#I'm almost completely positive there would've been no legs

[vyunok-obyknovenniy]

Did the Trojan horse not have any legs?

Or were the legs really short?? Because Helen goes around knocking on it and imitating the voices of the wives of the Achaeans; that bit makes it feel like she's knocking on the horse's body, but that thing is giant, so if it had at least somewhat proportionately correct legs, Helen's wouldn't have been able to reach the body and the Achaeans probably wouldn't have heard her...

I don't think it was ever described in any more detail than just"a giant wooden horse", so people just automatically started drawing it with legs???

This has bugged me for a really long time: the horse was built in a limited time and with limited materials, there was a good chance the legs just wouldn't withstand all that weight and the whole thing would just collapse (considering there's a ton of people with heavy armour and weapons inside). I don't think the Achaeans had the time to make all the necessary calculations and construction work, even if they had all the necessary materials (and they, possibly, lacked the skills? Professional builders and architects would've managed, but how many of those were in that army?). Not to mention how inconvenient it would've been to climb in and out of it, if it was basically a treehouse of a horse 🤔

Maybe they made the horse look like it was lying down? Or did they just build the body with the head and that's it????

[wosoluver]

There's a place for you hc

Part 1

Claudia Pina Masterlist

Patri Guijarro Masterlist

Little moments

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"Vicky! Come back here!" you yelled running after the younger girl, that as usual made everything in her power to have fun annoying , not only you, but the whole team. "That's not funny!"

But before you can mutter another word, Patri trips her, making Vicky fall hard, face first into the grass, dropping your phone.

"Be careful, Alexia will kill us if she gets injured!" you say hitting the back of her head playfully.

"A 'thank you' would've been nice!" she follows, looking up to you.

"Thank you, my knight in shining armor for saving the day once again!" you say mocking her a little.

"Oh just kiss already!" says Cata from her spot, sitting next to her friend on the ground, while Pina looks amusingly at the scene. And at the constant bickering between you two.

"Don't start giving Y/N ideas!" said Lucy.

"You know she'll take them!" completed Ona.

You only shook your head laughing as you walked away not entirely denying it.

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"Bon dia, meus amors!" you say coming into the gym to start the workout for the day.

You noticed that Claudia, usually playful and cheery looked a bit tired and not in the mood at all to be there.

"Hey, anything up with Clau?" you said coming to do some pushups next to Patri.

"Uhm not really, she's been like this all morning. Almost got attacked for asking if she wanted a bit of cinnamon on her coffee!"

"Who even puts cinnamon on coffee?" you gave her a disgusted face.

"She does! Well, sometimes."

You decided to follow the girl into the locker room after you were done.

Claudia was taken by surprise when you hugged her, sitting next to her. She looked up at you, questioning silently.

"You look like you need a hug." giving her a small kiss on her temple. "I can get you a warm towel you can use as a heat pad, if you want?"

"How'd you know?"

"We have a similar menstrual cycle, and I've heard Guijarro almost lost her head this morning. And honestly that's exactly what I feel like doing, when I'm on my PMS."

"Thank you." she said as you got up to get what she needed.

Jana shook her head wondering when would you guys ever move out of the friend zone.

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"You, Cata, Salma, Paredes and Ona with me." said Patri pointing at you, picking out her team for the day's training.

"Not again!" you said with a groan. "Alexia please! I want to be in the winning team at least once in my life!" you said looking at the older woman who was captain of the other team, adding a small laugh at the end.

"Maybe if I didn't insist on picking you as a defender every time, we wouldn't be losing!" Guijarro rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"It was just a joke," you put your hands up in defense. "I love doing charity work." you said looking at the others in the group. "No offense guys."

They laughed along, knowing you just wanted to spite Patri.

"Since you're being so selfless today, can you please manage to stop Pina's attacks?" she says back with a clever smirk.

You only passed her the ball while sticking out your tongue. And she remembers wishing she could have you doing that in between her legs.

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You guys got ready to play yet another clássico. The superiority of Barça was already proven, but it was still a lot of fun work, for you to deny them goals, and for your teammates to get the ball past Misa, as many times as possible.

You greeted your rivals as the game was set to begin. The game had been heated as usual, a lot of fouls committed, and by the second half you had already received a yellow card, a few substitutions were made by the 65' minute mark, and Pina joined the game.

You tried your best to keep it in your lane, but you didn't mind dabbling into other positions, so when you had the chance to cross a ball to Claudia, you did and she managed to score beautifully, after a solo play.

You ran along to hug her and celebrate. You had been in a group hug, when she interlaced her fingers around your head pulling your forehead to hers, giving you a slight nod. Sharing a sweet moment, blending your beads of sweat together.

Pulling apart you noticed Patri holding onto the both of you with a big proud smile.

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"Can't wait for the day to be over." you sighed disappointed.

Today had been a tough one. It seemed like every other play you tried to complete failed, your passes weren't assertive enough and you held yourself to high standards and maybe too high for your own good.

Having a bad day felt like the end of your career, ignoring completely the fact that you were a human being and that lows happen.

"Can't take another ten minutes huh?" teased Patri.

"Stop it." you said, brow raised warningly at her. It wasn't like you to cut the jokes short.

"You look stressed." changing into a concerned tone.

"I am." you said barely above a whisper. You weren't one to talk about how you felt, not when it came to your unhealthy relationship with work.

She only nodded her head, putting her phone on her pocket.

"Hold this?" she said handing you her water bottle. "Okay, hop on."

"Why?"

"I'm piggybacking you to the locker room." you two shared a moment of silence as you gave in. Feeling thankful for that small favor, from her.

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Lovely anon, thank you for this idea! I love it so much, I just don't want to give away the plot yet! 🤭 that's the only reason why I haven't attached to your request.

Already have three parts planned for this!

Good to be back! 🩷

don't forget to like and share!

[thepenultimateword]

Always

Villain tried to shut the door, but Henchman was too fast, catching it by its edge before the gap could fully disappear.

“Found you," they said, half threat, half croon. They shoved into the house, knocking Villain back a few steps.

"What are you doing here?" Villain said, catching themself on the coatrack and nearly pulling it down on top of themself.

Henchman reached over Villain's head to steady it and then stayed there. Peeling back the nonchalance plastered over their shame. Taking in their altered form.

"Where have you been?" they countered, soft, knuckle raised gently against Villain's cheek before abruptly dropping again.

"Here. There. What does it matter? You found me." Villain ducked under their arm and hobbled slowly to the couch. Henchman's heavy step traveled in the opposite direction, followed by the click of the door closing, then the steps tramped back toward them. By the time Villain had plopped down on the couch cushion Henchman was kneeling in front of them. For an instant, it was like nothing had changed. Total fealty.

Villain stopped their hand short before they could touch Henchman's head. It felt wrong when they were so utterly weak. There had always been a balance, Henchman so physically intimidating, and Villain thrumming with destructive power. The upper hand, the reason for such devotion, had been crystal clear. Now, Villain could wither and scatter under Henchman's expectations.

"You completely disappeared." Henchman laid their head in Villain's lap anyway. "You were hurt and I got worried. But you didn't answer my calls. You didn't tell anyone where you were going. It's taken me 8 months to track you down. It's like you were trying to avoid me."

Villain sighed, dropping their rigidness and succumbing to the urge to stroke back Henchman's hair. It was just as soft as they remembered, thick and fluffy like an animal pelt. They twirled a piece above their ear, but avoided Henchman's watching eyes as they responded, "I was done for and everyone knew it. It was better to step down and disappear than wait for someone else to assassinate me."

Henchman reached up and took loose hold of Villain's wrist. Why was their gaze so earnest? Didn't they know? Didn't they feel the difference in them? Shouldn't that past awe and adoration be visibally dying at the sight of them?

"I would've protected you," Henchman said.

"I didn't want you to. I have too many enemies. You would have been hurt."

"Then you should've told me. I would've come with you."

"I didn't want that either."

Henchman flinched, and Villain was struck with a stab of guilt. That wasn't entirely true. Of course, Villain had wanted Henchman with them. Of course, it was agony knowing they couldn't even say goodbye. But anything but a clean break would have been worse. They couldn't just ask Henchman to give up their position, goals, and standing for life of nothing. No, more than that, they couldn't bear to see Henchman's devotion grow into disdain. The loss of their powers was the loss of their worth. Henchman would've clung to the threads of their memories but ultimately, Villain would have failed them.

Henchman dropped Villain's wrist but huddled in a little closer. "And...now that I'm here?"

Villain's heart panged. "You should go back."

Henchman hugged tight around Villain's legs, almost like a lifeline. "Why?"

Moment of truth. Time to make this permanent. “I’m not going back.”

“I know.”

“I can’t. I’m ruined. Those heroes took everything when they stripped me and left me for dead."

"I know."

"And even if I wasn’t. I still wouldn’t go back. I was getting tired. Losing focus. That's how they got me in the first place."

“I know.”

Why did they keep saying that? Obviously, they did not know if they could be so casual. This was the rest of their life!

“Henchman, I can’t give you anything anymore. I don't have the influence or power to protect you. I can't bring about a bright new world. I'm spent. A pathetic shell. You should find another person to serve. I'll never be able to give you what you want."

Henchman turned their head up at them. "Why would I want any of that?"

Villain choked. "Don't you?"

"Maybe when I was a kid. Things change over a couple decades." They lifted their head and sank back on their heels. "Your powers were amazing. It's true that they drew me to you. But I never stuck around for that. Or for the status. You're just so..." Henchman broke off, face crinkling as they searched for the word. Finally, they shrugged. "I don't know; it's too big. You spent so long taking care of me. Looking out for me. Giving me chances I didn't think I deserved. Let me do the same for you." Henchman took their hand in both of theirs, hesitantly kissing one knuckle. "Just let me be with you."

Villain flushed a little. They'd always been close. Close enough for feelings. Close enough for both to recognize it in the other. But there had never seemed to be a right time to acknowledge them out loud.

"Do you really not want me here?" Henchman said at Villain's extended silence.

"You'd be ok with a normal life?" Villain pressed. "No powers, no schemes, no money, just me?"

"It's always been just you."

Villain slid off the couch and onto the floor in front of Henchman. "Of course, I want you here."

They couldn't keep their voice from cracking in the middle and the next thing they knew they were folded up in Henchman's arms. They melted immediately. All the shame, fear, and frustration seemed to fade right out of them.

"I love you."

Henchman jolted a little, but as they pressed their head to Villain's, Villain saw a smile tugging at their lips. "Good. Then I'll always, always stay."

[degradedpigbitch]

Mmm tonight i challenged myself with a very risky humiliating task

I wore some pants that are really loose and baggy. Loose enough to slip down if I don't tie them up tightly. And double diapers with slits and two really thick rolled up towels. Huge diaper bulge and waddle.

Then I went out with my keys and locked the door and threw my keys down the stairs. It was really late at night so less people, I hoped.

Then I shuffled down the stairs after opening the strings on my pants and they almost just fell down! I must admit i cheated a bit because I held them up as if the diaper bulge and waddle wasn't humiliating enough. I could hear some doors open upstairs but they closed soon enough. Scared me enough to almost piss myself completely!

I got my keys and decided to let go of the pants as I ran back upstairs.

The thick diapers were probably the only thing holding them up! But the walking and deliberate shuffling definitely did them no favors and they were slipping down and i couldn't even close my legs so I opened them in a more humiliating position as I fumbled with the keys! Ughhh standing at my front door pissing my diapers and my falling pants hnng it would've been so humiliating if someone had seen me!

I don't think anyone saw me but it was soo humiliating because I could hear my piss flooding my double diapers with my pants around my knees (and the humiliating bowlegged position was even worse than letting the pants slide to my ankles)

So once I had the door open i finished peeing in the same position with my hands behind my head this time before I stepped in. I hadn't cum yet but I was sooo horny i closed the door then stood in front of my open window, pants at my ankles, humping the diapers to cum.

Felt like a real piggy diaper bitch as I came with my tongue out in front of the window. Don't know if I was seen but I just didn't care... Mmmfhhh I'm clean and changed now but got wet again typing this.. time to hurt my throbbing clitty with lots of tiger balm.

[yndrgrl]

Could u do a aizawa fic pls

you found a new job under yandere! aizawa as a nanny for his cute kid

age gap. quirkless! au. soft! yandere. dom! aizawa

warning: nsfw, stalking, smacking/slapping, slight coercion??, punishment, daddy kink, sir kink, creampie

a/n: yayyy, first request 🥳 idk if you wanted a fluff or spicy fanfic... so i chose spicy haha. also sorry for taking so long, i just started a new job :0

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it was a chance encounter, you truly believed. your first year of college just came to a close, & now you had too much free time while the money in your bank account was slowly declining. even if you saved as much as possible, you'd still end up spending all of your money then you'd have to dip into your savings account-- something that you didn't want to do.

so that began your search for a job. you used websites, applied in-person. you thought your resume was solid enough to land a job by now. but no. even though they claimed they were desperately hiring, they never hired you. some had the curtesy to at least let you know that they weren't going to go with you; the rest completely ghosted you. from receptionist to substitute teacher to bank teller, they all rejected you.

it was extremely frustrating to go through the interviewing process then you were ultimately rejected. it was as if someone had it out for you.

that chance encounter happened while you were on the phone with your best friend. you sat at a small round table in a cafe you frequent often.

"i just don't get it, jirou!" you exasperated, taking a sip from your drink. you let out a heavy sigh. with how much effort you've put into finding a new job, you should've been paid.

"i'm sure momo's dad has a job for you," the girl on the other line tried to assure. she was on her daily jog, so she was slightly out of breath as she spoke.

with your face propped in your hand, you responded, "we already tried. all the available positions are for people with like, actual degrees or something. besides, we're not close enough for her to make a whole new job for me."

"i'm sure a job will fall right into your lap," jirou said, rustles of clothes being picked up in the phone microphone. in some sort of messed-up irony, she was getting ready for work. the universe just loved toying with you.

you took a breath in to exclaim how much you needed the money, needed a job, when a man pulled out the chair across from your table. "i'm sorry, i don't mean to be rude & eavesdrop," he began, catching your attention.

"sorry jirou, i'll call you back in just a sec," you whispered, then you hung up. "um, sorry, can i help you?" you took mental note of his appearance-- you know, just in case something happens in this very public, very populated cafe.

just by looks, you'd assume he was in his early thirties. his jet black hair was tied into a bun, stray strands framing his face. there were bags under his eyes-- along with a noticeable scar under his left one. though his disheveled appearance, he took care of himself; his stubble was even & maintained. his shirt was tight around his arms & his chest, & you could faintly make out the shape of his muscles. & god, were they big. he was alluring, with that slight smirk of his.

he would've intimidated you, maybe even set off red flags if he didn't have a toddler bouncing on his leg, tugging his hair out of its bun. she bubbled words & strung together incoherent sentences in beg of attention of her dad.

"i apologize again, i really didn't mean to eavesdrop," he repeated. "it's just i couldn't help but overhear you were looking for a job?"

