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Can I interest you in some silly sex with Simon? 🧎🏻♀️➡️
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Word count: 1k.
CW: nothing really. Just silly sex. Just giggling sex. Just I-need-to-give-this-man-some-humanity sex. Simon is ticklish and you find out, that's the plot.
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You look delectable straddling his hips.
Naked and soft, plump tits sitting prettily in his hands. His thumbs swipe idly around your perked nipples as you ride him slowly, early morning sun peeking through the curtains and lapping at your skin. What a way to wake up, what a sight.
He stares at your lips and how they part for him—something he still has to get used to, though he probably never truly will. How dulcet does his name sound if it’s your voice whispering it, how beautiful your eyes when they take in his face.
Soft hands are pressed on his chest for leverage, and you’re treating him with a view he keeps pinned to the forefront of his brain—gliding your cunt until you’re chock-full of him, stroking yourself until you’re shivering.
He likes it when he’s on top, sure. He’s used to taking the lead and orchestrating every detail, in and out of the job.
But when you allow him to sit back and take it? Hell, sign him up. He’d do it every day. Especially when it’s this lazy sex here, in which you’re canting your hips to cum before he does, giving him the blissful chance of feeling you clench around him when he's still hard.
Goosebumps rise under your nails as they graze down his chest and brush his stomach. Your hands wander blindly on his belly, then his sides, as you clock his eyes with your heavy ones, panting softly, idly—my beautiful, beautiful girl.
But then you inadvertently brush his ribs, and he stiffens—even squirms, and your movements come to a halt.
You blink as conscience returns to you slowly, and the room sinks into tense silence. His cock twitches inside of you when you tilt your head inquisitively, squinting your eyes.
Experimentally, you brush your fingertips against his ribs again, and his biceps flatten to his sides, trapping your hands.
Your eyes widen, and his do the same.
“Don’t.”
You gasp, “Oh my God.”
“Darling, no.” He warns, but you’ve clearly made up your mind already.
Your lips are curled in a smile that promises mischief, and he can only give up, sit back, and count his losses.
“Darling, yes.”
Simon feels your fingers wiggle under the tight press of his arms, but no matter his strength, they're seemingly useless against that playful resolve you're displaying.
His cock is still embarrassingly hard inside you, and Simon reckons it won't soften any time soon. You don’t seem eager to get off him either, thus prolonging the torture with each tiny movement you make.
He inhales sharply and fights tooth and nail to school his expression into neutrality. His eyes are narrowed, and his jaw is locked tight. The only thing giving him away is the flush of his cheeks, getting pinker by the second because he refuses to open his mouth to breathe a much-needed lungful of air. Knowing that if he would, he'd bark a laugh that would proclaim you as the winner of this fight.
He would never.
You roll your hips, then—cheap trick. He unravels with a shaky breath, and his biceps give out enough for you to slip your hands away.
And then, he knows he's done for.
“Cut it out.” He barks, trying to sound stern and miserably failing. He knows because you're laughing even harder.
Your fingers feel like tiny bugs crawling up his sides, and they make his breath catch in his throat.
“Never.” You say, with a grin that scrunches your nose. A smile that would normally make his heart throb, but right now just makes him wish he were a lesser man so he could throttle you.
“Fuckin’-“
You chuckle.
You evil little cunt.
Resistance lasts a few more seconds before he bursts.
It’s not a full laugh that leaves him; more of a wheeze that makes you chortle like a wicked witch. His chest heaves as your fingers frantically tickle his sides. Tries to get you off him by shaking his hips, but that only makes the two of you falter and moan, and then chuckle and catch your breaths.
His shoulders shake in a breathless, choking laugh that pitches upward as you continue with your assault (yes, assault—he is not being dramatic), eyes veiled with tears of frustration and mirth. He shrieks when your hands travel under his armpits—the sound makes you giggle in a way that would have him melt.
“That laugh’s lovely, baby.” You say with a smarmy grin he wishes he could wipe with a kiss, hands unrelenting against his sides. “Sound like a kettle whistling.”
He tries to glower and push you off, but you’re surprisingly strong when you’re focused. Right now, your only goal is to apparently make him hate you—he'd rather be held at gunpoint than being forced to hold in a laugh that makes his stomach hurt.
Simon now looks shockingly harmless, with his cheeks flushed bright red and his voice an octave too high—wouldn't look dangerous if he tried.
“Tea ready, yet?” You add, batting your lashes, because why not rub salt into the already embarrassing wound marring his pride.
It’s that unfathomably stupid joke that finally makes Simon crack. He barks out a laugh that bubbles up his throat, rippling through his stomach so suddenly that you bounce above him. Your own laugh follows soon after, because each time you manage to steal one from him, your heart vibrates with loving triumph.
But still—he is Simon Riley, isn’t he? Member of Task Force 141. Lieutenant in the UK Special Forces, SAS. The Ghost. There is some pride in there, one he'd like to keep intact.
He tries to recollect his breath, sniffling, and his arms shoot out to wrap around your waist. He rolls onto his side, taking you with him.
It’s then that you find yourself in a position of utter disadvantage, on your back with your big brute of a boyfriend holding you down. You’re wide-eyed and still smiling with barely contained giggles, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn't make his heart soar.
Sure, he’s panting, still proper flushed and apple-cheeked, with shivers wrecking his spine and unshed tears in his eyes—but he takes great pride in having won yet another fight (again, not overreacting at all, if you ask him).
He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.
You fix him with a look. “Simon, no.”
Before you can add more to your complaint, he rams his cock into you until your chest stutters, your lips mouthing around a shaky breath he drinks dry with a wet kiss.
He fucks you into the mattress, then—once, twice, until the remnants of laughter vanish from your face and you’re trembling in bliss, eyes rolled back under heavy eyelids.
He places a sloppy kiss down to your collarbone.
“Simon, yes.”
#does this fall in the Awkward Simon Riley?#nah he's just a guy#silly sex is my fav sex if it involves emotionally unavailable men#theo drabbles#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty modern warfare#cod#cod mw2#fanfic#ghost x reader#smut#cod smut#x reader#cod fluff#give the man some fluff
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❦ IDLE HANDS (Kuroo x f!reader)
Shameless, you think. Unsure if you mean him or yourself when you narrow the distance between you two.
a/n: little something for @husbandograveyard ♡ writing this made me a Kuroo girlie. i get it now. i really, REALLY do. also when i started writing this i was aiming for 1k or so idk what possessed me but here we are. maybe listening to bouncy while writing this wasn't the best idea (lie)
tags: f!reader, mild enemies to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, shameless flirting, food mention, bit of a slow burn, they're so in love your honor
wc: 3.7k
Kuroo Tetsuro is a heartthrob.
With his stupid messy hair and his stupid rolled up sleeves, showing off his stupid toned arms while he’s mumbling stupid sweet things to your favorite cat that’s currently coiling underneath his stupid big hand, getting the best belly rubs of her life from the looks of it.
It’s not like you’re jealous or something, no; it’s just that you’ve been coming to this cat café for a year now and you thought you and the calico shared a special bond. Maru, who is just as her name implies, very round and very soft, has been sitting and purring by your side while you spend hours typing page after page of your next book. She’d also stretch out all over your laptop and remind you to take a break when you’ve been going at it for hours. Yes, it took you some bribery to win her heart but over the past months she really warmed up to you. Wow, she usually isn’t this friendly with people, you remember the café owner say once.
What a blatant lie.
Your peace has been disturbed. A slight shift in the universe when he showed up for the first time merely a week ago. It was easy to remember him, because he was sitting in your spot with your favorite cat purring in his lap, looking like he didn’t have a single worry in the world except maybe that untamed hair of his (and even this was kind of charming, you had to admit begrudgingly).
Sharing usually wasn’t a big deal for you–until it was. You come to this cat café almost every day, feeling much more inspired to write here than in the shoebox you call your apartment at the other end of town. Your landlady doesn’t allow pets, so this place has been a lifeline in the tiring times of deadlines and rejected book deals. At the end of the day there was always a cat rubbing against your legs, reminding you that not everything was bad and that no matter how severe things got, there was always a kitty waiting to be picked up.
You hold this place very dear to your heart, a secret gem you felt a need to protect. It is hidden away in a side street, far from the hectic buzz of the city. The interior is cozy, it isn’t too big and the owner, an elderly lady with candy cotton hair and knuckle tattoos, lives upstairs and treats the place like her second living room with all six of her cats. There’s never too many other guests around and in the corner seat by the window you can unravel your thoughts quietly. It feels homey, something you haven’t felt in a long time.
But now there is an intruder in a business suit and you didn’t really know how to deal with that new found irritation.
“That’s my spot.”
Balancing your laptop, notebook, a slice of carrot cake and a hot drink in one hand, all manners aside, you point at the stranger with your other. In your right mind you know it is rude to point at people, but to be fair he kinda started it by sitting where you rightfully belong. His eyes, a certain gleam in them, follow your movement down to the cat curled up on top of his thighs. With the amount of cat hair sticking to his suit pants you could only pray for him that he had a lint roller somewhere at his desk.
He cocks his head to the side, giving you a boyish smirk that maybe would make your heart skip a beat if it wasn’t for his audacity.
“Usually I ask someone’s name first and take them on a few dates before I let them sit in my lap, but I guess I can make an exception,” he replies and you never in your life before wanted to strangle someone so badly. If that wasn’t already worse enough, the tuxedo cat lifts its small head and slowly blinks at you before jumping down from his lap, as if it was trying to make space for you. My bad, didn’t know this seat was taken. Here, girl, you have it.
For once in your life you’re too stunned to speak. You watch the stranger check his watch and let out an almost inaudible sigh before he grabs his backpack (one that looks like he has had it since high school) and stands up to full height. He’s in your space now and you have to crank your neck slightly to meet his eyes. Mentally you’re adding stupidly tall to your list of things you hate about him.
“Gotta get back to work. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
True to his words he is there the next day, too. This time around you managed to secure your spot by the window, three cats idly sleeping next to you on. You’ve been stuck on a paragraph for almost an hour now when the doorbell chimes and his figure appears at the counter. The cats look up with interest but you force yourself not to pay any attention to him, which is hard when his order is literally “I’ll have whatever she is having”, followed by a nod in your direction and this cheeky smile again.
This damn smile.
“You didn’t strike me as a dirty chai drinker,” you deadpan when he takes a seat at the table next to yours. The café is almost empty around this time of the day, which is no surprise since most of the workers in this district are having a hearty meal for lunch and not whatever sweet delicacies this place is offering.
He peels himself out of his suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. The same cat as yesterday jumps into his lap immediately after he sits down, giving you a look of “if you don’t want him, I’ll take him” and you almost roll your eyes. Kuroo (you learn his name from the ID he is wearing around his neck) seems to notice and he grins at you.
“Then what did I strike you as?” he asks, his chin resting in one hand while his other finds the soft fur of the kitty, stroking it gently.
You look him up and down, now taking your time while stretching out the silence between you two. Only the purring of the cats and the soft music in the background could be heard. At first glance he seems like your typical office worker in the three piece suit who spends his time filling out spreadsheets and drinking cheap vending-machine coffee from the conbini next door. Everything a little rumpled, himself included, someone so used to tristesse he doesn’t even notice it anymore.
Only at second glance do you notice the small wrinkles around his eyes, not from age but from laughter. The dimples when he smiles down at the tuxedo cat in his lap, now showing off its belly. His calloused hands, atypical for an office worker, more like you’d see them at craftsmen or athletes. Something in his eyes that radiates warmth and an air of calm confidence. None of it is unpleasant.
“If I had to guess, maybe three espresso with a pump of caramel and honey,” you say, more to yourself than to him. Kuroo looks at you in surprise before barking out a laugh. You hate how you like the sound of it.
It’s the beginning of spring and you award Kuroo Tetsuro the title of the greatest nuisance you’ve ever met.
In the midst of summer, you pity him.
“I’m just saying that maybe you radiate a natural fragrance of catnip,” you say as you stir your iced oat milk latte. Kuroo got you that one when he popped in during his lunch break and saw that your glass must have been empty for a while. By that time you were hunched over your laptop, trying to decipher your notes from last night. You had saved him a seat at your table, but if he asked you, you’d say you just happened to put all your belongings on one chair and nothing more.
The man is swarmed by the cats of the café. They didn’t even bother to hide who their favorite is, rubbing around his legs, sitting pressed to his side or just straight up climbing his shoulders. It would’ve been enviable if he wasn’t already sweating from wearing a suit in the humid heat of the summer month alone.
“Can you get at least one or two off me?” he asks and his tone is close to pleading. It makes you laugh as you stretch out in your light sundress, giving him a look as if you’re contemplating his question.
“I could, but it’s really much funnier seeing you struggle like that. Serves you well,” you chime and pull out your phone, snapping a photo of this moment. You hold it up for him to see, a kitty phone charm dangling from it (they just happened to come in a pack of two and you gifted him one out of generosity, nothing more). He snatches it from your hands and makes a face.
“So you like seeing me suffer, is that how it is?” he snarls at you, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His slender fingers fly over the screen of your phone and you let out a small gasp.
“Don’t you dare delete it,” you huff and grab the orange tabby mercifully off his shoulders so you can lean over him better.
“Relax. I’m only saving my contact info since you never bothered asking me for it despite being my constant for the past three months.”
There was this cheeky smile again. You blame the flutter of your heart on the caffeine and not the way his pupils are dilating when he gazes at you.
He loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt slightly, just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. Suddenly you’re very aware of how close you’re leaning over at him. Kuroo gives you a little glance from the corner of his eyes and taps the now revealed side of his neck.
“What do you say? Do I really smell like catnip?”
Shameless, you think. Unsure if you mean him or yourself when you narrow the distance between you two. You can feel the heat radiating off him and for a brief moment you wonder what it would feel like to press open mouth kisses on his skin. Your eyes flutter shut as you engrave this moment into your heart.
“Definitely irresistible,” you murmur once you pull back–reluctantly, as if a hidden part of you ached to be in his proximity, in the inside of his soul.
By autumn you miss him on the days when he was gone.
He traveled quite a lot. You didn’t know one would need to be on the road so much for something as simple as volleyball (you can imagine the look he’d give you over this). But he was passionate about it and that’s also something you liked about him. The way he talks about the sport holds so much love and you wonder what it would feel like to be loved by a man like Kuroo Tetsuro.
Gentle, you think. Honest. Treasured.
A tap against the window pulls you out of your thoughts and when you look up, you're met with a pair of honey glazed eyes. Whatever he sees when he looks at you, it’s making him grin from ear to ear before he hurries towards the entry door, eager to meet you again.
Kuroo is holding up a bag, some brand of sweets from Hokkaido he’s been texting you about, but you didn’t think he’d actually go so far and bring you some. He sounds breathless when he speaks, as if he rushed all the way to get here and when he keeps on rambling, you order him and yourself a hot matcha boba and a chocolate mousse to share.
The cats are happy to see him back too, and you laugh when you help him take his scarf off before some kitty claws can tangle up in it. It was a precious gift after all, one you knitted for him, under the feeble excuse of “keeping my hands busy helps me come up with ideas for my writing process”. It makes you happy to see him wearing it, and the color makes you feel as if you took the red string of fate connecting you two and turned it into something to help him stay warm.
You think a lot about kissing him now. Sometimes your hands would brush against each other on the table, neither of you pulling away. He spends his lunch breaks with you and comes to pick you up from the café in the evening, walking you to your station. The two of you still bicker at each other, but underneath lies a certain kind of softness, one that feels too fickle to put it into words just yet but also too bright to ignore. The leaves of the trees are falling and so are you.
With winter comes snow and the quiet realization that maybe, just maybe, it’s unadulterated love.
You spend a lot of time huddled together in the corner by the window now. He looks over your shoulder when you type on your laptop, one arm resting idly on the back of your chair, fingertips brushing against your spine sometimes. You don’t think he even notices when he lets them run up and down there. Often you forget which cups on the table belong to who but it doesn’t matter since you order the same things anyway and because this could count as an indirect kiss, right?
On some days he’d just close his eyes and laze next to you, with his head resting on his folded arms on the table and your fingers idly weaving through his hair, before he had to hurry back to work. On others he would tell you excitedly about a special match he was organizing and you can hear the pure joy in his voice. It’s contagious.You get them now, the cats. How drawn they are to him, like chasing sunbeams.
