#Rita Writes

[writeroutoftime]

our family

pairing: tyler owens x fem!reader (requested by: @piratejakesgf)

summary: it's the first morning tyler is going back to storm chasing after the birth of your daughter and he finds he needs some reassurances in the nursey.

warnings: none (though not proofread lol)

words: 0.7k

a/n: oh my goodness, thank you for this request!! it was so sweet and fun to write! imagining this man as a father truly made me swoon! please enjoy!! 💕

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The sun slowly began peaking over the skyline - a gentle nudge to those still asleep that morning was soon arriving. Not included in that group was Tyler Owens. Instead, he stood in the baby pink nursey, staring down in the crib at his seven-month-old daughter. His finger stroked over her soft cheek, memorizing every breath she took.

Tyler thought the moment he met and fell for you that his life was changed forever. But it changed all over ago seven months ago when he held his daughter for the first time. It was then that he knew nothing in his life was more important than being there for his two girls.

He could feel the anxiety building in his body the longer he stood and simply watched. Tyler knew that eventually he was going to have to tear himself away from her, from you, and get back out to chasing. And dep down, he truly was excited. To be back with his team, doing what he loved. But it all felt so much more complicated now.

He went through a similar spiral once 'I love you's' were shared between each other. It was so easy to go out in the middle of a damn tornado when there was no one waiting for him. And now there were two people who would be waiting to for him to make it home safely.

So wrapped up in his thoughts, Tyler didn't hear you shuffle into the nursey. It was only when you wrapped your arms around his frame and pressed your cheek against his sturdy back that he found himself relaxing the tiniest bit.

"Morning, darling." he whispered, letting go of the crib railings in favor of grasping your hands with his.

Your response of incoherent mumbles brought a much-needed smile to his face. Carefully, he untangled your limbs and turned you until your sleepy face met his green eyes. He titled his head forward so his forehead could rest against yours, soaking in this quiet moment.

"How you feeling today, cowboy?" you whispered, not wanting to shatter the bubble that encompassed you both.

Tyler sighed and stepped back so he could pull you into his chest. "I, I don't know if I'm being honest." he confessed. "Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to be back out with the team again, but..."

"But?" you prompted, offering Tyler a space to just think and talk with zero judgments.

"But, I also don't want to leave the two of you. I mean what if something happens here while I'm gone? O-or what if something happens to me while I'm out there?"

You took a moment to carefully craft your response. "I can't say that I won't be worried while you're out there. But that's nothing new. I know you're going to do everything in your power to come home to me - to us." you said, your voice firm.

"Of course I will." Tyler vowed

"Well, we'll be waiting for you when you come home. And that'll just mean the reunion is that much sweeter." you told him with a sly smile.

Greedily, you pushed forward until your lips met Tyler's chapped ones. He responded immediately and held you impossibly tighter. The kiss was long and full of passion, both of you expressing everything that couldn't be said. Love, passion, and promises of more early morning kisses to come.

You eventually pull away and swayed slightly in the nursey as Tyler still held you tightly. Though he felt more relaxed, you could tell there was something he was holding back. As gently as you could, you grasped his chin in your fingers and forced him to look at you.

"And, when you come back home, if it still doesn't feel right - we'll figure it out. We're always here for you, whatever it is you're going to do."

Tyler nodded, teeth caught on his lips as he tried to hold back his tears. "What would I do without you both?" he asked with a small laugh. And when he got into his truck and turned back to see you and your daughter waving goodbye to him, he knew he'd make it back to you whatever mother nature threw his way.

[chidorrrita]

・❥・I'm your puppet

You bring up the idea of L using you to distress. He agrees. Absolute filth follows.

: ̗̀➛ l lawliet x gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ cw: smut (pretty obvious), heavy degradation, slight praise, breeding, slapping, slight cum eating, being called pretty little thing and slut, reader is a freak for L

: ̗̀➛ wc: 1000+

: ̗̀➛ a/n: two posts in a week, who would have guessed. anyways please enjoy the degenerate activities here. 

L positions you in the way he wants, pulls you up by your throat, long fingers curling around constricting your breaths, until your body is pressed against his, as his hips snap against the fat of your ass causing a “pap pap” sound to echo throughout your room. 

He’s relentless in his search for pleasure, paying you no mind, as his hand begins to squeeze your throat, the other snakes its way to seize your hip in a bruising grip, and hot pants and low grunts escape his chapped lips as they brush against your ear. Your mind turns to mush, no longer able to distinguish pain and pleasure as it creates a sinful mix tricking you into begging for more. All that comes out is a series of babbles, drool dripping down onto your chest, and L smugly laughs at your pathetic self. Too drunk off this moment to say or do anything as he bends you over, forcing your head into a pillow, to hit that sweet spongy spot inside. You let out a scream of delight as if he understood your pleads, and in return clench around his cock deliciously. He lets out another grunt, deep from within his chest, and smacks your ass letting the sting linger before smacking it again with just as much force. It sends your body jolting forward, too much for your broken mind to handle, and you try to squirm from his grasp, but he drags you back to where you belong. Taking his cock like you were made for this, made to be ruined by him. 

Muffled mewls and a feeble excuse of thrusting yourself back on his dick makes his mind lose focus. Normally crippled by the weight of his cases, L kneels taller now, filled with thoughts of fucking you full. He pulls out, just kissing your hole with his flushed tip, until ramming himself back in, setting a brutal pace on your body. You couldn’t be more delighted. 

It was your idea to help him distress. A method, other than eating a concerning amount of sweets, to relax him. 

You picked at the threads on your sweater as you watched him reach for another stack of macarons after downing two boxes. His fingers danced across his keyboard, quickly typing out a report in some language you can’t discern, before he spots you shyly inching over. 

L stuffs a strawberry macaron in his mouth before asking “woul’ ‘o’ ‘ike o’e” offering you a vanilla one. 

“No it’s okay” you say trying to hide a chuckle bubbling its way out. “I was actually wondering how your job is going.”

He continues to violently chew, “ ‘qui’e ‘ell,” he swallows thickly, “why do you ask?”

“Well,” you peer down to your socks, rubbing your toes against the carpet, “I was just worried if you were stressed. You’ve eaten almost three boxes of those.”

“Sugar keeps the brain awake,” he states matter-of-factly as he goes to grab another one.

Your hand stops his, holding it in place, and he looks up to you slightly confused with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. He’s trying to read you.

“Maybe you should rest a while. Let your brain reset, you know?” His gaze shifts to his laptop. The report is nearly finished, and it has been weeks since he could sleep for more than an hour. He can never fully rest on a job like he can when he’s with you. His mind is plagued by images of known friends and nameless faces calling him, but you keep them at bay. Perhaps resting will do him some good. 

His voice softens to barely a whisper, “that would be good,” until he corrects himself “then I can continue working.”

“I’ll help you distress.”

L starts to get ready for bed, gingerly changing into his pj’s which really only consists of taking off his pants, and begins to slip into bed until he notices your apprehensive self still standing at the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh. Nothing, nothing,” but you still remain at the door.

His eyes squint in suspicion, letting silence question you instead of him. You quickly relent. “I mean… Well I feel bad now.”

More silence.

You sigh, frustrated at the fact your will power breaks so easily for him. “I was going to ask if you wanted to have sex to distress, but then you were actually going to sleep and now-”

“I would very much like to have sex with you.” 

“-I feel like an asshole- wait what?”

“I said I would like to have sex.”

The air in the room turns thick with the smell of sweat and sex cut by your pornagraphic moans, and L’s harsh pants, and the sound of his heavy balls hitting your ass. 

The position he has you in makes him hit even deeper than you could imagine, leaving you incapable of moving let alone thinking, but no need to think. A pretty little thing like you doesn’t need to think when you have L as your lover. He knows what you need is to be a good little slut and take his cum.

Your hoarse voice says “‘is too much. Can’t take it.” between moans, legs shaking underneath L’s thighs.

He accentuates each word with a thrust. “Yes.” “You.” “Can.” forcing the bed frame to hit the wall. 

He bends over your hunched frame, lips leaving sloppy wet kisses against your neck until he reaches your neck and he whispers “be good for me,” and you cum.

Stars dance around the corner of your vision as a soundless scream escapes you, and your hole tightens around L’s cock making him hiss. He drops to his elbows, succumbing to only shallow thrusts until it’s all too much and he cums filling your hole and pushing it back in with his cock. He stays until he softens and falls out, and his eyes fall on your thighs. His cum is smeared across your inner thighs, dripping down between your ass and on to the bed. He scoops it back up and pushes it in, not wanting to waste a single drop, and you moan at the intrusion. 

He takes his cum covered fingers to your parted lips, already familiar with routine, and you wrap them around his fingers, tongue swirling to get every last bit. You release them with a ‘pop,’ eyes waiting patiently for your reward, and he obliges, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. 

He gets up to get a towel and begins to get you cleaned up, kissing each bruise he left, and massaging your sore limbs. 

“You did so well for me.”

“Would you say you’re sufficiently relaxed?”

“Yes, very relaxed. Thank you.”

He kisses your head, and tucks you into bed smiling to himself. How he ever got you to be his lover, he will never know, but he is forever grateful you are.

[eating-plastic]

Headcanons: Maison Talo Being Protective Over His S/O

A/N: Yay, my first x reader thingy! Also, don’t get it twisted, just because I have never reblogged  anything about Scopophobia Studios on my blog doesn’t mean I don’t like their stuff. Anyhoo, this is for the few House House lovers out there. Enjoy!