"yes!" you exclaimed, clearing your throat with an embarrassed blush on your face. "i am looking for a job."

"are you interested in being a live-in nanny for my little girl?"

it was a chance encounter, you truly believed.

the job & its perks were almost too perfect, but you're not complaining. you got to move into the basement of his suburban home for free, he would cook you breakfast & make sure the fridge & cabinets were well-stocked. for nearly $25 an hour, you were living the dream.

eri, his -adoptive- daughter, was an absolute gem as well. she was a cheery toddler who loves life. she's not a picky eater, she loves picking out her own outfits, & if you turned off her show, she would pout for a little bit then bounce back for the next activity. never once has she screamed & shouted. she would cling onto her father almost all the time when he was home.

speaking of her father, you learned his name was shota aizawa, so, naturally, you call him mr. aizawa or sir. he would constantly ask you would other things you wanted, not needed. he would take you shopping, calling it a bonus. your living area was decorated, & you didn't even have to pay a dime! there were times where you felt more like a sugar baby than a nanny, in all honesty.

not that you minded. one look at him & you could already feel your heart beat quicken. maybe it was your daddy issues that just scream when you choose a guy you're into, but he was exactly your type. he's protective, yet soft. strong, yet humble.

you thought you hid your crush on him quite well, treating him as though he were any other person. sometimes you felt like he knew you were so utterly attracted to him.

"y/n," he called out, drawing you out of thought.

"u-uh yes sir?" you replied. you were dressed down still as it was the morning. he just finished breakfast & eri was fast asleep, bound to wake up at any moment. it was just the two of you.

"are you okay?" he asked. aizawa awaited for your answer while he plated your breakfast. he always insisted so you learned to let him.

as he walked towards you with your plate, you answered, "yeah, i'm okay."

he set down the plate in front of you from behind. aizawa bent over so his head was leveled with yours. both of his arms encased you, & if it weren't for the back of your chair, you would've been pressed against his chest. "are you sure?" he whispered into your ear. "i'm hear to listen, if you'd let me."

you turned your head to look at him because, somewhere in your strange logic, you thought it would've reduced the tension & made you less embarrassed. it did the opposite.

the tips of your noses touched, his lips only a few centimeters from yours. with half-lidded eyes, the way he looked at you made you quiver. you tried to create space between the two of you, only for your head to meet his arm. centimeters turned to an inch of space. "i-i am okay," you repeated.

"aw, don't lie to me," he said in teasing voice, but you could've been imagining it. "i know it's been hard, tell me about it~" you never would've thought he would have this amount of confidence-- mainly because, if he did, he should've been bringing home loads of women.

"i-i, it's just, um," you stumbled over your words. he had a smirk, amused. his eyes glanced down to your glossy, shaky lips, then back into your doe eyes, just waiting.

"daddy," eri called from the top of the staircase.

"y/n," he whispered.

"y-yes, mr. a-aizawa?"

"eat your food before it gets cold." & with that, he pulled away from you, sauntering upstairs to grab eri. left stunned, you picked at your food.

oh, how you loved telling your friends about how hot your boss is.

after that incident, you had to tell all your friends about it, so, during your guys' weekly, weekend, late night group facetime.

"oh, my god!" uraraka squealed. "you HAVE to tell us more."

"yeah, that's literally so hot," jirou laughed. "see! you found a perfect job."

you had your phone propped against some random bottle as you snuck into the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat. another thing about eri is that, once she's asleep, nothing is waking that girl up. as for aizawa, he's usually up doing something else-- which explains the bags under his eyes & his scheduled naps.

while you dumped your noodles into a pot of boiling water, you said into your phone, "i'm not even exaggerating, it was the hottest thing to ever happen to me."

giggles erupted from your phone. "well, to be fair, you haven't had much luck with guys in the past," mina stated. it was true. while you were in high school -& this past year of college- you really didn't connect with any guys.

"maybe the problem was that they were all her age," joked jirou. hysterical laughter followed after. you were bent over, trying to catch your breath.

"that's not true! i could go for guys our age," you tried to defend yourself.

"okay, let's name every single one of your crushes ever," tsu said, her camera angle only showing her eyes.

all the other girls started to spit out whoever they could think of.

"remember keigo? he was like, 2 years older than us," momo said.

"that's not even that bad," you rolled your eyes, stirring your noodles & adding the seasoning packet.

"oh yeah?" jirou challenged, "what about shoto-"

"he's our age!" you cut her off to save yourself the embarrassment. "besides i didn't even like him."

"yeah cuz you liked his DAD," jirou finished, to which even more bowls of laughter erupted. okay, maybe you did have a thing for older guys.

"oh wow, y/n, i didn't know you had a thing for older guys," a voice spoke from behind you. you jumped, letting out a yelp.

your phone blasted all of your friends' laughter until you grabbed your phone & hung up. "o-oh hey, sir," you stuttered out. you hid your phone behind your back as if you were caught doing something wrong. you felt your phone vibrate, your friends begging to be on call again. "how much did you hear?"

"not much," shrugged aizawa as he grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet above you. that's when you realized how warm he was, how flushed his face was, how messy his hair fell. that's when you realized he was wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants & a small towel around his neck.

"wh-what are you doing up," you coughed, taking in his physic-- just for a second, of course. veins protruded up his muscular biceps down his forearms. his pecs were in front of your face. they were well-toned. his washboard abs rose with every breath he took. you let yourself quickly -& ever so sneakily- glance downward. smaller veins & a trail of black hair were like arrows, pointing down his sweatpants. you gulped. was it normal to have a bulge that big-

"you know, it's rude to stare, y/n," aizawa whispered in your ear before pulling away. he walked toward the fridge that had a water dispenser attached to the freezer door. "i just need a cup of water after my workout," he answered in his regular voice to her question.

"oh, nice, nice," you said. a tense, awkward silence followed afterwards. "i-i'm sorry, i didnt mean to," you swallowed, "stare."

"right, i'm sure." & with that said, he left upstairs to get ready for bed.

aizawa loved teasing cute, little you. how could he not? your reactions were simply priceless. your face would get pink while you tried desperately to hide your embarrassment. your skittish eyes darted around the room just to avoid eye contact.

you weren't going to speak up because he knew that you "secretly" loved it. you'd probably make some lame excuse to defend yourself. you'd say, "well i'll let it slide just this once because i really need this job." which was the truth, it just wasn't the entire truth. aizawa knew though. he knew how much you craved his closeness.

he loves teasing you, but he's not a monster.

that's why he whispers in your ear, caging you between him & some other surface. he fed into your fantasies while fueling his own.

he thinks about you. all the time. more than you'll ever know.

what you believed to be a chance encounter was -in fact- a calculated, perfectly-executed plan concocted by aizawa. you might've never noticed him until he introduced himself, but you're so eye catching; it was only natural for him to notice you.

at first, he cursed himself to the moon & back for being attracted to someone ten years younger than him. you're only twenty-three, why is he so charmed by you?

determined to find a fault in your character, he learned your daily routine, find your social handles, grasping at anything. he was expecting to find out that maybe you're so much of an alcoholic that you practically live at a bar or that you have eighteen children with twelve different guys. but no, he found nothing terrible about you.

all of your habits he found adorable-- especially the face you make when you're frustrated. he would watch from afar as you grunted & groaned at your laptop screen. the day at the cafe he figured out why you were so upset lately.

that's why he offered you the job, out of the kindness of his heart. no other reason.

he just wanted to make sure that you stay happy & safe, which is why he installed secret cameras in the basement before you moved in.

he loved to tease you. he loved to rile you up.

he'd tease you so badly that you -at the dead of night- spread you legs wide towards the camera & play with yourself with your fingers, moaning desperately for him. all while aizawa watched you.

tonight was different though because, with the money he gave you, you bought yourself something new. tonight, you had a bright pink vibrator stimulate your clit while your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. aizawa was offended, in all honesty. it was almost like you were mocking him.

he could do better than some toy. you should've known that. he was angry, aroused, & ready to make his move.

you were unsuspecting. usually you were hyper-aware of your surroundings when you masterbated, scared of getting caught. however, this was your first time using a vibrator, & god, it felt so good. you've never experienced anything like it before. blood rushed to your ears as you could only listen to the vibrations & your choked-back moans.

aizawa crept down the stairs, into your basement. the floorboards would creak as a warning, but they fell on deaf ears. he opened the door to the basement, sneaking in. the only light that was on was a dimly lit lamp from your room. "ngh, ah." he heard your muffled moans, & his cock twitched in anticipation.

he bursted through the door, making you jump back & pull the closest thing over the bottom half of yourself. "s-sir! i-is something wrong?" you asked in a high-pitched voice as you tried to calm yourself down.

he gave you a glare, & you felt like you were in trouble, preparing for some sort of punishment. even though you didn't do anything wrong, it was him who barged in. "what. the fuck. do you think you're doing?" he seethed, closing the bedroom door. you were exposed, your juices so clearly staining your sheets.

"wh-what are you talking about-"

"don't give me that, y/n. you've been such a bad girl," he growled. aizawa stalked closer towards you as you gulped.

"n-no i haven't, i don't know what you mean, sir," you managed to say, watching him walk to the side of your bed.

"what were you doing then, hm?" he questioned with a mocking smirk. "tell me. i'd hate to do something brash over a misunderstanding."

"i-i was just laying down," you lied. he was standing at the edge of your bed, & you turned towards him. your gaze was met with his aching bulge, & you gushed all over your bed once more. you tried covering up the squelching with a yawn. "i-i'm kinda tired, you know." you were still staring at his crotch, licking your lips subconsciously.

suddenly, his hand shot to your face, his palm covering your mouth while his thumb & middle finger dug into your cheeks. "don't lie to me~ you were touching yourself, weren't you? using a dirty toy while you thought about me, hm?" you tried shaking your head but he grasped harder, making you still. "i said, don't fuckin' lie to me." he made you nod your head yes while you look up into his lusted eyes.

"you're such a bad girl, & you should know that i don't tolerate any kind of bad behavior," he informed, his gaze never breaking away from yours. "i'm going to sit down, & you're going to lay belly-down on my lap, alright, baby?"

you shook your head no once again, embarrassed. you knew that, the moment you would do that, he would catch you. after all, from the waist down, you had no clothing. "no?" he repeated in an almost sing-songy voice. "no?"

it happened so fast. one minute you were disobeying him, the next you were on his lap, just as he wanted. the baggy crop top rode up the arch of your back, & now you were practically naked -ass up- on your boss' lap. you buried your face into your messy duvet. you felt your core leak onto your inner thighs, hoping aizawa didn't notice your arousal. he did though; he loved it.

his fingers stroked your pussy as he slurred, "what a naughty girl, gettin' wet for me. y'know how much older i am, don't ya?"

you nodded your head, dripping onto his fingers.

"& ya still want me?"

you nodded, this time with a small squeak. he pulled your head back with his other hand entangled in your hair. "what was that, baby?"

"y-yes," you whispered out, hyperfixated on his fingers that teased you.

"yes what?"

"yes, i-i want you, sir," you moaned out. his middle finger ghosted over your clit, & you jolted closer to him for more friction.

"aww, you're so cute," he purred as he let go of your hair, allowing you to fall back into your bed. "it's a shame that you were so impatient though," he said with faux pity, "i have to punish you."

"no, please," you whined. "that's not fair!"

"not fair? oh darling, you brought this on yourself," he laughed. aizawa drew his hand away from your aching pussy, much to your dismay. the hand came back down, thrashing your ass cheek. you let out a muffled scream into your blanket as you were pushed forward with his force.

"what's wrong, y/n? can't handle a bit of spanking?"

"n-no! i-i want you... i-inside of me," you stuttered out with a red-tinted cheeks.

"aww, do you?"

you nodded eagerly. he, in response, growled lowly, "you're going to learn your lesson. i don't want to hear anymore whining. you're going to be my good girl, & take it, right?"

you just nodded again.

smack!

"i said, you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"y-yes, sir!"

smack!

you let out a moan, looking back at him with teary eyes. you wanted an explanation why he spanked you again. you did everything right, didn't you? you were a good girl.

"you didn't apologize."

"i-i'm s-so sorry, daddy," you gasped out, then tried to explain why you called him that. "i-i didn't-"

smack!

"you're going to keep calling me that, right?"

"y-yes, daddy." your ass stung bright red, & you felt the tingling sensation as the blood rushed to your asscheeks. aizawa let his hand graze over you, squeezing you ever so slightly.

"sit up, & look at me, y/n," he commanded in a softer tone than before. mindlessly & eagerly, you sat up onto his lap. one hand gripped on your hip while the other was placed behind your back. you wrapped your arms around his neck to stay sitting up. he leaned in for a kiss, lips pressed against your plush ones. with the hand behind your back, he glided his nails over your back.

his tongue slid over your bottom lip before invading your mouth. you let out a moan as he kissed you. he was the one to pull away, you unconsciously leaned into him for another kiss. you were snapped out of your lust when he dove into your neck, nipping & kissing all over. between hickeys, he whispered, "see? good girls get a reward."

you just let out breathless moans. your arms were still around his neck while he lowered you onto the bed. "baby, i don't ever wanna punish you again," aizawa lied, slipping your crop top over your head before throwing it on the floor. he took of his shirt, chuckling when he saw how pink your ears got. "you know why i had to punish you though, don't you?"

"y-yes, i do, d-daddy," you stuttered out. it was hard to focus while he dragged his tongue over your body. he bit your collarbone, sucked on your tits, kissed down your torso. it was all so distracting.

"why did i have to punish you, y/n?"

"because i-i was p-playing with myself without y-your permission," you told him, sighs in between every word. you don't know how or when your legs were over his shoulders, & you didn't notice until he spoke.

every annunciation blew warm air to your throbbing heat. "such a smart girl, y/n~" he praised, his onyx eyes locking with your doe eyes. you didn't have to say anything, he could tell by your facial expressions how badly you needed him. he kitten-licked your pussy; it was so little, yet you couldn't help but squeak in delight.

"oh, my god," you moaned out, throwing your head back as he began to lap your juices. he groaned as his tongue flicked your clit.

"you taste so fuckin' good, baby," he uttered, diving back for more.

"thank you, daddy," you said, you didn't even know if he still wanted to punish you, but there was a chance that he did, & you didn't want this to stop.

"good girl."

he stimulated your clit with his tongue while three fingers pumped in & out of your hole. he pulled away from your pussy for a second, demanding, "look at me when you cum, got it?"

"yes d-daddy!" you yelled out, self-restraint turning into the opposite. a pressure built inside your core, threatening to pop at any second. you looked down, tears of pleasure & neediness rolling down your pink cheeks. "i-i'm gonna cum. please keep going, i'm gonna cum!" you let out a string of pleads & moans as you came all over aizawa's face.

he stood up, slipping off his pants & boxers. he kicked them away as he towered over you. he was standing on the edge of the bed while you lied with your legs spread. "you want me, y/n? you really want me?" he asked because if you wanted him to stop, he would. if you wanted him to do anything, he'd do it.