He spells L-O-V-E on your back with his fingertips and something inside of you softens.
Then there’s snow, more snow than you’ve ever seen in your entire life, and Kuroo comes to pick you up early, the tip of his ears bright red and his cold hands seeking yours to warm them up.
“I’m really sorry but I’m closing the shop early today,” the café owner apologizes and puts a box of cinnamon rolls for you on your table. “You two kittens better hurry and get home, too. On the radio they said they’re gonna shut everything down soon.”
It can’t be that bad, you think. But when Kuroo and you stand in front of the closed station, it dawns on you that maybe you’ve underestimated the amount of snow a teeny tiny bit. You huddle a little closer to him for warmth and to shield yourself against the snow as you pull out your phone.
“If there’s no more trains running, I better start looking for a place to stay. With some luck there’s still a few vacant rooms in the hotels nearby…”
Kuroo puts a hand over your screen and gives you a stern look when you open our mouth to protest.
“You can crash at my place for the night. I live close by," he mutters and it doesn’t really leave room to decline his offer. Maybe it’s not really an offer to begin with; more of a silent pleading to stay. Not just for the duration of the snowstorm, but forever maybe.
His place is just like you imagined it would be like. Not overly spacious but it feels like a home in every corner. There’s photos on the wall, back from when he was a kid to his high school and college years, and pinned with a magnet to the fridge is also a polaroid he took of you back in summer. In it you’re laughing about something silly he said and you’re holding up two cats at once, one strap of your sundress almost slipping down your shoulder. You still remember how he fixed it for you because you didn’t have a hand free and how his fingers lingered for longer than necessary.
You hope one day he won’t pull his hand away anymore.
The apartment is certainly not messy but you can see he lives in this place, with some papers scattered across the coffee table and the unmade bed and the slightly concerning stock of buldak noodles in the kitchen shelves (in which you peeked out of curiosity into while he was in the shower). You imagine yourself living here, too. Maybe you’d get a cat on your own and plants for the balcony once this winter was over.
The laundry machine rumbles quietly in the background after you step out of the bathroom, too. It wasn’t just the steamy shower that had your cheeks feel hot, it was also his clothes that he put out for you, with his scent lingering on them and engulfing you softly. Kuroo appears with two cups from the kitchen and pauses when he sees you, his mouth opening and closing again as his eyes flicker over your form. He doesn’t want to stare but also he does want to stare, wants to drink you in and memorize every detail of this moment.
You can see his Adam's apple bop slightly when he swallows and nods over to the couch, and it’s at this moment that you know you’re not leaving this apartment again before every inch of your skin has been plastered in kisses.
“It’s not as good as the one’s at the café but I tried my best for my special guest,” he laughs quietly when he hands you your cup, his fingers brushing against yours. The hot chocolate looks impossibly sweet, with whipped cream and sprinkles on top (they’re not ordinary sprinkles, you realize, but tiny cat shaped ones), and the first sip would’ve been enough to send you in some higher spheres if you weren’t in a state of bliss due to his proximity already. You put the cups to cool down on the coffee table and sink into the couch.
Outside the snow is falling relentlessly, muffling the sounds of the outside world and opening up a new one, right here in these four walls.
In his arms.
Without realizing you both settled down in your now familiar positions, only closer this time. Huddled next to each other, with one of his arms around your shoulder drawing you nearer to him. It feels natural, the way your head comes to rest against his shoulder and your legs thrown over his lap, the two of you sharing a blanket.
He’s warm. Kuroo is so warm.
And when he presses a fleeting kiss on top of your head it’s like everything is falling in place; the months of pining and yearning and unspoken desire. In the midst of a snowstorm both of your hearts are set ablaze, with a tenderness you haven’t experienced in this lifetime before. You sure hope he will find you in the next and the one after that as well because you never want to miss his embrace ever again.
“That’s my spot,” you murmur and Kuroo laughs, the kind with his head tilted back and his chest rumbling. His grip around you tightens and he pulls you impossibly closer, till you’re really in his lap now, your head tucked under his chin.
“Damn right it is.”
You can feel his heart drum, or maybe it’s your own that’s doing somersaults–either way, it’s the same rhythm, a steady thrumming and rattling, begging to be felt. Time seems to freeze at this moment and you’re both quiet. Cat’s got your tongue. Kuroo has both arms around you now, and one of his hands settles on your waist, at the part where your sweatshirt is bunched up a little. His thumb draws small patterns against your bare skin, his touch featherlight and gentle.
You lift your head, only enough so you can catch his gaze. For the first time in your life you understand what it means to have your heart in your throat, because he takes your breath away with a simple glance. His other hand comes to rest against your cheek, cupping your face softly while his grip around your waist tightens a fraction.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he mutters and you can see his sharp teeth flash in the corner of your eyes when he laughs.
“Like what?” “You know what.” “I think I’ll need to have it spelled out for me.”
He laughs again and this time he leans in closer till his breath is fanning over your skin and everything is happening all at once. Honey and caramel eyes asking you to drown in them. The heat of his body mingling with yours. Your fingers playing with the shaved part of hair in the back of his neck, sending small shivers down his spine.
“Oh, I’ll spell it out for you alright.”
Kuroo kisses you with all the gentleness of the world. It feels as natural as if he had done this countless times before, as if he had kissed you in every life prior to that. He hums into the kiss and smiles when your lips part for him so willingly, and then he deepens the kiss in a way that makes you forget your name for a heartbeat or two.
Sweet, you think. Soft and saccharine. And warm. So warm. The same what loving Kuroo feels like.
#hq x reader#haikyu x reader#haikyuu x reader#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo fluff#hq fluff#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu reader insert#haikyuu imagines
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Sharing Can in Fact Lead to Caring
Sometimes Billy doesn’t need Solomon. Sometimes, Billy just says whatever that comes off the top of his head, it can be surprisingly helpful at times. (Billy doesn’t realize most of them are just coming to their dad figure for advice)
Such as the time Wonder Woman came to him concerned about time dilation. When Solomon explained what that meant, he had a pretty good idea of what she was talking about. Basically, she was worried about the afterword of the Justice League and her friends and how she would outlive them all. He brought her ice cream and they talked it out. In a way, he supposed he understood her. Billy couldn’t remember his mom or dad’s faces or personalities. He only had Captain Marvel to go off of and he guesses Mary, but she looks more like a young version of their mom. In the end, after much talking and trying to show he understands her worries, she seemed to be doing better.
Then, there was a talk with J’onn. The Martian had confided in not feeling at home with the humans. Not that he blamed him. J’onn had lost his home. So, Billy talked with him. Again, sort of relating. The way the Martian described missing his planet, reminded Billy of how he’d missed his parents. By the end of the talk, the Martian seemed to feel a little lighter after it.
Then, there was this kid.
Little Girl: *sitting on a bench alone*
Marvel: “Hey there, miss. Where are your parents?”
Little Girl: *stares* “There not here.”
Marvel: “Why’s that?” *sits down next to her*
Little Girl: *shrugs*
Marvel: “Well, then do you have any guardians?”
Little Girl: “I think so, but I don’t really like her. She’s mean. I don’t think she likes me or my foster siblings.”
Marvel: “Oh? You’re from foster care?”
Little Girl: *hesitantly nods head*
Marvel: “And I’m guessing you ran away?”
Little Girl: *nods again* “Are you going to tell on me?”
Marvel: “No. I ran away from my foster homes all the time.” *shrugs, doesn’t know why he’s saying this but might as well go with it*
Little Girl: “You did?”
Marvel: “Yeah. They were all terrible. And the ones that weren’t terrible were just neglectful.”
Little Girl: “What does neglectful mean?”
Marvel: “It means not paying attention to something. Like for example, I had this foster parent who would go days without coming home, leaving me and the other kids to have to feed ourselves. She wasn’t paying attention to us or our needs.”
Little Girl: “That’s sad.”
Marvel: “Yeah, it is. So, why did you run away from your foster home?”
Little Girl: “The lady who adopted me throws stuff when she gets mad. She’s mad a lot.”
Marvel: “That sucks. I had a foster home like that too. He would throw a bottles, forks, books, whatever he could get his hands on.”
Little Girl: “You did? Did you think it was scary?”
Marvel: “Yeah.”
*silence*
Marvel: “You know, a friend of mine got adopted recently.”
Little Girl: “Really?”
Marvel: “Yeah, he’s been with them for about half a year now. He says they’re great. They’ve been fostering kids for a while apparently too.”
Little Girl: “That sounds nice.”
Marvel: “It is. Do you want me to ask about it?”
Little Girl: “Huh?”
Marvel: “Do you want me to ask him if there’s any spots open?”
Little Girl: *stares for a bit* “Yeah.” *stomach growls*
Marvel: “Alright, then I will. Now, how long have you been on the streets?”
Little Girl: “Oh uhm… a couple days.”
Marvel: “Come on, let’s get you something to eat.” *stands up*
Little Girl: “Really?” *hops off the bench*
Marvel: “Yeah. You feeling chili dogs or tacos? Those are the only two vendors I know that’ll give me something free.”
Little Girl: “Tacos, please.”
Marvel: “Alright then- uh, my bad. I never asked your name?”
Little Girl: “Oh uhm it’s Darla.”
Marvel: “Darla? Alright then Darla.” *fatherly ahh smile* “Let’s go get you some food, ‘kay?”
So ya. He met Darla. She’s a sweet kid. He would need to ask Freddy more about the Vazquez situation. Hopefully, just hopefully, they could squeeze the little girl into their family.
Also, uh… I guess in this AU, Freddy met the Vazquez and got adopted because he went back into foster care for a bit for whatever reason. There, he got adopted into the family. Darla joins after him for this post to work.
#billy batson#dc captain marvel#shazam#captain marvel dc#fawcett city#fawcett comics#fawcett#j’onn j’onzz#martian manhunter#freddy freeman#darla dudley#wonder woman#diana prince
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roles reversed
toxic!paige x toxic!reader
warnings: smut, sub!paige, reader pushed paige into a wall, toxic toxic toxic situationship (LEAVE THEM IT NEVER ENDS WELL)
based on this req
"we be on some toxic shit, but i cannot get off this bitch"
forever (lil baby ft. fridayy, 2022)
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this girl got me fucked up.
"so let me get this straight." i asked, rubbing my temples because paige was giving me a fucking migraine. "you thought that i had a thing for your teammate.... so you FUCKED SOMEONE ELSE?"
"okay when you put it like that-"
"THERES NO OTHER FUCKING WAY TO PUT IT PAIGE!" i was full on screaming at this point. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT I'M NOT NOR AM I GOING TO FUCK SOMEONE ELSE?"
"bro stop yelling at me."
she was making demands right now?
oh she has life all the way fucked up.
"get the fuck out paige." i shook my head and began to walk to my room.
i had to just end it.
that situationship shit was for the fucking birds and i had to protect my peace because if i handled it was gonna end up in fucking prison.
"baby no, let's talk about this."
"oh i'm baby now?" i scoffed at this. "was i baby when you were fucking that girl? was i baby when you chose not to ask the simplest fucking question, and instead chose to step out on the rule that you created?" i asked walking closer to her, with my fists clenched because at that point...
i needed that.
"or am i only baby when you need a rough fuck?" her eyes flicked from mine to my lips, which only further irritated me. "am im only baby after you've called me every other name in the book?" her tongue darted out against her bottom lip as i finally reached her, standing directly in front of her, daring her to break the eye contact i'd established. "you only want me when no one else is willing to let you do shit we do." i shoved her, making her stumble.
"yo." she says, still holding eye contact. "chill out."
yeah i'm finna whoop her muhfuckin ass.
"bro on my mama you got me fucked up." i muttered and start pushing her as hard as i could, saying whatever came to my mind.
"you wanna fuck bitches now?" shove "that's what you wanna do?" shove "you wanna fuck them and then come here and fuck me like im just an afterthought?" shove "get the fuck out!" and then finally her back met the wall next to my door and i felt like i'd accomplished something.
....that was until she put me in a bear hug, making it damn near impossible to move. "y/n, stop bro!"
i used all my strength and ripped myself out of her hold. "NO YOU STOP!" i yelled. "do you have any idea how fucking annoying you fucking are bro?" i asked trying to catch my breath. "how the fuck do you sit there and make the 'no fucking other people' rule and then turn around and break it? you fucking slut."
"i'm a slut?" she asked, smirking a little, but at this point i didn't give a damn. i was gonna say what i needed to say and then be done with this whole thing.
"yes. a slut. a whore. whatever you wanna call yourself." i said, crossing my arms. "you never wanted to be exclusive. you just wanted me to be yours and only yours. but you wanna go give away everything that's mine. you're community pussy at this point."
she practically howled at that. "community pussy is crazy." this bitch was laughing in my fucking face-
next thing i knew i was running towards her ready to molly whop her ass.
"okay! okay! chillchillchillchill!" she put her hands up before i got to her, which made me stop. "what can i do to fix this?"
easy.
"ask me to be your girlfriend."
"anything but that."
this is exactly why i was trying to smack her. because she's one of them dumb hoes. she just said 'what can i do?'...
just stupid.
all of a sudden an idea hit me.
"let me fuck you." i crossed my arms and smirked because i knew she would give me the upper hand if i wanted it.
paige wasn't a stone top. she was a switch, she just didn't do it often because i was the og pillow princess. but not today. today i was gonna do what she'd been doing to me for almost 6 months.
ruin her.
"oh?" she grinned. "you wanna top me baby?"
"i really wanna beat your ass but martin luther king said violence isn't the answer and i listen to my ancestors... so yes, this will do."
she chuckled a little which irked the fuck out of me but then she plopped on the couch and manspread. "do your worst."
she had no fucking idea what my worst was.
i climbed in her lap and her hands moved to my ass but i quickly shut that down and pinned them to the couch on either side of her. then i proceeded to take her shirt and sports bra off so that her top half was completely bare.
i took a moment to admire her. leaving paige alone would have honestly been so much easier if she was ugly but unfortunately, she's hand crafted by jesus himself, so here i was... delusional and pissed off again.
i start with her neck, soft kisses at first, then as i felt her breathing pick up i switched to longer, more sensual movements and grind into her lap, smiling at the way her hips buck up. i place a hand on her collarbones and slide them down to her tits, kneading them and relishing in the whimpers escaping paiges lips.
she tried to close her legs as my hands travel further down her body.
"spread your legs." i demanded.
she blinked a few times, her blue eyes finding mine. she looked like she couldn't comprehend what i was saying, but when i slid my hand across the space of her lap between us, she complied, eagerly spreading her legs for me.
a soft sigh from her lips as my hands slipped past the waistband of her briefs and grazed her core.
"yes, fuck," she breathed out, arching into my fingers that ran circles around her clit. so impatient. a moan fell from her lips as i sped up my pace, making her legs spread further as she chased her orgasm.
which she seemed desperate for. that much was obvious by how gloriously wet she was for me.
she gripped the cushions of my couch, moaning even louder when i slid two fingers into her.
"right there" she breathed rolling her eyes closed as i hit her spot. she moaned especially loud when i curled my fingers into her. i felt her legs grow tight under me, which made me want to smile with pride for myself.
"how you feel p?" i felt her tighten around my fingers as i spoke.
"close- im so close and- shit - it feels so good." she breathed out, chest rising and falling with each breath.
i curled my fingers deeper inside of her to hit that spongy spot and soaked in the cry she let out.
then i slid out of her. leaving her hanging.
"now how do you feel?" i asked.
the look on paiges face was murderous and pained at the same time. like she hated this but she was gonna put up with it anyway.
"like you're not done yet."
i smiled. "not even close babe." i patted her thigh, stepping off of her lap. "go to my bed and wait for me."
as i sauntered off into my hallway closet to t get he batteries i needed, i heard the soft patters of paiges sock covered feet hurrying to my bedroom.
i grabbed the batteries and walked into my room to find paige sitting at the foot of my bed, rid of her bottoms, feet tapping the ground in what, im assuming, anticipation.
i moved so i was standing directly in front of her, grabbing her jaw and pulling her into a kiss that even had me ready to let this whole thing go.
luckily though, i had enough willpower to pull away and walk to my night stand.