🏠-There are two things that Maison Talo is certain about

🏠-1.) He loves you and cares about you dearly

🏠-2.) The Uncanny Valley has its fair share of dangers (I mean, he should know, he is one of them) 

🏠- He often recommends joining you for walks whether you are going to work, shopping, or just need some fresh air. He says that it is just him wanting to spend time with you and scope out some “food” for himself

🏠-This is only partially true. Don’t get me wrong, he loves spending time with you and he is always on the lookout for some poor soul that made the mistake of moving to the Uncanny Valley, but his true motivations are to make sure some weirdo doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable or harass you. Besides, you and him both know that the bus stops on the edges of the Valley are where he’ll find his “food”, and you barely trek towards the Valley’s edges

🏠-Of course, if you find his presence to be overbearing and want some time to yourself, he’ll hesitantly respect your wishes

🏠-I haven’t even mentioned how he gets when it comes to the threats that he is definitely sure of: Other realtors

  🏠-When he brings this up to you, you are both surprised and not at the same time. I mean, now that you think about it, it makes sense that there would be other “beings” like Maison. At the same time, though, it never popped into your mind (perhaps your brain just doesn’t want to think about potential dangers)

🏠-Maison warns you about how they look and are going to act towards you. Well dressed, sleazy, manipulative, pushy (all things he was towards you when you both first met lol)

🏠-If you are bothered by any other realtor, he wants you to describe them to him. He’ll quickly know who you are talking about and is more than happy to have a little “chat” (read threat) with them about leaving you alone

🏠-While realtors don’t drag their “food” to their house forms by force (i.e. kidnapping), some interactions can leave you a bit shaken up. Especially if you are a more timid person

🏠-If you ever have an encounter that leaves you very shaken, well, don’t be surprised if you see a news story about a “for sale” house on the news that’s gone up in flames on TV

🏠-While you’re watching the news, he’ll glance over to the TV when the story pops up and smile

🏠-”Oh dear, what a shame,” he’ll say before quickly looking away, as the sight of burning houses makes him feel queasy 

🏠-Maison will also find himself getting accustomed to other realtors mocking him 

🏠-”Did you hear? The old man has gone soft.”

🏠-”All of this fuss over a morsel of food.”

 🏠-”That piece of meat’s got him all loopy. He’ll starve.”

🏠-”Shame what happened to Talo. Falling down the food chain like that.”

🏠-He couldn’t care less, though. He hasn’t starved yet and he’s the happiest he’s ever been. And why wouldn’t he? You accept him, you trust him, and you love him. He can’t remember feeling this way towards anyone. Has he ever loved anyone as he does you, before? He isn’t sure

🏠-There is one thing that Maison Talo is certain of: He loves you, his dearest tenant  

[thathopelessromantic]

safe in your mouth

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Characters: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Vampires, Vampire Bites, Blood, Blood Drinking, Minor Blood Kink, sexual blood drinking, Sexual Content, Half-Vampire Nancy Wheeler, Human/Vampire Relationship AO3: (X)

“You can drink from me,” Robin offers. The words are out of her mouth before she even fully registers what it is that she’s saying. The two girls had been trying to work – trying being the operative word – for the last hour in Nancy’s room, the house empty besides the two of them. Robin on some French grammar, just to keep up on it, and Nancy on an article about the most recent repair efforts the town had been making after the earthquakes from their last showdown with Vecna. But Nancy clearly isn’t as focused as she normally is.

And Robin is focused on all the wrong things.

Nancy’s intense, blue eyes are wide with disbelief and something Robin can’t bring herself to name, even if it fans the flames of false hope burning in her chest a little further. “What?”

Robin swallows harshly. It suddenly feels like she is producing a, frankly, insane and gross amount of saliva. She tries not to think too hard about what it means as she sees Nancy’s eyes track the movement in her throat. Was it always so hot in this room? She didn’t think so.

“Look, I know Steve always make a big deal out of it and gets wiggy when we offer, but like-”

“Robin, it is a big deal,” Nancy says slowly and levelly like she’s not sure Robin can understand her plain English.

And she gets that, to some extent. Obviously, there’s just the sheer amount of trust you needed to have to let a vampire drink from you, and not be afraid that they would hurt you. And the amount of self-control the vampire had to have not to take too much. But Robin did trust Nancy and Steve, even if they didn’t trust themselves. She trusted them with her life, with all of their lives. No question, no hesitation. Of anyone in the Party, she knew they would take care of everyone, first.

The scariest part, for her at least, was the connection you shared with a vampire while they drank from you. She didn’t totally get it when Steve tried to warn her off of it back in Starcourt, though to be fair they were both still a little too high to be having any kind of serious, coherent conversation at the time.

But there was only maybe…one big secret she had left to hide from Nancy, and Steve had been teaching everyone how to put up mental blocks since the first time Vecna had attacked, so surely, she could control herself that much. Right?

“Okay, but we’re friends, I trust you. And you obviously need it and-”

Nancy’s expression scrunches tight with confusion. “How can you tell I need it?”

Robin hesitates for a moment, afraid to show her hand, to show just how much attention she’s been paying to Nancy, but she’s already dug this hole for herself. “Your headache,” she admits softly. Nancy’s eyes widen again, in surprise, and just like she has been every few minutes for the last hour, she reaches up to gingerly touch her eyebrow. “You always do that when you’re starting to get a headache,” Robin mirrors her motion and she can feel as much as see the way Nancy follows her hand. “You’ve been getting them for days already. And I know you and Steve always get headaches when you go too long between feedings.”

Nancy looks…flustered. And her expression takes on a tight, pinched look like she doesn’t know what to do, or doesn’t like the options she’s come up with so far.

“I’m fine,” she finally says, turning back to the notebook in her lap. Except, she opens to a random page and stares down at the page without seeming to understand anything. Or figuring out why the article she’s been not-writing for the last hour isn’t staring back at her.

Robin slides closer to her on the bed, sending a pile of vocab notecards tumbling to the floor. She tells herself to worry about those later.

“I know from Steve that it doesn’t hurt, and even if it did, I don’t think it’s anything I couldn’t handle. And we’re…friends, aren’t we? What’s wrong with offering to help out a friend?”

Nancy’s brows shoot into her hairline. “Steve’s fed from you?”

“Just once. And it was kind of a life-or-death, we-were-just-tortured-by-secret-Russians…thing,” Nancy is still looking at her like Robin had switched to actually speaking Russian for this conversation. She feels her voice get quieter, more hesitant as she stumbles on. She wishes there was some kind of OFF switch she could smash in her brain that would stop everything from tumbling out in this hairbrained, jumbled mess but if such a thing exists, she hasn’t figured out where it is yet. “He was…really hurt. Like I don’t think…I don’t know if he would have survived it if he was just a human. So, it was more like me forcing it on him than him biting me. And I know now I’m offering it to you…which is starting to make me sound like I’ve got some kind of fucked up fetish for it but I swear I’m just trying to help. I just like, I don’t get why, if we can help and we’re your friends, why it’s such a big deal.”

Nancy’s expression had softened as Robin spoke, until she finally reaches out to place a comforting hand on Robin’s bent leg. Robin can feel her cool hand against her bare skin like a branding iron – each ice-cold fingertip leaving an imprint of Nancy’s fingerprints burned into her calf.

“Thank you, Robin. I appreciate that you’re just trying to help, and I’m sure Steve was very grateful that you were there with him back then. But I’ll be fine.”

“I know the hospital has a blood shortage right now,” Robin blurts out as Nancy starts to pull her hand away, pulling out her last trump card. Steve had let something slip a few days ago, and Robin pretended not to catch it – but she definitely noticed his slip, and the wary way Steve watched her for a few minutes after he had slipped up like he was just waiting for her to spring an argument on him. She was, technically, waiting to do just that, to the both of them. She had just been biding her time. “That’s all fine if you and Steve want to be stubborn and noble when you know you have access to a stash, but they haven’t recovered their stock from this last disaster. And there’s no way I’m buying the two of you are willing to keep stealing from them when you know they’re hurting for it,” Robin holds out her hand towards Nancy, palm up so the dusty blue of her vein under the thin skin of her wrist is clearly visible. “You guys aren’t going to last going on like this.”

Nancy looks like she still wants to argue the point, but her pupils are blown wide looking between Robin’s face and her proffered arm, and there’s a furrow above her brow that Robin knows means her headache is steadily kicking up in intensity.

The silence stretches on between them uncomfortably long, long enough that her arm starts to ache a little from holding it out for so long, and she’s starting to feel extremely foolish. But she grits her teeth and refuses to back down. When Nancy finally lifts her hand off of Robin’s leg to run her cool fingers along her inner wrist, Robin nearly jumps from surprise, despite having never taken her eyes off of her.

The featherlight touch sends goosebumps over her arm and she prays Nancy just chalks it up to her own cold hands.

“Your hands are cold,” Nancy says softly, her fingertips resting just in the palm of Robin’s hand.

Robin nearly yanks her hand away in surprise. “You’re joking right?”

Nancy’s lips quirk in a small smile, but it disappears just as quickly. “I know, but I also know what temperature a human typically feels like. You don’t have great circulation to your hands.”

“Fine,” Robin drops her hand away from Nancy’s gentle touch to pull at her loose collar. The loose t-shirt she may or may not have stolen from Steve’s closet is nowhere close to covering up her throat, but she tugs at it anyways, as if loosening it to make room. She can feel Nancy’s eyes track every movement and not for the first time, but for the first time when the attention is directed so solely on herself, Robin is reminded that vampires are, first and foremost, predators.

How could she ever have forgotten that little detail? “Drink from somewhere else.”

Nancy swallows and Robin finds herself following the movement the same way Nancy had done to her earlier.

“If we do this,” Nancy starts, ignoring Robin’s rolled eyes. “You have to tell me immediately if it becomes too much for you, overwhelming or just uncomfortable – anything.”

“Okay-”

“Or if it starts to feel like I’m taking too much. It can be hard to keep track of sensations like that during it, so anything weird. The minute you feel dizzy or lightheaded or even just a little bit tired, you need to let me know. Say stop or...or tap my arm twice if you feel like you can’t talk.”

“Okay.”

“Robin.”

“I promise. Anything funky, I will let you know.”

