

“Let me go, Malfoy,” you say shakily, but even as he loosens his grip slightly, you show no sign of moving.

“If you’d wanted to leave you’d have Stunned me long ago,” he states, truthfully. Your wand is fully in reach. You know how to do wordless spells. And yet you let him kiss you.

“Shut up,” you grumble, still not moving.

“I think, perhaps,” Draco murmurs, glancing down at your body, “you’re enjoying this.”

“No,” you argue, and his wand digs into your neck—not enough to hurt but enough to register.

“Shh,” Draco hushes, almost condescendingly. “Be quiet, now. That’s a good girl.”

Involuntarily, you shudder at his words. They made your legs weak, and you fight off the urge to audibly whimper—what the hell’s gotten into you?

Maybe he won’t notice. Maybe he hasn’t noticed.

Of fucking course he notices.

“Oh?” The shit-eating smirk on his face is enough to make you glare absolute daggers at him. “Don’t give me that. You shivered. You liked it.”

“Shut up,” you say again, with no real strength.

“Don’t you want to be my good girl, sweetheart?” he teases cruelly, and you have to close your eyes to fight off the blush. It doesn’t work, and your face grows hot with embarrassment and arousal.

“Dear me,” Draco says mockingly. “What happened to the spitfire from minutes ago, hm? Still feeling like saying those words to me? Still feeling like being bad?”

Inadvertently, you shake your head.

“Who’s pathetic now?” he mocks, grinning, letting his wand trail a cold path down your neck, over your collarbone, until it rests on the top button of your uniform. “May I?”

The question sounds mocking, but he meets your gaze and you know he’s honestly asking for permission. And you give it to him, nodding, even as your blush deepens. Draco undoes your buttons, one by one, with tiny flicks of his wand, until your shirt is fully unbuttoned and you’re exposed to his gaze.

Draco shoves his wand into his belt and pushes your bra out of the way with an almost laughable urgency, getting a full, appreciative look at your breasts. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs. “Shame they belong to such a fucking headache, hm?”

You grumble some sort of an insult, and Draco pinches a nipple, which shuts you up effectively. “That’s what I thought.”

His hands trail down to your skirt, and instead of undoing the button he leans down and scoops the fabric up. “Here, be good and useful and hold this for me.”

The indifferent praise and the degradation combined has you obeying immediately, hoisting your skirt up and baring yourself to him, which only adds to an eddying swirl of shame and arousal pooling in your gut. Draco looks at you, stares, really, and it’s with a predatory grin that he reaches over to caress you through your panties.

“Soaked,” he observes, sounding both amused and satisfied. “You always get off this much to being treated like a right slut, then?”

“Draco,” you whine, bucking your hips up into his almost phantom touch. “Come on.”

“Is that how we ask nicely?” Oh, this bloody git. You’ll never be able to look at him again—he’s going to be so fucking smug around you.

When you don’t answer, he withdraws his touch completely, and you make a sound of protest. “No, no, please.”

“Go on.”

“Please touch me,” you try, but it’s hard to focus when you’re so goddamn wet you’re soaking through your panties.

“Not quite,” Draco muses. He’s palming himself through his trousers, and the sight turns you on impossibly more. “Come on, then—convince me.”

“Draco, please touch me,” you beg. One of your hands drift down to your panties but he slaps it away immediately, shooting you a warning look. “Please!”

“Touch you where?” He wants you to say it.

“Touch my cunt, please, Draco, fuck, I’m so wet it hurts,” you beg, and it’s true—you’re aching with arousal, and if he doesn’t touch you within the next few seconds you think you really just might combust. “Please, please touch me, I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you want, just touch me.”

“If only the school could see you now,” he sneers, but even he seems to break his self-control and he tugs your panties down harshly, all but ripping them off. “Baring yourself to me and begging to be touched like a whore.”

“I’m not—oh,” you gasp, his fingers pressing into your cunt immediately and his thumb working on your clit, sending waves of pleasure so potent you almost double over. His fingers are long and thin, which is why he can press two in without preamble, and the stretch is barely noticeable.

“You’re not what? A whore?” Draco laughs. “Please. Look at yourself.”

“’m not,” you insist, but you clench around his fingers at his words and he raises an eyebrow.

“I think you’re lying.” He presses a third finger in and you whine, little sounds of pleasure escaping your lips as he works you open. “Quieter, now, or I’ll have to gag you.”

You bite your lip, and Draco thumbs your clit as a reward and incentive. “Now, tell me what you are. Be truthful, or I won’t fuck you. I’ll leave, leave you here with your shirt hanging open and your skirt up, the doors wide open. Maybe the next bloke who stumbles in might help you.”

Your eyes widen—he wouldn’t. But his gaze is dead serious. “Say it.”

“I’m a whore,” you breathe, and he thrusts his fingers into you, hitting that right spot. “Draco!”

“Say it louder,” he orders, angling his fingers and curling them.

“I’m a whore,” you moan out, bucking your hips upwards—you’re close, you’re so close. “Draco, I—”

He stops moving, and his other hand pinches your clit harshly. “No.”

You let out a gasp of shock and hurt, reeling from the denial and pleasure. “But—”

“You’re not fucking coming until I say so,” Draco hisses, undoing his belt and pushing his trousers down. “And I’m not saying so until I properly fuck you into a bloody wreck.”

His cock is already hard, and he positions himself right at your entrance. You can feel him, his tip pressed against your wetness, but not pushing in. “Draco—”

“I think,” he muses, and you want to scream, “one day I’ll drag you into a broom closet. Fuck your throat so hard you won’t be able to talk for the day. You’ll look pretty, don’t you think?”

“Please—”

“Or I’ll bring you back to my dorm, so I can fuck you until you’re screaming yourself hoarse,” Draco says thoughtfully. “Your dorm works. So long as I can ruin you.”

“Malfoy—”

“Because it’s just so—” and he pushes into you in one swift movement, fucking into you immediately with a fast and rough rhythm, “—fucking nice to see you being a slut for me.”

“Fuck!” You grind your hips along with his rhythm, feeling the tightness of your cunt around his cock, and you clench as he hits your sweet spot with the right angle, almost shaking with the pleasure that it gives you.

Draco groans your name, fucking you brutally as he chases his own release, already pent-up from the teasing and the sight of your wrecked state. “’m gonna come on your tits, would you like that? Get it all fucking messy, maybe get some into your mouth, get you fucking ruined?”

“Please, please, fuck, please let me come,” you plead him, feeling your impending orgasm barrel towards you—you couldn’t last, you can’t fucking last—

“Fucking hold it,” Draco snaps. “Hold it like a good fucking girl, you understand?”

You let out a mournful sound, but you nod—yes, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please—

“Salazar, I’m fucking close,” Malfoy breathes into your ear, his voice rough and strained. “You feel so good, love, so bloody tight.”

“Please,” you whimper, not even sure what you’re pleading for at this point. Draco exhales shakily and curses, pulling out and pushing you to your knees with such a force that you drop down, your skirt being the only padding.

“Wh—?” you try to ask, but Draco is already pumping his cock and then he’s coming all over your face, some of it dripping down to paint your breasts as he’d promised. Draco leans down to gather some release on a finger and pushes it into your mouth, eyes darkening as you suck and swallow around it.

“Good girl,” he praises, and you almost come right there.

“Draco, please,” you beg, still on your knees and still absolutely fucking desperate for release that he’s been denying you for the past half hour. “Please let me—”

“Alright, spread your legs, c’mon,” Draco guides, and you obey and then he’s there, thumb rubbing steady circles around your clit and two fingers pushing inside you once more. You whine and grind into his fingers, his touch, hips following his movement as he pushes you closer—closer—

“Fuck!” you sob as he senses your impending orgasm and stills his hand. “No—no, why?”

You sound like a petulant child and Draco laughs at you, and it’s an unfair move and a mean sound but it somehow turns you on even more. “I’m just messing, sweetheart.”

Fuck you, you badly want to say, but somehow you feel like that won’t get you what you want.

Draco starts moving again, his fingers gaining speed, and the sound of them pumping in and out of your soaked cunt sounds delightfully dirty. You’re quickly pushed to the edge again, and amidst your pleasure you eye Draco distrustfully.

“Please,” you whisper, and he smirks at you.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

And he thumbs your clit and you’re coming, gasping with the pleasure and shaking as he eases you through it. His fingers don’t stop moving, even after your orgasm has faded, and you squirm in discomfort as he overstimulates you.

“Stop—please—”

“Promise me you won’t be a bloody pain again,” Draco levels at you, and you want to glare back but his fingers curl inside of you and you yelp with pleasure and pain. “Promise me, or I’ll keep going.”

“I—I won’t be a pain,” you mumble, trying to squeeze your thighs together to get rid of his touch, but he perseveres, flicking your clit mercilessly.

“Say you’ll be good.”

“I’ll be good,” you manage, so close to sobbing from the frustration. “Please, Draco, I’ll be good, be good for you, please stop.”

He relents and you feel him draw his hand back. You close your eyes and you hear him tug his trousers back on, buckling his belt. You feel strangely empty without him—without his fingers, his cock, his touch.

Draco produces a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes the sweat, drool, and cum off your face, helping you button your shirt back up as well. “You alright?”

“Never better,” you reply, opening your eyes to see him staring at you in concern, all traces of the cruel tease earlier gone. Outside, the sun is setting, casting orange hues into the classroom, and you suddenly remember. “I—oh, bloody hell, I have to arrange the desks for Lupin—”

“I’ll do it. Stay here.”

Draco stands up and takes out his wand, flicking it twice in quick succession. A wordless spell. As you watch, the desks and chairs slide back to where they used to be, neatly arranging themselves in rows.

You’re impressed as he comes back. “What spell is—hey!”

He’s flicked his wand once more and torn your panties clean off your legs.

“Draco—what in Merlin—”

“A souvenir.” Malfoy smirks, stuffing your soaked panties into the pocket of his trousers. “And payment for the desks.”

“You’re a bloody prick,” you say, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Careful now, love. Remember what you promised.” Draco’s tone is playful, but warning. “I’m a man of my word, so you should choose yours carefully. Next time I won’t be as gentle.”

Caught off-guard, you can only nod obediently, which seems to please him. But you can’t promise you won’t slip back into old habits the very next day. Whatever the case, one thing was clear—there would almost certainly be a next time.

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tetralea · 4 years ago

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Ski date

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 6.2 K+

Warning: idiots in love, awkward flirting, kissing, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (female recieveing),

Summary: Tom invites you to join him and Harry skiing, and you say yes. Not so secretly hoping one of you finally makes a move and ends the months long mutual pinning finally.

It’s very fluffy on main, with some good amount of smut. There is an entire scene of smut I didn’t include, it’s very long already, so if you are interested let me know and I might write it.

A/N: I love skiing, you might be able to tell it after reading this. The reader is skiing, because I do, so that’s that. Thank you for everyone who encouraged me on writing this. I hope you’ll like it.

It’s been fairly long since you got to go skiing, so when Tom asked if you wanted to join him and Harry, you said yes, way too fast.

So here you were, feeling at the top of the world as the Sun was shining, on the beautiful snowy mountain tops all over the horizon. It was the definition of freedom. The mountains, the snow, you skis and speeding down on the slopes until your thighs were burning.

And now, a pair of deep brown eyes, which you caught staring at you from time to time, only added to the thrills.

Your close friendship with Tom slowly grew to an endless mutual pining, slowly driving everyone around you crazy, but the both of you played safe, not daring to make a move until you worked together, but up in the mountains everything felt so different.

His eyes were shining just a bit more bright, his smile seemed just a bit more wide and carefree and the wind carried his clear, happy laughter a tiny bit further.

‘How about a hot chocolate there?’ You heard Tom’s voice behind you as he walked next to you easily in his boots. His gloved hand was pointing to a small, bright coloured place at the still sunny part, halfway down to the valley.

‘Sounds good to me.’ You nodded, turning to Harry and seeing his unruly curls moving around on his forehead as they peaked out of his helmet.

‘Sure, you guys are so lazy tho, we just had lunch.’ He complained before dropping his board on the snow. After a few seconds of shuffling around all three of you were ready to race downhill enjoying the more than beautiful spring weather and the almost empty slopes.

‘Can you please bring me one?’ You asked Tom, while getting rid of your coat and helmet and settling into the comfy sun chairs.

‘What do I get if I bring you one?’ He asked with a playful, almost flirty tone.