"i really want you," you said as sincerely as someone who just climaxed could say anything. "i-i just don't want this to be a one-time thing," you admitted.

he laughed, lining his cock with your entrance as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. "trust me, baby. this is not a one-time thing, i'm so addicted to you, y/n. you don't even know." he finished his short-lived speech by shoving his girthy dick into your cunt, & you remembered just how dominate aizawa was. you let out a scream due to the pain, unexpectedness, & utter pleasure you got all in a single moment.

his thrusts were soft & slow at first. you could feel every inch leave then plunge back into your weeping hole. "d-d-daddy, you're so big," you moaned while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

his pace picked up, hips jerking against you. your tits jiggled with every thrust, claps every time he went back inside you. he abused your sensitive g-spot, ramming himself in & out of you. your hands unraveled themselves around his neck, your nails digging into his muscular back. you let out babbles how you couldn't take it, how you were going stupid, & how you were going to cum. he groaned in response, "if you're saying anything other than daddy or more, shut your fuckin' mouth & take it like a good girl."

"n-ngh, ahhh, yesss daddy," you slurred, eyes rolling to the back of your head. you wanted him to slow down so you could think again, but you liked being mindless, you liked how you didn't have the energy or will power to think about anything in this fucked-up world. all that mattered in that moment was you, aizawa, & how good the two of you felt.

"you're so fuckin' beautiful, baby," he groaned, he couldn't help but compliment you. how could he not? you looked even better pinned under him than he imagined. "so tight for me."

"please let c-cum with me, daddy," you begged. he didn't respond for a second, & you started to doubt yourself.

"wh-where," he groaned out, thrusts becoming rough & sloppy.

"what?"

he was losing composure. "where do you want me to cum?"

"inside," you answered quickly, wrapping your legs around his waist. you felt like you were in control now. "i-i want you inside of me when i cum all over your cock, d-daddy~"

"y/n. don't say stupid shit," he warned, knowing damn well he'd fold in an instant. you kept moaning with every thrust, begging for him to cum.

"p-please~ daddy, i deserve it. i-i've been a good girl," you whimpered. you jutted your bottom lip in a pout & tried to give your best puppy-dog eyes. every thrust he could see you twitch in pleasure, your expression couldn't hide how much you were enjoying this.

"fuckin' brat," he scowled. he watched you as you figured out how much power you truly have over him. he couldn't blame you for extorting it because that's what he did to you. at the end of the day though, you won.

he became sloppy & fast. his cock twitched inside of you when he saw your slutty expression-- tongue hanging out of your mouth, cheeks red, tears running down your face, eyes begging. & it was all because of him, how he fucked you. he was the cause of such a beautiful thing. finally, with a single thrust, he buried himself deep within you, cumming.

whiteness painted your insides while you came around him, clenching his twitching prick. "a-aizawa!" you screamed out in pure ecstasy.

deep breathes, panting, & sighs of content followed afterwards. he slipped out of your gaping hole, his sperm leaking out of your pussy. he climbed into your bed, coddling you. you were still shaky, senses heighten. you placed your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow.

he pulled the covers over the two of you. aizawa said while massaging your scalp, "you okay, baby?"

"mhm," you hummed, "i-i just never been fucked like that before."

he laughed, then kissed the top of your head. "i promise that this won't be the last time, y/n. i'm all yours." though he didn't say it, he was thinking, besides, guys your age won't know what to do with a bad girl like you.

[lalacliffthorne]

🕯midnights pt. II🕯

Azriel x Reader

part I part II

summary: azriel might be too much of a distraction after all

notes: the people have spoken, we got a part II. seriously though: it's honestly and completely blowing my mind how many people read my first posts here and liked them. like - truly; it's nuts, I really can't even wrap my head around it. it's always been hard for me to find the kind of people who would read what I'm cooking up, and I'm sure that any writer would agree that, while writing is the thing that keeps us alive, we fucking thrive off interactions and being able to talk about our babies and all their little details. and this is giving me that, and I'm so fucking thankful for that, so please; never ever be shy and just write to me, talk to me, it melts my little heart to hear from you and makes me just really fucking happy.

anyways, sorry for the rambling, here's part II of midnights, it's pure fluff and I'm not even sorry

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I couldn't handle the distraction.

Not. In. The. Slightest.

I inwardly kicked myself as Azriel gently pushed me into the guest room and slipped his hand off my lips to close the door. The lock clicked softly, and my heart jumped into my throat.

This was a really bad idea.

At least Cassian's snoring was gone.

Azriel's bare chest brushed against my shoulder, and when I looked up at him, his gaze was slowly tracking over the little bits of evidence of me. The rumpled sheets on the obscenely huge bed, the jewellery strewn over the wooden dresser and the shoes kicked off next to the door. There was a clothing rack Mor had lent me next to the window leading out to the street that was stuffed with the clothes I had saved from the water damage in the bedroom, and my books. Dozens and dozens of books stacked next to the empty fireplace.

The shadowsinger threw me a look, and I smiled sheepishly. “They would've gotten wet.”

Azriel's lips twitched, and something hot washed over me as his dark eyes tracked over my face.

This was going to be a long night.

~

I wasn't sure what exactly it was that I had expected. Maybe that my heart wouldn't be able to stop skipping, that just Azriel's presence would be enough to make focusing on anything but him absolutely impossible, and that I would spend the rest of the night tense and regretting several life choices.

My legs growing tired had not been on the list.

Shifting lightly and leaning my knees to the side, I tried to focus on the book propped against my thighs.

I had curled up on one end of the small couch at the back window, a soft blanket draped over my bare legs and a pillow stuffed into my back. Azriel was sitting on the other end, his wings relaxed and folded comfortably, body leaned lazily into the cushions, his skin shimmering in the soft, warm light. His eyes moved slowly over the pages of the book propped against his knee, his brows smoothed over and one strand of his hair falling into his forehead.

For some reason, his presence wasn't throwing me off nearly as much as I had thought it would. His steady, even breaths weren't distracting but calming, his body only a few feet away radiating warmth and grounding steadiness.

Sure, my heart still went haywire whenever I looked at him for too long, some strange feeling surging in my chest. But it wasn't uncomfortable. It was giddy, and comforting, and it made something bubble warmly in my chest, my breath hitching once in a while.

If only it wasn't for the fact that even with my legs pulled up towards my chest, my toes almost touched his thigh.

This couch wasn't meant for two people.

Would I stretch out my legs like they begged me to do, they would be draped over Azriel's lap, definitely invading what I considered personal space. It was the only reason I had not changed my position about half an hour ago, when my legs had slowly started to tingle uncomfortably, and had instead stayed frozen in my position.

Even though Azriel had not seemed to mind being close to me earlier, I didn't want to push it.

Ever since meeting him, I knew that for him, physical contact was - complicated. I had seen plenty of times when he had flinched away from it, mostly from strangers, as well meaning as they had been. He didn't seem to mind as much when it came from his friends, his family. In fact, I was pretty sure I had seen him lean into the way Rhys patted his shoulders or how the way he rolled his eyes when Cassian squeezed the living daylight out of him in a hug always looked half-hearted, his lips curving just barely in amusement, or how he let Mor mess with his hair and give him cheek kisses even though he glared at her.

I wasn't sure if he needed to trust a person to be able to accept physical contact or if it was something else entirely, but I didn't want to overstep. He looked so relaxed, calm, almost unguarded, it made something flicker in my chest.

I didn't give care if my legs turned numb if it meant he could stay like that for a little longer.

Shifting again, I barely suppressed the urge to grimace when there was a light sting in my thigh, my muscles aching.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Azriel's eyes flicker up from his book and towards me and tried to keep my breathing even, gaze moving over the words on the page before me without quite catching their meaning.

The Spymaster returned his gaze back towards his book, and I slowly let myself relax, inwardly making a face when I shifted in my seat, trying to find another position that didn't make my legs feel quite so mangled.

Big, calloused hands closed around my ankles, and my heart jumped into my throat when they pulled on my legs, dragging me down over the cushions in one swift move and causing a soft squeak to leave me when my head hit the armrest.

My breath stumbled, my eyes darted up, widening slightly, and Azriel draped my legs over his lap, my calves pressing against his thighs when he tugged the blanket around my legs and threw me a look.

“You've been squirming for half an hour.” He mumbled the words like they were an explanation, only after a few seconds adding in a grumble: “It's driving me nuts.”

My breath hitched, stilling as I stared at him as he shifted a little in his seat, sinking back until he was reclined comfortably again, draping his forearms over my shins and turning his attention back towards his book. The blanket had ridden up, and his right arm was pressing against my bare leg, but Azriel didn't seem to give a shit about personal space or physical contact as he pulled my legs closer, his right hand slipping under the blanket to gently close around my calf and hold it in place.

One corner of Azriel's lips tipped upwards a little, and without looking away from the pages, he mumbled, amusement lacing his deep, low voice: “You're staring.”

I blinked, swallowing against the sudden tightness in my throat as something fluttered in my chest, high and wild, and Azriel threw me a look, a twinkle in his amber eyes that was full of dark mischief when he raised an eyebrow lightly.

“Too much distraction?”

My lips parted in disbelief, and Azriel's lips curved like he was holding back a smirk. Then he turned his attention back towards his book.

I stared at him, gaping lightly as my heart skipped high and a ridiculously wide smile slowly stretched over my face.

You're on.

Slumping back into the cushions, I picked up my book that had fallen into my lap when Azriel had dragged me towards him, flicking back to the page I had left it. Snuggling into the cushion, my eyes moved over the page, not processing a word as my mind started working. Staring. Distraction.

Well, I could just –

Shifting, I started to tug the blanket off my legs, keeping my eyes on the pages of my book as my brows furrowed lightly in focus. Leaning up a little to pull the blanket off my feet, I dropped it onto the ground, stretching my bare legs before settling back into the cushions.

It was a long shot, but –

Azriel threw me a look, and I caught the second he blinked, his grip around my calf changing. His eyes, looking like molten gold in the warm light, moved over my legs, my shirt pushed up from him dragging me down over the cushions, now barely reaching the top of my thighs. A muscle in his jaw shifted sharply, his piercing gaze tracking up my shins, over the small scar on my knee where I had fallen as a child, up my thighs –

"Too much distraction?”

Azriel's gaze snapped up, and I lost the fight against my twitching lips when it met mine, a wide cheeky smile slowly spreading over my face, bright and mischievous, and Azriel stared at me, stared as a twinkle spread through his eyes, growing and growing just like the crease digging into his cheek.

Giggling softly under my breath, I turned my eyes back onto my book, focusing back on the pages as my heart skipped against my ribs.

Or, I tried to focus. But Azriel's hand had slipped up my leg, now resting on my shin, his scarred skin rough and warm on mine as his thumb started to slowly brush over my skin. And suddenly, nothing about him was calming anymore.

Trying to keep my breathing even, I barely suppressed the urge to swallow as I stared at the pages of my book.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the shadowsinger's lips quirk upwards.

Damn it.

Breathing out soundlessly, I tried to focus back on my book. Azriel´s thumb was slowly swiping over my skin, almost absentmindedly. It made my throat close up as something skipped against my ribs, and I shifted without even realizing.

Azriel's grip around my leg tightened, and he mumbled: “Stop that.”

“Why; am I distracting again?” I felt my lips curve as I huffed, and Az looked like he had to bite back a smile, raising a brow at me.

“Are you done squirming?”

I breathed out before closing my book with a snap, holding it up and raising a brow at him. “This is boring.”

“That's because you're still only in the beginning.” The golden flecks in Azriel's eyes twinkled. “It picks up later.”

Grumbling, I let the book slip to the ground, dropping my head back against the armrest.

Blinking at the ceiling, I listened as my heart thrummed steadily against my ribs, something warm bubbling gently in my chest, giddy and warm and comfortable.

My eyes were just closing a little when suddenly, a thought struck me that made my heart miss a beat and jump into my throat as I widened my eyes.

“Shit.”

Azriel's eyes darted up when I scrambled to get to my feet, a crease forming between his brows as he watched me, his wings flaring slightly as tension rippled through his body.

“What?”

I turned to blink at him, his shoulders suddenly rigid and body straightening, like he was ready to jump into action.

“I just remembered I ate the last of Mor's cookies.”

Azriel stared at me. Then he huffed. His shoulders dropped, and he sank back into his seat and glared at me.

“I thought -” He broke off, breathing out as he raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, but his lips twitched like he suddenly had to hold back a laugh. Shaking his head, he looked back up at me, and my breath hitched when I saw the way his eyes began to twinkle.

“What?” I felt my brows furrow, and Azriel slowly started to smirk, creases forming in his cheeks and causing something to surge high in my chest.

“Nice knowing you.”

I deadpanned, and the shadowsinger chuckled, the deep sound almost making me sway on the spot as his eyes crinkled.

“Hey, at least I planned on making a new batch.” I glared at him, but it probably looked more than a pout, judging from the way Azriel's lips curved when he pushed himself to his feet.

“Alright, come on.” His eyes were bright with amusement when he fixed his pyjama pants that had slipped dangerously low on his hips, stepping towards me and placing his hands on my shoulders. His touch sent a jolt through my body, the weight of his palms gentle when he turned me around, mumbling: “Can't have Mor killing you over a jar of cookies.”

I tried to keep myself from swallowing when his breath fanned over the top of my head, his chest bumping into my back as he started to push me towards the door, and my heart skipped a little.

Frowning lightly, I slowed my steps and looked up at him over my shoulder.

“What are you -” My eyes flickered over his face, and I blinked before breathing out and smiling, crooked and a bit cheeky as I raised my brows at him. “You can stay up here and read, you know.”

“And miss you trying to navigate our kitchen?” Azriel's brows furrowed as he opened the door, but his lips curved when he threw me a look. “No book is that entertaining.”

I tried to elbow him into the ribs, but Azriel dodged the jab, smirking in a way that got my heart stuck in my throat.

Breathing out softly and soundlessly, I allowed him to gently nudge me onto the stairs leading down into the house.

At least I could put some reasonable distance between us in the kitchen.

~

The moon was shining through the windows as we made our way down the stairs, stars and galaxies twinkling on the dark sky. When we passed Cassian's floor and a particularly loud snore echoed from his room, I had to muffle my giggle with the back of my hand, Azriel's chest vibrating in my back like he was laughing silently.

The living room was dipped in half-light as we made our way over to the door leading to the kitchen. I pushed it open, shivering happily at the warmth washing over me, mixed with the sweet smell of the flowers sitting on the big table over at the window. The fae lights flickered to life, flooding the room with warm, golden light when Azriel closed the door behind him, and I slipped past the oven, stretching to open the two high cupboards that functioned as a pantry before pulling myself onto the counter. The marble was cold against my knees when I straightened up and stretched to get to the container of flour on the top shelf.

Squinting in concentration, I jumped lightly when Azriel sucked in a sharp breath.