Nancy looks like she doesn’t quite believe her, or at least wants to argue the point a little longer, but her eyes have gotten darker, her pupils impossibly larger until there is only the palest sliver of blue along the edge. Robin briefly wonders if there’s something wrong with her – like maybe she does have some kind of freaky fetish for this – but Nancy’s intense, blown-out look sends a thrill through her. She knows she’s pushing her luck, but she leans back a little, tilting her head as if to present her throat.

She hears Nancy inhale, a shaky, unsteady little sound, that she inexplicably wants to draw from her again, and then her senses are filled with her. In a split second, Nancy closed the space between them on the bed to loom over her. A hand lands on either side of her head on the pillow, and she feels one of Nancy’s legs settle between her own as she stretches over her. Her tight, coiled curls brush against Robin’s cheek as she leans down close. Her sweet, flowery perfume surrounds her, but there’s a deeper, musky undertone to the scent Robin has never noticed before. It’s overwhelming, surrounding her and yet Robin can’t help but want more, to breathe deeply and pull that heady scent in until she’s drowning in it.

Her hot breath against Robin’s skin sends another sharp thrill through her and Robin hopes Nancy doesn’t notice exactly what kind of effect she’s having on her. She feels as much as hears the deep breath Nancy takes, inhaling her scent as she trails her nose along the column of Robin’s throat in search of her fluttering, racing pulse. Nancy trails one hand up along the underside of Robin’s neck to sink into her hair, not pulling but holding tight to adjust her head just so with only the slightest bend of her wrist.

There’s a soft, wet sound and then Robin can feel the wet, heat of Nancy’s breath, the long drag of Nancy’s fangs against her skin. She shudders at the sensation, and the brush of Nancy’s lips as she speaks against her neck.

“Are you sure-”

“Nance,” Robin protests, hoping to God she’s imagining the whine in her own voice, but she already feels wound tight, teetering on the precipice of something she doesn’t understand but desperately wants to dive headfirst into, consequences be damned.

There’s a flash of a smile against her skin and then Nancy sinks her teeth into her.

The sensation nearly has Robin bucking them both off the bed. The immediate, overwhelming sense of pleasure goes through her in an instant, burning through any other thought or feeling inside her until the only thing she wants is more. It feels like every molecule inside her is being set ablaze with an all-consuming need. She grabs blindly at herself, at the comforter under her, at Nancy’s well-worn shirt, blunt nails scratching at her through the fabric. Anything to drag this feeling in closer to herself, to satisfy this sudden yawning, burning hunger unfurling in her gut.

Nancy’s legs tighten around her thigh, likely to stop her from squirming any more, but mindless to anything but chasing more of this feeling, Robin arches her hips, grinding down against the leg between her own. She gasps, the move sending a whole new wave of pleasure over her and she’s halfway through doing it again when Nancy pulls off of her with a wet smack.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asks, breathlessly. Her eyes are impossibly, inhumanly dark, pupils blown out until there is no iris left and a nearly-glowing shine to them Robin has never seen outside of the Upside Down. Her mouth is bright red and glistening wet and the only thing Robin can think about is how badly she wants to kiss Nancy Wheeler.

She wants to know what her own blood tastes like on Nancy’s mouth.

“That is so not what it felt like when Steve bit me.”

Seriously, she needed to find that OFF button.

“Really?” Nancy looks astonished by this news, but more than that, she looks…pleased? “Not at all?”

Awareness, and subsequent mortification, is slowly dawning on Robin through the fading haze of everything else and she suddenly wants nothing more than to get out from under Nancy and possibly never look her in the eye again. But, as if she can sense that, Nancy settles more firmly on her thigh, as if to hold her in place. Robin has to swallow down a moan at the feeling. Her hand had moved from Robin’s hair, but she keeps it close to her head on the pillow, and she could definitely get another good grip on her faster than Robin could shake her off. Nancy’s other hand trails down along the length of her body – not actually touching her just following the curve of her side along the bed until she reaches her hip. Her fingers trail up and down the small expanse of skin exposed where the hem of Robin’s shirt had ridden up in her squirming. Her fingers are already notably warmer than before, but that does nothing to stop the goosebumps from popping up under her featherlight touches.

When Robin never replies, Nancy curls her hand around her hip, pressing the heel of her palm against Robin’s hip bone and leaning over her as if to press her body more firmly into the mattress. Robin desperately tries to swallow down the actual whimper that threatens to escape her at the feeling.

“What did it feel like?” Nancy asks, her voice is low, almost a growl.

At that, Robin does whimper, the nearly possessive tone in Nancy’s voice making her toes curl. She has to look away from the girl looming over her to get her thoughts in some semblance of an order, and even then, staring hard at Nancy’s plain white ceiling as if to ground herself, she struggles to find her voice.

“Before it was…it was like being wrapped in my favorite blanket and eating my favorite food. Like curling up with my favorite book. Just…the sense of feeling perfectly…content. Safe. This was…” her face heats up as she tries to come up with an adequate way to describe what she had just felt.

When she finally looks back at Nancy, her hopeless attempt to describe whatever this just was trailing off into nothing, Nancy has a soft, fond smile spreading across her shining lips, rather than any frustration or anger with Robin’s inability to talk. But there’s also a hunger in her blown-out, inhuman eyes Robin hadn’t noticed before.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asks again.

Robin gawks at her. “You’re joking, right?” she repeats her same thought from before, but Nancy isn’t as quick to humor her this time.

“Robin, I need a real answer.”

“Oh god, okay, yes. I’m fine. A little, eternally, mortified, but it doesn’t feel like you took too much.”

“Good,” Nancy says with a nod. Suddenly, her smile turns wicked. “Same rules apply, tell me or tap twice if it’s too much,” Nancy reminds her.

And before Robin can confirm, or question her, Nancy sinks down again. Biting on the opposite side of her throat, just above her collarbone.

Robin isn’t any more prepared for the immediate rush of sensation the second time. She might even be less prepared the second time around, her nerves already alight with burning pleasure and hypersensitive from before. Her vision goes fuzzy for a second, a wave of need rushing over her in time with her racing pulse. She sobs as Nancy pulls back, just enough to drag her fangs along Robin’s skin again, this time with enough pressure for her to feel the slight burn of twin scratches blooming around the second bite.

Nancy trails down over her prone form, lips dragging over her skin until Robin is shaking from the teasing sensations. She presses a kiss to the center of her chest, through the soft, suffocating fabric of her t-shirt and moves on again. She trails her lips down along Robin’s inner arm, nipping at the sensitive skin – never hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to make her desperate for it again anyways. She glances up to meet Robin’s eye as she reaches her hand, lifting it up to place an achingly, soft kiss to her palm. As she trails further down, breath ghosting over her fingertips, Robin presses two fingers inside her bright red mouth. Nancy’s eyes brighten, never straying from Robin’s face as she drags her tongue between her fingers pulling them from her mouth by her loose grip on Robin’s wrist. She pricks the tip of one of Robin’s fingers with her fang, letting the bright crimson blood bead along her finger for them both to watch, mesmerized for a moment before she sucks it back into her mouth.

“Nance,” Robin sobs, not bothering to try and hide the desperation in her voice anymore. She hardly even knows what she wants except that she’s going to go crazy if Nancy doesn’t stop toying with her.

She pulls off of her with a soft, wet pop. For a single, hypnotizing moment a string of saliva connects Robin’s finger to her stained lips, and it takes all of Robin’s self-control not to press back inside her mouth. Then, Nancy ducks down again, grinding herself against Robin’s trapped thigh, pressing her own leg back against Robin through her shorts, matching Robin’s surprised gasp with a pleased one of her own. before she slips off to settle fully between her legs. She pushes Robin’s shirt up, just enough to expose her stomach, alternating between trailing kisses and more nipping, teasing bites down her abdomen, and along the loose waistband of her shorts.

“May I?” She asks, fingers tucking into the edge of her waistband and looking up curiously at Robin.

Robin thinks it’s probably a good sign that she, at least, has enough sense not to tell Nancy she can do whatever the hell she wants at this point, even if it is her first instinct. So, she just nods instead. Safest choice.

With quick, deft fingers, Nancy undoes the buttons of Robin’s shorts and wiggles them down. She slips off the bed, just long enough to pull them completely off her legs before she settles back down between Robin’s spread legs. Boneless from both pleasure and anticipation, Robin lets Nancy position her, one leg bent so her inner thigh is exposed to the room, the other draped over Nancy’s lap.

Nancy places a kiss just above her knee, sweet and soft, before her smile turns devious against Robin’s skin once again. She lowers her head, sinking her fangs into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Robin arches off the bed, sobbing as the pleasure rushes through her again, lighting up every inch of her body with the sensation. She feels like she must be glowing, floating, coming outside of her body. Nancy throws Robin’s leg over her shoulder before sliding her hand back down to support her lower back, keeping her half-suspended off the bed.  

Nancy’s name becomes a desperate, gasping mantra, falling from Robin’s lips with each shaking exhale. She feels like she’s pleading for something but she doesn’t even know what it is until Nancy slips a finger inside her underwear, pushing the damp fabric aside. Robin shivers at the rush of cooler air against her flushed skin, whimpering as Nancy drags two fingers through her slick arousal before finding her clit. She rubs the sensitive, bundle of nerves, alternating between near-punishing pressure and teasing, featherlight brushes. When her climax finally crashes over her, Robin comes with an actual sob, overstimulated, exhausted tears springing to her eyes.

Nancy pulls off of her leg in the same moment, muffling an echoing moan to Robin’s cry against her leg. She lowers Robin’s leg from her shoulder, keeping one arm wrapped around her bare thigh to support her shaking leg. Nancy rests her forehead against Robin’s knee for a moment, her chest heaving with breathless gasps in time with Robin’s own. Robin can feel a sheen of sweat cooling over her skin, but every place of contact between them feels like she’s on fire.