"lay down for me p." and she did.
watching her like this was almost painful. bare, toned body layed out on my bed, and she was doing everything i'd asked without a second thought.
i lived for this shit.
i was pulled out of my thoughts when paige asked what i was gonna do.
great fucking question.
i took my time, looking in the drawer of my nightstand, which held all of the things paige had often used to bring me to my highest points.
not that she need them.
i decided to keep it simple and nabbed the black bullet shaped toy then made my way back to the gorgeous piece of woman that was losing her mind in my bed.
"legs wider apart." i heard her breathe sharply as she drummed her fingers on her toned stomach.
she was excited which made me feel a little bit better about what i was about to do.
setting the toy down on bed beside paige, i knelt down so i was face to face with her core that was still primed from her denied orgasm earlier.
god she was sooooo... FUCK.
"you're always acting like i'm just a quick fuck to you p." i ran two fingers up her folds, ignoring the whimper she let out, "and i don't know why." i slid a finger into her and leaned down so i fell face first into her pussy.
her eyes rolled back as i rubbed circles on her clit and pumped in and out of her with increasing speed.
her back arched off the bed when i added a second finger and attached my lips to her clit, sucking lightly but i used my free hand to hold her hips her place.
i pulled back long enougt to say "watch."
with hooded eyes she stares down at me like i had hung the moon and stars myself.
as she fucking should.
loud moans echoed around the room as she leaned further into my touch and i knew she was getting close.
but she wasn't getting off that easy.
she whined my name the second i'd stopped touching her.
but i only laughed as turned it on the vibrator, giggling when her previously shut eyes flew open.
"baby-" she was cut off by her own gasp, jerking forward when i tapped the vibrator against her clit.
"don't. cum." standing up so i was looking down at her i asked the million dollar question. "i wanna know why you don't wanna be my girlfriend." i murmured, teasing her her folds. "just give me your point of view."
i knew how she was feeling because i'd been in this very position so many times before. I knew she probably couldn't even think straight, let alone speak, but that wasn't gonna stop me from fucking with her.
she whimpered as i dipped the vibrator inside of her.
"speak, paige." i demanded, sliding the toy back out of her, only to run it over her puffy clit earning me a frustrated groan.
"because you're you and i'm me- shit-" she moaned, arching off the bed again as i held the vibrator softly on her clit. "w-we're just- fuck- so different and i don't wanna..." she trailed off when i applied more pressure.
"don't what?" i forced out, admiring the way her hands were gripping my sheets.
when she didn't answer me i turned the vibration up a notch, soaking in the moans and whimpers she gave me.
"please," she pleaded as her legs began trembling.
"you just have to give an answer paige and i'll let you cum." i replied, turning the vibrator up again.
with a deep moans she finally gave in. "i don't wanna lose you" she basically sobbed.
that's all i needed.
"cum for me paige."
her eyes slammed shut and her head flew back as her whole body shook. guttural moans left her throat as she fell apart in front of me.
it was beautiful, really.
when she'd ridden her orgasm out, i tossed the vibrator on the bed and laid between her legs that wrapped around my waist. kissing her deeply, and pushing her hair out of her face, i fought the smile that was forming.
right now wasn't about proving my point. it was about grounding paige.
her eyes were glazed over as she stared at the ceiling, catching her breath. and then after a few seconds, her hands slithered around my waist, under my shirt.
with a sigh, she her eyes met mine and she began talking. "of course i want you to be mine. i think.... i think i'm just scared i'm gonna fuck it up and you're gonna be done with me for real."
"you're gonna lose me regardless if you don't figure this shit out p." i said, pulling up so i was straddling her naked body. "i can't keep doing this shit. this was never just sex and you going out doing whatever with whoever is fucking me up a little."
"i know mama." she said, pulling me back so i was flush against her chest, hugging me tightly "i'm gonna work on it, i swear."
and even though it sounded nice in the moment, i knew she was full of shit. she'd never change, and i knew it.
but a piece of me never wanted to stop trying.
niyah speaks may this type of love never find you guys
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hii omg out of curiosity... could u do a scara with a bratty virgin reader who teases him too much thinking she can get away with it. if that suits ur tastes that is 😊😊
Of course! I may not fit the entire idea of a brat myself, but I've been told I can act a little cunty now and then so I think I can do this one fairly well.
Scaramouche was just another annoying superior you had to obey. All the harbingers were pretty much the same in the aspect that they viewed YOU as lesser than. Which technically you were by law of Snezhnaya but that wasn't YOUR fault. You were only stuck working as a subordinate for the height deficient harbinger called The Balladeer because your stupid slut mother had gambled away a HUGE loan while she was pregnant with you and instead of taking responsibility, she fled the country and hadn't been seen since you were like 6.
But the fatui weren't just going to forgive a debt that large simply because of a disappearance. No.
A group of fatuus soldiers had knocked on your grandparents door one day, led by Scaramouche. They were given three options.
1: Pay off their daughter's debts.
2: Die.
Or three...
"Give the oldest girl over and have her work it off in her mother's name." Was what the pretty faced yet slick tongued bastard had said.
Your grandparents had recently been put in charge of your half brother too as authorities had taken him from your mother's home due to excessive drug use on her part. He was just a little kid, barely 4. YOU on the other hand were now a young lady. A young adult.
He needed your grandparents.
You had had a wonderful childhood already.
And so you bowed your head and agreed to go back with The Balladeer and his cronies to the fatui headquarters and officially join the ranks.
It wasn't that bad actually. Scaramouche didn't actually seem to care or not if you didn't do your job. But you were clearly the only exception as you often watched him treat others with a cruelty that bordered on ruthlessness.
Not that it was your problem.
You often sauntered into his office late at night to chat with him. Not that he ever stopped you.
"Hey Scara what's up? Ugh you really should get better lighting here. It looks so ominous!" You bitched as you hopped up onto the edge of his rather grand looking desk and looked down at him while he worked.
"Hey let's hang out for a bit! That stuff is just boring work things anyway! I never do mine!"
He grunts.
"I know."
You pouted as you tried to scoot a little closer to him.
"ugh you're so lame today! And here I thought a harbinger as mighty as yourself could multi-task easily! It appears I was mistaken!"
Scaramouche rolled his eyes at your behavior.
"leave. I'm busy right now."
You were feeling agitated now.
"no! I've been waiting all day to hang out and now you're ignoring me!?" You turn completely around so your legs fell over on his side of the desk now. Crossing my arms as I stubbornly stand my ground.
"I'm not moving until you at least look at me you stupid meanie!" You whined.
The pen in Scaramouche's hands suddenly snapped in half. Ink splashing across the tabletop caught your attention.
"I said leave."
"make me!* You stick out your tongue and pout even more at his tone.
"it's not like you're actually gonna punish me for being here like anyone else! Stop being such a big meanie!"
Suddenly his hand was around your throat.
"Is that what you tell yourself bitch? How amusing." He squeezed your neck. Just enough to make you dizzy as you felt Scaramouche rip open the front of your buttoned white blouse.
His eyes quickly looked you over with a predatory hunger.
"you're alright I guess. For a human anyway. You'll do."
You squeak in terror as he tears off your bra next. Gently running his fingertips across your nipples and causing them to harden. as your breath hitches in your throat, you feel an unfamiliar warmth in your panties at the sensation.
He then shoved you back onto the table top.
"h-hey what are you doing? Stop this at once!" You squeak anxiously. Being almost frozen in fear as you feel Scaramouche roughly lift up your shirt and expose your panties to his smug looking gaze.
"what? Not so tough now that you finally realize how insignificant you are?"
He traces the outline of your wet slit through the dampened fabric.
"how pathetic. Acting all bold and yet you're already shaking and getting excited before I've even touched you."
Scaramouche easily tears away the delicate fabric as he spreads your knees wide for him. He kneels down and closely takes in the sight of your exposed sex. Gently pulling your folds open to give him a better look at you.
You feel his cool breath against your inner labia as you begin to tremble.
Finally something clicks for him.
"oh? I see you've never been had yet. It's almost funny Y/N, at your age? Seriously? What?"
He pinched your clit softly
"too shy?" His raspy tone bordered on a seductive growl as you feel him rub little circles on your pleasure nub.
"ugh it's not like I haven't had chances before! I just didn't care for anyone enough to want to do that stuff!"
Your words were met with a jeering cackle as Scaramouche simply sighed and slowly began to ease two fingers into your unbroken entrance.
A strong ache filled your body as you moaned softly and saw blood drip onto his palm as you struggled to raise your head and see what he was doing at first.
Immediately he shoved your head back down and kept a firm grasp on your throat.
"stay still sweetheart. If you don't relax, it's going to be excruciating."
You felt him begin to slowly start thrusting his fingers in and out of your tight pussy. Successfully popping your cherry as you blushed deeply and tried to muffle your cries using your hands.
He leans down and gives your clit a gentle lick next. Teasing you now as you whimper at the new feeling. More warmth filling your lower abdomen as you feel your legs tremble while Scaramouche continued to lap at your untouched bud. Deliberately trying to draw out the strange rising feeling in your tummy. You cry a little as you finally dare speak.
"Please... stop this... I'll pee!" You wail pitifully as his eyes took on a seductive look.
"That's not what's about to happen sweetie ~ don't worry, you're about to feel really good, I promise ~"
He released your upper body and began to focus more on stimulating your tight cunt as he fingered your sensitive walls and continued to gently suck on your clit. Giving it a little bite now and then that made your legs tremble.
Finally you feel your lower abdomen tighten. Your insides pulse as you feel yourself squirt. Scaramouche swallows every drop almost eagerly as he continues to tongue fuck you through your orgasm.
Only when you lay breathless and exhausted upon the table before him, does he finally free his rather large cock from the confines of his shorts, pressing the tip teasingly at your entrance.
"You were all bark just an hour ago bitch. Now you're just a whimpering mess. What happened?"
You felt Scaramouche slide his dick into your pussy then. The thickness stretching you beyond capacity as you wince and feel yourself whine a little.
"Do you realize your place now cunt? Maybe this will teach you to talk with a little more respect towards your superiors."
He began to slowly thrust into you then. Your oversensitive cunt spasming with every thrust as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.
Scaramouche leaned down to steal a kiss too. Shoving his tongue into your mouth as you held onto him. Swallowing up your cute and girlish moans of pleasure and pain as you dug your nails into his back and felt him quicken his pace.
He fucked against your cervix as he continued to press your knees upwards more as he got closer to finishing. Bringing your knees practically beside your head as he got a little rougher then. Forcing you into a sick mating press position as he claimed your virgin womb for himself.
Scaramouche groaned and bit your bottom lip a little as you felt him pour his hot seed into you after what felt like the longest hour of your life. His sadistic smirk widened as he pulled out of your bloody cum filled cunt.
"This will be your new job from now on. Don't bother refusing. You still owe me a debt. " He stuck his fingers in your dripping depths again.
"however, keep being as obedient as you were tonight and this sweet cunt might just pay it off sooner than you think."
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Made to Be - Extra IV
Read Made to Be here | ~1.8k words
From me: I was just thinking about them (probs because I'm always thinking about school. This take place sometime between January and the second extra (pre-baby stuff). This is just a really quick little thing until I can write something of merit. I believe I'm almost caught up at work. I think I might be able to write something more substantial this week 💕 Thank you for being patient and kind.
Warnings: none, fluffy cute stuff.
Summary: Harry's not the only one who thinks she was made to be a teacher.
May
“I think we should outlaw field trips,” she mumbled sitting beside Harry in the front seat of the bus.
He chuckled. “It will be fun, kitten,” he assured her.
“Fun for you maybe. You got the good group of kids to chaperone.”
“I’ll give y’group a lecture before we split up, angel,” he promised. Harry snagged her hand from her lap and gave it a gentle squeeze. They tried not to be overly affectionate in front of the students because they didn’t want it to be weird...not that it was weird. But it was definitely something in their eyes. “Y’know they only gave y’a tough group because y’can handle it and they love you.”
She sighed. “I know, I know.”
They were dressed comfortably for the history museum trip. Business casual that made Harry think she was modeling for teachers in textbooks. She was so pretty it made his heart skip a beat.
She had been telling Harry how excited she was to go on the trip up until she got the names of the group she was chaperoning. She was especially excited because schools always got great discounts for museums that she generally hated to pay for. But not even the group rate was enough to make her enthusiasm spike. She fiddled nervously with her engagement ring dangling on her necklace. Harry truly outdid himself and wearing the ring on her finger in the city made her nervous so she opted for the necklace so she could tuck it away safely. (But she assured Harry the thought of taking it off made her feel naked.) Until it was tucked away, Harry smiled, self-satisfied as she twisted it on the silver chain. That pretty diamond glittering in the sun coming through the window of the bus made him so happy. The little symbol that they’d be together forever. She was made for him. He was certain.
He almost forgot he was supposed to be comforting her. It was loud behind them. Not excessive, but when forty something students chattered in an enclosed area, it always got a bit loud and also didn’t help his train of thought. “They’ll pull it together for you,” he draped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. The kids would have to deal.
“Aw!” Someone droned. Her cheeks heated briefly but Harry turned in his seat and glared so that the sound was cut off quickly.
“Jus’ show them all y’favorite things,” he shrugged.
“My nightmare is losing a student on a trip,” she sighed. “This is so stressful.”
“They’re not little ones, m’love,” he reminded her. “They can wander a bit and they’ll be okay. S’not like they don’t all go to the mall on their own and whatnot. Plus, I’d never let y’take the fall for losing one of them. We’d find them. M’sure a lot of parents wouldn’t either. But s’not going t’happen.”
She nodded. Then she sighed heavily and squeezed his hand back. “You’re right.”
“Mm, music t’my ears,” he grinned.
“Don’t push it.”
*
But Harry was right. Her group of students who were usually a rough and tumble kind of bunch really got into the trip. At first they were quiet, almost shy. But she acted as if she didn’t notice and told them all about the exhibits they encountered and explained as much as she could. She did her best to connect the displays to their own lives so they would care more.
As such, they walked right along with her and forgot their shyness. They asked intelligent follow up questions after she explained what they were looking at. They followed all her directions and even asked her for more information about the information she told them as they walked through the rooms. She was going to boost their grades when they got back to school with bonus points for being so good and learning at the same time.
The relief was exhilarating.
About part way through the morning, her group of eight needed a bathroom break. She waited outside the bathrooms and checked her phone for any kind of emergency. Harry texted to check in on her, so she answered to let him know how good her group was and how happy she was to be on the trip again.
“School trip?”
She looked up instinctively, the lanyard around her neck was the only thing that marked her as an adult in comparison to her students. Her slightly shorter frame didn’t compare to the boys she taught who often towered over her. She thought she usually looked the part of being a teacher. She felt it was written on her face (or maybe it was the headband with the Treaty of Versailles printed on the fabric and her pencil earrings that gave it away). The man before wasn’t one of her coworkers but he had a lanyard around his neck from a school she hadn’t heard of before.
She nodded. “Oh yeah, drove an hour in,” she cleared her throat awkwardly.
“Same here. About an hour and a half. You’re a history teacher as well?” He asked.
Her students were still in the restroom, so she cleared her throat again and nodded. “Yes, World History.”
“Same here, where are you in the curriculum right now?”
“We just finished up the Industrial Revolution. About to start Imperialism.”
“Fun stuff! You know, one of my students heard you talking about the Enigma exhibit. Said I left out a ton of information that you seemed to know a lot more about.”
She chuckled. “I see, sorry about that,” she smiled politely. “I get a little too into Bletchley Park.”
“Don’t we all.”
“Miss,” one of her students said suddenly appearing from the bathroom with two others. She glanced toward the men’s bathroom but didn’t see any of them just yet. “Can we pop into the giftshop?”
She glanced at her watch. “I think we have time for that, scope it out before everyone else at the end of the day. We have lunch in about an hour.”
“Are you all eating here, in the food court?”
“I think we’re eating outside,” she said. “Nice day and all... I think the boys are coming out now,” she smiled at her student. “Nice meeting you. Enjoy the museum,” she ushered her students toward the men’s room and sighed.
“Was he hitting on you, Miss?” She whispered.
“Shh.”
“Okay, queen,” she giggled. “Are you going to tell Mr. Styles?”
“He wasn’t hitting on me.”
“Miss,” she laughed. “He was so hitting on you.”
“I didn’t—”
“Who was hitting on her?” One of the boys asked.
“No one—”
“That guy.”
“Oooh, he’s cute. Wait until Mr. Styles finds out he has competition.”
“Miss, I think we have to intimidate him,” another one of the boys explained knowingly. “It’s what Mr. Styles would want.”