“What the –“, he interrupted himself, and I could feel the air shift behind me like his shadows had brought him there, then a hand settled on my back, warm and steady as it pressed firmly, and my fingers almost slipped on the cabinet.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Azriel sounded torn between amusement and irritation, and I grumbled: “Getting the flour. This place is built for fucking giants.”

Stretching a bit more, I could feel him shift closer, his hand pressing harder against my lower back, and my breath hitched.

Making a happy sound when my fingers closed around the big glass jar, I pulled it off the shelf. But I hadn't expected it to be quite so full and so heavy, and so I squealed softly when it dipped back, the lid sliding off, and I ducked my head when I could feel a rain of flour douse past me.

Quickly pushing the glass up and catching it with my free hand, I carefully slid it onto the counter before throwing a quick look over my shoulder – and feeling my eyes widen as my heart skipped once before stilling.

The flour had missed me, only dusting my dark shirt with a thin layer.

Azriel had not been as lucky.

The shadowsinger blinked. His lashes, usually long and dark, were now stark white, just like his hair and his face and the top of his shoulders and wings, all coated in a thick layer of powdery flour.

A soft snort left me. Then something began to bubble in my chest until I couldn't contain it anymore, and a laugh broke free, quickly turning into wild and unrestrained giggles.

A rumble grew in Azriel's chest as he started to scowl, taking a step back before shaking himself like a dog, sending flour everywhere in big white clouds. I coughed through my laughter, quickly holding onto the cabinets as my shoulders shook and I fought for air, my eyes becoming teary.

“I'm so sorry.” Laughing, I leaned my forehead against the shelves, my ribs beginning to ache as I tried to catch my breath, the image of the mighty shadowsinger, darkness personified, covered in white flour flashing before my eyes and making me break out into a new fit of giggles.

“I'm sorry, I'm –“ Breathing in deeply, I wiped over my cheeks, my belly aching as I looked over my shoulder, and Azriel blinked and turned his eyes away from my face. Scowling lightly, he raised a hand to run it over his shoulder, a thin white film of flour still dusting his tanned skin.

“Come here.” Snickering softly, I reached out a hand, and Azriel glared, but there was something in his eyes, bright and gleaming, as he slowly stepped forward until his side brushed against my ankle.

I motioned for him to drop his head, and something skipped high in my chest when Azriel's gaze dragged over my face for a second. Then he complied, and still giggling softly under my breath, I ran my hand over his shoulder, brushing off the visible remainders of flour before softly raking my fingers through his hair, shaking out the white dust.

Azriel's shoulders grew rigid. His wings rustled before shuddering, and I quickly pulled my hand away, my heart leaping into my throat.

“Sorry,”, I mumbled, smiling softly and sheepishly, and my heart missed a step when I saw the muscles in Azriel's back shift.

The shadowsinger breathed out, his shoulders sinking back as he raised his head, and the soft twinkle in his eyes made me exhale soundlessly.

“Are you done up there or do I need to seek shelter?”

I snorted, turning back around with a wide grin. “Shut up.”

I could feel the coolness of shadows brush my feet, and when I threw a quick look over my shoulder, pools of darkness cleaned up the white dust on the floor. Azriel was still hovering behind me, shadows brushing over his wings to clean off the white residue before whispering and grazing down his back.

Pulling the sugar and the chocolate chips from the cupboard, I set them down next to the flour, then I pressed my hands onto the counter and slid off the surface. My bare feet hit the floor, and my heart missed a beat when my back hit Azriel's chest.

Quickly taking a step forward, I looked over my shoulder to sent him a sheepish smile, but something got lodged into my throat when my eyes met Azriel's, trained onto my face, dark and deep in the light.

“Are you going to climb onto anything else or am I spared from more heart attacks?” His mumbled words were like a gentle shiver down my spine, his head dropped a little to look down on me as his eyes tracked over my face, something in them I couldn't quite decipher. There was still a smudge of flour on his cheek, and my fingers itched to brush it away.

My heart skipped softly, and I felt my lips curve until I was smiling, wide and a bit cheeky. “No, I think you're good.”

Azriel stared at me, hair tousled and shoulder muscles shifting, and I had to tear my eyes away because suddenly, my chest felt like it was about to burst.

“Alright, uhm,”, I scratched my forehead and tried to remember why I was standing in the kitchen, “I – need butter and eggs.” Turning around, I pulled both from next to the box with bread.

Azriel retreated as I started measuring the ingredients, pouring water into the kettle before placing it on the stove. I had just mixed together the eggs and the soft butter when his chest brushed against my shoulder and he placed a mug in front of me, steaming softly and spreading the smell of sweet berries.

Silence settled over the kitchen, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt like it had earlier, up in the guest room. I could feel Azriel, feel his eyes on me, but it only made something flutter softly against my ribs, giddy and warm. The fae lights plunged the kitchen in a warm, cozy light while outside, the night sky glittered with stars and the oven hummed.

By the time I had rolled the dough into little balls and put the first tray into the oven, my braid had become loose. Pulling off the ribbon tying it off, I unravelled it, turning around as I brushed some strands behind my ear, and my eyes met Azriel's.

My breath hitched.

“What?”

The shadowsinger stared at me, and slowly, one corner of the his lips tipped up just barely. But there was something in his eyes when he pushed off the island, slowly stepping closer. It almost looked like he was battling something in his mind as his gaze flickered over my face. Then he blinked and stretched out a hand, mumbling: “You've got a little –“

His thumb brushed over my cheek, gently rubbing over a spot next to the corner of my lips.

Suddenly, breathing felt difficult, something skipping so high in my chest, it reached my throat.

Swallowing harshly, I watched with my heart pounding against my ribs as Azriel took a step closer until his chest gently bumped into mine. His hand rested against my jaw, palm warm and rough against my skin that had started tingling under his touch, something changing between hot and cold running up and down my spine, my body freezing up when the shadowsinger's piercing eyes darted over my face. He blinked, then he dropped his head lightly.

When his nose brushed against mine, my breath faltered and my whole body went completely still. The only thing I could feel was my heart, pounding flatly and shakingly as Azriel's scent drowned me and his warm breath hit my lips.

Azriel carefully nudged his nose against mine, halting. I could feel the way his breath trembled slightly, his throat working like he tried to hold back the urge to swallow.

It felt like he was waiting. Expecting me to pull back.

But I just fought the tighteness in my throat and hesitantly raised my chin.

When my lips brushed over Azriel's, a shudder went through his body. His hand slipped over my jaw to the back of my neck, and he broke the last bit of distance, pulling me forward to crash his lips onto mine.

Something surged in my chest, growing warmer and bigger with every second, fluttering madly.

A whimper built at the back of my throat, and I reached out to grip Azriel's sides the same moment his free hand rose to cup the side of my neck.

He was kissing me like I was air and he was drowning, deep, hard and desperate, his tongue dragging over mine, fingers winding through my hair as he took a step forward. His chest pressed firmly into mine, his brows drawn together and breath harsh against my skin, and my heart skipped so high, it got stuck in my throat.

When Azriel pulled back to suck in a sharp breath, his thumb brushing over my skin as he pressed his forehead against mine, breathing heavily, my heart was pounding and I wasn't quite sure where up was and where down. My nose brushed against Azriel's, and I swore I could feel his breath stumble.

Swallowing, I eased my grip on his sides, my voice a bit hoarse when I mumbled: “Gone?”

Azriel breathed a huff, and my heart skipped when I opened my eyes to see a smirk slowly spreading over his face, causing his eyes to crinkle and a crease digging into his cheek, his iris twinkling so brightly my breath hitched. Then he dipped his head, and my heart tumbled when his lips pressed against the spot on my cheek, tongue darting out and swiping over my skin.

When he pulled back, his iris was twinkling and my breath flat. There was something there in his iris, something that matched the strange surging feeling in my chest and that made my body feel light like air as his eyes flickered over my face.

“You're staring,”, he mumbled, the harsh rasp in his deep voice betraying him, and I felt my lips curve slowly into a wide, beaming smile.

“Want me to stop?"

Azriel stared at me, and his eyes became even brighter as his deep voice rumbled through me.

"Never."

[awkward-halfhug]

probably not the best sedative | eleventh doctor x reader

summary: pseudo-morning shenanigans

chapter 1 2 3 4 5

contents: fluff, some name-calling, the doctor being a 'genius'

(also on my ao3)

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After that first successful sleepover situation, it became a habit. A routine. A tradition. When you get back from adventuring, you both go your separate ways to freshen up, grab a book to read (in your case), or a a gizmo to fiddle with (in his case), and meet up in one of your usual spots in the TARDIS to decompress, until finally you both fall asleep. 

After he woke up that first time, curled up in a ball on your lap, your legs tucked under you and your upper body curled around his in a way that made him cringe in sympathy for your poor back, he had felt an odd mix between embarrassed, endeared, and incredibly proud of himself for such a great idea. 

For one thing, one of your hands had somehow found its way into his hair at some point. The pressure of your fingertips on his scalp was completely foreign and entirely thrilling. He had been almost afraid to move for fear of breaking the peace and beauty of the moment. 

Almost. But he had really needed to pee. 

Your groggy, half-asleep state had been endearing and if his bladder hadn't been about to burst he would've liked to enjoy it longer. 

Fortunately for him, he would be getting to see a lot more of that cute pout in the weeks to come. 

He's looking at it now, in fact. 

"Hey sleepyhead", the Doctor murmurs into the pseudo-morning air. 

A few simulated birds chirp in the distance to each other. Coupled with the holographic display of the sun rising, the effect is incredibly peaceful. That, and the (safe amounts of) solar rays the TARDIS stores and emits through her projected 'sun', is apparently effective in its goal of keeping you on a regular sleep schedule. The Doctor, too, has been benefiting from these modifications you requested. He feels healthier somehow, more energized. And, surprisingly, happier. Although he's not about to admit this to you, or to the TARDIS for that matter. 

You smile sleepily as you stretch out your tired limbs. 

"M'rnin'" you mumble, before curling back into the Doctor's side. 

The Doctor chuckles in response and tugs you closer. He's never been one to pass up an opportunity when it's right in front of him. The cuddling and the holding each other has grown in frequency and ease since that first sleepover/snuggle session/whatever it was, but it still hasn't lost any if its novelty. Or its comfort.

He holds you close for a little while longer until he feels himself starting to drift off again. He's almost asleep when he hears an animal, very close, and from the sounds of it, possibly very angry. 

His senses on high alert, he whips his head around the room searching for the danger. If he can identify the creature quickly enough he can hopefully protect his companion in time, should it attack.

Had he left the door to the hatchery open again? He wouldn't put it past himself. It's happened plenty of times in the past. Although, the particular species residing there these days isn't one he feels keen on introducing to you. At least not this way.

He's just creeping off the couch, slowly, not making any sudden movements, when he hears it again.

Finally he identifies it.

You crack one sleepy eye open and frown at him when he busts up laughing. He leans back to his original position and scoops you up into his arms. 

"Should I start keeping you in the hatchery?" He asks between chuckles.

You just blink at him in confusion. Suddenly your stomach growls, loudly, demanding it be paid due attention. Your eyes widen and your cheeks color.

"I think I'm hungry." You say, timidly.

The Doctor just laughs louder. You smack him lightly on the chest and he calms down a bit.

"Come on then, we better feed the little beast before it goes on a rampage."

You both climb off the couch reluctantly and let the TARDIS lead you to whatever hallway she placed the kitchen in today.

After eating their meal, you sit together in companionable silence, allowing your brains to wake up for the day. Well, allowing your brain to wake up. His is wide awake now.

His mind is usually spinning a hundred miles an hour every waking minute of the day. And keeping him awake at that. But lately his mind seems to have calmed considerably. It's amazing the affect the woman sitting across from him can have, without even trying.

When you're apparently awake enough to think clearly, you break the silence. "What was that about a hatchery?" 

The Doctor manages to restrain himself from laughing any further at her expense, but he can't keep the smirk from his face as he replies.

"Nothing, dear."

"Dear?" You lift a bemused eyebrow.

Panic. Panic panic panic. That's all his mind supplies him at first. Maybe you've made him a little too relaxed. He still manages to come up with a genius cover for his blunder.

"Er, the hatchery. It's nothing. Have one here. Was talking about that. You gonna finish your tea? I'll finish it if you don't want it."

Before you could comment further on the sudden term of endearment, the Doctor swipes your teacup out of your hands and starts guzzling it as though it weren't scalding hot. Which it is. 

"I was drinking that!" You cry, your face warring between outrage and confusion. Good.

"Sorry. Just couldn't resist. Yours just looked so much better than mine." The Doctor emphasizes this statement by grabbing his half-full tea cup and tossing it in the sink a few feet away, without even looking behind him. It lands with a crash and he flinches.

You blink owlishly at him. Crisis averted.

"So, where to today, my love?" The Doctor can feel his eyes bulging out of their sockets. His mouth has a mind of its own apparently and it's scheming against him.

You barely have time to get out a confused little "Wha-?" before the Doctor ploughs on ahead for some damage control.

"I was thinking we could visit Burr. Lovely little planet. Bit off the beaten path in the next galaxy over, but the views are spectacular. Interesting people, the Burrans. Manners are a bit different in every culture, you know. Have to follow their rules or risk offending them. Wouldn't want to end up in another jail cell would we?

You look a little distracted but you nod in agreement. "What are their rules of conduct then?"

The Doctor swallows. "Oh nothing too different from what you're used to. Cursties, bows, sirs and ma'ams, the like. And we have to call each other pet names."

"Pet names?" You repeat, as though you hadn't heard him right.

"Pet names." The Doctor smiled innocently.

Suddenly your expression changes from dazed to comprehension. And..is that disappointment?

That is definitely disappointment! It was just a twinge of it and it's gone now but it was there! The Doctor feels like he's won something, though he's not sure what.

You're smiling at him now, clearly amused. "So, are we practicing now then? Um...sweetie?" You cringe after you say it, hiding your face in embarrassment.

He laughs in relief and delight. "Oh, come now, you can do better than that, sugarplum." He's positively beaming now but he can't help it. He's enjoying himself too much with this.

You pull your hands from your face and look him straight in the eye, determination etched in every feature. "Cupcake" you say, clearly fighting off a silly grin.

"Pumpkin" he retorts.

"Honey bear" you fire back.

"Gumdrop" he laughs.

"Buttercup"

"Darling"

"Cuddlebug" you smirk as you say it. You're  teasing him, the minx.

He raises an eyebrow. "Sugar lips" 

Your mouth hangs open. "You are not calling me 'sugar lips'"! 

The Doctor laughs at your expression. "Why not?"

"We've never kissed, so how would you know if my lips are sugary or not, hm? So you can't use that one." You arched a brow as if to say 'checkmate'. 

The Doctor just hums a bit. Nodding to himself and debating.

Internal debate over, he leans across the table and places a kiss right on your smirking mouth. You gasp at the contact and he takes the opportunity to pull your bottom lip in between his teeth and sucks on it gently, running his tongue across quickly. You make a little noise and he pulls back just slightly, releasing your bottom lip and placing a little peck to your mouth before returning to his original spot across the table.