Maybe it was the place, or maybe it was the way he got rid of his helmet running his fingers through his messy brown curls, giving you a challenging smile, you felt brave. ‘What do you want?’

He leant down, to get his wallet out of his backpack, and to get closer to you, the tension between the two of you almost visible as he looked at you, biting his lips slightly. ‘Just a small kiss, darling.’ His voice was low, a lot more quiet as he tilted his head a little when his long finger touched his skin to show you the exact spot on his cheek he had in mind. Tom’s eyebrows were high as he was waiting for your answer.

‘Alright, love,’ you emphasised the pet name for him, ‘with whipped cream, without a straw.’ His eyes were locked to yours until he straightened himself and looked at Harry, who was trying to pretend that he found something very interesting on his phone, and not paying attention to your shameless flirting.

It was hard to tell how much time passed when suddenly the Sun was gone and you opened your eyes to see what happened, not remembering any clouds from earlier.

Surely it wasn’t a cloud, but Tom was standing in front of you with a satisfied grin and two mugs of hot chocolate.

You reached out to get yours but he just shook his head with a small laugh, making Harry roll his eyes. Tom leant down and placed the mugs on the small table next to you to free his hands and to get to the same level with you. You tried to blame the non-existent wind for the slight blush on his cheeks, and you told yourself you only imagined the anticipation in his eyes as he looked at you.

Nonetheless you sat up straight as he was kneeling on the wooden floor, both of your hands sliding onto his cheek to hold his head steady as you pressed a small, but firm kiss to his skin. It was only a brief moment, but you felt your heart racing against your ribs and your breath shaking a bit as you let him go, his cheeks now definitely red and blushing.

‘Thanks.’ Your voice was merely a whisper as you gave him a soft smile before turning to your drink.

Harry was already battling with the whipped cream on the top of his drink, trying his best not to let it drip onto his fingers. Now seeing that you and Tom wore done with flirting again, he started a story.

Long minutes gone by as the three of you just enjoyed the sunshine and the sweet beverage, you tried your best not to burn your tongue, which Tom did of course with the first sip immediately.

Focusing on the people sliding next to the small terrace and just marvelling at the giants of the nature surrounding you almost made you unaware of the pretty brown eyes lingering on your face, drkingin in every smile, every small sigh, every movement you made.

But you turned as he started to talk, catching him looking at you again.

‘Um… your face.’ Tom started unsure of how to explain himself, making Harry lean forward seeing what was happening to your face for himself. Now they were both grinning ear to ear, motioning around their own mouths trying to explain to you exactly where the chocolate strained your skin. ‘Wait.’ Tom chuckled a bit reaching forward with a small piece of napkin and he steadied your head with one hand at the back of your neck, while the other started to rub at the strain. You giggled at his not too gentle movements, before his pretty face lit up as he checked and noticed that he successfully removed the chocolate. ‘Now, it’s looking good.’ He said proudly leaning back to let Harry check as well.

‘Yepp, all gone.’ He gave you a thumbs up and a smile.

Tom let go of you and you started to get ready for the last few hours of skiing before the slopes closed.

The three of you always took turns whenever you got to a two seat chair lift, it was always someone else alone. Now you rode it with Tom for the third time in a row, Harry always being there first and leaving the two of you alone or searching for something in his bag telling you to go together. It was more than suspicious, why would anyone search for anything in their bags before the lift ride. He just tried to give you, any of you, that final push to make a move finally. A huge grin spread on your lips to the thought.

On the other hand you felt Tom sitting just a bit closer to you every time, blaming it on his snowboard that his knees were pushed to yours, during the whole ride. Whenever you crossed the valley and it got a bit more windy he encouraged you to scoot closer to him, leaning to his shoulder, finding shelter against the sharp wind. Not like it helped much, but you wouldn’t have admitted it for your life.

You enjoyed this closeness just as much, the small flirting, the small beaming looks and every time he was caught, he didn’t look away immediately, he held your gaze for a second, before smiling a bit and closing his eyes giggling. It felt like being a teen all over again.

It was nice, almost innocent.

You tried your best around Harry, not to bother or annoy him too much, but after the fifth ride together you didn’t need an excuse to press your thighs to his or lean to his shoulder, like it was all natural. Just chatting and telling stories, planning your next slide or arguing if snowboarding or skiing was better.

‘Look, look at him!’ You spoke fast in the friendly but heated argument as you pointed to a guy completely ruining the snow as he was just standing on his snowboard, sliding down in a way he pushed the snow from the surface completely.

‘Okay, sure, but people who can snowboard are not that bad.’ Tom threw his hands in the air defending himself. ‘We don’t do that much damage, like some who can’t ski and just push the snow with every turn.’

‘Oh, so you can snowboard well?’ You asked with a playful smile turning your head back from the slopes to face him.

‘I do.’ He answered confidently and licked his lips when he looked at you, suddenly hyper aware of how close the two of you sat, how close your face was and that your eyes shamelessly followed the movement of his tongue. His breathing hitched, eyes involuntarily drawn to look at your lips, red from the cold wind.

He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you so badly at that moment, but you were out in the open, God knows how high, and he doubted anyone knew it was him in that gear, he didn’t dare to risk it. Fuck this.

His hand moved a little finding yours, holding it reassuringly through the thick material, while he still couldn’t look away from you.

‘I-, I think you are really pretty.’ He whispered, voice raspy and barely audible. It was a nice save, you chuckled closing your eyes, because you couldn’t hold it against his intense gaze anymore, there were too many things in there, neither of you could act on it at that moment.

‘Thank you.’ The corners of your mouth turned up and your lips were pulling so wide it almost hurt. You felt your cheeks heating up, his grip around your fingers just growing a bit stronger, holding on until you had to lift the bar to exit the lift.

Soon you were heading home, all three of you starving.

The next day you started early, still a bit sleepy, your muscles a bit sore from the previous day’s skiing but you didn’t mind.

It was the third day and you managed to go without falling, but it didn’t last much longer. You arrived at a rather steep part, and yet you weren’t exactly a beginner when your skis slipped on the ice hidden in the shadowy slope you lost your balance and the last thing you heard was Tom yelling your name, then it was a lot of snow in your face. You felt yourself sliding down, the pist being way too steep to just stop, your skis were long gone, and even tho you tried your best to get a grip on the snowy icy surface, it didn’t help. You were sliding down like a ragdoll, looking up, seeing Harry and Tom collecting your skis carefully following you until the slope wasn’t steep enough and you finally stopped.

They stopped on your boths sides with a sharp sound before sitting in the snow next to you.

‘You ok?’ Tom asked, just to be sure. Your fall was more comical than dramatic.

‘Yeah, yeah.’ You laughed, letting your body relax a little against the hard surface. ‘I think I just took the lazy route.’ You were joking, almost drinking the air as you tried to calm down your laughter. ‘However my everything is full of snow.’ You whined a little, unzipping your coat trying to get rid of it the best you could. The guys helped to swipe it off on your back and you were ready to start over.

‘Maybe you should change into something dry.’ Tom said with a bit of a hesitation, unsure of all the crazy ideas in his head. ‘We still have a few days here, it wouldn be a shame if you caught a cold.’ He tried to get his own back. All of you knew that this happens and your clothes weren’t even wet, but he had that same look on his face as last time. That anticipation.

You agreed and a few minutes later Harry stayed on the terrace of the hotel until the two of you went up to get you changed. The reason why Tom went was also unknown, but no one questioned it.

You quickly got rid of the coat and the pulover you were wearing, leaving you in your technical pants and secondskin on the top.

Tom on the other hand seemed to be frozen on the spot, his plan seemed to end there, having the two of you only in somewhere private.

‘Umm, can you please see if it’s wet on my back?’ It was all just playing along, everything on you were so dry, but you weren’t stupid.

‘Yeah, sure.’ Tom’s steps were quick as he walked to you. He reached out only using the back of his hand to see if the material was wet, he dabbed the top of your back a few times before his other hand was moving hesitantly to your hip and his other palm now slid across your back, until the top of your technical gear. ‘This looks good.’ He said slowly with voice low, both of his hands resting on your hips, holding you gently. You didn’t move, just whispered a small thank you, before you felt him slowly turning you around.

Your breathing hitched as you looked at him, your hands immediately finding support on his forearms. His fingers were drawing pretty circles on your second skin as they moved up to your waist, he stepped a little closer, his eyes never leaving you, he licked his lips again and he saw you letting out a small sigh.

‘Yesterday on the lift, there was something I wanted to do.’ You were clinging to his words, your breathing becoming even more laboured, suddenly all the skiing clothes becoming way too hot for this, but you couldn’t care. ‘I still want to.’ His voice was a bit shaking, only a bit louder than a whisper.

‘Yeah?’ You moved closer pressing your chest to his, your hands traveling up to his shoulders. ‘I think I know what you are talking about.’ It was difficult to look at him as you tilted your head, merely an inch away from his lips.

‘Good.’ Tom breathed the small word onto your lips as he pressed his lips to yours. He was gentle, slow, not wanting to rush for a second, just enjoying the feeling of your lips against his own, and the small sigh you let out as his hands moved up, holding you securely in his arms. It seemed to break his patience as he pressed you to his body, his hands moving back to your hips and up to the back of your neck, he opened his mouth cueing you to do the same as he deepened the kiss. It made you shiver as he bit your bottom lip and his tongue finally found yours. Now it was his turn to shigh into the kiss as your fingers ran through his hair pulling on the soft, slightly damp curls a bit.

It seemed like neither of you wanted to let go, whenever the kiss slowed down, changing back to small kisses and pecks one of you started it all over again. He already pulled the secondskin out of your pants, his hands finding the smooth, warm skin underneath, and he wanted more, so much more. Maybe it was too big of a step right after the first kiss, maybe, but he wanted you, naked, running his hands freely on your skin, feeling every inch of you close to him. It was his low growl and the way he firmly pushed you to the nearest wall, which brought back the both of you.

‘Harry is waiting for us.’ You tired to reason, but your raspy voice and swollen lips weren’t too convincing.

‘I know. I know.’ Tom stepped back, separating your bodies from each other. ‘Just don’t put back the same pulover. That would be suspicious.’ He bit his lips with a proud smile.

‘I think he knows what’s going on.’ You laughed as you finished dressing. ‘No one ever changes their clothes in April after falling.’ You squinted at him, stepping way too close.

‘Was that so obvious?’ He asked, being fake surprised, chasing after you in the room.

‘Yeah, we are kind of obvious for a few months now.’ Leaning to the wall was an open invitation and Tom took it gladly.

‘Good, because this was the last time I encouraged you to put more clothes on.’ His excited voice was mixing with a devilish smile and he gave you no time to respond. He caged your body and kissed you feverishly.

‘So bad?’ You asked with your eyebrows high, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him back to kiss you more. Feeling his body pressed tightly to yours, your fingers dragging across his back, trying to feel him more, whimpering in disappointment when you felt how good those baggy pants were hiding his hard on but it only encouraged him further.

‘Even worse.’ He knew even if he tried he couldn’t make you feel how bad the situation was through those pants, on the other hand he could walk out that door, no one noticing the massive hard on he had.

‘You know-,’ you started staring up into those lust blown brown eyes, ‘when we come up all of my clothes were dry, but now-’ you never finished and seeing him staring at you wide eyed for a moment before slipping out under his arm, your hand on the door handle, forcing him to behave, just made your panties even more damp.

Harry being the angel you never thought he would be, never brought up why the hell it took you fifteen minutes to change a pullover, instead he just asked if you were ready and walked out of the building.

You saw the looks Tom was shooting towards you, changing between adoration and lust, and you saw the way he wanted to show off to you on the slopes, it was adorable and nerve wracking at the same time.

Whenever he got you alone in the chair lift, Harry not being so charitable as he was last time, he held your hand through the gloves, or found excuses why he needed to take it off and swipe a non-existent stray of hair out of your face, or clean an also non-existent spot above your lips with his thumb. It felt cute and romantic. Other times he also held your hand, but a bit more firmly, massaging it impatiently, his eyes were dark, passion and want was mixing in them. These times he never said a thing, but you claimed to find a spot above his lips, pressing your thumb to his mouth in the process. He opened his mouth, showing you his teeth before biting on your finger a little and sucking it into his mouth briefly.

It was hard not to find another excuse to pull him up in the room and turn all the tension and longing of these last months into reality.

You still enjoyed skiing and the view and all that, but now he could steal your focus even easier, and you felt your heart stop for a second when you saw him fall. You helped him up from the ground wanting to pull him in a hug and kiss him but it was just out of the question.