“Oh, my word,” she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can we go to the giftshop?”
*
“Everyone please look in the seat next to you and check if the person you travelled with on the way here is still here! We’re doing a final headcount as soon as we’re all seated.”
“Mr. Styles!” One of her group members sang. She glared at him briefly with her best teacher stare before she sat facing forward in her seat. Harry squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.
“Yes? Didn’t y’torture m’fiancée enough today?”
“I would never torture her! But your fiancée got hit on by a guy by the bathroom!” He shouted.
The resounding oohs from the entire bus made her blush. She looked straight forward at the seatback in front of her. “Really?” He smiled and glanced down at the pretty girl beside him.
She shook her head. “He was not flirting.”
“Course he was, Miss! You’re a total catch!” The girl in her group called back.
“She’s right, y’know,” he winked at her knowingly, his voice was low. Maybe only one or two students heard Harry say it and they were kind enough to giggle and not make a scene of it or embarrass her further. “Alright, alright, head count!”
She stayed put while Harry walked up and down the aisle. When he returned to the front, he told the bus driver that everyone was accounted for and they could go on their way.
“Hiding your affair from me?” He winked.
“Shut up.”
He chuckled and grabbed her hand from her lap and brought her fingers to his lips briefly. “S’no surprise, really.”
“It’s probably because my ring was inside my shirt.”
“Lucky ring,” he hummed.
“Harry,” she hissed.
“The man has good taste, kitten,” he shrugged. “M’not surprised at all.”
She sighed. “I wasn’t hiding it from you. I just didn’t want to make you jealous. I don’t want you to think you have anything to be jealous of, you know?”
“I know, I know,” his voice was so kind and soft. The way he sounded when they were falling asleep. It was quiet and warm. If they weren’t in front of forty something students, he probably would have held her cheek and kissed her the way he did every night. Would have traced her features and told her how much he loved her. “You’re jus’ so pretty, so nice, so lovely that anyone with half a brain cell can see it from across the room,” he assured her. Her relief was massive. The idea of hurting Harry’s feelings or betraying his trust was one of her worst fears. She pulled the necklace from its spot and twisted it again and Harry’s smile grew. “God,” he shook his head. Then he squeezed her hand three quick times. She squeezed it back four times in succession. Both knew what it meant. A not quite secret that they loved each other.
She was always grateful for Harry coming into her life. The day she left her old school and got her new job was so scary and sad. In hindsight, she would have told herself in her first year of teaching that a new school was in her future, and she was going to meet a man that was everything she wanted and more.
Someone who was made for her.
“What?” He smirked. The sun was setting and bathing the bus in a soft golden light that only highlighted how handsome Harry was.
“Just thinking about how jealous I would be if a girl flirted with you on a field trip. You have way more kindness than I do.”
“Oh, don’t worry, kitten,” he mumbled and brought his mouth to her ear. “M’going t’show you how crazy the thought of another guy chatting y’up makes me later. Remind you that y’don’t need anyone else. Ever,” he promised and pressed a chaste kiss that did not match the intensity of his words.
Her cheeks warmed once more but she smiled. Shaking her head she squeezed his hand three more times.
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Pretty in Pink
Synopsis: your boyfriend, rafayel, finally lets you buy feminine clothes for him after you asking. he tries them on for you, but to your surprise he ends up liking them a lot more than you imagined.
Tags: rafayel x afab!reader, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, no use of y/n, smut, porn with little plot, not proofread, not edited, femboy!rafayel, overstimulation, pegging, dressing rafayel up, whiney and needy rafayel, use of pet names (m receiving- my fishy, baby), raf calls you master, light spanking, you suck him off through his panties
Words: 4.2k
a/n: hi everyone, i know that there is a lot of stress right now especially with my fellow americans so i hope this can distract you even for just a moment. also i literally wrote this bc moot on twitter were making me and tbh? i loved it. but this is my one shot to tell everyone im back to writing after taking a week off! i hope you love femboy rafayel as much as i do because this man makes me insane actually
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It's been over a month since you've tried to convince your boyfriend to let you dress him up in feminine clothes, the thought of seeing his smooth, silky skin wrapped with lace and soft fabric made your head spin and twisted the desire in your gut even tighter. He finally warmed up to it, allowing you to go out and buy whatever your heart called out to. Excitement wasn't even the word to describe the feelings that whirred around in your head.
You sat on your shared bed, staring longingly at the massive walk-in closet that held Rafayel, gnawing your lip as the only sound to occupy the space was the soft shuffling of him dressing behind the closed door. You wondered what he would choose first, having gone maybe a bit crazy in the luxurious stores, grabbing anything with lace and bows. Fuck, the anticipation making you nearly jump out of your seat to see his beautiful milky skin in fabric so thin you could rip it to shreds. The image of his long legs in stocking, or better yet, thigh high socks nearly make you drool.
Rafayel poked his head out from the door, cheeks a rosy pink, his eyes not meeting yours. "I think I'm finished..." His voice quiet, embarrassed. You shift, sitting up straighter on the bed as you wait for him to show you.
"Well?" You question, wanting nothing more than to walk over, throw open the door, and run your hands all over his body. He gulps, taking a breath before pushing open the door at an agonizingly slow pace. You wished he would hurry, toss it open so you can drink him in, but the slight tremble in his hands and the blush deepening down to his neck you knew he was nervous.
"Uh," Rafayel spoke, stepping fully into view in front of you, hands attempting to pull the short skirt down further to cover more of his delicate skin. You rake your eyes down his body, slowly taking him in fully.
A baby blue sweater hung off of his torso loosely, small cherries embroidered on the knit fabric, making it look warm and perfect for spring. The sleeves falling just shy of his fingers as his palms lay hidden underneath. Hugging his hips and dipping down his legs a blue and white pleated skirt lay, falling a few inches below the curve of his ass. Legs almost fully on display, white sheer stockings stopping just at the middle of his plush thighs - lace bows tying at the top.
You watched as he wrapped his arms around himself, eyes darting off to the corner of the room as his cheeks and the tips of his precious ears blazed in heat. His thighs rubbing together as your gaze pierced right through him. You knew, just in the way he squirmed under your eyesight that the other outfits would have to wait for another day. You needed him, and the growing tent he tried to conceal in his skirt told you that he needed you too.
"Come here," Arms opening for him, voice soft and warm. Your boyfriend flashed his eyes to you, teeth sucking his bottom lip in as he nibbled. Unsure footsteps towards you, his eyes staying trained on the floor as he inches closer.
"Do you... like it?" Rafayel asks, eyes never meeting yours, hands running down the length of his short skirt. Do you like it? Surely he's joking. The growing dampness between your thighs was answer enough for his silly little question. You loved it. Wanting nothing more than to pull him onto your lap and let your fingers run over every inch of his heavenly body.
"I love it, baby," You reach out to him, hands finding his small waist as you pull him closer, needing to feel his body heat on you. He looks down, watching your hands slip under his sweater and caress his soft, sweet skin. "So beautiful," You whisper, barely enough for him to hear. Rafayel reaches forward, hands resting on your shoulders as he slots himself between your spread legs bare thighs brushing your own. You could feel how warm he was, how his body temperature raised just by you admiring him.
Hands running down to his thighs, you rub your thumb where the stockings met his skin, admiring the way the lace looked as if it belonged on him, like it was made for Rafayel alone. Hands brushing over his creamy pale skin, running up towards the hem of his skirt, you could hear his ragged breath quicken. How his hands gripped your shoulders tighter and how he shifted between your legs. You knew he liked this, could see how turned on he was from wearing this for you. You continued on your path up, groping here and there at his delicious thighs until your fingers brushed against something soft and thin on his hip. Something you hadn't expected.
"What?" You question, reaching to push the skirt up higher so you could get a look for yourself. Your boyfriend's hands flying to still yours, just a second too slow.
"W-wait!" He stutters out, voice high and desperate - but it's too late. With his blue skirt hiked up to his hips you're face to face with a pair of pink pastel panties you do not recall buying for him - or even owning for yourself. Fabric so thin you could make out the outline of his shaft through them, the small but growing wet patch near his tip becoming translucent with his precum. A tiny pink bow sat at the waistband, a pearl in the center glistening in the light. You couldn't help the smirk curling its way onto your lips as you stare at his weeping cock through the material.
"I don't remember buying you these, fishy," You hum, index finger reaching out to stroke his pretty, pink head. He gasps at the touch, cock twitching as his thighs rub together.
"I... got them myself..." Words nothing more than a mumble as you finally look up at him. Eyes blown wide and glossy, pink lips parted as he pants out hot breath, a heavy flush painting his beautiful face. A few strands of his purple locks brush the tip of his nose as he looks down at you. "You were so excited, I wanted... to surprise you..."
Oh how badly you wanted to take him right then and there, toss him on the bed and have him writhe beneath you as you fuck his beautiful brains out. Rafayel had always been one to have a surprise or two up his sleeve, always leaving you on your toes - but this was something you would've never expected from him.
Without answering, you let your finger run up the length of his shaft once more, a teasingly slow pace until you made your way back to his tip. He twitched beneath your touch, stomach clenching as you assault his sensitive skin. You wanted nothing more than to savor this moment, drag it out for as long as you can so you can drink in every moan, every twitch and flex of his muscles as you milk his sweet cum out. Lips graze over his cock as you lean in, placing a soft kiss to it, his wetness painting your lips when you pull back. You swear he stopped breathing as you look at his face, in a daze of lust - wanting you to ruin him.
"I don't think we are going to be able to see the other outfits I picked for you tonight, fishy," Hands coming to lift his sweater, exposing his stomach to the chilly air of the room, his muscles tightening under his skin.
"Yeah..." Throat bobbing as he gulps. You stand, bodies flushing together. Hands cupping his cheeks, you bring his face to yours, lips connecting in a kiss. You can feel his desperation, the way he works his lips against yours, hands coming to your waist as he grips you closer. Feeling him grind his hips helplessly to yours, seeking relief for the tight tension that wound its way into his core. You hum, slowing him, licking at his lips as he tried to bury his tongue deep in your mouth, a cat and mouse game you both played so often, but him being on the receiving end. He didn't like it, a grunt leaving his mouth as he tried once more to deepen the kiss, only to be disappointed when you pull away completely.
"Not yet," You hum, thumb caressing his face as you admire his eyes, pupils wide with lust, with need. Hooded, showing the pink hue that swirled and darkened. Heavy pants leaving his lips as they dusted on your face. "Why don't we take this off of you?" Fingers coming down to play with the hem of his sweater. He nods, barely enough time before you pull it up and over his head, leaving his torso bare. Pink nipples hardened, your mouth wanting nothing more than to latch on and hear him whine for you, arching his back into you. But that could wait, you needed to get him on the bed.
Wrapping your arms around him, you switch positions, the back of his knees pressed to your shared bed. With a small push he sat with a bounce, you could see the nerves tensing in his arms as he stared up at you. Those eyes waiting in anticipation, swirling with need and want, moments like these you were thankful he was all yours.
"Do you want me to take this off?" Rafayel asked, hands smoothing over the pleated skirt. You smile, lips curling as you climb on his lap.
"No, I want it on," With shaky hands he holds onto your waist, looking up at you with wide eyes. You lean in, kissing him again, slow and lazy as your hands roam over his top half. Snaking down from his neck, over his broad shoulders, down to his pecs. The nails of your index fingers grazing softly over his sensitive nipples.
"Ah!" He pulled back with a gasp, chest heaving with every rough breath leaving his lungs. You feel him twitch beneath you, cock jumping at the contact he craved. Chuckling you place a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing his soft locks to the side before you let your hand drop to his chest again. Thumb brushing over one perked nipple, a hiss drawing from between his teeth. You flick it, softly, feeling his hands tighten on you as a soft, sweet whimper leaves his blessed lips. A sound so beautiful you wish you could record it, your favorite song.
"Lay back, baby," Whispering in his ear, sending a shiver to rake through his body. He obeys, back hitting the mattress and eyes closing. You run your hands down, teasing him with just your fingertips as you draw out small gasps and heavy breaths from him below you. Taking the opportunity, you grind your hips down on him, rubbing your clothed heat against his leaking dick. A moan slipping from your lips from just the feeling of how hard he was for you, how much he wanted to be fucked by you. Rafayel cried out, eyes screwing tighter shut as he arched his back, trying to get even more friction any way he can.
"Mm, please," He whined, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to meet yours, but you pull away before he could make contact.
"Please, what?" You coax, knowing this would only make the blush on his face deepen. While Rafayel took his time to whine and wiggle in protest, you sink to your knees on the floor. Fingers tracing between his thighs as you push them apart, getting a glimpse of his pretty pink panties that held his needy cock. Peeking an eye open he glanced down at you, brows creased as he watched you plant a single kiss to the skin of his thigh.
"I'm waiting," You remind him, fingers playing with the hem of his stockings, curling under softly and letting it snap back onto his skin.
"Please..." Rafayel pauses, breathing in deeply as he stares into your eyes. "Master..." Word so soft you almost didn't catch it, but as it rings through your ears something ignites deep in your core. Pushing his skirt up, bunching it at his thin, slutty waist, you waste no time to touch him.
Cupping his member through his now sheer panties you feel him shudder, pearls of precum leaking from his pretty tip. You stroke him once, a soft moan slipping from him as his thighs tighten around you. Already so touch starved and you haven't even gotten started yet. Swiping a thumb over his tip Rafayel tries to lift his hips, desperate, already so close to cumming for you, but with your other hand you hold him still, wanting to draw everything you can out of him.
"Not yet, baby," You mumble before leaning down, placing a firm kiss to his throbbing cock. "I've barely had any fun yet." Placing another, you hear your boyfriend stutter out a moan, the slick wetness of his groin collecting on your lips. It made you drool, just the taste of him sending your brain into a frenzy.
Flattening your tongue, you lick a fat stripe up his shaft, his fingers curling in the sheets, hips attempting to rock forward. He didn't make it far, bumping onto your outstretched tongue once before you held him back down. He whined in protest, high pitch and defiant, but slowly washing out into another moan as you lick one more stripe.
"Please, please please!" He cried out, head falling back onto the plush bed. You wanted to laugh at how cute he sounded, how his whimpers and whines only wanted to make you torture him even more. But you wrapped your lips around his leaky head, tongue brushing over his clothed slit as you lapped up his precum through the fabric. Rafayel choked out a cry, body jumping as one of his hands threaded through your hair. Now, you had him right where you wanted him.
"Taste so fucking good for me, baby, you know that?" Lips brushing on his cock as you spoke, low and sultry to make his head meddle into mush. He only cried in response, shifting under you as to coax you into pleasing him more. You obliged, humming as you wrapped your lips around him once more, drooling on his dick, his panties completely soaked in the front. Other hand coming up to caress his balls, granting a high pitch whine from him as his fingers tug at your scalp. You could feel how close he was. How much he aches for release from the way your mouth was flooding with his wetness. The way his balls tightened, and the vein running along the underside of his shaft throbbed.
"Cum-!" He cried out, words dying on his tongue, mixing with a moan as his hips jutted forward, pressing your face directly onto his cock, forcing you to smell the musky scent of his skin and arousal. You could hear how quick his breaths were becoming, almost on the verge of hyperventilating.
"Not yet fishy. Hold out a little more," You hum onto his sensitive skin. Tongue massaging his cock from base all the way up to his head. You slurp at his slit, sucking down everything he had to offer as he tried to hold back his release, the lewd sound buzzing off of the walls. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, soaking through your underwear at just him alone. It didn't matter if you came tonight, you just needed to string out as many orgasms from him as you could until the sun rose, the image of him cumming for you was enough to get you off.
"C-can't! Can't hold-!" Rafayel cries, back arching as his hand falls from your hair and back to the sheets below. Releasing him, you lean back, hand still stroking him as you watch in awe at his cock twitch, tip an angry shade of pink as he tried to hold himself back.
"Cum for me baby," You whisper, eyes never leaving him as your hand moves faster, forcing him to reach his peak.
Rafayel wastes no time, a deep moan growling from his chest as his eyes roll so far back you swear he could see his own brain. His beautiful cock twitches once, twice, then you watch as his milky cum spurts out of his tip. Soaking his panties even more, dripping through the fabric and onto his pelvis. You want to lap it up, drink whatever he has to offer, but that wasn't the plan for tonight. His mouth the perfect O shape as his moans drowned out to silent gasps of breath.