The Doctor has never seen you look more flustered than at this moment. You're gaping at him like the cutest little fish and a blush is covering your entire face, your neck, and your ears. He couldn't wipe the smirk off his face if he tried. 

The Doctor stares your straight in the eyes, licks his lips and says "Yep. Sugary. Almost too sugary. You really do put quite a lot in your tea, don't you?"

You try spluttering out an answer but it's basically gibberish.

"What's that, sugar lips?" The Doctor lifts a smug eyebrow.

Realization dawns on his companion's pretty face. "You- you did that for-? Just because of-?" 

Well not just because of the pet-name. Not really because of the pet-name at all. But you don't need to know that.

"Am I well-informed enough to be able to call you sugar lips now, sugar lips?"

"No!" 

The Doctor makes a move toward you again, but you splutter quickly "Yes! Okay, yes! You are well-informed. I am in total shock of how well-informed you are." You huff and he sits back down in his chair, well pleased with himself. 

"That settles it then. Go get dressed, we'll make a quick pit stop and then off to Burr!" He drums his hands happily on the kitchen table and skips away to set the coordinates.

First stop, a nice little bakery with a nice long line the Doctor can leave his companion in while he sneaks back to the TARDIS.

Second stop, Burr, a century or two before he plans on taking his companion. Spread a rumor here, make a comment there. Pet names will be commonplace etiquette before they know it.

Third stop, back to the bakery, his companion none the wiser.

And then obviously, fourth stop, back to Burr with you. 

The Doctor sighs. Another genius idea. The rapid torrent of his thoughts may have calmed down some lately, thanks to his lovely companion, and he might feel more relaxed, but his mind is still as sharp as ever. Sometimes he amazes even himself.

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[the-kr8tor]

Hi!! Wanted to send smth in for fluffy Friday :3

Could you write a thing for hobie with an artist S/o painting on hobie’s back and just having a chill time together while doing so 🥺?

Thank you for the adorable prompt!! 🫶🫶 Hope u like it!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, suggestive content, cw food mention, FLUFF.

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You find out that Hobie's ticklish with the first brush stroke of your paintbrush on his skin. He squirms faintly with his toned back muscles moving subtly, but you take notice because of your current position on his back. The paint is cool when it hits his skin, but you grant him reprieve from the cold with your warm hands.

You're straddling his waist, your legs sit comfortably on his sides, mindful of your weight that he insists he can handle because of his enhanced abilities. But your instincts make you lift yourself up slightly above him, every time you do this he reaches for your thighs blindly, bringing you back down on his waist with a disapproving grunt and a quiet and stern ‘lovie’

“You're ticklish” you coo whilst your hands expertly paint individual blades of grass on the small of his back. Your fluffy pajama pants doesn't help, with every move from you, it tickles him more.

“Nuh uh” Hobie’s voice is muffled by the pillow, if not for the slight tickle he would've fallen asleep from the start. With you on top and gently painting on his back, your hands gliding along his skin, he thinks he's in heaven.

You take a clean brush, bringing it to sweep it across his nape. He shudders, proving your point. Laughing, you bend down to kiss him right over where you tickled him as an apology. An apology he accepts wholeheartedly.

“Y’know, when I accepted to be your canvas I expected to be pampered not tickled to death”

“So dramatic,” you whisper, blowing air into his ear that earns you a flick on your forehead that may or may not have made his shoulder ache a bit. “After, I promise” Hobie hums at the prospect of you actually pampering him after.

Giggling, you continue to finish your work of art. Painting delicate daisies all over the bottom of his back. You're careful this time, trying extra hard not to tickle him.

“Can I guess now?” Hobie cranes his neck to look over his shoulder, silently wishing he was bit by a radioactive owl instead just so he can look at you fully. That would be a terrifying sight though, straight out of a horror movie.

You put some details on Hobie's iconic leather vest. Streaks of silver dance on his skin. “You ask like you haven't been doing that for the past hour”

Hobie ignores your quip with him squeezing your thigh. “I feel like you're drawing triangles, pizza?”

He isn't completely wrong, you are painting triangles for the spikes on his vest. “Pizza? Are you that hungry, babe?”

“Starving”

“Okay, let's finish this later then.” You rub at his arms comfortingly.

“No, finish it, love. I can feel that you're almost done”

“How'd you know?” You lean down once again to face him.

Hobie's cheek is smooshed on the pillow, his lips puckered, a sight so adorable you just want to smooch him right there and then. You pat yourself on the back for not indulging yourself, a feat in itself.

“I can always tell when you're about to finish” he smirks at his own joke.

You guffaw, “just for that I'm gonna take my time” lifting yourself up, Hobie chases after you, trying his best to reach for your lips. But alas, thanks to his bones he couldn't reach you in time.

He gives up, flopping back down on the pillows with a muffled ‘almost’ After a few more added details, you finally finish it in record time.

“And done!” You lift yourself off his back to his dismay. Patting his butt, Hobie gently eases himself off the bed, careful not to ruin your art.

He has pillow creases left on his skin which you gladly rub away with your thumb. “You wanna see?” your eyes twinkle.

“Please, lovie”

Leading him towards the floor length mirror, you turn him around to face you instead of the mirror, to which he happily lets you manhandle him with a lopsided grin on his lips.

“Tadaa!” You gesture around his back, shyness rearing its head, tucking your hands over your chest as you feel heat on your cheeks.

Hobie looks over his shoulder, he doesn't feel so hungry anymore. You've painted a pretty picture to say the least, it's a masterpiece, definitely your best work. It's a scenic landscape of you and Hobie on a sunny field, sitting on a picnic cloth, smiling as Hobie plays his guitar complete with tiny musical notes floating around. The grass is painted with tiny flowers that makes him want to reach down and pluck some for you to put in your hair.

He realizes you're waiting for his reaction, eyes searching his face. Hobie grabs you by your waist, twirling you around the bedroom whilst he beams at your laughing form. You laugh loudly as he squeezes the life out of you.

“It's so fuckin' gorgeous! You're so fuckin' good!” Hobie places the biggest messiest kiss on your lips. He pulls away with a loud smacking of your lips then he decides immediately to kiss you once again on every surface of your face. “So fuckin' perfect!”

“You're eating my face!”

“Because ‘m hungry!”

You think he really loves your little painting.

[daisyvisions]

A Promise Is A Promise… - (k.yh)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), enemies-to-lovers (ish?), fondling with tits, nipple play, tit sucking, thigh riding, pet name (sweetheart), act is consented

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word count: 1.4K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: Here you go, this is me entering my Younghoon era 🙃 Also, this fic is heavily focused on the mention of breasts but size in particular is not mentioned (I hope? I'm sorry if it does!). This was supposed to be a blurb but I got carried away so enjoy haha 😭

“Show me your tits…”

“I'm sorry, what?”

You looked at him in disbelief. Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised all the way to your hairline. Did he just say that?

“I said, show me your tits.” He reiterated.

“And why the fuck would I show you my tits?! Are you insane?!”

Younghoon just smirked at how you were reacting to his demand. “That's because you owe me one, remember?”

“No, I don't.” You scoffed. The nerve of this guy.

Amused by your demeanor, Younghoon takes calculated steps towards you and mirrors your current pose. He places his hand on your shoulder and bends down to your eye level.

“Really? Let me refresh your memory then, sweetheart. Didn't you say you'd do anything I wanted after I got you out of that mess last Tuesday? Where you almost could've gotten suspended if only I didn't show up and save your ass?”

Fuck…he's right.

Your flaring cheeks go unnoticed by Younghoon, who's completely reveling in the moment. To have you completely bend to his will. If only he could record this moment and watch it over and over again.

“But-but I-” you stammer, your heart slowly pounding knowing there's no way out of this.

“Oh yes, remember now? So… shirt off!” His smile widening from ear to ear.

“Can't I just give you a kiss on the cheek or buy you something? Please anything but…that.” You couldn't look at him in the eye at this point. Had it been some other guy, you would've instantly flashed your tits at them.

But Younghoon? You would rather die.

“No can do. I wanna see your tits…. now.” He demanded.

“FINE! “You throw your arms up as you turn around and stomp to sit on his bed. You immediately tug on the hem of your shirt and lift the article of clothing off your body, leaving you with your favorite colored lace bra.

“There… happy? Like what you see?” You ask with a snarky tone, but you feel your confidence slowly deteriorating as he says nothing and just looks at you in the eye.

Younghoon briefly chuckles to himself for a moment and sits down, manspreading on the armchair across from the bed.

There's an awkward air between you two. The way he's looking at you is making you feel nervous and… tingly? Before you could even ask what's next, he speaks.

“Come here.” He utters as you absentmindedly follow his command.

You stand between his legs as he looks up at you with a look you can't really understand.

“Remove the bra.”

“W-what?”

“I said… remove. the. bra.” His tone becoming more stern.

“Younghoo-”

“You promised, remember? Or do you want me to do it for you?” He smirks.

Without realizing it, you nod at his question, only snapping back into reality as you feel his warm hands pulling your waist closer to him to reach the hook of your bra behind you.

You both watch the straps loosen around your shoulders as the whole bra slowly peels off from your body until your chest is completely bare to him. Your breasts falling naturally to their position after being constrained.

His face is mere inches away from your soft skin. Your cheeks start flaring up even more than they were earlier as he continues to stare at the sight in front of him.

“Fffuuccckkkkk…” He drags out every letter of the word, staring at your tits like they were the eighth wonder of the world.

You feel your hands getting clammy, knots slowly forming at the pit of your stomach. You've never seen him stare like this before.

Sure, death stares from across the room and side glances were common between the two of you. But this? This was something entirely new.

“Okaayyy I think we're done her-” You suddenly squeal as Younghoon grabs your waist and pulls you to sit on his lap, making you land on his thigh.

“Ah ah ah.” He waves his index finger in front of you. “We're not done here, sweetheart.” His hands slowly moving up towards under your breasts, you feel the rough pads of his fingers deliciously graze your skin.

Before continuing, he looks up at you for reassurance to what he's hinting at and you nod in response. Younghoon may be an asshole, but he needs to make sure you're okay with this too.

His hands move to slowly grasp the flesh of your tits, letting out a sigh of content before he starts fondling with them.

At first, he gives your tits a light squeeze, seeing his fingers make an indent to your skin. The slow movements making your spine shiver and your core grow warm. He continues to knead your breasts until his thumbs fiddle with your hardened nipples.

You bite your lip, refraining from letting out a soft whimper nesting in your throat. But Younghoon sees right through you and continues to flick your nipples with his thumbs faster.

“You're so pretty…” he mutters under his breath, watching his hands groping and kneading at your chest.

The movements of his hand start to get to you as you feel your core dampening with your slick. You try not to think about it too much, but Younghoon is ten steps ahead of you. He feels the warmth blooming down at your cunt against his thigh.

He bounces his leg once to cause friction to your core, watching you try to keep it together miserably.

“Shit I can't take it anymore.” He suddenly says before diving his mouth straight to your nipple, licking your sensitive bud like an animal. His other hand rolling your other nipple between his fingers.

Very faint whimpers of pleasure start to spill out of your mouth the more he keeps on giving attention to your breasts like this. Sucking and licking your nipples like his life depended on it.

You hear the rumble of his groans vibrating against your skin, the front of your panties becoming even more wet than it was earlier on.

Younghoon is living his best life right now. Sucking the tits of the girl that drives him insane (in more ways than one). His cock practically throbbing and aching to be set free, but he pushes his own pleasure aside for now to focus on his current actions.

A litter of red marks appear across your chest as he sucks hickies on your sensitive skin, marking you for the next person to see and well…. as a reminder for you when you look at yourself in the mirror.

A reminder of this moment with him.

All the sensations coursing through your body were making your head get foggy to the point you didn't even realize you were already rolling your hips, grinding your core against Younghoon's thigh.

“That's it, sweetheart, use me. Get off on me.” he mumbles against your skin. You listen to him instinctively, increasing the pace of your hips.

You start to feel a knot tightening in your abdomen, continuing to roll your hips as you chase that sweet release.

“Y-younghoo- I'm gonna cum…” you whine. You feel his hands grip your hips and drag them against his thigh as he helps you get closer to your high.

“Cum for me… I wanna see your pretty face when you do- shit” he looks up at you, keeping his gaze on your face.

Your mouth starts forming an “o” and suddenly the knot inside your abdomen snaps, making you clench your thighs against Younghoon's thigh. Your head falls instantly against his shoulder as you let out a string of moans.

You stay in that position, trying to catch your breath as Younghoon rubs his hands on your back, soothing you from your high.

As you lift your head off from his shoulders, your eyes meet his. You both look at each other for a moment until you start to feel nervous again from his gaze.

“So… we good?” you awkwardly ask.

He smirks as he lets out a chuckle before tucking the loose strand of hair behind your ear and moves to hold your chin up with his fingers,

“Just perfect.”

[otomiyaa]

Day 9: Dance

Adachi x Kurosawa | Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

Word Count: 900

They were not going to have a wedding dance. Adachi didn't see the need, and Kurosawa went along with Adachi's opinion.

"Well. Here we are," Kurosawa said with a smile, having Adachi in his arms as the music started playing for their long awaited wedding dance after all.

"Here we are," Adachi repeated. Now that the time was here, he couldn't help but think it wasn't that bad.

Subjected to the peer pressure, with friends, family and colleagues encouraging them and saying their wedding would not be complete with them opening the dance floor with a romantic dance, they ended up practicing a simple waltz after all.

It had not been a moment Adachi looked forward to, and after feeling nervous for most of the time, now that the moment was here, all he could feel was relief. It was actually just him and Kurosawa, here on the middle of the dance floor, not much different from when they were practicing, just the two of them.

Because of the lighting with the bright spotlight focused only on them, he couldn't see the crowd around them very well, and because of the music, he couldn't hear them either. It really was as if they were all alone, together.

"It's not as bad as I thought," Adachi admitted. Kurosawa smiled and nodded.

"I think so too."

Adachi tried to figure out Kurosawa's expression. "Really? Or... are you regretting it? I'm not embarrassing you, aren't I? I'm not exactly a good dancer," Adachi said as he felt himself move around clumsily despite having practiced the routine a few times.

Kurosawa shook his head. "You're doing just fine."

Adachi chuckled. "Heh. Sometimes I miss my magical powers. I would've loved to read your mind right now to see if you're telling me the truth."

"Oh? So you would like to read my mind now, hm?" Kurosawa asked. "Would you like me to tell you what I am thinking?"

Adachi blushed. ".....You don't need to tell m- eh!" He twitched when he felt Kurosawa's hand on his waist squeeze him a little.

Kurosawa pulled him a little closer and said: "I was actually just thinking about how ticklish you are, and that I would like to spend our wedding night tickling you until you cry. What do you think?"

!!!!!