When Nancy finally looks up again, her eyes are mostly back to normal, her pupils only slightly dilatated, and there’s a blissful, pleased lightness over her expression. Some cross between comfortable contentment and like the cat that caught the canary, Robin thinks.

Until she notices the tear tracks. Nancy moves so fast Robin can’t even follow the movement. Her abdomen protests sitting up as if she had just done a marathon of crunches rather than trying her hand at being an all-you-can-eat buffet, but she doesn’t stop Nancy from gathering her up into her arms. Her hands that had been burning hot on her skin, just a moment ago, are already cooling down again as Nancy brushes the remaining tears from her cheeks.

“Oh god, Robin. Why didn’t you say something? Are you hurt? Are you feeling sick? What-”

“Kiss me,” Robin pleads, any remaining, self-preserving filter completely done away with.

Nancy pulls back, shocked. “What?”

“Please. If even just a fraction of that was from more than just drinking my blood, please kiss me or I think I might actually start crying for real and it is going to be so embarrassing and gross for everyone involved and I-”

Nancy cuts her off with a quick kiss, muffling her own quiet laugh against Robin’s mouth. But with little more than a press of their lips, she pulls back.

Robin swears if she could feel any of her limbs at that point, she would have played a more active role in this, but for the time being she just whines at Nancy’s quick retreat.

“Nance.”

“What?”

“What was that?”

Nancy’s nose crinkles in displeasure, even as amusement lights her eyes. “Robin, no. It’s gross. After I just…at least let me go brush my teeth or something.”

“No,” Robin insists, petulantly. She finally gets her arms to cooperate enough to settle loosely around Nancy’s waist. It wouldn’t actually hold her there if she was determined to get away but Robin hopes the shy, happy smile she tucks against her shoulder at the motion means she isn’t inclined to do anything like that. “It’s my blood, isn’t it? Just kiss me.”

“You’re gross,” Nancy tells her matter-of-factly.

But then she leans in, and actually kisses Robin anyways. Her hands come up to cup Robin’s face, cradling her jaw, gently helping tilt her head this way or that as their lips move against each other until Robin can match her rhythm. She nips at Robin’s bottom lip, not enough to draw blood again but the sensation makes Robin shiver at the memory anyways, mouth falling open further in a choked moan. Nancy licks into her mouth, and Robin can taste herself, the salty, metallic tinge of her blood, on Nancy’s tongue. Some part of her hopes when they part, her mouth will be stained red with it to match Nancy’s own glistening mouth.

Eventually, their kisses turn softer, slower until they break away to soft, reverent touches, lying side by side, with their legs entwined, fingertips trailing down the side of their faces, brushing hair back behind each other’s ears. Robin’s fists clench in Nancy’s shirt at her waist, wishing somehow to bring them closer, to bring them flush against each other until two could become one and share forever in the sensations still making her head reel.

Wait.

Robin pulls back so suddenly Nancy nearly bites her lip. She looks immediately concerned, eyes tracing over Robin’s face for any sign of illness or lightheadedness.

“Nancy, you never, I mean, do you still need – oh god, why didn’t I listen to Steve’s advice about practicing how to talk about this beforehand?”

Nancy giggles at her rambling, tucking her head in against Robin’s throat while she stumbles her way through her thoughts.

“You know, you can stop me at any time,” Robin offers half-heartedly. She rubs a hand up and down Nancy’s back, following the curve of her spine as she curls into Robin.

“I like listening to you talk,” Nancy admits against her before pressing a kiss over her very first bite mark. She sits up, meeting Robin’s embarrassed gaze. “I feel everything you do when I’m feeding,” she says carefully, pointedly. “Trust me, I’m great.”

Robin flushes, even though she was glad for the reassurance. “Well, good. But still next time, it’s your turn.”

Nancy arches a brow at her. “Next time?”

Oh god. “I mean,” Robin stammers. “Obviously, just if you want-”

Nancy bites at her bottom lip, but it does very little to actually suppress her giddy smile. “Robin, I’m messing with you. That sounds…perfect.”

“Okay, yeah. G-good.”

“Robin?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me?”

“Oh, thank god,” Robin leans back in, her mission only slightly deterred by Nancy’s wide smile. Or maybe, her own.

A few hours and a couple dozen kisses later, Steve pulls into the Wheeler driveway to pick Robin up for the night. She had gotten her license, finally, but without a car to drive, it didn’t do her much good either way.

She does one last once-over of Nancy’s room, trying to make sure she isn’t forgetting anything else. It turns out, Nancy had a bad (amazing) habit of tossing her clothing every which way, which made trying to get out the door, without arousing suspicion to Steve or any of the rest of the Wheeler family that had made their way home over the last few hours, much more difficult than it should have been.

Nancy looks decidedly more pleased with herself after it all than Robin really thinks is entirely fair. But if it is just because she liked making Robin flustered, or if Robin was missing something in an obvious place, she wasn’t sure. She doesn’t bother trying to help, or give her a hint, but watches her with a cocky little smile, lounging still half-undressed on her bed. It makes it that much harder for Robin to stay on track and remember why she even needs to find all her clothes and leave.

In the end, she gets sidetracked for another ten minutes, crawling back into Nancy’s bed until Steve calls over the walkie with a new, concerned tone in his voice. And then she has to come half-way back up the stairs, twice, once for her flashcards they had knocked under the bed and once for her second shoe, before she actually makes it out of the Wheeler house.

When she finally slides into Steve’s car, throwing her bag of study material into the empty backseat, she’s practically vibrating with the urge to tell Steve everything. But when she finally turns around to face him, she apparently doesn’t have to.

“Why do you smell like Nancy?” He asks, brow furrowed with a profusely confused expression. He keeps subtly trying to sniff the air, as if looking for something.

“I just spend all afternoon with her, remember? Considering we’re still sitting in her driveway?”

“No, no. It’s a different scent than that, it’s like-” Steve trails off, eyes catching on something on her chest. Or maybe her neck. “Is that a bite mark?”

Robin sighs, she is excited about being able to share this with Steve, but maybe she should have tried to think that out a little bit first.

“Yes, okay, it is. But first I need you to understand…” Robin trails off as she sees Steve’s shit-eating grin.

“I can’t believe it, you slut,” Steve jokes slapping at her shoulder. “You called off work for boobies?”

“Gross, don’t say it like that!” Robin yells, shoving at him. She knows he’s just trying to get a reaction out of her, even before he starts laughing and it’s so hard to keep a stern tone through her own smile. “Oh, I don’t even want to hear it, dingus. I’ve earned it after all the shifts I’ve covered for you.” She settles back into her seat with a huff, but she’s smiling again despite herself before she can even get her seatbelt on.

Steve grins at her again, his eyes bright with laughter and all of a sudden, she feels like they are incredibly young again, like the weight of everything they’ve been through the last few years has been shed for a few hours and they’re kids again, giddy with the chance to talk about girls like their only worry is about getting a date for the weekend. She reaches over, poking aggressively at the, frankly, massive bruise not remotely hidden by his polo collar, laughing as he slaps at her hands to get her to stop poking him. “What the hell is up with this hickey, anyways? You know you’re the one with fangs, right?”

[perfectfeelings]

Happiness is pretty simple: someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to.

Rita Mae Brown

[nelo0wesker]

Who is she?

Relationship: Armando Aretas X Reader

Tagging: @nobodygetsza

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Dorn is tirelessly working on tracking down the elusive drug kingpin, who has managed to stay one step ahead at every turn. The breakthrough comes when the kingpin makes a critical error kidnapping a girl Dorn had been keeping track of because the kingpin's underlings seemed to always be around her area.

“Hey guys I got a hit!” Dorn yells out to the others. The others go to the computer. Dorn plays the video of the women being kidnapped and put in a car. License plate being showed in the video. “Dorn track those plates” Mike says watching the video ends with the car driving away. Dorn nods and goes to track the car plates looking to where it goes in security cameras that are on the streets.

Armando watches Dorn work on the computer as he turns his head seeing his girlfriend being kidnapped in the video. He knows she’s alright. That girl was tough and knew how to defend herself. He remembers how she beat his ass once. They were on enemy sides at the time but in the end he won her heart and she betrayed her family to date him.

—-

“Got it” Dorn says, showing everyone the warehouse they took the women too. “We have to get there fast. Who knows what those men have done to that girl” Marcus says with disgust thinking of all the horrible outcomes that could happen if they don’t get there fast enough.

Mike nodded at what Marcus said looking at Armando for a quick second. He noticed how his son couldn’t seem to stop looking at the women that were kidnapped. He has a suspicion he knows her but Mike didn’t question his son about it. He’ll question him when they get the girl out of there and home.

“Alright lady and gentlemen there’s a girl that needs saving. We have to do this fast and quickly” Mike tells out and everyone nods their heads as Armando smirks thinking how you didn't really need saving. If anyone needs saving it’s that kingpin and his underlings.

Everyone grabs their vest and weapons and goes into the car driving to the warehouse

—-

Outside of the warehouse team AMMO could hear multiple gunshots, yelling, and fighting. Marcus and Mike look at eachother confused. Actually everyone was confused about what was going on. Armando just smirks as he goes to the warehouse with the rest of team AMMO behind him and goes into the warehouse just to witness you beating the shit out of some of the kingpin underlings.

Marcus and Mike gave a shock look watching how you effortlessly took out 6 of the kingpins underlings with just hands. You swiftly grab a gun from the enemies belt and shoot the others with persistent aim.

“Who the hell is this girl?!” Marcus says shocked watching you specifically take out everyone. Everyone else was questioning the same thing as Marcus except Armando.

You sigh as you drop the last enemy thinking how it wasn’t really a fight. You turn and smiles brightly seeing Armando and goes to him and hugs him tightly. “Armand!” She yells out and kisses him on the lips.