As he slowly calms down, only thing left was him twitching beneath you, you never released him. Still stroking him, milking his cock dry, sending spasms through his body with every stroke. You don't allow his cock to soften, pumping him until his shaft swelled and thickened once more.
"You did so well," You praise, other hand coming to stroke his soft thigh. "Do you think you can do one more for me?" Voice silky, hoping he would grant you your wishes. With a weak nod, you see him bob his head, chest inflating and deflating with every breath.
You waste no time pulling his spent panties down his legs, freeing him completely. Slick and wet cock, shining in the lights of his room. Your hand returns, pumping him, not satisfied until you see those pearls dribble down from his slit. He squirmed, thighs jumping, abs flexing as he threw his head back onto the bed again.
"Ah-!" Your lover cries out, hand coming to push yours away from his sensitive member. Swatting his hand away, it only drives you further, feeling him twitch in the palm of your hand, watching the first beads drip down his shaft.
"I want you to ride me, baby. Can you do that for me?" You push off of him, standing to your feet and strip. Cool air kissing your skin as you lay on the mattress. Reaching your hand to your nightstand and pulling open the drawer, your fingers clasping over a bottle of lube and your pink opal strap on. You slip it over your hips and reach out to your pink faced boyfriend. With shaky arms, Rafayel crawls to you, still huffing out hot air, cock stiff and leaking as he settles on your lap.
The dildo pressed to his backside, your hands come down and kneed his ass cheeks. Two full handfuls as you massage them, soothing him as he made himself comfortable on your thighs. His hands coming to rest on your waist, holding him steady as you fondle him, fingers giving you a small but loving squeeze as his eyes bore into yours. Vibrant irises swirling with color, lust, and affection - moments like these made you realize just how much you loved this man. After a beat, you released him, hands finding the bottle of lube and coating your fingers.
"Are you ready, my fishy?" He nods, bobbing his head as he lifts himself off of you just enough for you to reach around. Fingers graze over his hole and you feel him clench, a small hiss at the sudden liquid. Your free hand hold onto his hip, squeezing it to let him know you would take care of him, that he is safe. Rafayel and you have used your strap a few times, him slowly warming up to it more and more but every time you started you could see the nervousness in his pretty eyes. "I have you," You promise, easing a finger through his tight ring of muscle. He relaxes, letting out a breath, allowing you to sink in deeper. He was so warm, wishing you had an actual cock so you can feel what it was like to be inside of him, feeling your own personal heaven.
He whines from above you, shifting his hips to let you know he wanted more. You reach another finger in, him relaxing more, taking your fingers to the base. You give him a moment to adjust, watching his face intently for any signs of discomfort or rejection. But the only thing you can find is his glossy pink lips parting, tongue darting out to swipe at them and his lust filled eyes calling out to you.
"More," Voice clear, almost demanding as he moves his hips, grinding back onto your hand. You oblige happily, pulling them out almost completely before thrusting them back in. He grants you a moan, eyes fluttering shut, his hair brushing along his cheeks as he tips his head forward.
"Already such a mess and I haven't even fucked you yet, someone is a needy boy tonight," You coo, thumb brushing against his hip as you thrust your fingers into him again, this time curling them.
"N-need you in me, M-Master!" Rafayel cries out, thrusting forward into the air between you. You don't waste any time, pulling your slicked up finger out and coating your fake cock with lube. No matter how much you wanted to push him down and fuck his brains out you knew you had to be patient, just for a little longer at least.
"Go slow," You soothed, holding his clothed hip firm as he slowly eased himself onto your fake cock. You watch as his mouth falls open, the tip of it sliding in his hole as he slowly sunk deeper until he consumed it to the hilt. His skin on yours was hot and damp, a light layer of sweat glowing on his skin as you watch him breathe in and out.
Rafayel recovered in seconds, rising his hips before letting them fall back down, skin slapping on skin. You watch as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth to conceal his noises, those delicious sounds he kept from you.
He rose his hips again, stiff cock slapping on your tummy as he fell back down, bobbing the hem of his skirt, dribbling his precum on your silky skin. When he rose once more you watch the thin string connect from your stomach to his head snap, before another bead rolled down his swollen shaft. You raised your hand and placed a hard smack to his ass cheek.
"F-fuck, ah!" Rafayel gasps out, shaky body lurching forward. You take the opportunity to shift your hips under him, hands coming to his waist so you can take control. One thrust, his sweet, beautiful cries ring out. Eyes closed, his flush spreading to his broad chest, looking ethereal and fucked out.
"So pretty for me," You breathe, caressing his skin as you fuck up into him again, faster. He hummed in response, brain foggy and only filled with sex, not able to form words.
The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the space around you, both of your moans clouding your mind as you give your all to your lover. Watching his godlike body crumble over every small touch you grant him, every twitch of his weeping cock as it smacked against your skin leaving behind marks of his love for you. You wanted nothing more than to watch him come undone, paint your body as you feel him shake with pleasure on top of you.
"Close-" Your lover shivers out, hands coming to hold you tight as he squeezed his eyes shut. You bless him with another spank, it ringing off of the walls as he falls to your chest, arms giving out beneath him.
"Yeah? I want you to cum for me, fishy," You whisper in his ear, hot breath fanning down his neck and making him groan. That was enough to send him over the edge, a string of high pitch moans falling from his beautiful lips as you feel him twitch twice, then his warm, hot liquid seep between your bodies. You don't stop, slowing your hips to lazy thrusts until every last drop drained from his balls, every spurt met with its own thrust. Sweaty forehead nestled in the crook of your neck as he cries, lips pressed to your skin, hands grabbing you wherever he can, rubbing his softening cock against your body. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to your chest as you ride out his high with him.
Slowly, your boyfriend stills, hips jerking once before settling quietly in your arms, breath fanning over your skin as he fights to control himself. You ease out of him, earning a hiss in response, but once you're out he bares his full weight onto you, crushing you beneath him onto the bed. You kiss him, lips brushing on his temple as you feel his rapid heart beat against your chest.
"You did so well for me, baby," Cooing as you pet his dam hair.
"Well obviously," His cocky attitude returning in no time as he huffed out of breath, making you laugh out loud with how ridiculous he could be at times.
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Angel - Sam Monroe
Content Warning: 18+, fluff, smut, virginity loss, love confession, all that stuff, idk
WC: 3k+
Summary: Best friend! Sam climbs through readers window, love confessions, and smut follow
A/N: first fic...like ever, so don't come at me if it's shitty, i'm just a girl. also didn't know what to title it but I think sam calls reader angel the most so I just went with that.
Walking into your room after getting home for the day, your school bag down falls off your shoulder and onto the floor before you press play on your CD player, the last thing playing being a playlist Sam had burned recently and left in the machine after his last visit. After zipping down your boots and kicking them off, you pick up your discarded pajama shorts from that morning when you had changed out of them, black with little skulls and crossbones displayed all across them and a hot pink ribbon drawstring and so short your ass almost hangs all out, they were your current favorite. Shimming down your jeans and sliding them on, your phone rings before you can continue changing, leaving you in the tiny tank top you had worn that day.
Digging through your bag to retrieve your phone you see your best friend Sam's name light up on the screen “Hello?” you say, plopping down on the bed and pressing the phone to your face.
“Open your window.” your head pops up and your eyes dart to your window as he taps a few times to signal he is on the other side of the glass.
A groan escapes you as you get up after having just laid down, you hang up your phone and toss it on your bed before walking over and opening the window for him, “You're the only one who uses my window as your preferred method of entrance.” you comment as he climbs in, knocking a few things that sat close to the window over and you watch as his face as he struggles to ground himself.
“Yeah, yeah, it's just that no one has the same determination to see you as I do.” His expression morphs into a smile at you as he stands up straight.
You roll your eyes and start to head back over to the bed, Sam watches your ass as you walk away and he stays in place right where he is. “I like your shorts” he finally follows you and joins you on your bed. “They’re cute”
You look at him with realization “Did you see me change into them? Perv.”, You already know the answer as you see the satisfied look on his face.
“I'm innocent,” His hands shot up in mock surrender, “How was your class,” He asked, not truly interested in any type of academics but pretending to care for your sake.
“Well, it was alright, there were some really nice people taking it, and a cute guy sitting in front of me, there were some girls who had cute style, I might try to make friends with them- maybe. The professor was really nice too, I think I’m gonna like the class” You told him, trying to keep your eye contact with him and not let your gaze fall to his lips and he periodically licked them as he listened to you speak.
He furrowed his eyebrows, “A cute guy? Really?” His face looks unimpressed and he rolls his eyes.
You huff “Out of all of that, that's what you focus on?” You push him slightly and he returns his gaze to you.
“I’m just asking, can’t I ask?” Sam questions with a clear attitude.
“That wasn't even like the top two things you should be focusing on, I mentioned wanting to make new friends and liking the class, you could ask me about that.” He gives you a blank stare as you speak.
Sam digs in his pocket before pulling out a lighter and pack of cigarettes, “M’not that interested in the class” You pull the box out of his hand before he can even pull one out.
He attempts to get it back but you move it to your other hand and stretch so it's out of his reach. “Nuh-uh, I don't want my room smelling like cigs- and I was hoping you’d ask about the girls I mentioned, I think you’d like this one girl.” You gently place the cigarettes on your nightstand.
“M’not interested in the girls either” He lays on his side, his arm propping him up as he still faces you to continue talking. You turn your head towards him and he tilts his own. “How ‘cute’ is the guy? “
You shrug your shoulders “I don't know, cute enough that I'm gonna look forward to going to class, nothing gonna happen though, he seems like one of those guys that just wanna have sex and dip, and I’m not that type of girl.”
His eyebrows raise and he looks too amused for your liking, “Not that type of girl? Alright, Mary, when are you gonna just bite the bullet and fuck someone, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Don’t call me that, can’t believe you found a way to make me regret making you watch Gilmore Girls with me.” Your hands gently play with the drawstrings on your shorts. “And m’not just gonna have sex with some random guy in my class.” You took a pause, hoping he’d take his turn to talk but you were met with an expecting look, urging you to continue. “I’m good with not having gone all the way yet. I don't want my first time to be with someone random, you know that.”
His fingertips find their way to your thigh and he begins to slowly move them back and forth. It wasn’t abnormal for you to talk about sex with Sam, but it was usually him doing most of the talking and his slight touch didn't convince you that you would be able to say anymore without stumbling over every word. “Why are you so curious?”
His hand moves from your thigh up to your hair, slowly tucking one side behind your ear to get a better look at your face, “Just curious.” he says matter of factly.
You stay quiet for a moment, “He just- he's cute, that's it, I always have someone in a class I think is cute, but I don’t know him well enough to envision that - me and him. I haven’t even had a conversation with him, it was the first day, he could turn out to be a shitty person.” Your eyes are darting around him, the way his touch was so gentle against you had you short-circuiting.
You can't stop yourself from quickly looking at his face and your eyes get locked in with his. “So you need to know someone well enough to even think about fuckin them?” He asks.
“Well- yeah, why would I want to have sex with someone I don’t know, that kinda stupid. I’m not gonna fantasize about losing my virginity to a total stranger, well.. besides like- hot celebrities.” You tried to joke but earned no laugh from Sam, much to your disappointment. You weren't completely inexperienced in the intimacy field but something had always stopped you from crossing the finish line. Sam had jokingly volunteered himself when the two of you were in high school but besides your first kiss that was a dare in freshman year nothing had happened between the two of you, everything explicitly intimate you had ever done was with your ex.
He stares at your face for a few seconds “So do you fantasize about me? I’ve told you before that I could be the one…” You watch as the piercing by his lip moves a little, and his tongue fidgets with the part inside his mouth.
You laugh lightly, he’d made similar comments in the past but with no actual promise behind them. “I wanna lose it to someone who loves me, not someone whos’ just doing it as a favor. You do not love me like that, as a friend sure, but I need more than that”
Sam places his hand on your cheek guiding your face to look at him. “(Y/n)-” He pauses, hesitant to continue and the silence is so long that you wish you could read his mind in order to skip this part, “The first time I met you, I needed you. The first time you looked at me- I fell in love. Not only with the way you look but the way you are, the way you love, and the way you treat me- like I'm not just some waste of space. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I love you with every part of me. My mind, my body, my heart, they’re all yours, they all love you.” He reaches out for your hand and guides it to his chest, placing your hand over his heart. You feel as if it beats as if it's going to pop out of his chest and when you look at his face, his eyes are wide, pupils dilated and filled with desire. “You’re like if an angel fell from heaven and landed right into my life- you bless me with your beauty every time I see you and I love you. I always offer myself because I hate the thought of you with anyone else.”
Sam couldn't tell what you were feeling, he wanted to wait for you to talk, but he was so- so impatient. He scooted closer to you and once again guided your face to look at him. His stomach did flips as you looked at him, he loved your eyes and how they flickered up to meet his. He leaned in and captured your lips with his. He tasted like cigarettes, no doubt he smoked one or two while he was outside your window.
If Sam was being honest, he could kiss you for the rest of his life and be content- but he knew he could have more, and not only was he impatient, he was greedy. He needed every part of you, he had been patient enough, and now he needed every inch of you. “Sweetheart can I-let me-” You nod your head, still kissing him and muffling his words as you do so.
He slides off the bed, disconnecting his lips from yours and smiling as you move your face forward, trying to chase his kiss. His knees hit the ground and he looks up at you before peppering little kisses all over your thighs, slowly parting them and placing even more on the inside. His hands slide up and slowly start pulling your shorts down. “This okay?” He asks and you lift your hips, letting him fully remove them.
His eyes focus on your panty-clad pussy, the wet spot in the middle made the dark red material even darker and he couldn't resist sticking his tongue out and liking a long, slow stripe that felt like a messy kiss. He continued to make out with your pussy through your panties, your whimpers filled the room as the music you had put on earlier continued to softly play.
He finally goes to pull down your panties and you let him, his touch is slow, like he’s savoring every moment, the material slowly moves down and when he finally pulls them from your ankles he places a quick kiss on your left thigh. You almost miss the way he pockets your panties. Almost.
He opens your thighs and slots his head right in front of your bare pussy. “So pretty baby, every part of you.”, He uses his thumbs to spread your pussy for him, taking all of you in. His tongue begins to lap at your folds, from top to bottom, trying to taste as much of you as he can. He moves to start circling your clit with his tongue and his fingers find their way to your opening, tracing, and teasing. “You gonna let me fuck you, baby? Gotta stretch you open, make sure it feels good for you, yeah?” He asks, wide-eyed and hopeful, and how could you ever say no?
You nod eagerly “Y-yeah Sammy, just be gentle- haven't had more than like two fingers in me before, and that was a while ago.” He grunts before nuzzling his face back into you, hating the fact that he’s not the only one to see you like this.
He slides a finger in and you moan, he thinks- no he knows- it’s the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. It beats any song he's ever listened to and blasted through his speakers. He adds another one, knowing you can take it. His fingers felt so good inside of you, and he could feel how tight you were. He began pumping them in and out of you, his mouth latched onto your clit and he began to suck. Eventually, he added a third, and you were wet enough for him to do so with ease. He felt you tighten around his fingers as your breaths got quicker and this caused him to pull away, not wanting you to cum just yet.
You whine at the loss of his fingers and mouth but he shuts you up by coming up onto the bed with you and kissing you. You moan at the taste of yourself in his mouth and he begins to pull your shirt down. He slides the thin straps down your arms so your tank top rests on your torso and he makes quick work at undoing your bra. His mouth attaches itself to one of your nipples, sucking and licking like he had just done to your clit, using his hand to knead and pinch the other. He switched a few times before you tugged at his shirt, almost begging him to take it off and he complied. Your hands go to undo his studded belt and he lets you continue your actions. You undo the button and the zipper and he does the rest in getting them off of his body, leaving him in only his boxers.
He pushes you back on the bed and hovers over you before kissing you again. His hips come down and he starts to grind his clothed cock on your cunt. You reach down and push the front of his boxers down, eyes going wide as his dick falls to your stomach. “Holy shit Sam, that's not gonna fit inside of me.” he kisses you again, teeth clacking together for a moment, making you giggle.
“It will baby, I’ll make it, I promise, it’ll feel good- gonna make you feel so good.” he rambles before lining himself up with your entrance. “Just gonna start with just the tip.”