Adachi's eyes widened and he trembled in Kurosawa's arms. His foot missed the beat and he stumbled, but Kurosawa helped him back in position with his steady grip as he continued to lead the dance.

"W-what are you saying!" Adachi hissed. He quickly turned his head to look at the people but remembered he couldn't see their faces in the dark.

"Don't worry. They can't hear us. Just like you can't hear my thoughts, so I'll tell you..." Kurosawa's fingers on Adachi's body moved again, tickling him very subtly and making him squirm.

"...Dancing here with you right now, I couldn't help but think that this is another one of those moments between us which I'd like to treasure forever. Just like our first meeting, and the moment when you said you loved me. And also, the moment when I tickled you the first time, and heard your beautiful laugh."

Adachi was losing his mind. They were talking too much! He couldn't concentrate on the dance! More importantly, Kurosawa what the hell! What was he saying! He felt his ears and cheeks burning and his legs trembled more with each word Kurosawa spoke.

"Then, I thought... That I'd really like to tickle you again, and not only just a little but... A lot, actually. Will you let me, tonight?"

"D-d-don't say such- ah!" Adachi stumbled again, but Kurosawa's firm grip was enough to keep him upright, and to keep the dance going. By now, Adachi seemed like a silly doll with Kurosawa controlling his movements, guiding him smoothly and successfully completing every dance step.

Adachi could also vaguely register that the music was almost ending. "Will you?" Kurosawa asked, with this warm, intense look in his eyes.

"I... I, eh..." Adachi mumbled, blushing like crazy. "Y-yes, i-if that's what you want..."

The most beautiful smile appeared on Kurosawa's face. "That's a relief. I promise it'll be a wedding night we'll never forget."

With that, the music ended, and Kurosawa released Adachi so they could both bow and welcome the others to the dance floor. The spot Kurosawa had been holding and tickling lightly still felt all sensitive and tingly, and Adachi was out of breath even though the dance had only been minimally tiring.

"Good dance. What were you two talking about, though?" Adachi looked to his side at Tsuge who stood by his side now. Holding his hand was his younger lover, Minato.

"What? Uh... nothing much," Adachi said, still flustered.

"Thank you," Kurosawa said to Tsuge as he stood next to Adachi again, his arm sliding around him and his hand returning to that ticklish spot. Adachi tensed up, but when Kurosawa didn't tickle him, he relaxed again.

"We were feeling a little nervous during that dance. So talking to each other helped us perform better. Right?" Kurosawa explained, and he smiled at Adachi.

"I see. Well, it was a beautiful dance," Tsuge said before he got dragged along by Minato so they could dance as well.

The moment it was just them again. Kurosawa leaned closer and made Adachi's ear tickle with the words: "Did you think I would tickle you again, just now? Don't you worry, I'm saving it for tonight."

There was no time to answer that. They were joined by more friends and family, and all Adachi could do was look forward to their wedding night which was surely going to be filled with so much love, passion and.... tickling?!

[aroreiel]

Another Eddie inspired POV/short fic (not connected to the first one I posted). Initially inspired by the gif below, which then took over my mind and I ran somewhere a bit OTT with it. It's not been proof read so I'm sorry if there's any errors.

It's also my first attempt at getting a little smutty. Not sure about what warnings to put on but here it goes:

18+ (Minors DNI!) Unprotected. PinV, oral (reader giving), bit of swearing. Think I could've pushed it further but heyho, maybe another time. ☺

Eddie Munson x Reader

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To say the night wasn't intense was the understatement of a lifetime. You'd always felt a tension between you and Eddie, brewing under the surface. But tonight was different. Something had changed. You both snapped. What had initially had been harmless sparring and flirtation now turned into full on make out, which turned into leaving the gig early and going back to his place and helping him redecorate every room in his trailer. As you later discovered, you didn't even need to leave his bed to do that.

All inhibitions were lost. From the outside it looked like a very localised earthquake. From inside it was a full on possession, with positions that would've made a contortionist blush. You were devouring each other, fighting for control. Neither one of you was going to give up until the possession was complete. Every moan, every ragged breath and screaming of names echoed through the thin walls. "Oh, god. Fuck." You were both so consumed with each other that you didn't even notice the shaking and crashing and cracking around you. The signed and framed Dio poster, a glass on the bedside table...his treasured warlock guitar, hitting the floor with a tuneless clang. The lights buzzed and flickered around you to the rhythm of your movements.

You didn't care. Your senses were elsewhere, you weren't even in the room now. Another round and Eddie had taken control this time, and you were reluctantly welcoming it. You now felt every bite as he left a trail of tell-tale marks on your skin. Felt every grip of his fingers as he buried them deep into your flesh, his cold rings feeling like ice on heat as you push into them to go deeper. He obliged, pinning you down. You felt every flick of his tongue as it languished over your sensitive bud, causing you to make the most unholiest of moans. Then moving on, screaming his name as every swollen inch of him buried deep into your core over and over. Every part of you was on fire. Shaking. Barely gasping for air. "Eddie please." You were losing your mind, you needed to get back control...as soon as this current orgasm washed over you and he fills you up. "Fuck baby. Taking me so good." As he now reached his end, your legs instinctively wrapping around him tighter than a boa constrictor, making sure you didn't lose a single drop. Both of you were now breathless and ragged. Eddie whispered, teased into your ear his ownership. "Fuck, I got you now. Can't believe it took this long to get you here, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. Now it was your turn. You were gonna end this and suck the life right out of him.

Almost immediately and without a word you kicked him with your heel like you were ready to giddy him up, and with your last reserves you flipped him over and pinned him down, staring intensely into his hungry eyes. "Eddie? Shut up and keep still. I'm thirsty." You began with his luscious, warm lips as your mouths clashed together in a frenzy of tastes, both trying to regain control of the other again. Not this time. Your swollen lips then left his and began trailing down down his taut body, branding him as he did you, tasting every bead off sweat, stopping only briefly to worship each tattoo with your tongue and then continue your journey south. God, he tasted delicious. "Baby..." escaped his lips. His muscles tensed under each flick and kiss, as your hands now left his and slid their way down his skin with you. You finally reached the peak and it was glorious, already moving into position, ready and waiting for you again. God, he was impressive. "Don't you dare..." he couldn't finish his sentence as, wasting no time on his words, you began your assault. Gripping onto his waist to keep yourself steady you got to work in your last attempt to take him out. You look up, giving him one last glance at his helplessness as your mouth started sensual and slow, tongue teasing, then quickly building the pace faster with each ragged breath Eddie made, each push of his hips going deeper into your mouth, making you take all of him. You felt his hands gently stroking and entwining through your hair, gripping tighter and tighter until it almost hurt. It spurred you on. "Just like that, princess...Oh god I'm..." Faster you teased until with his breathless moans Eddie reached his release, all for you. The taste was so sweet as you lapped it up. A smile spread across your face and you looked up and caught his dark gaze. They were glazed over. You were both satisfied, you were both done. He lifted you up next to him and you both lay beside each other, arms and legs entwined, bodies sticking to each other, exhausted. Neither one of you could speak right now.

You wrapped your fingers through his now, messy, dark locks and your mind drifted. What felt like forever, you both lay there in silence, save for an low buzzing sound in the room. Finally, Eddie broke the stillness.

"Jesus christ...that was just...shit, what came over us. You were like a woman possessed."

You craned your head up to his ear and in a low, satisfied tone you whispered "Well...that's because I had the devil in me, Eddie. I weren't gonna let him win." Following your response you flicked your tongue off of his earlobe, teasing your victory.

Hearing those words dripped like honey, and a devilish grin spread across his face. "I think this devil will be persistent, baby."

"Eddie no!" you screamed out as he suddenly grabbed your entire body and, with the cheekiest laugh you'd ever heard from him, and legs flailing everywhere, he rolled you both across the rest of the now crooked bed, nibbling your neck along way. Then the floor broke your fall with a thud. Well, Eddie broke your fall as you ended up on top of him. He winced in pain through a strained, cute little chuckle. "Ow...Well, shit, that wasn't well thought out."

"Oh poor baby." You giggled mockingly, then delicately placed your lips on his, as you both now fell into each other's soft kisses. Eddie's hands cupped your face and pulled you further in as you both became more absorbed again...

Until a crash broke your lips free and your bodies scrambled up to see what had happened. The evidence presented itself directly in front of you. A broken mirror, clearly hanging by a thread, now lay splintered on the floor. Your eyes wide then carefully surveyed the other damage that lay around you both. The framed poster, the guitar, the glass, bottles, boxes all on the floor. The bed, a louder humming from the now glaring lights. Yours and Eddie's clothes.

"Fuck, I can't wait to see what the rest of the trailer looks like." Eddie with his now shit-eating grin knew it would be worse. "Worth it."

[midnightlazule]

{NSFW} Sweat [Law x AMAB!reader] (2023 KT)

Summary | The captain has his eyes on you after you get done working out with Shachi and Penguin, what'll happen when he decides to join you for a shower?

CW | AMAB reader / no reader pronouns used / oral (reader receiving) / Law has a sweat kink

"Damn dude, I think you've done enough, you look ready to pass out" Penguin laughed, watching as you completed a few more sets of of barbell squats. Your legs felt ready to give out, and your back was positively aching, but it was the good kind of ache. You loved the feeling of over-doing it with your body, feeling that stretch and burn as you pushed your limits.

Setting the weighted barbell down with a loud clank, you stretched your back, letting out a deep breath. Relishing the ache that throbbed dully, you looked at both men who were giggling like schoolgirls watching you flex.

"You could lift up Bepo at this point" Shachi giggled, earning a small slap on his shoulder from Penguin, "you know he'll get upset if he hears you say that, Bepo is sensitive about that shit remember?" Penguin scolded his friend, rolling his eyes he smiled back at you.

"Anyways, nice work, been awhile since we managed to convince you to come work out with us" he smiled, "work out or slack off?" you chuckled. "You know Law wont be happy to see us three not doing our jobs, and keeping our physique in check isn't what he told us to do." Penguin shrugged, figuring if they got in trouble for it then so be it.

"Well, I don't think he'll figure out anytime soon, he's been off on important business since this morning" he said, scratching at his face, "besides, it's not like he tasked us with much to do today." you hummed, looking at him, "and did you get anything done?" crossing your arms you watched the two give each other a look.

"Well- no"

You couldn't help but snort, shaking your head at the two "I'm going to go shower, good luck to the both of you, better hope Law doesn't give you an ass whoopin" you joked. "As if he would" Shachi scoffed and shook his hand dismissively, "the most he'll do is shove us on bathroom duty for a month" Penguin knocked Shachi over the head, "bathroom duty sucks dude, I'd rather get my ass beat then clean those toilets..." he sighed.

The two bickered as you walked out, spotting the man you had just mentioned not even minutes ago leaning against the wall, adjacent to the door. "Captain" you nodded to him in a respective manner, his yellow eyes watched you. "Have fun with your important business?" you questioned.

"No" his reply was short and simple, pushing himself off the wall, he crossed his arms. "How long have you been in there?" he asked, looking at your glistening body. You had your boiler suit hanging around your waist, white tank top almost drenched in sweat.

You shrugged, "couple hours with Shachi and Penguin, they begged me to work out with them while they slacked off" you chuckled, not at all worried that you had just thrown the two men under the bus. Law would've figured out sooner or later, and the most they'd do was complain that you were a traitor for a few hours.

Law hummed, uncrossing his arms, he walked past you, placing his hand on the door handle. You took this a sign to leave, knowing he'd have a talk with the two about not doing their job. "Well, I'll catch ya later cap, I'm going to go clean myself off" you waved, watching as he vanished into the room.

You heard the screams of the two men, high pitched and girl-like you couldn't help but snicker.

The walk to the shower room was uncomfortable, your balls were pretty much sticking to your thighs and the feeling of being drenched was overall disgusting. You sometimes wished you had your own private bathroom like Law, the thought of being able to take showers alone and privately sounded like bliss.

Not that showering with other men was a problem, you just preferred the peacefulness of not hearing them make fun of their dick sizes or how hairy their ass cracks were. It wasn't a competition.

Making it to the shower room, you didn't hear any running water or obnoxious laughter.

Lucky you.

Pulling off your sweat stained clothes, you shivered at the sudden cold. No matter how warm it was in the Polar Tang, it was always unbearably cold in the shower room. Throwing your clothes off to the side, you wrinkled your nose at the smell. A good few hours worth of sweat buildup was never going to smell great.

The sound of the door shutting and locking behind you startled you, turning to see who it was, you were met with Law undressing. You watched him with a raised eyebrow, unsure of why he was here or why he was using the shower room. He never came in here, having his own personal bathing quarters he didn't need to.

Watching him remove the last of his clothing, you sucked in a breath, you had never seen the man fully naked before. Each time he had you in his room, he never removed all of his clothes, opting to keep his pants on while he used you. Feeling embarrassed you turned around and reached for on of the towels to cover yourself with.

Law reached out and snatched your wrist, twisting you around to face him he shoved you against the wall. "Don't make a noise, understand?" Law growled, watching your face contort from surprise to confusion, "Law, wait, I'm all sweaty, I should at least-" Law grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing your head to the side.

Pressing his body against you to keep you still, Law pressed his nose into your neck and inhaled your scent. Eyes rolling to the back of his head his lids fluttered closed, he couldn't help himself, you smelled divine. Your scent was musky, with a hint of your usual body wash, it filled his nostrils to the point where he could taste it. Fuck.

Sealing his lips against your collarbone, he suckled at the damp flesh, moaning as he tasted your salty skin. Pushing his body against yours, he could feel your hardened cock prodding against his abdomen.

"Keep quiet, you make a noise and I'll stop" Law dropped to his knees, sitting on the back of his heels he grabbed your cock in a tight grip. Whimpering, you watched him with lidded eyes, trying to keep your breathing under control.

Licking a long strip up your shaft, you sucked in a breath, trying your best to not make a noise. Law wasted no time wrapping his lips around your cock, enjoying the salty taste and dank smell. It was perfect.

Law sucked you off with eagerness, watching as you struggled to keep silent. Your hips bucked forward against him as he worked his tongue over your tip. Grabbing your hips, Law took you in all the way, his nose pressing against the base of your abdomen.

A pathetic moan was ripped from your throat, but law refused to stop regardless of what he said earlier. Nestling his nose against your pubic hair, he inhaled deeply.

Fuck, he didn't understand why you smelt so good, why any of your dank, musky scent smelt so enticing.

Too entranced in his own thoughts, Law paid no attention to your whining gasps, or the way you whimpered about being close. Grabbing a fist full of his hair, you gave up trying to keep yourself composed.

Bringing your hips back, you rammed your cock back down his throat, paying no mind to the glare he was giving you. Fucking into his face brought you even closer to the edge, leaning forwards you groaned out, shoving Laws head against your pelvis while you shot cum into the back of his throat.

Gagging, Law dug his nails into your thighs as he tried to push himself away, feeling your hands finally release his head, he pulled away, Coughing and retching, he took a moment to regain control of his gag reflex, hearing your heavy, breathless gasps as you slumped against the shower wall.