Mike looks at his son confused and shocked just like everyone else. Armando smiles and turns to his father and team AMMO. “Oh her. This is Y/N. My girlfriend” he says casually

“You're what!?” Everyone yells in shock. “Where the hell did you find her?” Marcus asked him. Armando thinks on what he’s going to say as he looks down at you seeing the smirk you had. “That’s a long story” he tells him. “Tell me I got time!” Marcus says following Armando as he walks out with you. “Armando tell us you got some explaining to do!” Mike yells chasing his son and you wonder how the hell yall met.

Kelly, Rita, and Dorn watch the four walk ahead still in shock. “Anyone know he had a girlfriend?” Dorn asks the two women next to him watching how Marcus and Mike chase you and Armando. Rita shakes her head no. “Nope,” Kelly says, popping the p. “Any guesses how he met her?” Rita asks the two. Dorn and Kelly look at each other then Rita. “Have no idea. But Armando has the story” Dorn says and goes to follow the four ahead of them. Hearing the yelling of Mike and Marcus demanding an explanation and watching how you and Armando ignoring the two talking to each other.

[mournfulroses]

Rita Dove, from On the bus with Rosa Parks; Poems; "The Venus of Willendorf,"

[quotefeeling]

All you can do in life is to be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all.

Rita Mae Brown

[perfectquote]

About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all.

Rita Mae Brown

[willieverseetheland]

mama?

Dexter Morgan x reader

based on this ask!

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, violence, domestic violence, all the usual Dexter stuff, very much angst Summary: Following Rita’s death, Dexter and reader become close as they deal with the aftermath.

It was a quiet evening. You were sitting on your balcony watching the full, glowing moon. You were deep in thought when your phone began to ring, pulling you back to reality. The caller ID said Dexter Morgan, you thought this was strange as he and Rita were supposed to have left on their honeymoon. Maybe they decided not to bring Harrison along after all. But when you answered, it was a woman's voice.

"Hello? This is Debra Morgan with Miami Metro Homicide, is this y/n?"

"Yes?" You replied with a slight quiver in your voice, confused. Homicide? What is happening? "There's been an incident, Dexter thought you should know. However, he's preoccupied at the moment. Rita..."

Her voice begins to shake, you can sense that she's about to cry

"Um, Rita's been murdered, I understand you two were close."

It was like the entire world stopped. Murdered? Rita was the loveliest, sweetest, most pure-of-heart person you knew. Who would possibly have wanted to hurt her?

The phone slipped out of your hand. Thankfully you were already sitting down, or you may have fell off your balcony. You can hear the woman repeating "hello, are you there?" over the phone. But everything was static. Nothing made sense. As it all began to settle into place, what really happened. You let out a loud sob. Shaking violently, tears streaming down your face. You bang your fist on the ground, screaming. Angry at the world, or whatever higher power that existed. As you sat there and sobbed, you began to think about Harrison, Dexter, Astor, Cody, everyone else who knew and loved Rita. God! Poor Harrison. He hardly got to know his mother.

You think of all the times you saved Rita from Paul. All the late nights scared it would be the last time. Scared, because you didn't know when it would be the last punch, kick, slap. There were honestly times you thought he would kill her. You thought you had prepared yourself for this, but how could you, how could anyone. When he died, you were there to support Rita of course, but deep down you were glad. You saw first-hand how he treated her, how it affected the kids.

Rita was like a sister to you. You considered yourself like an aunt to those kids. A piece of you died today, something you don't know if you'll ever get back.

--

You were awoken by the sound of loud honking. You open your eyes to see the bright morning sun over Miami. It made you angry, how could the world go on when yours came crashing down less than 24 hours ago. You look around, you must've cried yourself into exhaustion and passed out on your balcony.

You go back inside. Your cat comes up to nudge your leg. You look down at him and he just stares at you and meows. You wish you could be like him, blissfully unaware of all the evil in the world.

You go to make a pot of coffee, but you just collapse on the floor of your kitchen. How can you go on? Rita is dead. Harrison, Astor, and Cody just lost their mother. Dexter lost his wife. And yet the world keeps spinning. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, it's your boss. You look at the time, you were supposed to be at work an hour ago.

"Fuck" you sigh, leaning your head back against your kitchen counter

You answer, telling him you won't be coming in today, death in the family. He can be a dick at times, but he's understanding when it comes to this.

You scan your apartment. Eyes settling on the picture on your bedside table. You walk over to it, picking it up. It's a photo of you, Dexter, Rita, and the kids at Rita's birthday party. You place it face down; you can't bear to look at it right now.

Dexter lingers in your mind. God! How could you be so selfish? He must be in shambles right now. Grieving the death of his wife and having to be responsible for little Harrison. Maybe you should go check on him, see Harrison. Might take your mind off of things. Or make things worse. You don't know. Either way you need to do something.

You throw on a sweater and your shoes. You know the house is likely still a crime scene so you can't go there. Dex and Harrison are probably with his sister, who conveniently lives at his old apartment, so finding the place won't be too difficult. You drive like a bat out of hell, trying to get there as fast as you can.

You arrive and knock on the door, no one answers. You knock again, still no answer. You figure nobody is home, so you turn to leave. As you start walking away, you hear the handle turn, and the door unlatch. You turn around, seeing Dexter peering out from the crack in the door. You greet him with a warm smile as he opens the door fully. You immediately lean in for a hug, which he doesn't move away from but doesn't exactly reciprocate. He just stands there with his arms at his side, stiff. He does lean his chin on your shoulder though. He sighs in relief, shoulders loosening.

"Deb called me last night, told me what happened. I know it's probably a stupid question, but how are you?" You look in his eyes, sincerity and empathy written all over your face.

He knows this is hard on you too.

"I'm doing okay, I have to, for him." He turns to look at Harrison, sleeping soundly in his crib.

You two go to sit on the couch, you place a hand on his shoulder, trying to be comforting.

"I found him sitting in a pool of her blood" He turns to look at you, face empty, exhausted.

Your hands fly to your mouth as you gasp

"Dexter, my god. I'm so sorry" Tears begin to well up in your eyes

"If it's too much you don't have to answer, but how did it happen exactly? Deb told me she was murdered, but not what happened."

"You've seen the trinity killer on the news, right?" He turns to look at you

"A single cut to her thigh, slicing the femoral artery. She bled out." His voice is steady, concise.

Anyone who didn't know Dexter would think he's unbothered, but you know this is just him. He's devastated on the inside.

"I, I uh... that's horrible, I'm sorry you had to see that." Your voice is soft, comforting.

"If it's any help, I wouldn't mind watching over Harrison for a few days, while you get the funeral things figured out. And Astor and Cody, if needed."

"They're with their grandparents, they don't know yet. They're coming back today. Thank you, that would actually be a big help." He gives you a slight smile, you can tell it's forced but you appreciate the effort.

--

The days go by, each one as painful as the previous. Everyone tells you to take it one day at a time, but nothing is changing. Nothing is getting better. Her funeral was devastating, you cried the entire time. You tried to stay strong, for the kids, but seeing her lying there, you couldn't. She looked beautiful, like she was sleeping. Astor and Cody went to stay with their grandparents in Orlando, which you know is hard on Dexter. He really loves them. You switched your hours around so you could work nights and watch Harrison during the day while Dex is at work. Harrison has been the only highlight of your life recently, one of the only things you have left of Rita. He's truly an amazing child, and thankfully he doesn't seem to be affected by what happened. You know Dexter was really concerned about that.

You've tried to be there for Dexter as well, but he hasn't been as accepting. You understand though. However, it's what Rita would want you to do. She always trusted you to take care of her family. You considered Rita to be like a sister, and it's what you would do for family.

You take Harrison back home that afternoon. Dexter has the biggest smile on his face as he takes Harrison into his arms, he's a great father and loves Harrison so much.

"How was he?" He questions

"Wonderful as always, he's such a little angel" You smile

"But the real question is, how are you, Dexter?"

"You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine" There's a hint of irritation in his voice

"Dexter, but I do worry about you. You've just suffered a great tragedy. I just want to be sure you're okay"

"I just told you I am okay, why do you care so much anyways?" He shakes his head and places Harrison in his crib

"It's what Rita would've wanted!" You exclaim

He turns around to look at you, you can see that he's distraught. Being a single parent is never easy, especially one that's grieving.

He sighs

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I really am okay, I promise" He gives you another one of his classic fake smiles, you know he doesn't want to talk about it anymore, so you don't press

"Alright, if you insist"

--

It's been almost a year since Rita's death now. You still miss her like crazy, but things have gotten easier. Harrison is walking and talking which has been very emotional, you wish Rita was here to see it. He's become a part of your regular routine now. Dexter offered to pay you to be his nanny, but you declined, quite aggressively. Dexter kept insisting but you would not accept under any circumstances. Spending all this time with Harrison has also meant spending quite a lot of time with Dexter as well. You've grown to really care for him.

One morning, you were over at Dexter's feeding Harrison breakfast. Dexter was getting ready for work. He came out of the bedroom, shirt unbuttoned. You couldn't help but stare, which made you feel guilty. You admired his hands as he swiftly fastened the buttons, his arms as he rolled up his sleeves, his sculpted chest peeking through the top of his shirt. You felt wrong. He comes over to give Harrison a kiss on the head. As he walks by, his shoulder brushes yours. You blush, in embarrassment and due to your true feelings. As you airplane another spoon of yogurt into Harrison's mouth, out comes something that shocks you to your core.

"Mama" Harrison babbles

You and Dexter immediately make eye contact. Your eyes are blown open wide, mouth agape.

"I'm so sorry, I have no idea why he would say that" You panic

"It's alright, he doesn't know any different" Dexter reassures you

You and Dexter just stand there, looking at each other. He smiles, a genuine smile this time. Something you've missed seeing.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. He brings his hand to your cheek and leans in, placing a tender kiss on your lips. You immediately melt. You felt so guilty for feeling the way you did, falling for a man who was grieving his dead wife. You bring your hands up to hold his face. Deepening the kiss. When you pull away, you can't help but smile a big goofy grin. Dexter is smiling too, which makes your heart flutter.