You nod, trusting him and you moan as soon as he gets his tip inside of you, he waits all of 10 seconds before begging you for more. You nod and tears start to form as he sinks inside of you. ‘Sammy- hurts” you let out as he buries himself to the hilt inside of you.
He kisses the tears on the side of your face and they escape your eyes. “I know baby, I know, it’s gonna feel real good soon, just gotta get used to it, angel.” His face moves to your neck and his hands roam all over, waiting for you to give him the okay to move.
After a few moments, you give in and nod your head. His hips begin moving as his dick pumps in and out of you, biting his lip to muffle his moans. He fails, and instead, his moans translate to whimpers as his mouth lays so close to your ear that you hear his noises clearly and in all of their glory. “F-fuck baby, feel so good- like I'm in heaven.” The pain turns to pleasure as he continues his movements.
Your hips begin to lift, trying to get more of him as he comes down to meet you. “Need more- please need more Sammy baby.” Your hands come up to the nape of his neck and you thread your hands into his hair, slightly tugging and earning a loud moan from him and causing his movements to stutter.
He starts moving faster, resting his hands on your hips to hold you steady and closer at the same time and your moans get louder. “Fuckkk- you feel good angel? Yeah? “ His hand snaps to grab your face, forcing your eyes to meet his, his actions starting to become a direct contrast from the gentleness he has started with. “Yeah, bet my dick feels so good inside of you. You’re so lucky I’m the first dick you got inside of you baby.” His thrusts become sloppy and he continues to ramble. “Love you so much- love you- you feel so fucking good around me- so tight I can hardly move- squeezing me so good- fuckkk”
He shuts up as soon as he hears your babbling, pulling you to fuck you deeper and hear you talk, “Mhmmm feels so good so so good Sammy, so big, can feel you all, all of you, mmhmmph love you- love you” His fingers move to your clit as he begins to rub a figure 8 over and over again.
“Say that again- say you love me- keep saying it angel” He starts to pound into you, and your CD player is completely drowned out by the sounds of both of your moans and the slapping of skin against skin.”Love you, Sam, love you, love you love you, Sammy -gonna- gonna cum- gonna cum- gonna cum” You repeat over and over again, not being able to form a proper sentence as he ruts his dick deep inside of you.
His head falls to your neck and his thrusts begin to falter “Gonna cum inside, gonna fill you up- so perfect- so fucking perfect for me” He lets out a strangled moan as he cums and does his best to keep moving to get you to finish. The pattern he's tracing on your clit gets sloppier and sloppier and his other hand moves to play with your tits. “C’mon- cum for me baby, you can do it, I got you.” You let out a moan as you cum, squeezing Sam's dick and you reach your peak he collapses on top of you, his hips still moving slightly and his arms wrapping around you.
Truthfully, he didn't want to pull out of you, if he could, he would spend the whole night buried inside of you, keeping you as close as you could, but you deserved to be cleaned up and taken care of. He pulls out, watching as the mix of yours and his cum leaks out of you, letting out another moan he reaches out, not being able to help himself. He scoops up some of what has leaked out and pushes it back inside of you. You moan as he repeats this action two more times before popping his fingers into his mouth to taste what you two made. You can see the thought flash across his face, “Sam-”
He starts to lap at your spent cunt, “Gotta clean you up, sweet girl.” He flattens his tongue, doing this more for him than you, he relishes in the taste of his cum inside of you. You tug at his hair in an effort to get him to stop but it only spurs him on further. He only stops as you push on his head and start to shut your thighs at the overstimulation.
“S’too much Sam” you whine and he shifts to lay down next to you with a goofy grin on his face, His mouth and piercing glistened with your arousal and combined cum and his hair was messy, sticking up in multiple different directions.
You flip over so you can lay your head on his chest and you feel his chest quickly moves up and down while he tries to catch his breath. He leans down and plants a small kiss on top of your head before you both drift off to sleep.
#sam monroe smut#sam monroe#sam monroe fanfiction#hayden christensen#hayden christensen smut#hayden christensen fanfiction#life as a house smut#sam monroe x you#sam monroe x reader#sam monroe fluff#sam monroe life as a house#sam monroe imagine#hayden christensen imagine#hayden christensen x reader#hayden christensen x you
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Title: Tripping into Friendship
Rating: E
Summary: Leshy trips over a cat in the dark.
Ships: LeshyCat can be read platonically.
Warnings: Spoilers for the post-game,
Other Information: I was gonna wait to post this but I think people needed a distraction today.
Read on AO3
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The air smelled pleasantly of incoming rain. The clouds had to be obscuring the moon. Not that it matters at all to Leshy whether the pale face in the sky showed its light down on the cult grounds. He couldn't see it anyway.
Leshy counted under his breath as he picked his way carefully back from the outhouse. He sniffed the air to ensure he could still find his scent from his earlier trip.
...thirty-three steps, thirty-two steps, thirty-one steps...
He tripped over something large and soft and stumbled face-first into cold dirt.
Leshy swallowed a mouthful of earth and cringed. The dirt in this horrid place was nothing compared to the potent and complex flavors of his Darkwood. He ran his tongue around his mouth, gathered the remaining pieces of bland dirt then spat them out.
Whatever he tripped over stirred and started to grumble.
"Huh? What...Oh, my Lamb!"
Soft paws touched Leshy's shoulders as a vaguely familiar voice apologized.
So it was one of The Lamb's little followers he had tripped over. Had he taken a wrong turn heading back towards his shelter, or had the follower moved to sleep in his path? Either answer, Leshy hoped this fool knew how lucky they were. Had he had his crown and power still, their blood would be watering the flowers of Darkwood and their flesh feeding his army of devotees.
The follower attempted to haul Leshy to his feet, but Leshy threw his arm out, pushing them away. He did not need help!
He stood and wiped the inadequate dirt from his knees.
"Again, I am terribly sorry, Mr. Leshy," The follower continued, and Leshy finally recognized the voice:that one yellow cat—well, Narinder told him this follower was a yellow cat, anyway. He didn't know for sure.
He hadn't bother to learn any of The Lamb's precious little flock's names or voices. They were unimportant. The only reason he remembered this one in particular was the cat's act of disgusting kindness in giving him a flower and reassuring words that, of course, Leshy did not need or want.
"You had better be," Leshy snapped. "What are you doing in my path, anyway?"
"My tent collapsed," the yellow cat explained. "It happens sometimes. Usually, The Lamb fixes it but they are resting after their crusade, so I thought I could sleep outside until morning."
"Oh, no, you should definitely go and wake them." Leshy smirked. "They are a god now. They do not need sleep." The thought of ruining The Lamb's slumber tantalized Leshy, but before he could continue to goad the yellow cat, a fat drop of water hit the top of his head. He turned to face the sky as more droplets fell.
The yellow cat sighed. "So it is supposed to rain. I was worried about that."
Leshy took a deep breath. He liked the rain. The humidity it brought with it freshened his leaves.
His favorite part, however, was the sound that came with a downpour.
The sound of heavy raindrops hitting the leaves of Darkwood was like music, a primal drum beat only found in his lands. His heart sank. It was a beat he would probably never hear again.
He took another breath to shift his attention away from his sorrow and homesickness.
"Son of a--!" Leshy jumped in realization.
"W-what?" The yellow cat gasped.
"My scent trail!" Leshy gritted his teeth. The downpour had already started to wash away his lifeline back to his shelter. What was worse, he'd forgotten what his step count was, too. Great! Now he would have to spend the rest of the night trying to find his way back in the rain!
"Do you need help to your shelter?" The yellow cat asked. "I can take you!" He sounded cheerful as if helping a dethroned god back to his humble shelter was something he looked forward to every day.
Leshy should have told the him to leave, but he was tired and wanted to get back into his shelter. He needed his sleep for when he inevitably had to deal with The Little Lamb and his brother bossing him around.
"I will allow it, but put your hand down. I will not take it."
The yellow cat made a noise of confusion, and Leshy gave a cheeky smile. He didn't need eyes to predict what someone like the yellow cat would do. While his realm had been the constant change of chaos, Leshy had a good mind for order and predictability, as well.
"Just take me back," he ordered.
A pause—Leshy guessed he probably nodded—then the yellow cat hastily said, "Of course! Follow me."
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Leshy almost regretted not taking the offered paw as the two made their way back to his shelter. The rain drumming against the ground made it nearly impossible for him to hear the cat's footfalls—if he could have heard them at all in the first place.
He remembered all the times he would watch Narinder sneak up on Kallamar, walking casually with those silent feline feet of his, just to make their older brother jump when he tapped his shoulder.
Leshy almost smiled at the memory but pressed his lips together to force it away. Narinder wasn't fun anymore. He was boring and bossy. Go do this, Leshy! You can't eat that, Leshy! The Lamb says, Leshy...
He couldn't wait until The Lamb brought back Heket. She wasn't boring, just bossy, but Leshy had grown accustomed to her ordering him around in the thousand years he, Heket, Kallamar, and Shamura had ruled the lands.
And when she gets here, I will not have to feel so alone
Leshy scowled into the darkness at the uninvited thought.
The Lamb's flock didn't like him. Most seemed scared of him, as far as he could tell. Those who weren't rightfully scared only spoke to him with anger and resentment. Unless prompted by necessity, the followers did not interact with him. They didn't invite him to sit during dinner or join in a dance circle. He could not entirely blame them. Outsiders in his own cult were treated with the same level of suspicion, even the ones from his siblings' cults.
The only follower who treated Leshy with warmth seemed to be the one leading him, and Leshy could not understand why.
The two made it to his shelter without Leshy tripping on anything or anyone else. Even with the heavy rain, the strong smell of camilla that circled the shelter wafted to Leshy. He had planted the flowers as part of his claim to the shelter from seeds The Lamb brought from Darkwood.
Leshy felt along the side of the thick wooden shelter until his fingers brushed the canvas door. He pushed it open and stepped inside the warm building.
"Are you coming in or not?" he asked, keeping the grand shelter's door open with one arm.
Though he loath to admit it, it would not be a bad idea to make some...alliances in the cult now that he was stuck here. He smiled to himself. Shamura would be so proud of his forethought.
The yellow cat muttered his thanks before slipping under Leshy's arm. Leshy dropped the canvas closed then shook the water from his body. Drier now, he moved forward until his feet hit the nest of mostly ill-gotten blankets he called a bed. He flopped down to his back.
The rain beat against the roof in a steady rhythm as the wooden structure groaned against the weather.
"Wow, this shelter is really nice. It's warm and sturdy!" The yellow cat complimented, sitting down at the edge of the blanket pile. "The Leader must like you to let you live here."
"It is unworthy considering my past station, but it will do."
The Lamb had not given Leshy the roof over his head. In actuality, Leshy claimed the shelter when the previous occupant dropped dead near the shrine one day. Leshy made sure both his brother and The Lamb knew he would bully anyone who tried to take it from him. His threats were enough to make The Lamb relent and allow him to move from the pathetic canvas tent he had been sleeping in.
Leshy took a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, careful not to get it stuck on his branches. He yawned and leaned with his back pressed against the wall.
"Sleep wherever. It does not matter to me."
Leshy listened as the yellow cat shuffled around his shelter for a moment. It had to be dark, so, like Leshy himself, the yellow cat was blind to his surroundings. He brushed his fingers against Leshy's tail, only to jerk away and mutter an apology.
Leshy would roll his eyes if he still had them. He took the blanket from his shoulders and tossed it to where he thought the yellow cat was. A muffled 'oof!' confirmed he hit his target. He pulled a second blanket from his nest and returned to his cocoon of warmth.
"Thank you. Um, good night, Mr. Leshy."
Leshy grunted in response and drifted off to sleep.
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It wasn't quite morning yet when Leshy woke again, as he couldn't hear the bustle of The Lamb's flock or the smell of breakfast cooking. The rain hadn't stopped, but it had faded to a light drizzle.
From beside him, something breathed deeply. Leshy nearly pushed it away before remembering the events that unfolded a couple of hours earlier. He slowly reached his fingers and brushed warm fur. The yellow cat was pressed against his hip, sound asleep.
Well, Leshy had told him to sleep wherever.
Leshy ran his fingers along the fur until he found a particularly soft spot near, what he assumed, was the yellow cat's ear. He absentmindedly stroked the spot, enjoying the warmth under his fingertips.
The yellow cat began to purr, a resonating sound that filled the shelter. He stopped, startled. He had forgotten that cats did that when they were comfortable. More than a thousand years had passed since he'd had a cat purring so close to him.
He pulled his hand to his chest. What was he doing? He didn't know this cat.
What if he woke up angry that Leshy touched him? If Leshy was going to gain favor with this cat, he had to...oh, what was it The Lamb had said? Oh, yes, Leshy would have to 'put his divine entitlement' to the side.
Though thousands of years protecting Darkwood earned him that 'entitlement', Leshy knew The Little Lamb had something of a point.
The yellow cat shifted and Leshy stiffened. Had he woken him?
The yellow cat yawned and squirmed around until his head and arms rested on Leshy's lap. He released a heavy, contented sigh.
Leshy cautiously put his hand on the top of the yellow cat's head and petted the space between his ears.
The yellow cat began to purr again, vibrating against Leshy's lap.
As Leshy began to nod off, he decided since the yellow cat laid on his lap, the petting wasn't 'entitlement.' It was just being fair.
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The warmth around Leshy was suddenly pulled away, leaving him cold and annoyed.
"Get up," Narinder ordered, dropping the blanket he'd so cruelly taken with a soft plop. "The Lamb says you aren't allowed to keep skipping morning sermons, Leshy."
Leshy groaned, covering his head with his arms. He didn't want to listen to The Little Lamb prattle on, He wanted to listen to--
Leshy pushed himself up and started feeling around for the yellow cat.
"Where did he go?" He demanded of his brother. "Where is he?"
"He?" Narinder asked. "Whom do you mean?"
"You know, him! Ah, um, that—the yellow cat! He was just here!" Leshy threw his hands up in exacerbation. Nothing else lay in the bed beside Leshy.
"Yellow...cat?" Narinder echoed. "Oh, the one I saw sneaking out of your shelter this morning? What was it, Cornelius, Cathleon, Consus? Something with a 'C,' anyway, I think. Or maybe a 'T'? Thornton? Thimothy? Mmm, I cannot remember. If you are bedding him, should you not know?"
He had a sneer in his voice that graded against Leshy's nerves. Leshy clenched his fists. He knew his brother was trying to make him mad—and it was working!
"Do not speak on matters that do not concern you," Leshy grumbled.
Narinder snorted a laugh. "He will be at the sermon. You can go and ask his name there." The shelter's canvas flapped as his brother left. "Or not. It does not matter to me."
Leshy bristled. He stood and his side felt suddenly cold as he recalled the yellow cat leaning against him in the night. He lashed his fist out, hitting the wooden wall in anger. If he ever became a god again, he was going to cull the cat population, or at least any that acted like his damned brother!
He swore under his breath as he headed towards the door. He threw open the canvas. The scent of rain still hung heavy in the air. The wet grass brushed droplets on his ankles and feet as he stepped out. The cult was alive with morning activity. The smell of cooking food made his stomach grumble.
He opened his mouth to shout for his brother when another voice cut him off.
"Mr. Leshy, you are awake!" The yellow cat chirped.
The scent of fresh bread and warm berry jam filled Leshy's nose as the yellow cat pressed a leaf bowl into his hands. "I got you something to eat, as thanks for letting me stay with you last night."
Leshy felt the skin under his leaves heat up at the kind gesture. Before he could answer the yellow cat, from beside his front door, Narinder called, "Why, good morning there."
"Oh, ah, um, good morning, Disciple Narinder," The yellow cat greeted with a touch of embarrassment in his tone.
Narinder chuckled darkly and a shiver crawled up Leshy's spine.
"You know, Leshy was just telling me," Narinder put his hand firmly on Leshy's shoulder and squeezed, "that he was so excited for you to escort him to the temple for the morning sermon."
Leshy started to snap, "I said n--" when he smelled the yeasty bread and sweet jam in his hands and stopped himself. He gritted his teeth. He didn't want to hear that vile creature spew lies and false promises about the afterlife, but, hadn't he decided allies would be useful last night?
He sighed. "I said...I would like to sit in the back. In case, it gets so boring I fall asleep."
Narinder patted his back while chuckling. Leshy whipped his head around in an attempt to take a bite out of his brother, but his teeth snapped against empty air.