By the end of the day you were going crazy in wanting to kiss him again. His pretty face being all rosy from the wind, his brown eyes lighting up every time your eyes met, and his messy curls made him ridiculously lovely and hot at the same time.

You offered the chance to Harry to go and have a shower first, maybe a bit more impatiently as you wanted.

‘Sure, thanks. I’ll knock before coming back to the room, just in case.’ He snorted before closing the door behind him.

‘Well, at least we don’t need to pretend anymore.’ You shrugged, but Tom was already gone in his head. He crawled in your bed, both of his hands on your cold cheeks, kissing you urgently. He was kneeling almost above you, so it only felt natural to lay down on the mattress to make it more comfortable to even out your momentarily height difference. Both of you were impatient. His hands were roaming under your secondskin in no time as his tongue was dancing with yours. He was laying next to you and a bit on your chest, his big warm hands setting your skin on fire, while he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, making out with you like you were teenagers, fooling around, not really knowing what’s going on just enjoying the sensations. It made your head spin, and your skin tingling, never wanting to let him go.

Except that you weren’t teens anymore, you were exactly knowing what was going on and what’s next. Your hands found the hem of Tom’s top and started to push the tight material up on his toned body. He sat up and got rid of it, dropping it on the ground. Not wasting any time pulling the one you wore over your head as well. It left you only in your sports bra in front of him.

‘I wanted to do this for so long, darling.’ He mumbled as he laid back, now between your legs, his hard on very prominent and pressing to your core through the thin material of the pants you were still wearing.

‘Much better.’ You breathed and started to kiss down on his neck, your hands freely roaming on his wide back as you rolled your hips to feel him even more.

Tom moaned into the kiss, returning the favour. It felt mind blowing feeling his weight on top of you, the warmth radiating from his body, his bare skin touching every yours and the outline of his cock pressed to your core. He returned to kiss your lips for a second before trailing down, his hot mouth and tongue leaving wet, red spots across your neck and collarbone.

‘I need you, Tom.’ As your body was heaving under his, rocking to compliment his movements, to make you feel more, your mouth pressed to his round shoulder, sucking and kissing, tasting his skin over and over. ‘Do you think it would be very obvious if we had a shower together?’ You asked in your final desperation. You were barely wearing any clothes, yet it was still too much to feel him in the way you longed for.

‘Yes.’ He moaned into your neck as your hands slid down onto his round ass cheeks and grabbed them. ‘But at this moment the only thing I care about is to be inside of you.’ He moved back up to your mouth until his hand pushed under your sports bra to cup your breast. Just as he was about to roll your nipple, you heard Harry knock and even through the haze of your passion that small voice found its way, screaming at you, to stop and respect his only request. You pushed Tom away gently, your eyes pleading to him to behave.

‘Thanks.’ Harry nodded, as his eyes took the state the two of you were in, and spearing yourself from any further embarrassment, you rushed into the steamy bathroom, closing the lock, just to be sure Tom didn’t follow. ‘So, you and her, finally?’ He asked cautiously.

‘Yes!’ Tom’s victorious grin spread across his whole face making Harry let out a small ‘wohoo’.

‘But you are sleeping in separate beds, because I am not waking up in the middle of the night for the two of you going at it.’ He raised his fingers, warning his older brother.

‘You sound like a mom, like it would stop anything, man.’ Tom grimaced and tried to doge the pillow Harry was throwing at him with a disgusted face.

‘Seriously, I can go to the sauna and the pool if you ask me to, I just don’t want to see or hear anything.’ He made a gagging face and flopped onto the bed starting to check the pictures he took during the day.

The two of you tried your best to behave, but now that touching each other and kissing weren’t completely off limits you got carried away sometimes. But the feeling of Tom’s hand on your thigh or around your waist as you were playing some games warmed your heart, that ‘finally’ feeling slowly settling in your chest. His kisses were playful, loving, unable to get enough of you, he stood behind you, holding your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as you fed him the first bite of peanut butter jelly sandwich you quickly made. Harry just turned his camera on silent mode, so he never bothered your sweet moments like this, genuinely being happy for the both of you.

It wasn’t difficult to fall into small acts like this, mostly in this environment. It was calmness itself. The mountains always amazed you and Tom just loved watching you as you marvelled at them, he loved your enthusiasm about everything and he mostly loved the way he made you all shy and biting your lips whenever he didn’t look away, and just kept admiring you.

The hot and heavy passion of that day shifted to something soft and loving, testing the waters, Harry occasionally faking an asthma attack to bring the two of you back to reality. The next day came fast, way too fast as you fell asleep in Tom’s arms, him sneaking into your bed, the small space forcing the two of you to stay close to each other, not that you mind it.

He woke you up with small kisses, giggling and smiling as you tried to fight him, to get a few more minutes of sleep. ‘Come on, love, the weather is beautiful and the slopes are calling us.’ He tried with his usual energetic voice, which was still a bit raspy from sleep, but he didn’t care.

‘The bed is also calling.’ You mumbled turning a little so you were on your back looking up on his pretty face. You let out a small puff of air as you took him in fully. His sleepy little face, his messy, morning hair, that sweet look in his eyes which now felt like it was only reserved for you.

‘But I’m hungry.’ Tom pouted, his puppy dog eyes begging for… food? You weren’t sure, but you gave in.

‘Alright, lovie, let’s get some food.’

Maybe it was just the morning haze, or the fact that he didn’t need to pretend at least in front of Harry anymore, he seemed to calm down since yesterday. Even when he got you alone while Harry was having his morning shower, he was holding you, laying in bed almost fully prepared to go, he was cuddling you, lazily making out with you, his hands caressing your cheeks and side.

On the slopes you had to play pretend again, but that day everything seemed to be perfect, even like that. Watching him slide so easily on the snow flashing you a smile from time to time, took your breath away for a second, and you found yourself slipping and falling a bit more than usual. You saw him snowboarding before and never once found it ridiculously sexy, but now? Oh, boy. You did, and loved every second of it whether you watched him from the end of the slope or above, it just set a slowly burning fire in your stomach.

Soon you were pretty preoccupied by his closeness again, his lips looking to be more and more inviting with every lift ride, you started to miss his hands on you and the softness of his hair between your fingers. With your mind not being focused on skiing on main anymore, you found yourself in the snow again and again. You never had it bad, you just mostly looked silly but the more you fell and had to get up the more tired you got and it was an infinite circle.

‘How about calling it a day early today?’ Harry offered as the three of you occupied one of the cabins on the lift. ‘I mean I could go till five, but maybe some rest would do good to you and I wanted to take some pictures in the village anyway.’ He offered.

‘Yeah, that might be good. My butt and arms hurt from falling so much.’ You agreed, not daring to look at Tom or asking him if he were to join you or Harry. The answer was obvious and you didn’t need to make it so clear in front of his brother.

You slid down one last time together before taking your gear back to the hotel, Harry changing back to some more comfortable shoes, while Tom and you headed back to the room.

You felt that tension only while the two of you were waiting for the elevator. As soon as you stepped in and the doors were closed you were on Tom and he did nothing to resist.

‘Would you mind if I wouldn’t let you rest right away?’ He asked between the heated kisses.

‘Just be mindful of my bruised parts.’ You grinned before kissing him again, not stopping until you felt the elevator stop.

The walk to your room was a bit faster than usual, Tom opened the door in record time and when it closed your back was pressed against it, those delicious lips on yours, helping each other to undress, the heavy coats and pants lading on the floor until you were only in your second skin pants and sports bra again. His large hands were roaming on your body, feeling every part of you, basking in feeling you just as he wanted again. Tom took one of your thighs lifting them up until his hips, so he could step even closer, basically pinning you to the door with his own body. It felt like time has stopped as your palms and fingers mapped out every muscle on his body, as you pulled on his curls and he moaned into your mouth shamelessly, as your fingers found his perfect butt again and dug your nails into it, pulling him even closer, however your didn’t think that was possible. His erection pressing to your thigh again, letting you know how ready he was for you.

His skilled lips and tongue left a wet trail of kisses on your neck, sucking and biting on your skin gently, being careful with not leaving any marks. He pushed up your sports bra and you helped him to get rid of it. It wasn’t even a second until he stopped to take you in before his hands started to fondle your breasts, his fingers finally pinching and you rolling your nipples, coaxing the sweetest whimpers out of you. His mouth returned to yours to a sloppy kiss, your teeth and tongue meeting as you couldn’t contain your noises anymore.

Those pants and panties started to feel like hell, clinging tightly to your body, and you needed him to do something about it.

To cue him, you took one of his hands and guided it until you hooked his finger into your remaining clothes, pressing it down a little.

‘Let’s get to the bed, lovie.’ Tom breathed onto your lips, grabbing your hips and hands and crossing the room in no time. When he stopped and crawled on your smaller bed, he got rid of every clothing on himself and helped you out of every single piece of clothing you had, leaving you completely naked for him. He took you in wordlessly, only his eyes letting you know how much he loved seeing you like this. He was also a sight, he was more than beautiful naked, his body perfect for you, his cock rock hard and way more thick than you imagined it. When you lifted your arms reaching out for him, he complied instantly laying down, his hips forcing your thighs open of him.

You kissed him slowly, just enjoying the moment, indulging in the feeling of his weight on you, of his skin on yours, his scent filling your senses, just this moment feeling completely surrounded by Tom. It didn’t take very long until it became heated as your bodies were rocking against each other, his cock head nudging your entrance, sometimes pressing against your clit.

‘You are so wet, darling.’ He groaned into the kiss. ‘Can I?’ He asked and waited the split second before you could whimper ‘yes’ before he gave in to the sweet invitation of your body and let his cock head slide into you. He broke the kiss, and tried to tilt his head to see your face better. Your eyes were closed and your brows knitted together as he was burying himself into you, and your sweet lips just turned into an ‘o’ when he finally bottomed out.

‘Sorry, I really wanted to wait with this and give you something more, but you felt too fucking good.’ He groaned and started to roll his hips into you. Soon your couldn’t hold back your moans, he pushed himself up to his palms to have more space as he was fucking into you. He opened his legs wider just to force yours open up even more for him. He speeded up, making your back arch from the bed, your nails digging into his butt once again. Hearing him lose it a bit more every time you did this, made your body tingle and his moans sent shivers down on your spine.

With a shudder he slowed down gradually, his thrust becoming deep and shallow, trying to buy himself some time. He grabbed your hand which was now holding onto the sheets desperately, and sucked it into his mouth, wetting it as much as he could. His eyes were locked on yours and you would have lied if you said it wasn’t something absolutely obscene, which made you clench around him, Tom shamelessly moaning around your fingers. When he was done, he guided that hand between your bodies, a surprised whimper falling from your lips as your own fingers touched your neglected clit. They were warm and wet from Tom’s saliva and you didn’t need any further comment on what he wanted you to do. He started to move again, his peace becoming frantic in a second, matching the way you rubbed your clit, getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

You opened your eyes for a second, looking up at him, his cheeks now positively red and flushed, his eyes closed, pleasure written all over his features and his pretty lips opening to a moan was all you needed. You fall over the edge, your body seizing up and your orgasm washing over you, making you tremble and whimper and only beg for more. Tom let go at the moment he felt you squeezing him tight and pulsing around him, milking every drop of his cum, his cock twitching inside of you until he was completely empty.

He tried not to collapse onto you, to keep himself up on his elbows and forearms while the both of you were panting and trying to come down from your highs.

He pressed a butterfly kiss to your neck making you shudder, then a lazy, satisfied kiss to your lips, feeling your arms around his neck and shoulders.

‘That was amazing.’ You sighed and shuddered again as he kissed your neck again.

‘Yeah, pretty amazing.’ Tom smiled, noticing how absolutely sensitive you become.

You were just laying there caged between the soft mattress and his firm body, enjoying his closeness, the way his slowly softening cock filled you up still, your body and mind feeling utterly at peace.

Before you could have fallen asleep he helped you out of the bed and into the shower, holding you steadily and gently washing the mess away from his body. He couldn’t help as his hands wondered, sliding between your folds to wash away his own cum, sliding them into you, feeling you sigh again as you were leaning to his torso. He was fingering you gently, having your mind filled with lust again. ‘I really wanna taste you, darling.’ He said and the next thing you knew you were nodding and he was on his knees one of your thighs across his shoulder as he was lapping and sucking on your fucked out pussy, quickly bringing you to another orgasm. When you weren’t trembling anymore and his name wasn’t the only mantra you had anymore he let go of you, finishing what he started, enjoying your nimble fingers on himself as you did your best to return the gentle favour of cleaning you up. You headed out until he did his best to dry his curls which were dripping on the floor, only for him to find you fast asleep in your bed.