You stand there in comfortable silence, before Dexter announces he has to go, and that he wants you to be here when he gets home. He kisses your cheek and leaves. Your heart feels so full. However, you still feel guilty, like you're betraying Rita, but you also feel like this is what she would want. You know her family well, and you love them like they're your own.

You lay Harrison down for a nap, kissing him on the forehead. You grab a cup of coffee and go outside. It's a chilly spring morning. As you're looking out over Miami, a white butterfly lands on your finger. A tear rolls down your, cheek. You've never been much of a spiritual person, but you know it's her, and suddenly everything starts to feel like it's going to be okay.

...

Literally almost cried while writing this, I love Rita so much. I hope I did your vision justice! Sorry it's so long lol

[thoughtkick]

All you can do in life is to be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all.

Rita Mae Brown

[writeroutoftime]

making me crazy

pairing: tyler owens x reader (requested by: @missminnietwoshoes)

summary: while out on a chase with your team, a storm turns more dangerous than expected. of course, you all set to getting as many people as possible to safety, but you quickly find yourself caught in the middle of the storm.

words: 0.8k

a/n: my first tyler owens request!! when I say this man has a chokehold on me - I'm not joking! also, so sorry for the delay, but please enjoy!! (part 2 should be coming your way shortly!!)

oOoOo

Wind whipped around you, your hand protecting your eyes as you tried to make out what was going even just a few feet in front of you. The storm had come out of nowhere, meaning no one in town was prepared to take cover. Just passing through, you, Tyler, and the rest of your crew made it your mission to direct as many people to safety as possible.

Your heart broke seeing the devasted look on people from the town as they tried to keep calm despite the impending doom. No one had predicted destruction on this level, and now there was so time to do anything but survive.

The storm grew worse as you saw the twister grow closer and closer to where you stood. A quick glance over your shoulder told you that the rest of your team had started to make their way to safety. You all had done as much as you could with the little warning you had.

As you turned to run, you heard a whimper. Scanning the desolate street, you noticed one more person looking as though they were trying to get something out from underneath a porch.

"Hey!" you shouted over the rind, running towards them. "You have to get out of here, get somewhere safe."

The woman looked up at you, eyes shining with tears. "My dog, he got himself stuck under here trying to hide, and I won't leave him."

Distantly, you could hear Tyler's voice calling out, trying to find you. With determination, you turned away from him and nodded at the woman. "Okay, it looks like his paw is stuck. I'm gonna lift this plank and you get him out." you commanded, knowing you only mere minutes to make this work.

Counting to three, you lifted the pile of debris just enough to allow the dog to scamper free and jump straight into his owner's arms. The look of pure relief and joy on her face made it all worth it. However, the peace didn't last long as you were brought back to the fact that you were still in the middle of a very dangerous storm.

"We have to get out of here! Take him and just keeping running until you hit the shelter!" you shouted over the rain that drenched your both, so much so that you felt the chill deep in your bones. "Stay low and don't stop. I'll be right behind you."

She looked terrified but nodded, and then she was running across the street towards safety. You took a breath and moved to follow her, trying to see through the rain while avoided obstacles on the ground and flying through the air. It seemed luck was not on your side, though, as your foot caught on a piece of debris.

Before you knew it, you were sent skidding across the ground. Your palms and knees, newly scrapped, stung, but the worst was the throbbing pain from your ankle. Pushing yourself off the ground, you tried to take another step forward and felt your weight buckle to the ground once more.

"Fuck." you swore, daring to look back at the storm that inched closer with every passing second. There was no way you could make it to any semblance of shelter with this new injury. Tears mixed with the rain that whipped itself against your face as you resigned yourself to your fate.

Just as you closed your eyes, you heard your name in the distance. Jerking up, you could barely make out Tyler's figure in the storm as he shouted over and over on the slim chance you could hear him.

"Tyler!" you shouted back, your last-ditch effort to make it out of this storm.

As if tuned in only to you, Tyler's eyes met yours across the way and he suddenly began to sprint in your direction, arms and legs pumping furiously. You had never seen that look of anger and desperation in his eyes as he slid to the ground next to you.

"What were you thinking? Why are you still out here?" he shouted, cupping your cheeks between his rough hands.

"M-my ankle. I'm not gonna be able to get anywhere in time." you hurried to explain.

Tyler didn't give you a chance to speak further or urge him to go off on his own. Instead, he took one look at your ankle, glanced at your face, then steeled his nerves. One of his hands came under your knees while the other cradled your back. He then sprinted back the way he came, holding you close, trying to shield you from any more harm.

Finally, safety was in your sites and Boone stood by any open storm cellar, frantically urging you and Tyler to move faster. You didn't dare look over Tyler's shoulders, rather you let your face hide in his chest. It was only when you heard the slam of the storm cellar doors and no longer felt the rage of the storm against your skin did you look up.

Safe, you thought to yourself. You were safe and so was your team. Now all you had to do was wait out the same - and deal with the rage that still simmered on Tyler's features.

oOoOo

a/n: to be continued! (featuring more angsty and a confession!)

[chidorrrita]

・❥・and I just might know you too

the worries of a scientist never go away but you make them slightly better

: ̗̀➛ viktor x gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ cw: just sweet fluff, s1 act2 vik, angst if you squint your eyes and have watched s2 (but no spoilers so don't worry)

: ̗̀➛ wc: 1k+

: ̗̀➛ a/n: My finals are coming up and I’m feeling incredibly stressed so in the spirit of things I thought of making Viktor equally stressed so we can tear our hair out together

Progress Day is only a week away and Viktor couldn’t be more stressed. He’s spent almost every day he can at his lab, opting to sleep in his makeshift bed and eating subpar cafeteria food in order to try and finish the grand machinery he and Jayce have planned to show off. 

On the rare occasion, you drop by his little lair to leave an important paper from his apartment or a home cooked meal. He gives you a curt thank you and immediately returns to work leaving no time for distraction as you are often his biggest one. You had once come with plans of eating lunch with him, which he greatly appreciated, but had to turn down as he surely would not want to leave your company and work would never be done. So you keep your visits short if only to save Jayce the headache of yet another unfinished stack of papers on his desk.

The week slowly passes, uneventful and boring with Viktor cooped up, unable to share his new findings or sassy wit, which you sorely miss, but soon Progress Day arrives. 

The entirety of Piltover is buzzing in excitement and everyone at your job can’t seem to stop talking about what “Golden Boy” Talis has in store for them this year. Although it is a very exciting day, your giddiness is not towards the new fancy technology or the colorful parade, but rather a certain, currently distressed, scientist. Your boss yells over the commotion for everyone to settle down before sulking off to his office and you count the minutes until your shift is over.

The moment the clock hand hits three you are out of there, missing your boss once again shouting over the desks demanding a thank you for half-day of work, and rush out the door and towards the trolleys taking people to the center of town. You hop on the back just as one is leaving, nearly tumbling over your impatient feet before grabbing the copper pole, watching as the buildings get smaller in the distance as you approach the ever growing academy building. Leaping off the trolley, you race inside, taking two steps at a time on the several staircases until you find yourself in front of Viktor’s lab once again.

You rap your knuckles against the door once then twice. On the other side you hear light shuffling and the sound of a metal crutch hitting the floor until the door opens to an exhausted looking Viktor. 

The bags under his eyes have gotten significantly deeper, and his suit quite wrinkled no doubt from hours of hunching over his desk. His face visibly lightens at the sight of you 

“What a welcome surprise. I thought you were coming here after the ceremony.”

You step through, eyes scanning the messy state of his lab, crumbled paper strewn about the floor and varying sizes of metal gears taking up most of his desk.

“I was but my boss let us out early today. A sign of his endless generosity.” You draw out your words, elegantly throwing your hands up, as your boss is anything but generous. Chuckling to yourself, you spin on your back foot towards Viktor, taking in his disheveled appearance, the fluffy spikes pointing in all different directions. “I hope that’s okay.”

He lets out a light laugh, nodding his head. “Of course.” 

Closing the door behind him and settling into his stool pushed to the corner of his desk, the only part that isn’t covered in gears. You saunter over, leaning against the side of the desk, peering at piles of paper with chicken scratch writing that could only belong to Viktor. How he’s able to read his notes is beyond you. One of science's greatest mysteries. 

The desk creaks as Viktor places his elbows upon it, a hand above his brow then dragging it down his face in frustration, shutting his eyes. A low grumble escapes his chest before he blurts out “I just don’t understand.” 

You turn your head slightly, but stay silent and let him continue, and he lets out another dejected sigh. “The professor won’t allow us to present our new technology. We could be changing lives right now.” 

Now you’ve never been very scientifically inclined, but you have learned that much in the field is controlled by shady deals and red tape through Viktor. This must be another one of those cases and Viktor has never been one to care for what he would call “petty office politics” even concerning the Council. 

There isn’t much you can do other than comfort him, so you take his tired hands in yours, rubbing slow circles over his overworked tendons. “I’m sorry Vik.” 

His voice softens, relaxing against your touch. “There's no need to be sorry. It’s not your fault.” 

He momentarily leaves your hold to guide you in front of him, moving his papers and patting the empty spot on the desk. You oblige and gently take a seat as to not disturb the rest of his contraptions. Opening your legs, you scoot his stool closer with your feet, and he smoothly slots in between, head resting against your chest. The soft beating of your heart calms him, and he melts further into you. 

Your hand reaches up to brush through his thick hair, tucking it behind his ear, bending down to whisper, “it will all work out. I’m sure of it.”

He snorts and gives you an incredulous look. “How can you be so confident?” 

Your reply comes easily. “Because I know you. You’ll find a way. You always have.”