"I'm sorry" you looked down at Law, watching his body tremble from nearly vomiting. He turned to look at you, a scowl on his face. "Take your fucking shower, then get your ass to my room" he growled, getting up from his spot.

Watching him get dressed and leave, you sighed.

This shower would bring no peace after all.

[smokingtomas]

An Indecent Haste

Ch. 2 of An Indecent Encounter

AO3

A/n: I still can’t think of Kenshi a normal amount. expect a third chapter, but don’t ask me when lol. i hope you’ll enjoy this tho! s/o to my beta @cryinginthebackseat​ i love u forever.

Warning: this fic literally begins with a more explicit smut. you’ve been warned.

(gif by: @halfwayriight​)

The spark between you and him was quite obvious– you both almost didn't make it inside as you grabbed him along with you to land on the backseat of your car. Even the door couldn’t almost be shut with his mouth hot and heavy over yours. The urgency was clearly felt the second his tongue explored your mouth once more, and you welcomed him with a pull of his suit before letting it loose.

As you undid the button of his maroon shirt, he drove you into the corner of the backseat to feel you properly this time– a hand gave your breast a gentle squeeze that elicited a moan, and it didn't stop there as you sent his shirt flying somewhere in your car.

"What is it?" Kenshi called you out, not realizing you just mouthed 'wow' silently.

"Oh, you know, it's just–" You rose up, making him shift into a sitting position before you straddled him, "Guys with tattoos are my biggest turn on."

He looked far too pleased with your statement, but he didn't stop kissing you, "Well, maybe you would sleep with strangers like me after all."

You raised an eyebrow teasefuly, "Strangers like you, huh?"

"Unless the fact that I am a yakuza scares you."

You grinded on him, only taking your lips off him to say, "Well, if you wanted to cut me and sell my organs, you would've done it by now."

"We don't hurt people on purpose, although…" His raspy tone sent you on the edge as skilled fingers unbuttoned your shirt once again, "I'd like to hear you scream my name."

You gulped– shit.

The lust pooling on your mind was inexplicable that your tongue became untamed inside his mouth. You bit, nipped, pulled his bottom lip, arms getting tighter around his neck with his palm grazing the skin of your back. Next thing you know, your bra was discarded somewhere when he urged you to lay on your back.

You found yourself panting– the car's heat really contributed to the fire inside your chest, and with Kenshi's mouth teasing your bare belly, you didn't realize he had swiftly pulled down your skirt until he spread your leg onto his face.

And there you were– completely bare yourself to a man you barely knew, but Kenshi's mouth finally found where you desire him the most and you couldn't contain yourself. His gentle, persistent tongue lapped on you and you writhe with no mercy at the sensation.

Your heart was palpitating. Your body begged for release. You bucked, squeezed your own breast in the hope for some, but Kenshi caught you in the act and restrained your hand while continuing his sweet, sweet torture down low.

The more you resist, the tighter his hand around your wrist– and you love it. You knew he enjoyed making you fight against his face with how deep he buried his face on you.

"Shit… I'm coming." You really couldn't hold back.

At his final suction, a vision of stars appeared as you tilt your head way back. No, you didn't care when your head bumped the car door as you called his name repeatedly, and frankly, you craved for some more already.

But the plan in your mind was better– there was no way you would let him have his way with you.

So you got up, wiped the satisfied grin off his face by crashing your lips on his, loving the taste of yourself on him as you pushed him until his back hit the backrest.

"You know payback's a bitch, right?"

"And what does that make you?"

Fucking smartass , "I'm the bitch."

You zip down his trousers to the ground and proceed to put him inside your mouth, and the last thing you saw was him, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair. A groan rang in your ear.

The sight was beholding, to say the least. You didn't think he noticed your grin in such a position where his head was rolled way back, but you kept working your way around him, bobbing up and down, tongue swirling until he had your hair in his grip to force you deeper.

A few more gags out of you and he pulled you out of him, forcing you to meet his lips by the hair so that he could hover you as if he was the predator and you were the prey.

In this position where your spread legs trapped him, you could feel how his glistening skin collided with yours and made you very much aware that both of you were completely clotheless.

All it took for him to get inside you was a little nudge with your feet and there he was– making you moan his name with a few effective, delicious movements. It got you so high you let one important thing slip out of your mind.

"Fuck," Kenshi pulled out and jerked you with a tiny disappointment, "We need a condom."

Damn– no wonder it felt way too good.

"Shit," you hastily reached into one of the compartments of your car and your hand got a live one, "Here."

"I have to commend you for your sense of preparation." He said as he tore up the foil and put the rubber on himself.

"I sensed a real hot guy looking for an ancient sword that I wanna get on with would walk into a bar today. What can you do?" You joked.

"Well, it takes one to know one."

"So are we doing this, or do you wanna keep talking?"

He chuckled, "Less talking, more sex?"

"More like, no talking, more fucking."

"Yes, ma'am."

So he dipped himself into you once again, and it felt like you could never get used to how he felt inside of you– he felt good, full, and it took you sky high. From the confined space, a merging of sweaty skin and two bodies, it all assisted to the burning heat within every push.

He trapped you by the shoulder and you let out a desperate sigh every time he pumped. Thank god your window was dark enough that it was private enough for a coitus, but who the hell cares what passersby would think seeing a car quaking so heavily.

Kenshi pulled you up and you knew instantly what he wanted, so you landed another passionate lip-lock as you mounted him. You didn't stop toying with his hair, not even when you slowly ease yourself onto him, which earned you an exasperated sigh and a squeeze on your hips.

You couldn't help the curse words flying out, especially when he was pushing you up and down, back and forth, tossing and turning you until it felt hazy– almost blurry with your head tilted way up.

And just when you thought you couldn't lose your mind more, his hands slid up your torso to cup and brought your tits to his mouth.

"Stop…" you mewl, "or else I'm gonna…"

And for the second time, you finished your sentence with a cry of his name, followed by a series of desperate moans. Holding you in place, he kept his thrusts steady to give you the release you'd been aching for.

And as you slowly collapsed in his arms, he flipped you while you were still trembling and forced you to get on all fours.

"You know I'm not done with you yet, right?"

His tone dripped with a pledge of long, rough sex ahead. You bite your lip with anticipation of more fogged up windows, lathery skin, and earth-shattering sways kind of thoughts of his body on yours.

And you have never been more ready.

"Not soon, I hope."

/

You both agreed that the two steamy sessions of humping really worked up an appetite, so there you were with him– in an In-N-Out parking lot, clothes were haphazardly buttoned, unruly hair, with double-doubles ordered from the drive-thru in your hands.

"Do you really enjoy these that much?"

When Kenshi questioned your taste bud, you hissed before you took a sip of your strawberry milkshake, "It's L.A pride, and my first cheat meal in a month. Back off."

"Fair enough. Thank you for dinner, though."

You swung your hands in response, "No big deal, you did buy the drinks earlier."

Sitting on the driver's seat, you caught him stealing some glances at you. He was eating his burger at a fairly moderate pace, while you had been taking chunky bites every 5 seconds.

"What? Is me enjoying my greasy meal a god awful sight to you?" You spread your greasy fingers in annoyance in the air.

He shook his head, "On the contrary, how could you mouth that burger like a little dinosaur and still be attractive?"

You rolled your eyes as you wiped your lips– he really was cheesier than the burger, "You only said that because that's where your dick has been."

He gave you an approving shrug, "Maybe."

"So, you're a Yakuza, huh? How's that working out for you?" You attempted to create a diversion from his cheese festival, maybe your catty remark wasn't enough.

"A quitting Yakuza, actually." He remarked as he grabbed a couple of fries.

"Why?"

You were a tad worried asking this could be stepping over the line– like you could get shot the minute you ask shit about Yakuza business, but Kenshi sounded like he had gotten used to the question, "I detest the corrupt life of it. Although some habits do die hard."

"Is it possible to quit?" You were actually curious.

"A complicated process, but I've seen people do it. Maybe it will be a bit more challenging on my end being a Takahashi."

"Why is that?"

He snorted in amusement, "You’re one inquisitive being, aren't you?"

"Well, I mean I've never spoken to a Yakuza before. Let alone fool around with one," You admitted, crumpling the burger wrapper and setting it aside, "You don't have to tell me if you've signed an NDA or something."

"I will if you tell me your name."

You chortled– who’d been inquisitive just now, "Why is it so important to you, anyway?"

"Well, you know mine, know my family name too. You completely have the upper hand on me." He sipped on the milkshake in your hand, almost too alluring for you, "If we had had sex three times, would you have told me?"

"Maybe." You teased him.

Kenshi made a suggestive face at you, signaling the empty seat in the back. You let out a giggle– you'd just realize he had quite a sense of humor. Maybe you really wanted the dick back then that this fact just passed you by.

"Can I ask now?"

You nodded quickly.

"Why did you agree to take me to Johnny Cage?"

He must have noticed the pause you took– he never took his eyes off you, "If I told you that it's to take my underwear back, would you believe me?"

He chuckled, "You didn't even believe in yourself when you said that."

"Fine." You acknowledged that response, shifted your seating position to face him, "I want you to kick Johnny's ass."

"Huh, I thought being a martial artist means you could do it yourself."

"Oh, I have, alright." You nodded profoundly, "But it didn't compare to what he had done."

"Care enough to tell me?"

"Maybe a story for another day." You refused– maybe it was the sheer embarrassment or the fear that you were getting more acquainted than you would like with Kenshi.

"Oh, so there will be another day?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck . You knew he tried to entice you into an inglorious territory– and as tempting as it is, you only knew a way to respond, "Well, consider yourself lucky if you never see me again."

A lesser man would have agreed, but out of your expectation, he boasted, "Well, consider yourself very lucky because you will see me again."

At that, you cackled, "Do you really have to be so cocky?"

"I'm merely confident I'll get out of Johnny Cage's house alive. Because then I'd be able to go straight to round three with my chaperone."

That sneaky wink of his actually cracked you up, and something dawned on you like a skyfall.

Shit, maybe you had met your match– no, not like soulmate crap you hardly believe, more like how you looked in the mirror and saw a reflection of you.

This time, though, it was in the form of a man– a man whose lit up brown eyes and cheeky beams were powerful enough to drive you to a state of internal panic.

And as you were gazing at him, you were recovering from the tectonic– some alien thoughts that this could be something. But all he would see was you, slowly shaking your head at his illogical charm.

"You're a dangerous one, Takahashi."

/

You flirted slash bullshitting your way into Johnny's household. You were lucky tonight's guard was an easy target. Even when you were with Johnny, this sleazebag had been wanting to get with you.

You had worked with Johnny for a movie where you acted as his co-star’s stunt double. He’d been strumming with you in-between takes, so of course you’d play along his less-than-innocent banters. Unfortunately, you two had gotten too comfy.

That was why you were gonna try to keep this one within an arm’s distance– as charming as he was.

And it turned out telling the guard that Kenshi was your closeted gay cousin worked. You were so sure that he tried to keep a straight face the whole time that when both of you passed the guard, he threw you that 'what the fuck was that?' look.

"I got you in one piece, didn't I?" You told him, "Stop being a bitch and just follow my lead."

"Well, that is true," He nodded, "and for that, I thank you."

"I can safely say that no other one-night-stands would do this for you, and you have to agree." Your tone was asserting.

"Yes, I know.” He professed dismissively, “so, where is Cage's house?"

"There," You pointed to the only white house in the block, "He should be away. He takes thirsty Thursday too seriously."

"Duly noted."

"And I'll be coming with you."

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," Kenshi denied your request, "You should leave immediately"

"What? I came all the way here just to flirt with the guards?" You didn't try to hide the disappointment– you agreed to take him for the thrill only for that to be stripped away from you.

"You know it won't look too good when his ex-girlfriend is caught on security camera aiding her new boyfriend to steal a precious item, would it?"

You could swear that the 'new boyfriend' remark got your belly all itchy– nope, absolutely not butterflies, just baby worms. You really didn't know how he could say shit like that and expected to get a normal reaction.

"Are you always this weird?" Your brows furrowed, "We just met 3 hours ago."

"And somehow we managed to have sex twice already."

Damn it, he was right– blame your raging horniness towards him.

"Man, you're lucky you're smoking hot." You said bluntly, "Fine. I'll wait here for an hour."

"If I don't come back in an hour, you leave."

"Deal."

As you watched his moving figure, you wondered if he'd come back. A lot of questions popped up– what would happen if he did? What would happen if he didn't?

Maybe you hated the way you get along so well with Takahashi Kenshi– the only one that could jest up with your banters with his hilariously witty, cocky way. Maybe you hated the way he made you laugh over the most irrelevant thing– even during sex!

How fun would it be to mess up with him once again? To keep him on his toes.

"Hey, Takahashi." You bent down to slide your underwear down before throwing it his way, "Did you know you had my name in your pocket the whole time?"

"What? How so?" He caught the black lace with a hand effortlessly.

Seemed like you had successfully gotten his attention, "I named the tags in all my underwear."

He scoffed, shook his head in disbelief. But when he brought the black lace to his face and inhaled it like it was fresh air, your jaw dropped. It wasn’t like you’d never seen guys sniffing panties before, but Kenshi did it shamelessly as if you’d known each other longer.

And fuck– you were down bad for this man.

"You better get ready for thirds." He winked at you.

The last thing you saw was him, breathing your name as he turned away. The things running through your mind were wild– things you would do to him once he returned. Where you would run your hands and mouth on his perfect figure. Somewhere inside the tiniest space in your brain, you’d think that he might be having nasty thoughts as well.

But those expectations crashed after an hour and a half– he hadn’t shown up. Though you were more surprised at your own feelings that you didn't feel so lucky.

//

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

9 for sashmiranetra-blayze

Mirage's manicure is the real victim here.

She's bitten her nails to the quick, and would've kept going if Sasha hadn't taken her hands to hold them in her own.

The silence is heavy with pressing questions. Anetra keeps shifting to find a better position in the cramped bathroom floor, hugging his legs to his chest, his backpack uncomfortably lodged between his back and the tub. He went straight to Mirage's house from school as soon as he got the text, racing through town with Sasha on the back of his motorcycle.

"How long has it been?" Mirage asks, repeatedly tapping the opposite wall with her outstretched leg.

Sasha checks her phone.

"One minute. So-"

"Three more."

"Three more."

The chorus that happens whenever Sasha and Anetra talk at the same time is normally endearing to Mirage, but right now everything is irritating. She buries her face between her arms, crossed over her knees, and waits for the small eternity to pass.

She presses her eyes so hard she sees blue spots. Mirage doesn't talk to her family's God anymore, but the gold cross still hangs from her neck. She holds it in her fist now, hard enough to hurts her palm, and does a poor job of praying. No saints, no virgins. Just a constant loop of please, please, please, please help me.

Even with her eyes cast down, Mirage can hear the silent conversation going on between the other two.

"Do you know which-"

"Your guess is as good as mine, Sasha."