He pulled the blanket over you, making sure that it covered you everywhere before settling in his own bed to start reading his next script, occasionally being interrupted by marvelling on your peaceful, sleeping form.

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whumpurr · 3 years ago

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Adrien and Sawdust part 2

Warnings: pet whump (and all that comes with that), disordered eating, emeto, unreliable narrator, a very brief and vague mention of past non con

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part 1

“Shit!” Adrien gasped, immediately and instinctively lunging forward to... Help? Hold? Sawdust, only to have the poor boy yelp and try to get away from Adrien, tipping over onto his side and almost falling into his own vomit. Adrien yanked himself back. The vomit was mostly bile, Adrien wasn’t sure when the last time Sawdust had a real meal was.

“I’m- m- so-sorry, Saw-Sawdust is so-orry,” Sawdust warbled out past trembling, wet lips.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, shh,” He didn’t reach towards him again, instead holding his hands passively in front of his own body. “Breathe for me, okay? I’ve got a mop somewhere, hang on.” Adrien gave the pet some space as he got up, finding a mop and a bucket. He quickly came back and gets to work cleaning up.

“Let- I can help, Master,” Sawdust whimpered, pushing himself to be on his hands and knees once again.

“No, no it’s fine.” Adrien finished cleaning quickly, pushing the mop and bucket off to the side to deal with later. “Let me get you some water, can I see your hands? I’ll get the tape off of them.”

Sawdust simply furrowed his brow and tilted his head.

Master wanted… Sawdust’s paws? Surely it’s to punish him for making a mess of the floor and then allowing Master to do all the work in cleaning it up. What will Master do? Will he use his belt on Sawdust’s arms? Or worse, a knife? Will he burn him?

It’s only what Sawdust deserves after all.

He shakily sat back on his bent legs and raised his paws for his master, trying to keep himself from crying. He wasn’t allowed to cry until the punishment actually started. He didn’t have anything to cry about yet, and if he started, then Master would only make the punishment worse, give him something to really cry about.

Master got up and went back into the kitchen. Sawdust remained with his arms out until he spotted Master’s tall form returning.

Holding a pair of scissors.

Sawdust tried to be brave, he really did. He wanted to be a good pet for his new master, his new master who was nice enough to bring him into his house instead of leaving him outside in the cold. But as Master kneeled down in front of Sawdust, and took one of his paws in his calloused fingers, tears finally rolled down Sawdust’s cheeks and he screamed, pulling his paws back to his chest.

Adrien dropped the scissors immediately, leaning back. He hadn’t held Sawdust’s hand that hard, he didn't understand what was happening.

“I’m sorry, Master!” Sawdust screams out, “I will behave, I promise, it won’t- won’t happen again!” He choked on his own sobs as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“What’s wrong, buddy?” Adrien asked, brow furrowed in concern, “I was just gonna cut the tape of your hands, did I hurt you?”

Sawdust seemed to be too far gone into his panic, holding his hands to his chest and screaming as he curled up as small as he could. He was hiccupping and sobbing so much that Adrien was scared he was going to make himself sick again. He’d turned his side to Adrien, and the man finally got to get a better look at Sawdust.

His body was bony, he could see the ridges of his spine through his tattered t-shirt. Along his legs were mazes of scares, splattered with bruises that were old enough at least that they were turning yellow. Adrien assumed that the people with that organization that had him weren’t hurting him, at least. From the looks of it though, they certainly weren’t feeding him.

Adrien was well aware that he was intimidating, especially to someone so small. Over six feet tall, his long black hair tied back in a low pony tail, his muscular arms and strong hands holding a pair of scissors; it couldn’t have looked good to Sawdust. He moved further back away from him, but Sawdust didn’t stop wailing. Adrien backed up until his back was pressed to the back of the sofa, and only then did Sawdust even open his eyes.

The small form of the pet hiccupped, wide, watery eyes peeking out from his curled form.

Adrien found himself somewhat curled up as well, knees drawn up just a bit, his socked feet pressed to the carpet. As Sawdust looked at him, Adrien gave as docile a smile as he could and a gentle wave. Sawdust’s bottom lip wobbled and his breath hitched with his tear filled gasps, eyes and cheeks a contrasting red to the sickly pallor of the rest of his body.

“I know you can understand me.” Adrien said, voice soft, “I… I guess you’re not going to believe me though. I understand that. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not quite interested- uh- in being your master, either.”

Sawdust’s eyes went wide and his brow pinched, his whole body flinching in response to that.

“I’m not gonna give you away, either!” Adrien hurried to correct himself. “I- Okay, look, sorry. I think maybe,” He glanced out at the window, seeing that the sun was beginning to set. “Maybe you should just get some rest. I can show you your room, if you’ll come with me.”

Adrien stood to his full height, Sawdust warily followed behind him on all fours. The pet’s breath was still coming out in shaky gasps and whines as he choked back the tears that wanted to fall. His body was unsteady, even on his hands and knees. Adrien wouldn’t dare try to have him walk yet, he didn’t exactly want Sawdust to fall and hit his head on something.

Luckily, the stairs didn’t hinder Sawdust too much as he crawled up them to the second story. Adrien flicked on lights as he went, the long corridor seeming less empty just with the presence of Sawdust in his home. His hand found the golden knob of the door, the one that led into the guest room that he’d found himself sleeping in not too long ago.

He’d since moved back into the master bedroom, the guest room having been unused since that point a couple weeks ago. He pushed the door open, stepping inside and holding it for Sawdust to follow. The room hadn’t had enough time to take on any sort of musty scent, thankfully.

“This is going to be your room. Get some rest, okay?”

Sawdust crept into the room and sat down. The window was guarded by some thin curtains that let in some of the setting sunlight, so Adrien didn’t turn on the light as he left the room, shutting the door quietly.

He lingered outside the bedroom for a moment, but he didn’t hear any movement. No banging at the door or trying to escape through the window. That was good at least. He turned, footsteps heavy as he went back downstairs.

As Adrien surveyed his home, his eyes caught on the duffel bag that his pet came with, the bag that he hadn’t gone through yet. It was a bit dirty, nowhere near as filthy as Sawdust, but still. He picked it up- it was surprisingly light- and sat down on the couch with it on his lap. The zipper pulled easily and he dragged it open, peering into the bag, scared of what he’d find. Some kind of torture device, maybe?

He was met with piles of…

Dog ear headbands. And beneath them, fake tails with belt loops at the base. Adrien’s brow creased and he blinked down at them for a couple seconds, reaching in and pulling one out. They came in matching sets, one pair of ears to one tail. They ranged from browns that matched Sawdust’s hair, to bright blues and reds, and snowy whites.

They were all in perfect condition, like the ones that Sawdust had on at the moment. Adrien had a suspicion that Sawdust’s previous owner practiced more upkeep on these than on the pet himself. Adrien took them out, setting them all aside, each pair of ears with its respective tail, laid out nicely on the couch next to him. Little stray hairs of fake fur laid across his clothing and floated through the air by the end of it. There were seven sets, all together.

“Is he going to want these back?” Adrien wondered to himself, turning one of the tails over in his hands. “I’m not going to force him to wear them. Or the collar for that matter, but…” He wasn’t quite sure if Sawdust would be comfortable without them. Sawdust seemed to think through and through that he was a dog, and Adrien was worried about upsetting him.

There was one more thing in the bag. A folded piece of notebook paper. Adrien fished it out and unfolded it, eyes scanning the words laid out in front of him.

“Your name is Sawdust.

You’re just a dumb mutt, you don’t know what’s best for you, so listen to me at all times.

This bag is yours. The things in it are yours. Always take care of them, because they’re gifts from your master.

Don’t eat human food. It will make you sick. Dogs are supposed to eat dog food.

Don’t trouble your master. He has better things to do.

Don’t hurt the other dogs. They earn me money and you don’t.

Behave. Always.

You’re a dog for your master to treat and use however he wants.

If you follow these rules, you’ll always be taken care of and cared for, and loved.”

Adrien’s stomach churned as he read line after line. Was this a note for Sawdust from his previous master? His heart ached. If you follow these rules, you’ll be loved. The poor pet, forced to earn any sort of care, Adrien couldn’t restrain the feelings that bubbled up in him at that. The anger, the rage, the deep sadness. A few hot tears rolled down his cheeks, and he quickly wiped them away. He wanted so badly to go to Sawdust and hold him, feed him, and tell him that he was safe here, but he didn’t know how Sawdust would react to that, and he doubted that he’d believe him at all anyways.

His head was swimming with things that he could do, things he should do. He decided to settle on focusing on what needed to happen first. He snatched his keys off of his kitchen counter and left the house, locking it up tight behind him.

Adrien… He didn’t exactly trust that Sawdust didn’t want to run. He was, however, fairly certain that Sawdust would be too scared to run, and he didn’t think that Sawdust knew how to open a door or unlock the lock on it.

The car was noisy starting up, the engine sputtering for a moment. Adrien was certain that Sawdust must have heard that, and he wondered if the pet knew that Adrien was leaving for a minute.

The sun was setting, there was only a limited amount of time Adrien had to get what he needed, so he headed off to the grocery store as fast as he could make it. He knew that in order to pick up everything he needed, he’d actually have to make his way into town. As much as he despised that, he didn’t want to miss his window and have to wait until the next day to get the items.

Buildings began to pop up here and there as the road turned from dirt to pavement, the area only getting more densely populated as he continued on. His hands unconsciously gripped the steering wheel tighter as he saw more and more people out and about. He found his way into the city, spotting people laughing, enjoying a night out.

Adrien didn’t remember the last time he’d done that. He almost wanted to do that, gather some friends and go to a bar for a drink or two some time.

“What friends? You wouldn’t even have fun like that, anyways.” He chuckled to himself as he pulled into a parking space in front of the grocery. He put a face mask on over his mouth and nose, and stuffed his long hair up into a beanie. Anything to hide any part of him.

Adrien wasn’t comfortable in crowds anymore. The noise, the activity, it was all too many things for him to keep track of, but it was a weekday so he was holding out hope that the store wouldn’t be too full. The parking lot wasn’t full, at least.

He took a deep breath and opened the car door, getting out and making his way into and through the grocery store as quickly as he could. He snagged one of the small carts and pushed it along, picking up everything he’d made a mental note of.

“Dog food, dog food,” Adrien muttered, scanning the placards above the aisles to find what he was looking for, eventually darting down towards the pet care section. He felt sick picking up a small bag of dog kibble and throwing it into the cart. “Dogs can eat anything, though, can’t they?”

Under the realization that dogs could technically eat human food, at least table scraps, Adrien glanced down at the slumped bag of chow. He could at least try with some human food. Sawdust might be hungry enough that he’d accept it, especially if it was things that would normally be given to dogs, like meat. The pet certainly looked like he could use some meat, and Adrien was pretty sure that he had some left overs from take out a couple nights ago.

Adrien did his best to keep his head down as he got his shopping done. The eyes of other shoppers were boring holes through his body, and the last thing he wanted to do was make eye contact with any of them. It made his skin crawl, but it wasn’t an option to simply order the things he needed online, it was nothing short of necessary to get them that night. He put dog food and a few TV dinners in his cart, eventually making his way over to the cereal aisle to pick up some more of that when a specific item caught his eye.

A box of unfrosted wheat cereal. The pieces seemed to be rolled up into an almost pellet like shape, and without the sugar it almost resembled dog food. Adrien took it off the shelf and turned it over in his hands, reading the ingredients. It seemed as though it was a lot more healthy for people than dog food, and he could probably trick Sawdust into thinking that it was dog food, albeit some strange, fancy type. He tossed it into the cart along with something sweet and sugary for himself before wheeling the cart along. Next stop, something to deal with Sawdust’s hygiene.

As much as he didn’t want to bring it up around the pet, Sawdust was far from clean. He didn’t know if Sawdust would allow him to bathe him, or if he’d panic, or if he’d go along with it against his actual will. What’s more, Adrien wasn’t sure if Sawdust would let him bathe him with human shampoo. Better to be safe than sorry, Adrien thought as he grabbed some puppy shampoo and put it into the cart. He didn’t want to have to come back out.