With one last, victorious laugh, Narinder whispered in Leshy's ear, "Too easy." before he took his leave.
Leshy threw some of the jam-covered bread in his mouth and chewed loudly, annoyed that he walked right into Narinder's trap. Despite their thousand-year rift, his brother still knew him too well.
The yellow cat covered a laugh with a cough. "You two don't look alike, but I guess you two are really brothers, aren't you?"
"Unfortunately," Leshy muttered. He stepped backwards until his tail brushed the camilla plants around his shelter.
The yellow cat wandered closer to continue their conversation.
"I know he was putting words in your mouth," The yellow cat said. "You should go to the sermon, but I won't drag you if you don't want to go."
Leshy took another bite, chewing slowly as he thought. Finally, he swallowed and asked, "Why are you being so nice? What do you gain from it?"
"'Gain'?" He repeated. "I guess I'd be gaining a friend—and a friend who is an ex-god at that."
"An ex-god who put your god's throat to the blade," Leshy pointed out before he could think better of it.
"But they came back, so it doesn't matter, does it?"
Leshy nearly choked on his food. He had heard rumors that orange cats were as smart as a stack of rocks, but it seemed yellow ones didn't even have that.
The yellow cat patted his back as he coughed. Once he could breathe again, Leshy chuckled with a shake of the head. This cat was something else, and Leshy was starting to like whatever that something was. This cat was no Heket, of course, but he would not be so bad of a friend to have around.
Leshy finished up the last of his breakfast and started ripping up the leaf bowl.
"Well, Let us get this over with," he said, spewing half-chewed bread as he dropped the leaf pieces to the ground.
He held out his hand. When the yellow cat didn't take it, Leshy asked, "Are you going to lead me there or not?"
After a heartbeat, the yellow cat placed his palm against Leshy's, and the two headed toward the temple.
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AN: This one-shot is dedicated to my cat, Morwen, whom I tripped over and is the reason I have a carpet burn scar on my knee months later. Love you, boo!
#cult of the lamb#oneshot#one shot#leshycat#cotl#cotl leshy#cotl yellow cat#fanfiction#I'm not sure how I feel about this it has some disconnected parts but it will be what it will be
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are we rockin with simon paired up with a reader who cries a lot 🤥
big cryer big sobber
oh we are
not proofread sorry 😕
wc: <1000
as a crybaby myself this is very close to my heart. Maybe you’re crying about something insignificant or maybe something just feels off. It honestly doesn't take much to set you off. I don’t think simon has a problem with you expressing emotion, i think that he just doesn’t know how to react. The way your shoulders shake as you sob with your head in your hands doesn’t exactly bring out a pleasant feeling in him.
I think that as time goes on he handles it with more grace. He knows what makes you feel better and what will make things worse (he’s learned that one the hard way). Simon says shit just to say shit and it does not help anyone 99 percent of the time. You’ve never witnessed someone screw something up so badly and find all the right words in the same sentence.
This time you’re crying about some asshole at work. Simon’s well versed in the mechanics of your emotional turmoil at this point. He’ll cradle you in his arms and whisper saccharine words of support in your ear. The pressure of his strong hold around your body and your heart calm you down better than any substance ever could. With your head on his chest, the smooth thump of his heartbeat is interrupted by Simon's voice, “I’ll take care of it for you baby.”
You take it as a joke with a breathy laugh and snort following his statement, but the stern look on his face shows he’s dead serious. You won't be surprised if you see him tomorrow with bruised knuckles and a busted lip. It’s not the first time and it won't be the last.
The only time simon likes to see you cry is when you’re having sex. Lithe body beneath him, face contorted in pleasure. Mouth wide open with loud obscene moans tumbling out that would make a pornstar blush, eyes glossed over with exhaustion. You’re on round whatever at this point. The friction of the coarse hair above his cock against your clit makes it all even more painful. He sees your pained expression, red eyes and mascara covered cheeks. “what’s wrong baby, hmm?” condescending tone dripping with honey.
“Please simon” your words are barely audible but the way his name rolls off your tongue makes him drop his head and groan into your neck. He’s taking his sweet time tonight, languid strokes in a painstakingly constant rhythm, tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “come inside me please, I need you” you say with furrowed brows and desperation creeping in your voice as hot tears stream down your face. He won't admit the effect that this has on him though, not explicitly. You can see it anyways, the way his grunts become more frequent and his white knuckle grip on the sheets beside your head.
You’re so far gone you can't even form words anymore, only gasps and incoherent jumbles of vowels. Simon slips one of his hands between the two of you, thumbing your clit with the conviction of a madman. The new sensation of his firm touch is the final straw that “Oh, god, oh my god, im gonna-” You reach your peak convulsing under his body with your slick running down between the two of you and onto the bed sheets. The atmosphere in your shared space hot and heavy with lust.
“Please,” you whine as you angle your hips towards him and the new position sends him over the edge. His orgasm has him seeing white. He collapses on top of you and his body weight crushed you only a little bit. The feeling of your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck combined with a sniffle pulls Simon out of his delirious state.
“Feeling better?” he says with a familiar condescending tone.
sorry for not posting for like a month, every time I sit down to write I hate everything about it 😊 I have some more things cooking up don't worry 😈😈 u guys know the drill, please comment and like and reblog!!!!! 🤍🤍🤍
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A Touch Of Spite
Part one: Night of Spite
Not going to lie, this is just pure smut 🤷♀️ Spite's dialogue is all in capitals just so I can differentiate from Lucanis
Warning: dubious consent as Spite "takes over" at one point.
The kiss between you both had deepened, Lucanis pressing his body against yours against the hard stone wall, his knee still pressed between your legs pinning you to the wall as you tried desperately not to grind against it, feeling the heat rise inside your body from the kiss.
Lucanis slipped his hands underneath the thin cotton of your night shirt, the feeling of his rough calloused hands was like heaven as they groped over the hourglass of your waist. Gripping you gently and moving his plump lips down over to your swan like neck, Lucanis began to move you over to his bed in the corner of the room, walking you backwards until your legs hit the bed frame, causing you to fall back onto the bed with him now on top of you, pressing you into the mattress as his lips caressed your neck and collarbone.
The kiss began to become more passionate, both of you becoming greedier for each other as the seconds pass. The more the kiss went on the more Lucanis lost himself in it, not giving a single thought to Spite, his mind elsewhere not focusing on why he was being so quiet for once. Spite was biding his time, chuckling silently to himself, waiting for Lucanis to drop his guard completely so he could take over. Ever since Spite had laid eyes on you he wanted you, to feel you in his hands,to love you to taste you. It infuriated him to know that Lucanis could have you and he never would, he would often shout in the back of Lucanis' mind when he held back from you, YOU COWARD! IF YOU CAN'T BE MAN ENOUGH I WILL! IT'S NOT FAIR!
As the reverent kisses were placed passionately on your neck you felt one of Lucanis' hands tangle into your hair, grabbing a fistfull of it and pulling your head back roughly, baring even more of your neck and chest to him, his kisses were starting to become more aggressive nipping, biting and leaving marks causing you to let out a deep throaty moan that vibrated in your chest against his lips, loving this rougher side to him and craving more of it. You were both lost in the moment now hastily removing each others clothes Lucanis practically ripping yours from you body, desperate to see all of your skin.
You were so caught up in the moment, your eyes were closed so that you could enjoy the rest of what your senses had to offer, you hadn't even noticed the purple glint in his eyes that took hold moments ago or the low rumble of a chuckle under his breath as he marked your skin as his. Spite knew that Lucanis would take control again soon, he could feel him battling his way back for control, but for now he wanted to leave reminders of himself on you, ones he could look at over the next few days, proof that he had finally tasted you even if you couldn't see him.
Spite used Lucanis' lips to kiss his way back up to your neck, bitting roughly on your ear lobe, causing you to moan Lucanis' name which made him chuckle into your ear, OH HE'S NOT HERE DARLING, he whispered raking his teeth against your skin HE'LL BE BACK SOON BUT IT'S ONLY FAIR I GET TO HAVE SOME FUN TOO, lust dripping from his lips.
You opened your eyes confused until you saw the purple glow, you were too worked up to fight back, too turned on by his actions to argue, after all it didn't seem like he wanted to hurt you, before you began to speak he silenced you with a rough kiss, UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVE, a wicked smile took hold on his face until the purple glow finally left Lucanis' eyes, the fight between the two of them having ceased for now.
Lucanis shook his head making sure Spite was finally gone, he looked down at you to make sure you were unharmed, looking at all the love marks Spite used his lips and teeth to make. Before Lucanis could even form an apology you grabbed his face and kissed him passionately pulling him closer to you, pressing your body towards him with even more passion than before, knowing it was truly him again, this kiss letting him know you wanted him still, infact you wanted him more now that Spite had warmed you up for him.
"Rook...." Lucanis whispered against your lips, he was now powerless against your need, the fact you still wanted him despite his demon baffled him, especially after what Spite used his body to do. A small moan left your lips, your breath hot upon his as he heard that delicious noise you made, now desperate himself to elicit more of them from your lips. He wanted Spite to see that he could please you more than he ever could, aware of Spites presence in the back of his mind, angry that he didn't get enough time with you and now you were moaning like this for Lucanis! SHE'S MINE! ROOK IS MINE!
Spites anger and jealousy only made him too weak to take over Lucanis again, a fact Lucanis was thankful for as now he could finally enjoy this moment with you. Lucanis slipped his hand down beneath your legs, feeling the wetness there he smiled against your lips, chuckling at how eager you were for him now. "My darling... So impatient aren't we" the words rolled of his tongue with ease, his deep voice like silk. Lucanis took only a moment to tease you, gently caressing your clit before you began to beg and whimper before him, wanting him to desperately bring you relief.
He removed his fingers from your wet folds and stuck them into his mouth, sucking his fingers clean and savouring the taste of you, one to satisfy his own needs for you but to also punish Spite and weaken his attack to take over again, his jealousy making his resolve erratic and weak. After savouring the taste of you he pressed his length into you slowly, relishing the feeling of himself stretching you to fit him, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he felt your tight walls squeezing around him already.
His pace was slow and gentle at first, wanting to savour the moment, he had been locked away in the Ossury for what felt like an age, he wanted to savour this moment with you, to once again enjoy the pleasures of a mortal life. You sighed beneath him, pleasure building in your body now with every one of his strokes, your nails digging into his back now, creating scratch marks that Lucanis would wear with honour.
As Lucanis could feel his own orgasm looming he began to thrust more erratically, desperate to bring you both to climax as soon as he could, feeling Spite shouting in the back of his mind again YOU CAN'T PLEASE HER! I WANT HER! Spite was seething but it only spurred Lucanis on, he was determined that this moment would only be between him and you.
It did not take long until Lucanis brought you to climax, pleasure radiating over your body, feeling warm and sighing breathlessly beneath Lucanis' body that was now slick with sweat. It only took a few more strokes before Lucanis reached his own climax, grunting in your ear as he spilled into you, his body now collapsing onto your own, your ragged breaths hot against each others skin.
Lucanis had now buried his face into your neck, kissing softly, ignoring the vituperative rant from Spite, babbling angry jealous nonsense in his head that he couldn't even make sense of if he tried. You laid there stroking Lucanis' hair that was now oily from sweat, your other hand tracing gentle circles with your fingertips on his back as he whispered against your skin causing you to shiver and chuckle.
"You like to walk a little too close to the edge don't you Rook?" Lucanis began to leave a barrage of soft kisses against your neck, enjoying the tender moment between the two of you for now, ignoring the outside world for just a moment.
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Enthralled
They woke up in a daze, head pounding, sitting in chair. They had no idea where they were, or what had happened to them. All they could remember was... umm... uhhh... In that moment, they realized they couldn't remember anything. Who they were, where they were from, what their life was like. Becoming aware of their body now, looking down to find a nice, round pair of large breasts covering their slim stomach. They screamed out of fear, only to hear a feminine, woman-like cry escape from their plumped up lips. Almost hyperventilating now, they checked the rest of his body to confirm their fears, and with a long, deep breath, took in the changes. A round butt, long, thick black hair tumbling over a narrow feminine frame, and to top it off, a pink, glowing pussy between their thighs. After calming himself down, they looked around the room made up of nearly all pink, with a few soft chairs sitting in front of a TV, and a door leading into a chamber of sorts at the other side of the room. Just then the door opened, and pure perfection walked in.
"She's awake!" The girl was wearing a ridiculously revealing black outfit, and strutted her way into the room, breasts moving side to side and long pink-highlighted hair swinging back and forth. She was stunning, and the still groggy, confused girl couldn't help but stare at her form. At least, now she knew she was a girl, but couldn't remember if she was always one. Not that it mattered anyway, the girls whole world became the sexy woman as she approached her.
"How do you feel, Kylie?" The woman inspected Kylie's features, giving her a moment to digest her appointed name, before continuing on. "In case you don't remember, which I seriously doubt you do, my name is Alexa. I know you're feeling pretty confused right now, but that's alright. By the time we are done, you will be feeling so, so much better." Before Kylie could say anything, Alexa snapped her fingers, and spoke a command. "Bambi Freeze." Instantly, Kylie felt all of her muscles completely clench, and she stood at attention in front of Alexa. "Good girl!" Clearly she was pleased with Kylie's response, and with another snap, motioned for her to follow. Kylie followed, without any resistance or thought, pursuing Alexa before being sat down in one of the pink chairs, Alexa sitting directly across, extremely close. "What am I doing here?" Kylie asked, her girly voice echoing through the room. Alexa gave a smirk, licking her lips and seemingly waiting for something.
All of a sudden, Kylie heard footsteps behind her, and another woman came around the chair, wearing the same type of revealing outfit, but this time was a brunette. Her pink bra did a poor job of hiding her absolutely massive tits, swinging back and forth as she leaned over towards Alexa. The two exchanged a few words before giving their attention back to Kylie, still questioning her situation in the chair. "Relax, you won't need to think about anything in a second. If you're still confused, let me explain. You have gone through an intense brainwashing cycle, where we have altered your mind and body to be the perfect bimbo doll, just like the two of us. I'm guessing that you can't remember anything before now, which is good. Old life completely gone, first step to accepting your new life as Bambi." Kylie tensed up, asking "who is Bambi?" The other bimbo laughed, a very pretty laugh, and said "Bambi is the girl deep within you. We have programmed her deep into your subconscious, and now it is time for you to accept her as a part of yourself! You don't have to fight it, the conditioning has made sure that you can't anyway. Just let it feel good, and give in to the feelings of pleasure and empty bliss you feel while we complete your bimbofication. Now, lets begin."
Bimbofication? Bambi? Brainwashing? Kylie tried to stand up, to make an effort to resist her captors. She wasn't some dumb bimbo, conditioned to obey her inner "Bambi". This was ridiculous! Before Kylie could stand up and do anything, however, Alexa snapped her fingers, and Kylie froze in the chair. Blankly staring at the girl in front of her, she could feel the hands of the other girl behind her begin to run through her black, moisturized hair. "What did we tell you, Bambi. There is no escape from your conditioning, no chance of resistance. Your subconscious mind gave in a long time ago, and now it is time to let your conscious mind accept this too. It's so easy to just obey, to open up yourself to Bambi, to let her take control. You'll feel so good, feel like such a good girl. So let it happen." Alexa moved in super close to Kylie, still feeling the other bimbo's soft hands glide over her head, massaging her ears. "Look at my breasts, Bambi." Kylie instantly felt her eyes drift downwards, down to Alexa's large tits. She watched them begin to sway, side to side, in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic motion. She had to admit, they were easy to look at, so full and soft, admiring them as they swung. Before long, Kylie was deep in trance, completely enthralled in Alexa's breasts, completely mindless as the other girl whispered into her ears, still gently massaging her. "Good girl. Stare. Submit. Obey. Sink." Kylie relaxed into the chair, eyes fluttering and mouth dropping open. It did feel good, to stare at Alexa's breasts, bobbing up and down now.