Any response he had dies on his tongue and instead he gives you a sheepish smile, cheeks turning slightly red at your compliment. You smile back, leaning forward to give him a chaste kiss which only turns him even more red. He retreats back to your chest, arms circling around your waist squeezing tighter than before. 

Perhaps you are right. All this will work out in the end and he can do what he set out to be. Not merely a scientist chained to create whatever his contributors wanted but someone who actually helps people. Perhaps even help the people of Zaun. Give them the same hope you have given him.

He presses a kiss just above your heart, a promise to you and himself that he will stay true to his dream. 

[eating-plastic]

Headcanons: Maison Talo Punishing his Fem!S/O for ignoring him (SMUT)

Warnings: nsfw (duh), smut (minors and ageless blogs do not touch please and thanks), AFAB!reader, vaginal sex, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex, Maison becomes pussy drunk (yes, I am making that a tag), masturbation, voyeurism, any other warnings that come with fucking a man eating house creature lol, lots of inaccuracies about Maison's anatomy, established relationship, probably some grammatical errors

A/N: Wow, this took me way too long to write, but it's finally done. First things first, I would like to thank @oliviathatgirl for giving me the idea for this as I was starved of ideas for a Maison Talo x reader thingy (pun not intended btw). Secondly, I get it. I took the easy way out when making this. But let's be real here, I don't think anyone knows what trying to have sex with Maison would be like. So yeah, I don't wanna hear it, I know. Let's all just have a little bit of fun and enjoy fiction, got it? Also this is long too, sorry about that. I could've shortened it, but I had already had everything almost written out so I just said "fuck it" lol. I blame the fact that I'm in a fic writing mood. Still, I hope someone out there enjoys this. Cheers!

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🏠-Let's be very clear, you weren't trying to ignore Maison, things just happened

🏠-You were busy. VERY busy

🏠-Be it work, college, or a combination of the two, on top of maintaining your social life, you just would be too tired for any of his romantic gestures

🏠-You felt bad about it, really you did, but Maison would always tell you that it was alright and you believed him. After all, he had his own busy days himself trying to keep himself fed and it wasn't like he was a clingy or needy lover

🏠-This would've been an accurate statement had it been made before you managed to work your way into his life. And that is all because you had managed to introduce him to a new need that wasn't hunger

🏠-And that was love. A sweet, gentle affection that was so foreign to him. Something that he doesn't know if he has experienced it before or even at all, but he does know one thing:

🏠-He revels in it. Both getting and giving it from you and you alone (after getting used to it of course). He just can't get enough of your love and loving you

🏠-It gave him a new purpose that wasn't just keeping himself fed and maintaining his reputation as number 1 realtor in the Uncanny Valley

🏠-As such, the lack of affection was starting to make Maison a bit antsy. A bit on edge, though he didn't blame you about it

🏠-And then one day *poof* you finally had time to yourself. You were so excited you went to tell him the good news...and of course it had to be on a day when he left to scout for a meal

🏠-No matter, you would make yourself comfortable while you waited for him to come back to his house body or a little text telling you to get out as he was coming by with a "potential buyer"

🏠-Meanwhile at a bus station on the edge of the Uncanny Valley, Maison was waiting just out of view to spot an unfamiliar face

🏠-He could sense everything you were doing within him. If he closed his eyes, he could see you putzing around as if you were just in a normal home. If he strained his ears, he could hear you talking to yourself, or singing along to your favorite song, or laughing at a joke said in your favorite TV show

🏠-It never failed to calm him and put him in a good mood. He always worried about your well being due to the many dangers within the Uncanny Valley, so it was nice to know where you were and that you were safe and sound

🏠-It was cute too, watching you. It showed just how much you trusted him. He could just eat you so easily right then and there, not that he ever would. He'd truly rather starve than have it come to that

🏠-You on the other hand, were completely unaware of this ability of his. A fact that was evident by you heading up to the master bedroom for a different way to destress after the long week

🏠-'What harm could it do?' you thought, while shucking off your shorts and panties. Sure, it could be seen as a little odd to touch yourself in a home that was a living thing, therefore you technically couldn't call it yours despite staying. This house would always be Maison's because it was him. Still, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him

🏠-While you lay on the bed, stroking your clit, your mind drifted to your beloved realtor. You wondered what it would be like to be so intimate with him. Yes, "would be like". You were too embarrassed to initiate it or even bring it up. Hell, from how he ate, you wondered if it was even possible. Of course that never stopped you from fantasizing about it.

🏠-If it was possible, what would having sex with Maison be like? What would he look like under that fancy blazer of his? What would he be like in bed? What would he be into?

🏠-Soft moans fill the room while you continue to imagine the most filthiest scenarios with him

🏠-All the while, Maison was going through his normal routine of reeling in some food for himself. The poor soul, though just as suspicious as they always are with his "offer," he could just see it in this person's eyes that they wouldn't be a difficult meal

🏠-After giving them his card, it would just be another boring waiting game once more. At least that's what he thought until he suddenly tasted something sweet

🏠-It startled him a bit, tasting something out of nowhere. Perhaps you had accidentally dropped a snack for yourself. Yes, that was probably it, poor you. Might as well check on you, he figured

🏠-And that's just what he did, getting quite the surprise when he got a view of you. Pretty, little you moaning so sweetly while your hand played with your soaked pussy, slick dripping onto the bed underneath. So that's what that sweet taste was

🏠-Similarly with love, lust was also foreign to Maison, and yet he was quickly receptive to it. After all, what was lust, if not a different form of hunger?

🏠-Oh how his mind was almost instantly filled with thoughts of what he could do to you. What he wanted to do to you

🏠-The moment his name left your lips while lost in your pleasure, the thoughts of his new meal vanished. He needed to relieve this new hunger he felt

🏠-He needed you

🏠-To say that he hurried back to his house form, would be an understatement. With the mess you were making, each of his strides grew faster. He would've loudly slammed the front door behind him, had he not have a sliver of self control tell him it would be better to catch you off guard

🏠-After all, didn't you deserve a little bit of a startle for what you've done to him? You had gotten him so unbelievably worked up, and after being denied giving and getting your affection too

🏠-While Maison quietly made his way up to the master bedroom, you were slowly reaching your peak. Your moans grew in volume as rubbed away at your clit. Just a few more strokes would tip you over the edge. Just a few more-

🏠-"My my, what's this?"

🏠-Your eyes shoot open and you rip your hand away from your dripping cunt. You scramble into a sitting position with your legs crossed, but there was no hiding what you were doing. The longer Maison stares at you, waiting for you to explain yourself, the hotter your face gets

🏠-"M-Maison! W-what I was-! I-I mean I was...just um...," you let out an ashamed, defeated sigh and cover your face with your hands. "I'm sorry."

🏠-Your eyes glance around at everything but the tall realtor in the room. This allows him to prowl his way closer to the bed, gently dragging his fingertips up your leg when he gets close enough. His eyes trail down your body, trying to get a better look at that sweet, little treat in between your legs

🏠-You let out a confused squeak and will up the courage to look back up at Maison, only to have all thoughts freeze as he slowly brings his face closer to yours. So close in fact, that the tip of his nose touches yours

🏠-"This is quite the interesting surprise to...return to," his voice comes out as a low purr. Maybe one day he'd tell you about his ability to spy on you, but if he could have more moments to see you playing with yourself and completely unaware of him watching you, he'll be keeping that to himself for a while

🏠-"I-I'm sorry...I d-didn't mean for you...," you whimper, which causes him to darkly chuckle. Perhaps it was the fact that you were so close to cumming that made you do this, but the sound does cause you to clench around nothing

🏠-"Ah yes, you wanted this to be a little secret. Do it while I was away searching for a little bite to eat, hm," suddenly, his hand grabs your face and holds it firmly, forcing you to look up at him. "I never realized how cruel you could be, my little tenant. How long has it been since I was able to cherish you, hm? Or that you were able to extend me that same grace?"

🏠-You really don't know how to feel. You're still mortified, sure, and yet this whole situation wasn't helping the slick leaking out of your pussy. After realizing that Maison was waiting for you to respond, you breathe out the answer

🏠-"That's right. And this is what you do while I'm still missing you? You cry out about how much you need me while I'm gone? You make such a delicious little mess that you know I can taste?"

🏠-Your eyes widen at that. God, how did that slip your mind? If he can taste the food you drop and the drinks you spill...then of course he could taste...

🏠-"Would you like to know just what I think about all of this, my dear?" he asks, reveling in the cute, little expressions you were making

🏠-You hesitantly nod your head. With that, Maison leans his head towards your ear and takes one of your hands into his own, slowly dragging it down his torso. Once your hand crosses below his waist, you gasp, a noise that causes him to chuckle once more. Not even your fantasies could've predicted that he was that well endowed

🏠-"I think I liked the little show you put on," he purred while rubbing your hand against himself. "But I think I'd like it more if I could indulge in it as well."

🏠-With that, you are pushed back down onto the bed with your hands pinned by your head. Maison moves to hover over you, smirking at your wide eyed expression. Despite the suddenness of it all, you've never been more turned on in your life

🏠-Slowly, he dragged his hands down from your wrists, to your arms, to the curves of your body, until they landed on your thighs. Moving underneath them, he lifts them up, almost pushing your knees against your chest. There was no hiding your sex from him now

🏠-He takes in the sight of it, the sensation of his stare making you squirm in his hold. He then moves one of your legs up onto his shoulder so he can free one of his hands. He wasted no time swiping his fingers through your wet folds

🏠-You gasp and continue to writhe underneath Maison while he toyed with your cunt, settling on having his thumb stroke your clit and his index and middle finger slipping in and out of you. He found that to be most efficient with coaxing your sweet slick out of you

🏠-It was like a drug with how that little puddle underneath you had him addicted. With every passing moment that it grew, the more insatiable he got. It made his pants even tighter too

🏠-You were completely blissed out with his ministrations to your body, and as soon as you knew it, you were right at the cusp of your peak again. You mewl and whine about your impending release, throwing your arms above your head to grip the pillow. With just a few more strokes to that sensitive, little bundle of nerves in between your legs, your vision goes white and you cry out Maison's name

🏠-While you get lost in your orgasm, Maison finally pulls away a bit to take you in. Oh how he revels in your pleasure just as much as you are. Not just because of how good it tasted, but because it was his darling, little tenant getting lost in an ecstasy he administrated

🏠-And he wanted more of it

🏠-Not understanding that your poor body was hypersensitive now, he decides to try something new. If his lure form could experience senses like touch, sight, and sound, then why not try tasting your juices at the source?