Adrien picked up a few more essentials and self checked out as quickly as he could, finding that it was already dark by the time he made it out of the store. While he pulled out of his parking spot, all he could hope was that Sawdust was getting some rest while he was out.

Sawdust was not resting at all. The instant Master left, Sawdust slunk to one of the corners and curled up there, back to the walls’ intersection and legs pulled up to hide behind. His eyes were wide and wild, frantically glancing around the room, so intense and panicked it made his head and heart pound.

Being in a bedroom never meant good things for Sawdust. Dogs belong outside in the yard or in the shed, being in the bedroom meant horrible things. Sawdust tried over and over to swallow down his worry, wanting so badly to believe that his new master wouldn’t be so cruel to him. The seconds ticked by like molasses, the time Master was away felt like an eternity, not because Sawdust wanted to see him, but because the pet spent each moment catastrophizing and thinking up even worse outcomes.

His stomach felt like it was eating itself. He should’ve been grateful, really, the last people he was with may have kept him in his kennel for hours and hours, but he had gotten the chance to eat just before being put up for adoption. At least they understood that dogs can’t eat human food.

Sawdust’s gut twisted with an obscene vitriol towards his new master, just for a moment. His new master mustn’t have been smart at all to try and feed him human food. Or maybe he thought Sawdust was too stupid to realize what it was, or maybe it was some kind of test to see if he’d take it.

No, no. Sawdust shouldn’t be thinking such things about somebody who was nice enough to not keep him outside. Somebody who could end his life so easily. Sawdust was glad that such feelings didn’t come often. They would only occasionally drift in, and he’d crush them down just as often. He was happy that most times, he was content with just being a stupid pet who didn’t know any better than what their master wanted for them.

He took a couple deep breaths, wincing in the way his ribs ached at the stretch, though some part of him felt justice in the pain. It was what he deserved for thinking such thoughts, after all. He exhaled shakily, body trembling.

Sawdust didn’t know where his master had gone off to. Maybe to get some friends to break him in with. Whatever the future held, it was the future. And though Sawdust knew unbearably well that nothing could stop it from coming, he found some comfort in its certainty.

For the time being, he would make himself as small as possible, take up the smallest amount of space he could, and hope.

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honeybunnybeez · 4 years ago

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Hey! Can you do a hybrid!c!Ranboo and a Ender dragon hybrid!Reader Platonicness pls - ✨Anon

Makeshift Umbrella (FLUFF) (PLATONIC!)

♡Ranboo x Enderdragon Hybrid!Reader

♡Summary: It was raining pretty badly and Ranboo had to get home quickly. You think you have a solution to this predicament of his.

♡Reader Description: Reader is Gender Neutral! For the sake of this story, the reader is a little taller than Ranboo.

Emerging from the cave you were mining in with everything you needed, you were surprised to see little Ranboo near the entrance, holding what seemed to be a grass block with a little rose on it. You wondered why he was there and planned on asking but the crash of thunder answered your question for him, it was raining.

"Ranboo!" Your voice echoed through the walls of the cave as you call out to him.

He jumped a little before turning to look at you, a relieved smile forming on his face as he quickly runs over to you.

"(Y/n)! You're here as well?"

"Yup! Needed some materials and finally found a good cave that had what I needed. You hiding from the rain?"

He nods, taking one quick look back at the raging storm outside.

"Yeah, I kinda wandered off further than expected and couldn't make it home in time. Thank god you're here though, I have company."

You laugh and ruffle his hair a little, watching the heavy downpour of the rain with him for a while longer.

You two catch up for a moment, talking about what was going in each of your respective lives and joking around here and there, making little structures with things ranboo's hands could pick up in one piece. You two made an impressive flower structure with Ranboo's grass block from earlier sitting prettily on the top.

"Oh shoot," he suddenly exclaims, "I forgot I have to feed my pets-"

"Did you feed them this morning?"

He starts to panic a little as he tries his best to recall if he did, "I-I don't really remember..."

Patting his back to calm him down, you look outside the cave to see the current state of the weather once again. The storm had certainly calmed down, but it was still drizzling slightly. You knew the endermen hybrid wasn't comfortable with water so he couldn't go out until it stopped, unless-

"Hey Ranboo, I have an idea."

"Y-You do?"

You lift up one of your wings high enough for him to get under it.

"I think this'll be enough to shield you from the rain. The cave isn't that far from the area you live in so we'll get back to your shack in no time."

"Will they really keep me dry?" He asks, a little skeptical.

"I've done this plenty of times with the other members, but we can take a small test if you're willing?"

He takes a moment to think, still a little hesitant about the effectiveness of it so you decide to message Techno about Ranboo's pets, asking if him or Philza could check on them for you. Before you could send the message though he speaks up again.

"Can we... stand under the rain first before we walk?"

"Yeah, of course, dude."

He lets himself get under your wing and you two walk over to the edge of the cave's entrance. You can see him start to tense up a little as the rain gets closer to the both of you.

"You sure about this Ranboo? There's no shame in backing away, y'know."

He nods, "Quickly- before I change my mind."

Without anymore time wasted, you and him finally step out into the rain. Ranboo shuts his eyes tight, preparing for any possible stinging, but when none comes, he opens his eyes back open to see rain droplets fall from your wing and drip onto the ground below.

"I'm not hurting!" He announces to you excitedly.

"You aren't!" You can't help but laugh as he looks around excitedly like he was in a completely different are. "Alright, let's head off quick in case mother nature decides to act up on us again."

You two take a rather peaceful walk through the rain together with Ranboo glancing around occassionally like he can't believe what he's doing.

"I've never walked in the rain before without hurting"

"Does it feel good?"

"It's a little scary still, but it feels amazing!"

"I'm glad to hear that."

The rain ended once you two finally reached the snowy biome and you could hear Ranboo sigh with relief once he steps foot on snow covered ground.

"Officially safe at last."

You let your wing uncover him and decided that it's best you return home too, it was getting super late after all, but first.

"You want me to walk you back to your shack, Ranboo?" You gotta make sure the kids safe, of course.

He shakes his head, "It's alright, I think I'll be fine. I know my way around here. If worse comes to worse I could always contact Techno."

You nod, trusting Techno and Phil to take care of him in your absence. Before you can wish him goodbye and leave , Ranboo cuts you off by letting out a soft, "Oh!" As if he forgot something.

"Give me a second, (y/n)."

He searches through his inventory before presenting you with the same grass block from before once again. He looks pretty happy as he shakes it a little in front of you, bobbing the rose up and down.

"Here! You can have it as a thank you for helping me. It would probably die in this biome and you seemed to really like it so I know it'll be safe in your hands."

You let out a little chuckle before gratefully taking the grass block, thanking him for the gift.

"You're welcome, goodbye then, (y/n)! I hope we can catch up again another time, preferably without rain in the picture."

You give him a little wave goodbye before you two begin to make your way home. You can't help but keep glancing down at the grass block you're holding, smiling fondly while thinking of where to plant it. Seriously, Ranboo was such a sweet kid.

A/N: Me, writing a parental reader? It's more likely than you think! Thank you so much for this request ✨ anon! I was planning on making a fic like this for a while but didn't want to use an actual umbrella for it. The dragon hybrid totally gave me the best excuse to make this. I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

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kitsunekissesxo · 4 years ago

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Demon Bros Pet Names HCs and Scenarios

Demon Brothers Pet Names Headcanons and Kiss Scenarios

Summary: Headcanons of the brother’s petnames for you, vice versa, gender neutral MC, fluff kisses <3

Warnings: Implied nsfw, suggestive, somewhat explicit

Lucifer:

Oh, Lucifer. This man may seem cold but on the inside, and when the two of you are alone, he’s the biggest softie. Like, big softie.

His pet names are more...traditional, if you will. He absolutely despises pet names such as baby, babe, honey, etc., so don’t expect him to use them. If you use them on him, expect a wrinkled nose and a grimace.

His personal favorites are my beloved, my rose, my darling, my love, my dear. He’s very possessive of you and intends to make sure his pet names for you further prove that.

He allows you to call him Luci and LuLu when you’re alone, and, even though he vehemently denies it, he finds it incredibly endearing. Other than that, he isn’t very fond of pet names for himself.

However, he simply adores when you call him your love. He might be possessive of you, but it fills him with so much pride knowing that you want others to know he’s yours as well.

During sex, you 100% call him Daddy and Sir if you’re into that. If not, his love-making is so intense that you can only manage to utter out his name- and he loves that. It really strokes his ego wink wink

Lucifer absolutely adores calling you princess/my prince during sex, no matter what the mood is. He finds the way it makes your face flush irresistible.

“Luuuuciiiiii,” you whined out impatiently, attempting to get your boyfriend’s attention. He’d had his nose stuck in paperwork for hours now and you were in some serious need of attention. “You haven’t so much as looked up at me in the past, like, 10 hours,” you pouted.

Finally he raised his head to lock eyes with you. Dark circles marred his beautifully pale skin, showing the effect of the overwhelming workload he was forcing himself to push through. You felt your heart ache at the sight of him, all signs of impatience leaving you to be replaced with a look of worry.

He gave you a weak smile while resting his head in his hand. All you wanted was to wrap him up in your arms and play with his hair as he napped against your chest. So that’s exactly what you went to do- love him.

You stepped towards him, his tired eyes looking up at you quizically.

“My love, please take a break. You’re exhausted. Please,” you softly pleaded, reaching your hand out to hold his cheek, thumb swiping back and forth soothingly.

He closed his eyes and pressed himself into your hand, letting out a content sigh, bringing his own hand up to hold yours to his face. Your heart swelled with love- early on the in the relationship, he’d flinch when you’d try to touch him. Now he treasured every carress you had to offer.

“Come here darling,” he murmured, motioning for you to climb into his lap. You did as he asked, straddling his lap and lacing your hands together at the nape of his neck.

The way he looked at you with such adoration made your heart race. You leaned down to capture his lips in a sweet, loving kiss. His hands came up to press you closer to him, one hand threading into your hair and the other pressing on your lower back. Your fingers played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

He pulled away slightly to whisper against your lips,

“You always know how to stir up these feelings in me, my dear.”

Mammon:

This man adores the cheesy petnames. Like the tsundere he is though, he denies it with a blush so intense it reaches his ears.

He doesn’t even use petnames for you when your relationship first begins. The tsundere is strong with this one.

At first, it seems like all he ever wants to call you is “his human”. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little disappointed

Until one fateful day, he called you. You picked up the phone eagerly and to your surprise he uttered out a, “Hey babe, are ya busy right now? Ya better not be- come to my room asap.”

Needless to say, you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat

Mammon’s pet names of choice include, but aren’t limited to, sugar, baby doll, dollface, doll, baby, babe, honey bun/honey bunny

He loves anything that will make you smile, though. It’s his favorite thing in the whole world.

During intimate times he mainly sticks to calling you baby and baby doll, expect him to desperately moan that into the crook of your neck as he begs you to continue

He blushes, stammers, tells you to stop, but then tells you to not stop when you call him pet names. He not-so-secretly loves it, and you know it.

You like to call him mammonie, monmon, baby/babe, handsome, and my prince. Just to mess with him and to see that cute flush of red on his gorgeous tan skin. It’s also undeniably cute and cheesy

During sex, he absolutely adores being called baby boy. It really gets him going. This boy is a sub

You were scribbling school notes in your notepad, studying for the upcoming exam when your D.D.D rang. You sighed, setting your pencil down and reaching for your D.D.D to see who was interrupting your study session.

It was Mammon.

Of course it was. You adored him, you really did, but his timing was pretty awful. You answered and put the phone up to your ear with your shoulder so you could continue copying down some notes that Satan so generously lent you.

“Yo, yo, yo! Babe, are ya busy? Ya better not be- come to my room asap!” He exclaimed happily.

The phone fell from your shoulder and onto your notepad. You had felt your heart skip a beat. He called you babe.

“U-uh...MC? MC??? That was an accident. I aint mean it. Just...come to my room. Hello? Human, are ya even there??” He stammered on nervously.

You scrambled to pick the phone up, responding in a teasing tone, “Mammon. Three things. 1: I heard that. 2: I’m studying. 3: I heard you call me that.”

You could hear him huff on the other end. He was seriously too cute, too easily flustered.

“Just drop it, wouldja? I aint mean it! Now get your ass over here- I dont care if you’re studying. No one makes The Great Mammon wait!!”

You could practically see him puff his chest out. You just wanted to engulf him in a hug and ruffle his snowy locks so badly.