She tries to rip her hand from Sasha's hold, but the girl doesn't budge, and after a moment, Mirage gives in and deflates against the wall. Anger is easy, but comfort is better, so she lets herself fall on Sasha's shoulder, and before she knows it she's staining her white uniform shirt with mascara and snot.

"Oh, baby..."

Mirage hears Anetra grunt and shuffle across the floor, and a moment later she's engulfed in the warmest hug, held from both sides.

"My parents are gonna kill me," she sobs. "And then they're gonna kill you! What am I gonna do? We don't even know whose kid this is."

She barely gets that out before she starts sobbing as she realizes the many, many things she will have to confess to her parents. Mom, dad, I got pregnant by one of my best friends, and it's anyone's guess which one did it. Also one's a girl, surprise, I'm bi. And we're not even dating.

Mirage cries and cries until she's out of tears and just sits whimpering between Sasha and Anetra. They both hold Mirage as she cries, strong, young, and as terrified as herself, she knows, no matter how well they try to hide it.

"Well..." Anetra starts softly. "It doesn't really matter. Does it?" he asks, and Mirage lifts her face to look at him. "I don't think it would matter to me. If it's Sasha's instead of mine, I would- I mean, if you're both okay with it, I'd still want to... be here."

"Are you kidding?" Mirage cries, wiping her face with her hands and trying to sit up to hug his neck. "Neesh, I can't do it without you."

"You don't have to, ever."

He takes her by the waist and Mirage kisses his face, then slides onto his lap. She pulls Sasha by the hand even closer, although they barely fit in the room. She looks at her in question.

Something shifts inside of Sasha. She nods, almost imperceptibly, almost to herself. She holds Mirage's face and wipes off the tears.

"We're together, Mirage," she says firmly.

It's a complete one-eighty from the wishy-washy tone of the last few months, and the vague answers she would give whenever Mirage got frustrated enough to ask why they could all fall into bed together but not give a name to what they were doing.

Mirage smiles in spite of the tears. That's the Sasha she fell in love with, who makes everything seem ten times less scary just by keeping her head high and her voice steady.

Mirage leans back and brings Sasha with her, so they're both resting on the solid presence of their not-boyfriend-but-maybe-coparent.

A quiet beeping lets them know it's time.

"I'm still scared..." Mirage says, taking her nail between her teeth again.

"I'm scared too," Sasha admits in a whisper. Anetra nods again. "But- but, whatever happens, we can do it. Together."

Mirage takes her hand out of her mouth and wipes it on her skirt. She stands up clumsily, followed by the other two, who stand behind her.

She picks up the test.

[ky-randomshitposting]

yall get a MacDoc oneshot, context is Macgyver got kidnapped and tortured for like 5 months and Murdoc found him, this is far from done and not extremely proof read so don't mind mistakes

Mac's body absolutely ached, it had been months since he was captured and they tortured him daily, each day was something different, they assumed he would break eventually and tell them everything they wanted to know about the phoenix, but no matter what they did, or how painful it was mentally or physically, he never spoke anything more than a scream or some type of taunt.

When they realized he wasn't going to break they dumped him in the forest. The second Mac heard them leave he collapsed, right as his consciousness faded he heard a twig snap near him, all he hoped was he wasn't going to wake up back there, but he couldn't be bothered to keep his eyes open any longer, he needed the rest he had been deprived of, no matter what.

Mac shot up into a sitting position, panting as his mind raced, his eyes tried to adjust to his surroundings, taking a moment to process the pain he was in, he felt the softness of the bed under him and shifted his legs off the edge of the bed, he couldn't recognize where he was, the room was dim only being illuminated by a bedside lamp, and next to him was an iv bag set up properly on a stand and connect to his right arm, whatever it was definitely helped with the pain.

Mac sighed and mumbled "This isn't medical..so where am I?" Right as he completed the sentence the door frame creaked and he looked up only to be met with a familiar face

"Correct, and one of my safehouses" Murdoc said as he leaned and smiled, giving a slight wave at Mac.

Mac tensed and winced "Murdoc..?" Mac rubbed his eyes almost as if he couldn't process his enemy is the one who saved him "The one and only" Murdoc teased as he joined Mac's side, standing next to the bed, his eyes seemingly glancing over Mac to check his condition.

"How are we feeling boyscout?" The sentence almost ended with a hum followed by a slight smile. "Not great.." Mac sounded exhausted.

In all honesty, he felt like he'd been hit by a train, actually the train may have hurt less. Murdoc nodded and his hands reached to mess with the iv bag, after a few moments he seemed content "That should help." he said as he turned his attention back to Mac.

Murdoc slid a hand under Mac's chin and tilted it up inspecting him closely "Murdoc?" Mac was confused but staring into Murdoc's eyes as Murdoc seemingly studied him.

After a moment Mac hadnt noticed Murdoc grab something from his coat jacket until a bright light was in his eyes, he flinched from the suddenness but luckily didn't show any signs of a concussion. Murdoc nodded approvingly.

"Sorry, didn't get to preform that check on you since you were out" Murdoc slipped the flashlight back into his jacket and released Mac's chin.

Mac sighed and rubbed his eyes "Why?" Mac mumbled, returning to look at Murdoc who paused "Checking for a concussion is important? Should I check again I feel like you would know that?" Murdoc slightly tilted his head as he spoke, looking Mac over again for a brief moment.

"Not that, why'd you uh.." Mac paused "What is it?" Murdoc slightly leaned forward twords Mac, looming over him, that chill of nervousness seeping through Mac "Why'd you save me?" Mac leaned back slightly creating a little more distance between him and Murdoc who softly chuckled.

"Well, your dear phoenix team failed to save you, so I did. After all I'm the only one who can kill you remember." Murdoc cooed at he moved to clasp his hands together and his borderline creepy grin returned.

Mac gulped "They would've found me eventually" Mac mumbled, looking away from Murdoc and instead looking down at his legs, dread seeped into the pit of his stomach, he couldn't say he entirely believed what he just said, but he wanted to.

Murdoc frowned "Yeah sure, they would've eventually found you dead in a forest." His tone got a bit snarky near the end.

Mac quickly moved his head up and stared at Murdoc with wide eyes "Don't say that" he sounded somewhat annoyed and hurt.

Murdoc gritted his teeth "Your team failed to save you for 5. Fucking. Months. Don't you look me dead in my eyes and tell me they would've found you alive." He ended the sentence with almost a hiss as he leaned twords Mac by the end he was merely inches away from his face.

"I kept more tabs on you then they ever did, if I hadn't been able to track you down you wouldn't be breathing right now, you gave me more then enough trouble trying to keep you alive do not make me regret it now." Murdoc's hand reached behind Mac's head harshly pulling his hair to force his head back as he spoke.

"Now." Murdoc released his grip and stopped looming "I'm going to go prepare dinner, you're going to rest, end of story." Murdoc was cold, he spent hours fixing up Mac, and now he wanted to say his team would've saved him? Absolutely bullshit.

Murdoc left the room before Mac could respond to him, Mac's left hand slowly reaching up to his hair to sooth the new ache appearing, though he did notice his body hurt a whole lot less now after Murdoc messed with the iv, Mac sighed and laid back down, normally he would try to devise some sort of plan, but he was still completely exhausted from the past five months, so he decided despite the fact it was Murdoc he was dealing with, he'd listen and get some rest.

Mac began to doze off, the lessened pain finally giving him a much needed opportunity to relax, soon his consciousness slipped again, after about an hour he felt something shaking him awake, but he didn't want to wake up yet, then he felt a hand on the side of his neck, Mac let out an annoyed breath.

"Not dead" he mumbled as his eyes finally opened. Murdoc was leaning over him and let out a soft breath and his slight panicked look diminished when Mac finally responded.

Murdoc motioned to the food on the night stand "Dinner is ready." Mac turned to look at the food, slowly sitting up "Thank you, Murdoc.." it felt wrong to not thank the assassin, however it did still feel weird to do so.

Murdoc slightly smiled "Of course boyscout, now eat you need the energy." Murdoc slowly moved the bowl of chicken and rice soup into Mac's hands, who shakily took it.

Murdoc headed to the door but waited in the door way for a moment, studying Mac, Mac didn't notice as he took his first bite of food, which was quite delicious unexpectedly, he hadn't known Murdoc knew how to cook. Right after Mac successfully took a bite of food Murdoc departed down the hallway with a satisfied hum.

Mac had quite missed good quality food, being stuck in that place, only being able to eat a gross combination of food that gave him just enough nutrients to survive was worse than the torture at that point, torture he could withstand somewhat but gross food was a whole other story. Mac finished his soup quite quickly, he didn't know why he trusted Murdoc not to poison him right now, he figured since he had went through all that effort to save him he wouldn't, but he still had not a clue why Murdoc went through all that effort.

Mac stared at the iv in his arm, and the slow realization he had to get back to the phoenix set in, he needed a plan, and quickly, he doubted Murdoc would let him leave easily. Mac pulled the iv out, wincing slightly as he did, he went to stand but as he did he realized just how painful standing still was even with drugs in his system, he collapsed to the floor with a loud thump, panicking knowing he most certainly just alerted Murdoc, who he could hear softly approaching.

Mac wanted to try and hide, but his body ached so much he just stayed there, on his knees, in front of the bed, right where he just fell, and moments later Murdoc was crouched next to him.

"Angus..?" Murdoc sounded oddly soft and comforting, gently rubbing Mac's back, seemingly dodging the wounds he knew were back there.

Mac slowly turned to look at Murdoc, hesitating as he did "Sorry.." an apology was all he could think of to say, in hopes Murdoc wouldn't lose his temper with him.

Murdoc sighed gently shaking his head and laughed "Boyscout you really shouldn't try to escape before you can walk you know, as much as I enjoy chasing you, you aren't gonna put up much of a fight." He teased.

Mac let out a slight huff and rolled his eyes, Murdoc slowly helped Mac back onto the bed, his eyes glancing to the blood slowly trickling down Mac's arm, he sighed and left the room momentarily returning with a bandaid and a damp cloth. He crouched down next to the bed and cleaned the blood away, applying some pressure to the open wound to make sure it stopped bleeding.

Mac slightly winced "I know boyscout, but you did this to yourself." Murdoc continued to focus while Mac mumbled something unidentifiable.

Soon the bleeding had stopped and Murdoc placed a bandaid over it, he looked up at Mac "All done." he had a slight smile as he stood up.

Exiting the room to dispose of the cloth into a hamper and then returning with a bottle of medication and a cup of ice water. "Now I don't really want to fight to put that back in your arm, so we're switching over to pain medication." He placed the items on the night stand next to Mac, who had his left arm draped over his eyes not acknowledging Murdoc it seemed.

Murdoc raised an eyebrow before poking Mac in the shoulder "Boyscout..?" Mac grumbled and rolled over facing away from Murdoc, apparently the blond had already fallen back asleep.

[the-final-sif]

Finally, c!Drunz like we all deserve.

Dream felt a hand gently touching his shoulder, it was a light push, just enough to rouse him before an instant retreat. A familiar gesture, but this time, a comforting one.

Or, well, the person was comforting. Their presence in this moment was concerning. Still, his body was too tired to provide him with any kind of panic. Not when it recognized those hands.

Dream groaned softly. His headache wasn't quite gone, but his ears did feel better. He could at least turn his head with only a moderate stab of pain.

Slowly, he roused himself, pushing himself upward and rubbing at his eyes before properly taking in Punz in front of him. The bedside lamp was still off, but Punz had a small redstone lantern that lit up enough for both of them to see.

Taking a quick sniff, Dream determined that Punz wasn't hurt. That was good. It didn't explain what he was doing there though.

Punz waited for Dream to settle in an upright position before carefully moving to tap his communicator in an obvious signal.

Rather than grab his own communicator, Dream checked the time and tested his hearing. It'd only been a few hours since his ear drops. And his ears felt better than they had in days.

"Talk. I think I'll be able to hear you. Just, slow."

Punz nodded, and thankfully raised the light just a bit so his lips could be clearly made out.

"Sam's asleep, I've got invis if I need it. Needed to make sure you were okay."

The unspoken 'because of what happened last time' was loud and clear, regardless of Dream's hearing issues.

As much as Dream wanted to be annoyed, one look at the dark circles under Punz's eyes quashed those feelings. Guilt prickled at his chest.

Punz had seen almost all of the... aftermath of the prison. Had helped Dream through the worst of it. Dream could hardly fault him for worrying.

"I'm-" and he cut himself off from saying fine, because it would be a lie and lying right now would only put Punz on edge. "I'm recovering well." Better. "Ponk did a good job. If Sam was going to try something, he would've done it when I was weaker. My ears are getting better. Ponk should be back in a few days."

While Punz didn't look entirely convinced, he still nodded, before reaching out a hand in a silent request. One Dream didn't mind complying with.

Dream shuffled out from under the blankets. He was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, so there wasn't a need for him to remove anything. He gave a single instruction before letting his eyes slip shut, "Be careful with my ears, they're sore."

He didn't need to look to know Punz would listen. Punz always listened.

Gentle hands reached out, starting with Dream's fingers and working slowly towards his shoulder. Checking old wounds and searching carefully for new ones.

When Punz finished with Dream's arms, he moved on to his shoulders, lifting his shirt carefully to check for anything new, making his way down in a familiar motion.

Dream's legs were new, at least in this state. That was evident in how Punz's movements got hesitant once he reached fur. Still, he persisted. Carding his fingers through the soft texture to search for any lingering injuries.

He paused on the left leg, hovering, and Dream answered the unasked question.

"Warden got my leg. Hunters threw a net at me, so it got a hit in. Ponk set it already and it doesn't even hurt anymore."

"Got it." And the inspection continued.

Dream found himself almost drifting off at the familiar and comforting motions. The two of them had built a habit of inspections up after the prison. Dream's own pain threshold had gotten so fucked that he failed to notice infections and new injuries until they escalated to a dangerous degree. Having an outside check prevented that situation.

It took several more minutes for Punz to completely go over Dream's legs, and Dream found himself half asleep. He had to shake himself before tilting his head forward to allow Punz access.

When Punz touched his head, he carefully skirted Dream's neck, instead moving to smooth out the tangles in his hair and gently feel for any sign of blood or trauma.

Dream's ears were moved incredibly gently, it still sent a soft ache through his head, but it was tolerable. He could feel the warmth from the redstone lantern and the soft puffs of breath from Punz as he carefully took in the damage.

Eventually, Dream passed the test. Punz let out a sigh of relief that he felt more than he heard. Then the other man was flopping down on the bed next to him. It was risky, it was stupid, but Dream was too tired to argue. He just let Punz pull him down into a protective embrace.

Punz would be gone when he woke up, Dream knew he would be, and that was fine. Even if Punz wasn't there physically, Dream knew his loyal friend wouldn't be far away, and he knew for a fact Punz wouldn't let anything else happen to him.

For the first time since he got grabbed, Dream felt himself relaxing and falling into a proper sleep, feeling safe enough to let go.