🏠-He wasted no time leaning down and hoisting your hips upwards. He then slowly drags his tongue through your puffy lips in an experimental lick, letting out a pleasant hum once he picks up your taste

🏠-A wail leaves your lips as he begins lapping at your pussy, each drag of his tongue making your body jerk in his grasp. You try to wiggle out of it, but your squirming just causes his grip to tighten

🏠-"A-ah-! Too much! P-please, Maison, too much!" you sob, tugging at his rough, gray hair to push him away. At the same time though, you felt the conflicting feeling of wanting him to keep going

🏠-"Aww, you poor thing," he coos once he pulls away from you. "I thought this was what you wanted. That's certainly what it sounded like."

🏠-He moves up your body so that his face is hovering above yours. He then raises a hand to caress your cheek and gently swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. The feeling causes you to nuzzle your face into his palm. Oh how you missed it

🏠-"You can handle a little bit more, can't you my dear?" his voice is as soft as his gesture, coaxing you to agree. And of course you do, from how gentle he was being and the bit of pleading in his eyes

🏠-"Y-yeah, I think I can," you breathe, causing Maison's smile to widen. He then leans down and places a kiss to your lips. You eagerly return it, realizing just how long it really has been since you got to enjoy his affection. You also moan slightly as you also get a taste of yourself. He then pulls away and leaves a final kiss to your forehead

🏠-"Good girl," he purrs, before returning himself back to the position he had in between your legs. There you were once again treated to that conflicting feeling of wanting him to continue and stop all at once

🏠-You continue to whine and keen once you feel his tongue back on you. Despite agreeing that you could handle it, you still writhe in his grasp. Your fingers find his hair again, which you both tug on as a brace and to pull his head closer. You even start grinding yourself against his face as you feel your second orgasm churn within you, your voice spiking in pitch each time his nose brushes your clit

🏠-Maison lets out an amused hum at your action, both from your taste and your desperation to cum again. In fact, in anticipation of feeling your release on his tongue, he begins to grind himself against the bed. The small rushes of pleasure cause him to let out low groans, the floorboards creaking with each one that escapes him

🏠-Of course the vibrations from that cause you to tip over the edge and cum all over his face. Due to it being your second release of the day, the pleasure was intense. Tears seep from the corners of your eyes, an overwhelming bliss flows through your veins, and your body feels like it's floating

🏠-Unfortunately for Maison, he was unable to see you in such a state, too busy indulging himself on your juices once more. He only pulls away from you once he realizes just how worked up he got from simply grinding against the bed. If he continued, he would've spilt himself in his pants, and what a waste that would've been

🏠-While you slowly come down from your high, he finally undoes his pants, allowing his length to spring free. He lets out a sigh from the relieved tension, before taking a moment to actually get a good look at it

🏠-'How interesting,' he thinks, while investigating his cock. It was the same tannish color as his lure form's skin tone, yet the tip was a bit darker. What has him the most curious however, is the whiteish clear fluid beaded from it. He carefully swipes his thumb across it, causing him to hiss and for the house to shift a bit

🏠-He then moves his hand to wrap it around the shaft, feeling how oddly heavy it was against his palm. After getting a feel for the weight, he decides to slowly move his hand up and down, letting out another low groan and another creak. What an interesting kind of pleasure this was

🏠-Your soft gasp pulls him away from his investigation. As his dark eyes lock with yours, he instantly remembers all the things he can do with the length in his hand. Your brain on the other hand was still fuzzy from your intense release, as well as actually seeing Maison's dick. While he wasn't too girthy, he definitely was long, and it was making you actually consider going another round

🏠-Smirking at your wide-eyed expression, he lets himself go and moves back on top of you, hand gently stroking your cheek once more

🏠-"Oh my poor, little tenant. I know it's cruel of me to ask this of you, again," his voice drips in sweetness, yet you can still hear that bit of sleaze that makes your brain tilt in favor of overstimulating yourself again. "May I take you? Indulge in you in a way unlike ever before? Bathe you in ecstasy one more time? Please, my dear?"

🏠-It's a repeat of the same charade he did when his tongue was against your pussy, and you fall for it again. You didn't know how long he could perform it over and over until you finally denied him, but it certainly wasn't now. Carefully, you move to sit up, Maison shifting off of you to give you a bit of space. His face holds the same, soft expression, yet there's a hint of curiosity there as he wonders what you are doing, as well as your answer

🏠-And you give it to him in the form of you removing your shirt and bra, leaving you completely bare in front of him. If you were going to let him take you, why not let him have all of you. Besides, you were getting all sweaty and hot anyways

🏠-Amusement takes over his eyes and smile, hand returning to your cheek. You melt into it and back into your position underneath him. Of course, you should've known he wasn't going to do anything until he heard your response

🏠-"Yes," you decide, despite knowing your body was more hypersensitive than ever before. "Please...take me."

🏠-And that's just what he does. After shifting into position and wrapping your legs around his waist, Maison slips himself inside of you. With every inch pushed into your tight, weeping core, you softly whimper and throw your arms around him to hold him close. The moment his cock is completely sheathed within your warm, velvety walls, your mind goes numb from how deep inside you he was

🏠-To be perfectly honest, he wasn't faring that much better. Just the feeling of you wrapped around him alone was enough for his eyes to close with bliss. It causes him to take a moment to both get used to and savor the sensation. It truly made him wish you both would've tried this out sooner

🏠-After his little break, he finally starts to move in small, shallow thrusts. All the while, he enjoys the cute, little look on your face. Your eyebrows knitted together and eyes closed from overstimulation. Your soft lips parted, with the only sound dripping from them being whines and whimpers

🏠-"Such a pretty, little thing," he muses, fondly, adoration in his eyes. He raises his hand to hold your face, before leaning down to kiss you. It doesn't take long for his tongue to find itself in your mouth and eagerly greet your own

🏠-Suddenly, as if his hips had gotten a mind of their own, he harshly bucks himself inside of you. You moan in surprise from the tip of his cock slamming right into your g-spot, and tighten your grip around him in more ways than one

🏠-Liking the new, rougher pace, in tandem with your pussy constricting his dick, Maison grasps your hips and begins to rut away into your cunt. That poor little, sweet spot inside of you wouldn't be able to the escape the abuse he had in store for it

🏠-To say that your brain is now mush at this point would be an understatement. You can hardly form a coherent thought, and all you can say when he finally broke that delicious kiss is sobs of pleasure. Even as you feel your body building up your third orgasm of the day, you can't get out anymore than stuttered words broken by cries

🏠-Fortunately, Maison can decipher your pleasant sounds and responds to them by quickening the pace. He is going to make sure you cum right on his length at least once today. He needed to feel it

🏠-"That's it," he breathes, another loud creak following. "Just one more, my dear. Just one more for me."

🏠-It only takes a few harsh thrusts for you to become completely spent. Your velvety walls clench around him like a vice and your body jolts in his grasp as your release crashes over you

🏠-From the intense sensation, Maison follows closely behind. With a loud groan, he fills your core with ropes of his cum and the house shakes as if a small earthquake had sprouted

🏠-Eventually, the shaking goes from violent, to a vibration, to a complete still. By that time, you had both come down from your highs and decide to revel in the afterglow. That was truly better than either of you could've imagined it would be

🏠-"Well...that was certainly...something," Maison muses, smiling down at you. You tiredly laugh at his remark. Honestly you couldn't think of any other way to describe what the two of you did

🏠-"Yeah...just...wow," you return his fond smile, before realizing how sticky with sweat your skin was. "Augh, I think I need a bath."

🏠-"Of course. Please, allow me, my dear," he purrs, before puling out of you and fixing himself back in his pants. "You deserve a little rest after being so good for me."

🏠-With a gentle kiss to your forehead, Maison leaves to head to the bathroom. On his way there however, a soft buzzing catches his attention. Ah yes, his phone. That must be the "potential buyer" he was talking with earlier. He answers, but tells them that they would have to check out the house tomorrow

🏠-He had much more important matters to take care of right now

[thathopelessromantic]

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Wings, Mutual Pining, POV Alternating, POV Third Person, explicit sexual content in second chapter, TodoDeku Big Bang 2023, Owls, Getting Together, Nesting

“You’re still coming to stay with me, right?” Izuku asks softly, as if afraid his words will somehow carry away in the wind.

Despite his quiet tone, Shouto still feels the whispered words like a punch to the chest. Somehow, he still thought he would find a way out of this, that Izuku would forget or he would come up with a believable enough excuse that he would let the subject drop.

“Midoriya,” Shouto starts but even as he opens his mouth, he doesn’t know what he can say that he hasn’t already tried. That will make a difference.

Another cool breeze passes around them, ruffling their flight feathers and Shouto sees Izuku shiver. On instinct, he steps closer, already preparing to spread his wings to help protect him from the cold and that’s how Izuku catches him. He steps closer, meeting Shouto’s steps evenly until they’re nearly chest to chest, ducking close as if already preparing for Shouto to wrap his wings around him.

“We’re meant to take care of each other during nesting season, just like you were about to,” Izuku says pointedly. “Please, Todoroki. Let me return the favor.”

My fic for the @tododekubigbang 2023!

[thespilledquotes]

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