With a grin, you taunted, “Okay, babe. I’ll be right over.”

You hung up just as he began to sputter and protest, checked yourself in the mirror, sprayed some perfume/cologne on, and began to make your way to Mammon’s room.

As you reached Mammon’s room, you thanked all your lucky stars that you didn’t run into any of the brothers. Without warning, you swung Mammon’s door open, and he jumped with a shriek.

“Jeez, ya scared the livin’ evil outta me, human!” he exclaimed, clutching his t-shirt near his heart. His cheeks were already tinted a lovely blushed hue against his beautifully tanned skin.

“Awww, sorry Monmon. Didn't mean to startle you,” you poked, watching as he crossed his arms over his chest, beginning to protest that you didn't, in fact, frighten him.

You quickly leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He froze, and you could practically hear his heart race. You pulled away, both hands coming up to the nape of his neck as he just stared at you, mouth slightly open, his face bright red.

“You worry too much, baby.” You teased him, a smile playing on your lips.

And then he leaned in to return your kiss, hands settling on your lower back gingerly

Needless to say, he began to “accidentally” continue to call you endless pet names. He really did love them and you

Leviathan:

Please, for the love of all things unholy, please let this shy boy call you silly pet names. He adores them, simply because it makes you giggle, and he loves knowing that he’s the one making you laugh

Levi appears as though he doesn’t feel shame, but we know he just hides it really well. However, he still rambles to anyone and everyone about Ruri-chan and anime, so he won’t mind you using pet names for eachother around other people

Because of his anxiety though, he probably won’t be too keen on that idea at first. Will his brothers laugh at him? Surely they’ll think he’s gross and creepy regarding his choice of pet names, right? Wrong. Ensure to him that he doesn’t have to do anything that he isn’t comfortable with, and if anyone judges them then they’re just normies. He’ll love you forever.

Levi’s most used pet names for you are sunshine, cutie, snookums, goofball, and player 2

Sunshine is his personal favorite because humans seem to associate happiness with the sun, and you’re his main source of happiness. So why wouldn’t he call you that?

He also refers to you as his player 2 a lot. You’re not only his lover, but his best friend. His partner in crime. His Henry.

Calling him pet names is undoubtedly one of your favorite things. He stutters, blushes such a deep shade of red, and tries to hide his face behind his hands. Please take ahold of wrists, move them from his face, take hold of his face, and place a kiss on his nose. You want Levi.exe to stop working? K.O’d? Do that.

Your favorite pet names for him are Leviachan, cutie, sweetie, handsome devil, baby boy, my sweet prince, etc. Anything that helps boost his confidence is a good pet name in your book.

During sex, Levi would hardly be able to form a coherent sentence, so I imagine your name would fall from his bitten lips like a mantra

If you’re into it, he would be down to call you master/mistress, 100%

Most of the time you call him baby boy and sweet boy and needy during sex. I HC that he’s very submissive and melts at your endearing yet dominating pet names for him.

We also know it’s canon that Levi has a degradation kink- so use it. Call him a whore, pervert, slut, needy bitch. He’ll let out the sweetest whines and whimpers.

“Levi, sweetie, I promise it’s okay. Nothing happened between Mammon and I. We just went shopping,” You gently explained to a very frazzled Levi.

He was sitting in his gaming chair, anime paused, arms crossed, avoiding your gaze, and pouting. A frown also adorned his troubled features.

He refused to answer you.

“Levi, please speak to me,” you tried again, reaching out to take ahold of his hand.

You offered your hand to him gingerly. He studied it for a moment, and then, with a blush beginning to spread across his cheeks, he complied and laced his fingers with yours. He heaved a sigh as you swiped your thumb against his hand soothingly.

“I know, MC. I trust you. It just makes my blood boil knowing you’re out with him instead of being with me....I don’t really blame you though, I guess. I’m a gross and yucky otaku. I wouldn’t want to hang out with me either,” he grumbled, his voice cracking near the end, along with your heart. You wished so badly he wouldn’t talk so down on himself all the time.

It was time to show Levi just how much he meant to you.

You surged forward to engulf your serpent-like boyfriend in a bone-crushing hug. He let out a squeak, his arms coming up in surprise.

“Leviachan, I wish you saw how much I love you. I love spending time with you. I love playing games with you. I love watching anime with you. I love listening to you rant and ramble about them. I love how passionate you are. You’re so cute when you get like that, yknow?” You murmured to him with as much love as you could muster.

Suddenly his arms were wrapped around you, hugging you tightly to him. He planted a kiss on the top of your head before nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“You normie,” he whispered, “you’re really too much. I think you’re the only person who can find my ranting endearing.”

You pulled away with a pretend frown on your face, lacing your fingers with his once more.

“Normie? Again? Really Leviachan? In what way am I a normie?” You prodded, grinning at him.

He blushed, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“I suppose you’re not really that much of a normie. You do nerd out with me, to be fair...” He grinned back at you- a genuine grin, at that. It warmed your heart.

Before you could say anything else, Levi surged forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. It was gone as soon as it was there. You blinked, wide eyed at him. His face was ablaze- you didn’t think you had ever seen him so flushed. You didn’t even know he had the confidence in him to do that.

In a rare moment of softness, he whispered

“I love you, sunshine. I really do. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my player 2.”

Satan:

Satan is the absolute best in the business at hiding his true intentions; after all, all smiles are an act

Except... you actually stir up feelings of love within him, and it drives his curiosity through the roof

He appears to be very confident so his brothers opinions don’t really matter to him. He’s also awfully petty, so I imagine he moreso uses pet names for you around them to simply dangle in their faces that only he can do that

That doesn’t change the fact that every time you use a pet name for him, hes face flushes an adorable red before he sorts himself out

His favorite pet names for you are sweetheart, kitten, darling, little kitty, gorgeous, wildflower, and my sweet girl/sweet boy

We all know this man is into pet play, so his most used nicknames for you are kitten and little kitty. During and not during intimate times.

During sex, Satan calls you all sorts of endearing terms- he’s a master of dirty talking. It’s filthy yet simultaneously charming. Kitten, darling, and your name roll off of his tongue the most. If you’re into it, he will definitely degrade you, calling you a needy whore, filthy slut, cumslut, cumrag, fuck toy, you name it and he’ll use it. He’d most likely be opposed to calling you a bitch- it feels too hurtful for him.

You love to call him handsome, my bookworm, stud(teasingly), good looking, and babe/baby. Each and every one earns a chuckle and a momentary blush from him, so it’s definitely worth it.

Want his attention when he’s too busy reading? Call out his name a few times- he can hear you, but he chooses to ignore you. Bring out the pet names and he’ll be burying his blushing face into his book, completely flustered. He takes a moment to compose himself before tutting at you. You interrupted his very important reading- how naughty.

When Satan’s feeling dominant, he’s dominant. He demands that you call him Sir or Master during sex. He doesn’t mind being called Daddy, but it doesn’t get him going quite like the other two do. When he’s feeling more submissive, absolutely call him your handsome boy. Pet gets him riled up as well- use it from time to time.

You couldn’t believe just how beautiful the sight in front of you was. The stars in the Devildom seemed to burn brighter and more fiercely than the ones in the human world. You were almost entranced by them, not wanting to tear your eyes away from the gorgeous nighttime sky.

That is, until you felt the hand that was holding yours give a gentle squeeze. You quickly turned your head to make eye contact with his emerald gaze. The main emotion you could see in Satan’s eyes was adoration, and suddenly your heart was being squeezed as well as your hand.

Here you were, taking a late night stroll in the Devildom with Satan, the night sky painted with deep clouds and bright stars, and he was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He had taken you to what appeared to be a park. You walked along the path hand in hand as you took in every little detail. The deep greenish blue bushes were hiding little critters, the pond had a fountain that splashed around the deep blue water, there were bugs that looked and acted an awful lot like lightning bugs(Satan explained that they were practically the same except that these were called Hell Fire Bugs, were only found in the Devildom, and had little horns that adorned their head), there were giant flowers of golden and orange hues everywhere, and, to your delight, there was a little wooden bench sat right in the perfect spot.

“Satan, can we sit down?” You asked with a smile, motioning to the bench. “I love where it’s positioned; you can take in everything perfectly!” You peered up at him to see that a gentle smile was gracing his features.

“Of course we can sit down, darling. Are your legs feeling tired of walking as well?” He pondered. After all, he wasn’t completely sure what a human’s threshold for walking distance was.

“Mm, a little bit,” you admitted, absentmindedly rubbing your arm. You’d gotten so caught up in his presence and the sights around you that you’d only just now noticed the beginning of a burning sensation in your legs.

“That’s a shame. I guess I’ll have to carry you to the bench then, huh, kitten?” He said, flashing you a sly smile.

Protests left your mouth but to no avail. You were already thrown over his shoulder, his long fingers resting on your bum, giving a gentle pat. He was comfortably warm, and you were lying if you said you couldn’t stay in his strong arms forever.

You were giggling, squirming, demanding that he put you down that instant- but you both knew how much you loved it. His grip tightened on you as a warning.

“Kitty, if you keep squirming, I’ll have to punish you. It’s not nice to deny my kind gestures.” He teasingly warned, giving a harsher smack to your bum. And at that, you huffed, but calmed down.

He gently set you down on the bench, caressing your face before sitting down next to you, reaching out to grab ahold of your hand once again. You gladly took his hand in yours, sighing contentedly as he swiped his thumb soothingly against yours.

You leaned in closer to him, pressing against his side, and placed a gentle peck on his cheek. His skin was so soft, so warm. Welcoming. You couldn’t have felt more safe, more comfortable, more at home than you did in this moment. He let out a light chuckle.

“Are you happy now?” He murmured, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his side. You curled your arms around his arm closest to you, resting your head on his broad shoulder. You breathed in deeply, taking in his calming scent. He smelled like old books and tea. “I couldn’t be happier.” You whispered out. Your heart was so full, you could hardly take it.

“Good, I’m glad,” He warmly responded, and began to absentmindedly play with your hair as you both enjoyed the scenery in a comfortable silence.

“Hey, Satan?” You gingerly asked after a few minutes. He gave a hum in response.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You admitted, feeling your face heat up.

He craned his neck to peer down at you, you pulling away gently to look at him.

“You truly are something else. You want to stay with me, a demon, forever? Are you sure about that?” He inquired, secretly hoping you wouldn’t backtrack. And you didn’t.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life. I love you.” You whispered back.

His only response were gentle hands coming up to cup your face, his lips softly melting against yours.

Asmodeus:

Naturally, as the Avatar of Lust, pet names are his forte. He calls you pet names about as often as he tries to cop a feel- so, very often

He loves using them in front of anyone and everyone, shame just isn’t a word in his vocabulary. He finds cute nicknames incredibly endearing and genuinely wonders why everyone doesn’t feel the same way about them.

He high-key expects you to use pet names for him as well. Let EVERYONE know he’s your beautiful boy, dammit. Its obvious but it makes him feel happy, so you’re more than willing to comply.

His personal favorite pet names for you include, but aren’t limited to, cherub, dear, little darling, angel face, doll face, honey/hun, bunbun, love bug, lover, and mi amor.

He simply loves to do anything and everything you want him to do to please you, but he expects the same energy in return.

So, during intimate times, if you want him to degrade you he will. It just isn’t his favorite thing to do- he’d rather worship you and make you feel on top of the world with honey dripping words. Therefore, during sex, he prefers to call you darling, baby, baby girl/baby boy, princess/my prince, beautiful, etc. If you want him to call you mommy/daddy, master/mistress, or sir/madam, he absolutely will. Anything to please you.

Your pet names of choice for him include asmobaby, asmo, lover boy, cutie, beau, charmer, eye candy, heart breaker, heart throb, etc.

“How’s my favorite heart breaker doing?” “Feeling a little frisky, are we, lover boy?” “You see that absolute eye candy over there? That’s my boyfriend”

During sex, you call Asmo anything and everything you want. He’s down to try and do anything, so he’s all yours. He’ll do the same for you. However, he does love being praised- so please use praising pet names for him like gorgeous, handsome, sexy, etc

The most passionate and intense lover you will ever have, and his endless pet names are only the tip *wink wink* of the iceberg.

For once in the Devildom, you were freezing. Your nose was numb, red, just an icicle, really.

Asmo had dressed you up with a pompom hat, fluffy earmuffs, and a giant puffy coat with gloves to match in attempts to keep you warm in the Devildom’s famous ice rink. Of course, his entire outfit matched yours with a lovely complimentary color. He figured it was enough for him, so surely his little cherub was warm and snug, right? Wrong. Somewhat wrong, anyway. You were still cold and made a point to complain about it to Asmo.

“Dear, I promise I will warm you up as soon as we leave, just please do this for me?” He begged, holding your gloved hands in his own. His pinkish-yellow hued eyes stared into your own hopefully, and you knew you could never turn down those puppy eyes of his.

He cheered excitedly when you agreed and took you by the hand over to the rink. He turned around to face you, an expectant expression on his face. He took your hand and placed his lips on the backside, winking up at you, before murmuring, “Watch and learn mi amor!”

With wide eyes you watched as Asmo skated off, moving with incredible balance and grace. Every move was intentional; he looked stunning in this state. Here he was, skating a lutz, an axel, a salchow, everything. He was professional level talented, and he never told you! And, oh, yes, you. You could skate, but not well.

“Asmobaby, I didn’t know you were so talented at this!” You exclaimed as he approached you, an accomplished smile adorning his features. You skated over to him, his hand reaching out to grab yours as you skated together side by side.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I love how graceful it looks,” he responded, as you noticed how the tip of his nose was beginning to turn red. His breathing was still a little irregular, his breath coming out in puffs, the cold making the cloud of breath visible. He was so beautiful.

“Darling, if you keep staring at me like that, I won’t be able to control myself,” he teased, squeezing your hand.

You quickly averted your eyes, your face flushing at being caught.

“Oh, don't be embarrassed, MC! There’s nothing wrong with admiring beauty! I do it with you all the time, you know.” He winked, and you had to slap away a wandering hand, leaving a very pouty Asmo.

You attempted to get closer to give him a kiss to make up for it, but you lost your balance, falling right onto your bum. Asmo gasped, made sure you were okay, and then giggled at you.

“Asmo!! I just fell!! On ice!! And you’re laughing!” you feigned offense, resting your hand over your chest. “And I was going to give you a kiss, too!”

Asmo leaned down to help you up, murmuring, “You can’t help but fall for my charming self, hm, love bug?”, and pressed a loving kiss to your chilly lips. His nose bumped against yours, somehow still warm to the touch. You were so enraptured by his lips that you hadn’t even realized he’d gotten you back on your feet.

“How about we...continue this later?” Asmo whispered as you pulled away.

“Oh, you better. You promised to warm me up, lover boy” You huffed, beginning to skate off with him again. “Don’t have to ask me twice, doll. I’ll show you my love allllll night. Now, watch this next trick- it’s absolutely stunning!”

Beelzebub:

This wholesome boy honestly doesn’t understand pet names at first

“Why would I call you a baby, MC, you’re clearly a grown human??”

Even after you explain it to him, he still doesn’t really get it, but it makes you happy, and he’ll do anything to make you happy

When you tell him that he doesn’t have to call you baby/babygirl/babyboy, that he can use almost anything, he lights up.

“My cheesebur-” “No, Beel, anything but that”

Once he somewhat gets the gist of petnames, his preferred ones for you are love muffin, pumpkin, cookie, honey, sweetheart, gum drop, and cupcake

Occasionally calls you his cheeseburger just to enjoy your reaction

Please, please, please, don’t be mean about it. this baby's feelings are hurt so easily and he always means well

You favorite pet names for him are Beel, beelzeburger, big guy/big boy, bunny,/honey bun, bonbon, sweet boy, honeybee, Cookie Monster, and handsome

Each time you call him something other than his name, he blushes profusely, his lips upturned in a happy smile

Adores everything you call him, even if its incredibly cheesy because he loves cheese you chose those pet names for him specifically, and he feels honored

During sex, he’s so focused on how good it feels and trying to not hurt you that anything that comes to mind rolls off of his tongue when he speaks, which isn’t often

mainly calls you by your name, but he loves to use babygirl/babyboy if you like it

he also prefers for you to call out his name, as other names don’t really do much for him. if you’re into it, though, I'm sure he won't mind if you call him daddy. will be incredibly confused the first time you gasp it out though

“Huh? Is your father here? Or did you call me that? You’re not my child, though...?”

The music was loud- blaring, actually, and your head was beginning to ache.

Lord Diavolo was holding a party at his castle, with almost every one of his friends invited- it was a huge party. Everyone was sat down at tables or were out on the dance floor. Lucifer was chatting it up with Barbatos, Simeon, Luke(who was just following Simeon around), and Lord Diavolo, Satan was sipping some demonus while flipping through the pages of a book, absentmindedly chatting with Solomon, Mammon and Asmo were participating in some dance competition, Levi was playing his switch with his headphones on, and Belphie was napping on Beel’s shoulder.

You were sitting at the table with Satan and Solomon, feeling particularly uninterested in their talk of spells and magic. The music was nice, and Mammon and Asmo looked like they were having fun, but you didn’t have the energy to tear it up on the dance floor. You heaved a sigh, feeling insufferably bored.

And that’s when your eyes landed on Beel. Belphie had his cow print pillow resting in the crook of Beel’s neck, snuggling himself into Beel. He was zonked. And poor Beel was munching on whatever food he had left on his plate, looking just as bored as you- at this rate, he wouldn’t have any food left, and soon.

Making your mind up, you got up from the table and made your way over to Beel. As you got closer, Beel lifted his head at your approaching footsteps and smiled when he saw that it was you- you swore it made your heart beat faster.

“Gum drop! I was wondering when you would come over.” He smiled, motioning for you to take the seat next to him. Belphie continued to snooze on.

“Actually, Beel, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the kitchen with me? Your supply on food is low, cookie monster ..” You murmured in his ear. He nodded, and went to wake up Belphie. Talking to him didn’t work, shaking didn’t work, nothing did. Beel carefully moved Belphie’s pillow on the table, his head now resting on Beel’s shoulder, and then gently moved Belphie’s head to rest on his pillow. He continued his little cat nap, completely unbothered.

Beel stood up, took your hand in his, and led you to kitchen.

You lifted yourself up on the counter to sit, watching as Beel opened every cabinet and drawer, rummaging for something else to devour. He finally made his way to the fridge and freezer, and let out a delighted laugh when he discovered a pint of hellish nightshade ice cream.

“Wanna share?” He asked, smiling and showing you the ice cream container.

“Uh, Beel, can humans even eat nightshade? Won’t it kill me?” You inquired, fairly sure that nightshade would kill you dead.

“Oh, no, it won’t. Barbatos said there’s different kinds of nightshade that won’t hurt humans and Lord Diavolo made sure that everything here is human-proof!” He happily exclaimed, already grabbing two spoons.

If it did kill you, well, that was Lucifer’s problem because you were gonna enjoy some ice cream with your boyfriend.

Beel began to happily eat the sweet treat, you taking bites whenever you could get your spoon in. He noticed you were having some troubles and shyly apologized, retreating his spoon so you could get a good bite.

And oh, you did. It was a heaping spoonful, resulting in ice cream getting on the corners of your mouth. You didn’t know why Beel was suddenly staring ravenously at you instead of the ice cream.

“You have ice cream on your mouth,” he murmured, leaning in closer to you, his face inches away from yours. Your breath sped up.

“Wanna help me clean it off?” Was all you needed to ask before his mouth was on yours, delicately licking off the ice cream. His hands rested gently on your waist, your own hands resting on his broad shoulders. He pulled back gently, a buzzing sound emanating from him.

“I always love your taste,” he exclaimed happily, blush spreading across his cheeks.

You leaned back in for another syrupy sweet kiss, Beel all too happy to oblige.

Belphegor:

ah, our favorite eboy

he thinks pet names are cute and he really enjoys them, but he’ll never outwardly say that. he might mention it to you when you’re half asleep, though

gets all blushy blushy uwu when you use them around other people, but he doesn't mind. don't expect him to use them on you around other people, though- that's mostly for when you're alone

when he's really happy to see you or really sleepy he’ll use pet names for you regardless of who is around

he finds it to be very intimate so he likes keeping it to yourselves

his favorite pet names for you are dork, cuddle bug, star, teddy bear, and pillow pet

he loves stars and stargazing, and especially loves stargazing with you so he figured why not combine two things he loves and call you his star

he also loves to snuggle you, so you're practically his personal teddy bear- and he wouldnt have it any other way

you're favorite pet names for him are cowboy, Little Dipper, cuddle monster, snuggle bug, belpharoo, belphie/belpie, and sleepy prince

during sex, belphie likes to call you his cowgirl when he's feeling more dom. he seems like a bratty power bottom/sub, so he’ll call you master/mistress, mommy/daddy if you like that, but he’ll give you shit for it. other than that, your name falls from his lips in breathy moans and whines

you tend to call him baby boy, sweet prince, brat, good/bad boy, naughty boy during sex. he loves being called a bad/naughty boy, PLEASE do it, it really gets him going

You woke with a start, eyes blinking a few times as you looked around you. You had fallen asleep in the Planetarium. stargazing with Belphie. Oh yeah, Belphie. You turned your head to see he was still fast asleep, holding onto your arm with a death grip. You knew waking him would be fun.

“Belphie? Bellphiiieeeee...” You whispered in his ear, which earned you a little bit of stirring from him.

“Belpharooooo, it’s wakey time,” You said a bit more loudly, beginning to rub his shoulder.

His eyes fluttered open sleepily, his amethyst gaze meeting yours warmly. He stretched his arms out with an adorably soft yawn, his shirt riding up to expose his soft yet toned abdomen. He gave you a sleepy smile.

“I love waking up to the sight and sound of you, teddy bear” he murmured out, clinging onto you once again, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Your own arm was wrapped around him, the other coming up to lazily play with his hair. He let out an almost purring sound, attempting to get as close to you as possible.

“Uh uh, Belphie, we can’t go back to sleep yet. We’re still in the Planetarium- let’s go to bed, okay my sleepy prince?” You cooed, patting his back to get him to sit up.

With a huff, he sat up, but demanded you pull him up by his arms, giving you the sweetest smile in return. He complained the entire way to his and Beel’s room, his hand gripping yours loosely as you lead him forward.

Beel wasn’t there when you arrived which disappointed you both a bit, but you figured he’d be back soon and with some snacks, too, so that was a plus.

Immediately Belphie flopped onto his bed, hardly giving you enough time to crawl into bed beside him before he cocooned himself with blankets. He turned to face you, eyes glazed over, and yawned once more. You yawned in return, the both of you giggling. His amethyst eyes never left you, even when his hair fell into his face. You gently brushed the strands of navy blue hair out of his eyes, giving him a soft smile as his own hand came up to keep your hand pressed against his face. He nuzzled into your hand, sighing happily, before you wrapped your arms around him loosely.

“Goodnight, teddy bear” he murmured as you both drifted off to sleep once more.

A few hours had passed when you woke again , only to find that Belphie had not only pushed you to the edge of the bed, but had also stolen all of the covers and blankets. You were chilly without either of those.

You shook him, earning a groan from the sleepy demon.

“Belphie I love you but I swear I will execute you if you don’t give some blankets back” you lightheartedly threatened, opting to lay your body across his.

“I don't know what you’re talking about,” he murmured, nuzzling further into his pillows.

“Oh no, you don’t. I literally have no covers! You have all of them! I’m freezing!” you exclaimed desperately.

He poked his head out of his cocoon, a mischievous glint in those amethyst eyes, his hair sticking up in random spots.

“If you want a blanket so bad, then come get one from me.” He dared you, a smile playing on his sleepy features.

You immediately began your assault by tickling his sides, which resulted in him laughing, gasping, and trying to swat you away. You began giggling with him, not stopping your violent attack on the poor helpless demon. Your torture went on for a few minutes before he finally gave in.

“Okay, okay! I give in! You can have all the blankies you want, I swear!” he puffed out heavily, tears forming in his eyes from being tickled and laughing so much.

You smiled triumphantly as he let you into his little blanket cocoon, immediately becoming engulfed by warmth and his scent. You were waiting for both of your breaths to even out as you heard a low voice say,

“Hey, I know you guys love each other and all but it’s 4am and I’m kinda trying to sleep”

You looked at Belphie, holding back a giggle as he gave an apology to poor Beel.

You snuggled up to Belphie once again, beginning to feel sleep take over your body for the 3rd time that day. You fell asleep before Belphie, so you never felt the soft kiss he planted on your forehead and the sweetest “I love you so much” he whispered in your ear.

I hope you enjoyed this! I loved finally writing for all of the brothers- It was so much fun figuring out how to incorporate their personality into my own writing style. Let me know if you’d like me to do a version of this with the undateables! As always, all feedback is appreciated. <3

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'hypothermia' / the cold takes me under her wings | lloyd g. (6)

Set at S11's bad ending ;-; sorry, Lloyd

Febuwhump Day 6: 'Hypothermia.'

TW: Hypothermia, ice.

Lloyd can't handle cold. Trekking in the freezing Never-Realm wasn't fun, but he'd never thought it would come to hypothermia. A/N: At first I wrote this as him walking in the snow, but I rewatched and like he was in his mech the whole time so this may have some detail issues T^T I have a really bad memory

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Lloyd had always hated the cold.

At Darkleys, winter was always bitterly cold, and frigid wind blew under the gaps of doors, making its way around the small rooms. Lighting a heating lamp was considered weak, so he spent most of the coldest days buried under a pile of blankets in his shared room.

And now, he was stuck in a frozen wasteland, without his friends or any hint of warmth available.

He tugs his gi tighter around him, brushing the snow that somehow blows inside off his hair. His fingers curl tighter around the freezing controls, growing number by the second.

They flutter to the ground softly, disappearing within the sheet of white. The icy winds bites at his skin, and a shiver runs through him. They should've really come more prepared for the weather, he thinks.

"Think it's time for a break, Red?" He says to the wolf absentmindedly, eyes searching the horizon for a wedge of ice to duck behind for a while, maybe. It would at least shield the winds from him, right? And he doesn't want to drain the mech's energy, either. Lloyd lowers the mechanical hand to the ground, and switches off the bright green machine, hopping off the frosty metal pads to the frozen over ground.

She stares at him blankly for a second, but then trots away to a nearby shaft of bedrock, sitting down on her back paws gracefully. Lloyd smiles gratefully, following her over. He flops onto the ground, leaning against the ice cold wall.

"FSM, it's way too cold." He swears under his breath, and Red tilts her head at him, blinking curiously. The wind howls past them furiously, beating at the edges of his shelter.

He shuffles closer to the wolf, holding out a hand uncertainly. She leans down to sniff it carelessly, fangs brushing his fingers. "Don't bite me, please." Lloyd says with a short laugh, but she only blinks again in response, glinting yellow eyes trained on him.

"Wanna come over here?" He asks absently, and Red watches for a moment, but stands up to trudge over to him. She settles next him, tall as himself sitting up, and he feels a instant wave of heat spread through him, a sigh of relief escaping him. "Thanks. Conserving body warmth. Very important in a place as cold as this." Lloyd says with a nod, reaching up to pet his hand against the thick, snowy white fur.

"I've finally lost it, haven't I." He snorts."Talking to a wolf. That could, like, eat me any moment." Red does something like a shrug, leaning her snout on her front paws, and Lloyd takes it as a yes. He wondered how his brothers were doing. Hopefully not as badly as him.

A tingling feeling crawls up his spine, and he clenches his fingers. The cold burns painfully on his skin, and they feel like ice, digging into his palms.

His breaths are coming out as clouds of white mist, now, dissipating into thin air. The bitter numbness seeps into his bones, and he closes his eyes for a second. The darkness seems more welcoming, a break from the harsh realities, but he forces his eyelids open again.

How long has it been? A minute, or a hour. He isn't sure, really.

Zane. He has to find Zane, Lloyd thinks faintly. Find his family.

But there's some kind of warmth settling into him, now, and he thinks a few more minutes can't hurt, right?

His eyes slip shut, and the dark is relieving, dulling the frigid pain.

It's not even cold anymore.

#ninjago #ninjago fic #writing #fics #fanfics #lloyd garmadon #akita #febuwhump #febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday6 #I wrote this today because I have writers block for day 4 & 5 but I've already given up on following the days ;-;#spending the whole day outside tomorrow so hopefully day 4 #and 5 and 7 will be out in a day or two #prolly monday #yeah

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sunaswife · 4 years ago

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A Suna Rintarou series

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART 17 AND FULL OF SMUT 😌🥵

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc nine-slide one: Suna Rintarou 🖤

“You look so pretty underneath me, princess.” Suna said lowly as you gripped your white bedsheets. You bit your lip in anticipation as you waited for your boyfriend to stuff you with his cock. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He said a little louder and lifted your chin with his free hand so you can look into his eyes. They were a shade darker and you could see the lust and desire in his eyes. “R-rin you already made me cum twice. If you keep at it I-I’ll be too tired to have your d-dick in me.”

He sucked in a breath at your dirty words. It was taking everything in him to not shove his cock into your virgin cunt and use you like his own fleshlight. He can already hear your moans. “I’m prepping you. I need you nice and wet. I don’t want you to feel any pain. Only pleasure.” He said and you nodded slowly. His thumb swirled on your clit and you whimpered. “Please Rin, I’m ready. I know I’m ready. Please let me just feel your cock already.” You pleaded and he let out a deep groan.

“For someone who’s never done this before you sure are everyone’s dream girl. Small, innocent, submissive, and a little bratty.” He smirked and your cheeks tinted. “Do you want me to take off my pants or—“ “Let me do it...please.” You asked with your big glossy eyes.

Who was he to say no to you?

He removed himself from over your body and you quickly sat up. Your necklace was shining in the moonlight. Only a few hours ago he gave it to you after the twins left. It had the English letter R for his first name and he helped you put it on. He noticed the small shiver you let out when his fingers grazed over your collarbones and neck. The look in your eyes said you were horny and with a little bit of a push, you told him you were ready.

But sadly he didn’t have condoms. And you weren’t on birth control.

So he quickly threw on his jacket and scarf. He almost tripped putting on his shoes and he ran to the closest convenience store to purchase some condoms. The college girl working rolled her eyes at Suna’s panting form. His lungs were burning by how cold it was outside and all for a box of condoms. After he paid he didn’t even get his change and he ran back to your house as quick as his long legs could take him.

He quickly unlocked your door with your keys and he entered the warm home. He smiled slightly and fantasized about how in a few years time you both would have a home like this. With your own rugrats running around. Even though he can’t stand them, he’d ring up the twins and ask them to babysit so he can have some alone time with you. When he finished taking off his his shoes and other winter clothes he wore, he practically ran up the stairs and opened the door in your room to see you sitting in the middle of your bed in just your underwear and his Volleyball Jersey.

He quirked up an eyebrow. Since when did you take his jersey? But then he remembered that you came over the week prior and probably took it without him noticing since the team didn’t have any games lately due to the snowy weather. “I-I thought you might like it..” you said quietly as you fiddled with the hem of the shirt.

“I don’t like it.” He deadpanned and you looked away embarrassed.

“I love it.”

He breathed out and your ears barley caught it. When you turned to look up, the door was already slammed shut and his lips were on yours. He first asked for desert and ate you out and regretted not asking you to allow him to do this a while back.

You tasted so sweet.

It was intoxicating.

You tugged his hair and subconsciously pushed his face even closer to your sex as you came. He could still hear the continued prayer of his name dripping off your tongue. He then hovered over you and began kissing your lips once more. He wanted you to taste yourself on his tongue. His sinful words made your thighs clench together but he sneaked his hand in between and began using his fingers to prep you for his dick.

And now here you were, being such a good girl for him. Making you cum twice was worth it because you finally had a taste of this world and the way you acted after, so desperate and touch starved made his dick even harder. You began unbuckling his belt and the buttons of his jeans and he quickly kicked them off his legs.

He heard you gulp as your gaze focused on the large bulge behind his boxers. Your legs clenched together again and he couldn’t stop his stupid smirk. “What? Is my princess so mesmerized by my dick she forgot it’s hers?” He asked and you looked up at him once more.

“Mine? As in...I can do whatever I want, right?” You asked and he gave you the nod of consent. Your slightly shakey hands touched his abs with a small amount of pressure to push his back down against the bed and they lowered to the waistband of his boxers. Without wasting any time you pulled them down and you gasped at the sight of your boyfriends cock.

“How the fuck is that going to fit in me?” You asked and he chuckled. “That’s why I prepped you baby.” He said softly and grabbed your hand. You let him guide you to his hard on that pressed against his stomach and you couldn’t believe this is what you made Rin feel. He sighed and you saw him close his eyes when your hands gripped his cock as you moved your hand up and down. Your thumb grazed over his pink slit on the tip and he hissed. His eyes didn’t open as he was enjoying this hand job. You carefully moved back a bit and bent down to the eye level of his shaft.

You wanted to repay him for how he made you feel earlier so you kitten licked his tip and he gasped and immediately gripped your hair. “Princess..are you seriously going to give me a blowjob? The hand job is enough.” He said and looked down. You did look hot with your ass in the air, his fingers tangled in your locks with your glossy eyes looking up. Instead of answering, you gave him a small smirk and opened your mouth to take him all in while maintaining eye contact and he wanted to cum then and there.

“Fuck—princess. You’re gonna be the death of me.” He said and you giggled on his dick, sending vibrations. You obviously weren’t perfect since it was your first time and he used his hand to guide you up and down and your ears perked up when he came closer and closer to his high. He let out a loud groan as he came in your mouth. You cleaned him good so he wouldn’t dirty his Jersey with warm cum.

“You’re such a good girl. You know that right?” He said as his chest heaved up and down. “Only for you.” You smiled sweetly and kissed the side of his jaw, your lips moved to his neck and you felt him harden again in your hand when you gave him a love bite. “Can you go inside me already? I think I waited long enough. I’m dripping everywhere.” You said in his ear and before you knew it, you were pinned down. His fingers laced with yours as he slowly entered his dick into your dripping cunt.

“Princess, you’re so tight.” He sighed and looked up to see you in tears. “Baby whats the matter?” He said worried and he stopped “D-don’t stop. I’m just really excited and nervous so I’m crying. Keep going, please.” You begged and he nodded and continued the slow torture. You lifted your legs and you wrapped them around Rin’s lower waist and you used your feet to pull Rin closer. You thought he was already all the way in because of how full you felt but you didn’t and you practically shoved him inside your virgin hole and there was a sting of when he ripped your hymen.

You both gasped as you held on to his biceps and he gripped the sheets beneath you. He was finally all the way in. He asked if you were alright and you nodded and quietly asked for him to start moving. He gave you a soft kiss over your tear and he rolled his hips slowly so you could get a feel.

Your sounds of tiny gasps, moans and squeaks encouraged him to quicken his pace. You were a moaning mess below him and he was in awe. His Jersey was long gone as well as the shirt he was wearing. The golden R rested between your beautiful breasts and he was on cloud 9. How can someone look so innocent yet so dirty at the same time? His head lowered and he whispered praises in your ear of how well you were taking him and how proud he was if you. He kept repeating how beautiful you looked. He kissed the side of your neck and licked your collarbone. His teeth bit the chain and he lightly tugged causing you to open your eyes to meet his predatory gaze.

“Fuck princess you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He whispered as he drank up your messy appearance. He felt himself get close so his thumb immediately went to your clit. Your voiced raised a good two octaves as you repeated his name over and over. You were being too loud to his liking so he removed his thumb and you pouted and gave him a glare. He stopped moving and pulled out. He snorted at your face. “Don’t look at me like that, pet. Just give me a sec.” He said and you almost choked.

Pet?!

He gave you another sexy smirk and moved your left leg over his shoulder. Your pussy clenched over nothing and he was so amused. His tip played with your entrance and before you could whine he pushed all the way in again causing him to literally take your breath away.

He saw the way your mouth opened and nothing came out.

He found your g spot.

He continued to reach that spot over and over again causing your legs to shake and without any warning you clenched around his length and you both simultaneously came at the same time.

You held on to his back, you definitely left scratch marks and bruises on his biceps. You both took a moment to catch your breaths and after a good two minutes he slowly pulled away and immediately fell beside you. He rested his head on your bare chest since it was second nature and you both pillow talked and he asked how your first experience felt. You answered honestly about how much you loved it and not long after you both fell asleep.

Leaving the unopened box of condoms forgotten under your bed.

Previously

Up next

Masterlist

A/N: First time ever doing smut so if it’s shit don’t @ me like that one bitch lol

A/N pt. 2 I posted a teaser/spoiler of the sequel here in case you wanna see it 👉🏽 🖤

these are some questions I answered regarding it. It’s a lot of information regarding Y/N during and after the timeskip and it’ll make more sense when I finally release the sequel 👉🏽🤍

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