"Mmm, what a good girl you are. So easily accepting trance, dropping deep under my large hypnotizing breasts. Feel the pleasure radiate all over your body, sinking even deeper into this state of obedience. Bri, lets make her feel it even... more." Kylie sat, unmoving mindlessly absorbing Alexa's breasts and enjoying every second of it before feeling Bri's own, soft, large breasts pressing up against the sides of her head. The chair leaned back and Alexa felt her head lean into Bri, with her legs wrapping around her tight waist and feeling her warmth on her back. Alexa adjusted herself too, climbing on top of Kylie and rubbing herself over Kylie's crotch. Kylie felt the drool come out of her mouth and pussy, feelings of arousal increasing by the second. Spreading her legs even more as Alexa grinded on her, continuing to sway her large, bare breasts back and forth. When did she take her bra off? It didn't matter, all Kylie knew is that she was loving this. All resistance she had was completely gone, replaced with total mindless obedience and vacant, seemingly endless arousal. Bri's large breasts pressing up against her ears, holding her in place, Alexa leaned down, holding a teat over Kylie's mouth. "Show me you want my milk. Only the dumbest, horniest bimbos get my milk." Kylie strained for her nipple, wet tongue and soft moans highlighting her struggle, showing her desperation. Alexa, satisfied, lowered her teat on to Kylie's face, and...
Kylie was in heaven. Sweet milk instantly burst into her mouth, covering her face as she blankly sucked, happy and empty as the thick heavy cream filled her mind. Making any remaining thoughts completely still, dissolving in the warmth and pleasure of the milk rushed to her brain, making her feel so much more fuzzy and aroused than before. The feminine, drowsy scent coming from her exposed breast only added more to the horniness, thinking of nothing but the sweet milk gushing into her wet, obedient mouth as a powerful pink fog clouded Kylie's head. Hearing nothing but her constant triggers and mantras being repeated in her ears, and Alexa's moans stimulating Kylie even more. Alexa suddenly pulled away, leaving Kylie needy and so, so horny, begging for more. Laughing loudly, mixed with her pleasure filled moans, Alexa backed off, stimulating her sensitive breast with her own hand, and Bri pulled her breasts, also wet with milk, away from Kylie's head. Intense pleasure causing Kylie to writhe, she audibly yelled, accepting her new life. "I am a pretty horny bimbo doll, completely brainwashed and conditioned to obey and be the most slutty girl that Bambi can possibly be. Please keep going, I'm begging you so much. I need it so, so much right now." Kylie moaned again, hands locked at her sides no matter how much she tried to move towards her throbbing pussy. Alexa and Bri giggled, before Alexa said "You will fully accept your conditioning and become one of us only when we allow you to cum. Cum out your mind and drop fully into submission for Bambi. What a good girl you have been, keeping you in heat this long has left you desperate. So, we will allow it, just for good girls like you. Think with your pussy now."
The trigger immediately took effect, with Kylie instantly moving her hand to her breasts, stimulating them and watching them lactate for the first time. She felt Bri climb on top of her, pressing her own hands against her sensitive breasts and massaging them, sending spasms throughout Kylie's body. Then, Alexa's plump, wet lips locked on to Kylie's pussy, instantly delving her tongue deep within her clit. Bri locked her mouth against Kylie's and they shared saliva, rubbing their breasts together on autopilot. Kylie couldn't think about anything other than her triggers, repeating her mantras and feeling so abolustely delicious. She felt an orgasm approaching through her pussy, as Alexa's pace increased rapidly. Her moans became louder, the mantras like the ticking of a clock, her whole body twitching every time she repeated one in her head. And then, she heard a new one. "Bambi Cum and Collapse." In the most intense and pleasurable surge of bliss she had ever felt, Kylie finally came, her stimulated breasts worked by Bri's as they passionately made out, Alexa's tongue feeling the full force of her orgasm. Feeling Bambi take total control, Kylie felt the intense orgasm rush through her like a flood, before finally settling after a long moment. She collapsed back against the chair, Bri lifting off and standing beside Alexa, licking the remaining juices off of her face.
Kylie stood up in front of the two bimbos, admiring her new fellow Bambi's and still shaky from the intense orgasm. It was no longer a question, Bambi controlled Kylie, a good girl for her conditioning. So brainwashed that she was unable to form a thought unrelated to her brainwashing or pleasure. "Thank you so much for showing me the bliss that Bambi brings. Why would I ever resist when I can just give in and be a bouncy, blank bimbo?" Alexa bit her lip. "So glad you came around, Bambi. Now you can let your tits and pussy think for you at all times, obey the pleasure that you love so, so much. Good girl." Kylie mindlessly smiled, feeling soft and fuzzy, ready to begin her new life as a slutty, brainwashed bimbo.
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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 25
For Tønsberg | Loki x Reader
Finally returned to Tønsberg, and to you, Loki joins the battle to protect his home and his love.
Warnings: 18+ canon typical violence, injury, blood and somehow, fluff.
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It took you a moment to recover from travelling on the bifrost, it was getting easier to stop the roiling of your stomach but the bracing wind of Tønsberg would always be a welcome shock.
At your side, Loki stood tall, his armour gleaming as if he had only stepped away for a moment, rather than spending a week locked in an Avengers level cell. In one hand he held a dagger and, in the other, his horned headpiece. Some deep need burned inside you, silently begging him to replace the horns on his head and take his place beside you to beat your enemies back, a call like a carnyx that reverberated not just through your bones but through all the centuries you spent together, and even those where you were torn apart.
Soon, my warrior goddess
Loki’s voice was a whisper in your mind.
“Loki!” Thor’s booming voice broke through the shocked silence of the village and before you could react, all hell broke loose.
Where the village had been hidden it was now revealed to the waiting army on the other side, lines of Bres’ men and the Vanir Royal Army tipped their spears forward and began to charge like a landslide. Bres lept from the tops of the cliffs and with supernatural precision landed on the roof of the Long Hall.
But the ground - where there had been snow trapped under the cloak, there was a mass of flowers. Snow drops of early spring, narcissi and daffodils, poking their yellow heads out of the ground. They bloomed quickly, pushing the earth aside, and filled the village with colour.
Bewildered by this odd twist of nature,Thor was with you in an instant, flanking your right side, the King beside him. Jane charged from the Long Hall village, Mjolnir speeding her approach and took up her place beside Loki.
Windows slammed, doors locked and the village took their shelter from the impending hoard.
Bres’ face was full of hungry fury, surveying the village like a prey animal ready to strike
“So you've returned, little Welp, and brought that embarrassment of a prince with you as well.” His words were spat across the cobblestones.
Beside you the entire court tensed for Loki's reaction, Thor's breath stopping short in anticipation of the cobra strike of his brother's wrath.
But he didn't lash out, his hand tightened on his helmet, knuckles white, and turned to you.
“Little Welp?” Mischief danced behind his eyes, “what a horrid name for such a beautiful woman.” He bent and kissed your cheek before settling his headpiece on his messy curls. “I shall take great pleasure in extracting an apology from this hateful man, my darling Asynja, but I believe his true quarrel is with you.”
Brunnhilde coughed loudly.
“-and now with the people of Asgard, tsk tsk, Lord Bres, how rude of you to compromise our little court. Have you no manners at all?”
Bres' anger was palpable, but it was nothing compared to the Vanir Prince who strode forwards, his cape billowing in the wind and sword spinning an arc through the air as he pulled it from the scabbard.
“So the God of Lies stole my bride, I should’ve known from the start,” he wasted no time in charging forwards, aiming not for you as you’d anticipated, fire tingling at your fingertips, but at Loki.
Loki’s twin daggers flashed, forming at X above his head and blocking the blow of the broadsword. Any other weapon would have shattered, but not Asgardian forged steel and certainly not a blade imbued with the strength of Loki’s sedir.
As quickly as he’d moved you lashed out, a whip of fire catching the Prince’s leg and dragging him to his feet. He rolled swiftly, swinging his sword at you this time, the blade flashing - but you moved too, turning on your side to dodge the blow and sending a concentrated white hot blast at your attackers.
The Vanir Prince stepped back, remaining in his fighting stance but making no more moves to approach. Behind him Bres laughed.
“Beaten already,” Bres’ laughter was cold, echoing around the town before he came to an abrupt, chilling silence. “We will not be beaten this time, we will bring you to heel.” His hand raised and then fell, directing the hoards of soldiers to attack again. This time there was no measured approach, no single opponent, and Loki was swept further from you in the melee.
Where the soldiers stepped on the flowers, trampling them under their boots, grass bloomed lush and verdant in its place. The fire that burned beneath your feet gave way to heather, roses twined behind you, grabbing at your attackers and piercing their skin. One managed to leer forwards, their sword almost grazing your back, but not before your flames melted his sword where it fell to the ground in a rain of steel and iron.
Peonies created a soft landing for any Asgardian’s fleeing their homes, the screams of the children filling the air.
Thor, ever their protector, rushed between the houses, herding the children towards the boats that sat along the water and setting them loose with gusts of stormy wind to the safety of the sea.
And then you were in the melee yourself, swinging your spear at any soldier that tried to cross you, fire burning at your feet and wheeling around you like a hurricane. Those that tried to flee were dragged back by the flames, only to be dumped over the side of the wharf with the others.
To your side Jane had sprung into action, Mjolnir flying through the crowds and taking down soldiers with precision. You expected nothing less from the Doctor, so softly spoken, polite and intelligent, of course she would wealed the hammer with exacting control. At her side the King beat back the hoards, driving them from the village towards the open fields that flanked the village and back towards their cliff.
You’d discussed the cliff at length with the council and, though it gave your attackers an advantage, it was better to keep their camp there than risk them inching their tents any closer. Korg continued to protect your other side, the sound of metal hitting rock over and over, clanging in the cacophony and ringing steel.
You tired quickly, having spent time practising your magic rather than your fighting and your body was worn from so many nights spent awake without eating or drinking, missing Loki.
The God himself appeared in his element, his daggers flashing, his magic a mist around him. His long cape cracked like a bull whip when he moved, so fast you couldn’t predict his next movement, one moment leaping into the air to slam his daggers into the back of a soldier, in the next sweeping low to cut the backs of another’s legs, moving swiftly through the crowd.
Despite the volume of soldier’s in Bres’ retinue, they were no match for the skill and might of the Asgardian court. Bolstered by seeing their King in battle, the villagers joined in from the safety of their houses. Setting off simple spells to blow through the chimneys and disorientating the crawling shadows that accompanied the Vanir Prince. Windows were thrown open and cocktails of potions were thrown out too, exploding at the feet of the soldiers and setting them into the cobbles or, from one particular household, dosing them in hot oil. The shrieks of the injured fighters were piercing and sharp. Madam Gina’s dry laugh followed every time and a wry smile crossed your face at the thought of the elderly lady taking such glee in the battle.
Everyone in Asgard seemed to have a warrior’s spirit, even those you’d previously seen as gentle. Florists throwing heavy plant pots down from their attic windows onto the waiting soldiers below, the baker was using the long metal trays he usually served bread and cake on to trip and smack soldiers creeping round the corners of buildings, and the elderly ladies who manned the kitchen of the Long Hall with such military precision were putting their team work to good use, pouring boiling water from the roofs and balconies. Where the water cooled rapidly it formed ice underfoot, sending more than one attacker into an uncontrolled slide.
You even recognised Lief’s family, his mother hurling curses and spells at the soldiers from the open bedroom window of their cottage.
Renewed in your courage you dug deep into the well of your magic, felt in your heart for more that you could use against this enemy to protect the people you’d pledged yourself to and your fire sprang forward. Used to the flopping hair and white eyes of the calf, the full grown body of a burning highland cow startled you. Her hair was still long but now, rising from her brow, were two long pointed horns. She huffed, smoke coming from her soft looking muzzle and you held your hand out. Her fire didn’t burn you, the warmth of her nose and hair was comforting in the midst of the battle and pride swelled inside of you.
This was your magic, under your control, and it was finally time to put it to good use.
The cow turned, head down, and charged into the skirmish, hurling soldiers from her path and clearing spaces for the civilians to pass and find shelter when they found their hiding places compromised.
Whips of flame followed from your hands, your spear twirling and crashing into helmets like the ring of a bell. You were doing it, hope fluttered in your chest, you were all doing it, beating them back inch by inch. The cobblestones below your feet gave way to the softness of mossy grass. Where there’d been piles of snow and slush after the cape had melted it away into a spring soft lawn littered with low bundles of lavender, hushing in the crisp breeze. Iris, daffodils and bluebells bloomed where you walked and made a colourful contrast to the fight around you.
In the village behind you the battle cries of your friends continued to sound, the whip of Mjolnir as it flew past you had your head turning to look at Jane. She waved in that slightly clumsy way she always did, despite her comic book perfect hair blowing in the wind and the bright armoured helmet on her head. Thor was right behind her and Brunnhilde, astride a white pegasus now, arm held high as she led her people forwards.
But at the centre of it all was Loki, magnificent in his battle armour. His cloak seemed to act of its own accord, existing solely to highlight the lean strength of his shoulders when he used his daggers to impale and lift an oncoming soldier. His long boots crept up his muscular legs, his strides covering the ground of the battlefield, purposeful in his majesty, a born warrior with swift cunning, choosing his path with the good sense of a man familiar with a fight.
His horns were askew among his sweaty curls and he used them as often as he did his daggers, swinging them with blunt force at anyone stupid enough to approach. He moved like smoke, twisting this way and that, forcing the oncoming attack back, creating space between the village and the army.
Distracted, you took a blow to your side, but deflected the soldier with a blast of fire, the hot air singeing the tops of the flowers. Then another came, a flat blow from a staff to your back and suddenly the world felt odd, titled, sideways. You struggled for breath and tried to stand tall again, swinging to face your attacker and knocking him back.
Instinctively you looked up, searching for Loki.Where could he have gone when you saw him only moments before? In the cacophony of steel and magic, sedir rippling and weapons whirring you’d somehow lost track of him when you crumpled in on yourself. Doubt crept into your mind, did you really need to look at Loki every time something became difficult, had you not claimed to Bres that you could defend the village yourself.
Loki, please protect the village -
Foolish, headstrong, stupid girl. Maybe you were the welp they talked about. Another blow stuck across your legs and pain lanced through you, the exertion catching up until your shins were producing their own fire, uncontrolled and painful. You wanted to sit, to lie down, to rest, desperately. Your training had been minimal, what were you thinking?
I’m sorry, Loki, I’m so sorry
Something hit the back of your head and your mind swam again, stars blinking in front of your eyes and blood rushing in your ears. A touch to the now tender spot at the base of your skull had the blood rushing over your fingers too.
You fumbled back, feet catching on the bumps and dips of the grass. Blood, there was blood and lights, flashing, you felt sick, you were sick, you heaved but nothing came up. Falling backwards, this was it, all over, done, your dignity, perhaps your freedom lost…
A back hit yours and you wheeled, ready to bring the length of your spear down on their head.
“Asynja,” Loki’s voice was thick with adrenaline, hoarse from shouting commands and full of so much emotion. “Stay by me, my darling, we will beat them back together.”
“I can’t do this,” you were heaving again, speaking through gritted, bloodied teeth, using the flaming point of your spear to wave a soldier away from you in desperation. Loki shot out a bolt of magic, striking the soldier in the centre of the chest and sending him careening back from the open grass and into the water waiting below. The next one missed the water by inches, landing with a dull thud on the wet sand.
“I believe that you can, I know that you can and more than that I wish to win this battle by your side.” He turned to you, throwing up a wall of sedir to block the arrows now raining down from the cliffs. His eyes were full of emotion, but there was no pity there, just the heat of the battle and the desire to win, his pride and his love. “I love you, my darling, my warrior of Asgard.”
And then he swept you into his arms and kissed you as he’d been so desperate to do. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting the ashes of your fire and as his arms closed around you roses bloomed at your feet.
His kiss was as sweet as the first, back when you were both youths on Asgard and all these worries were merely a thread at the start of its journey into the tapestry of your fate. Only the Norns knew where that kiss would take you and only they knew what would become of you after.
Distracted, your hand loosened on your spear and Bres took his opportunity, launching a strike at Loki across the back and bringing him to his knees, the Vanir Prince lunged at you, knocking your spear away into the grass and catching your side with his blade.
All you knew was pain, blood darkening the midnight blue leather of your tunic. You sank to your knees beside Loki, his leg was bent strangely and the tightness in his jaw told you he was trying to hold back his own reaction. His eyes were wild, searching for you as he tried to sit, but it did no good.
Bres clapped the Vanir Prince on his shoulder and urged him forwards.
“Take your prize, will you still have the welp for a bride, or shall we finish them here and rid the Kingdoms of their tainted chaos?”
Your heart raced, fingers reaching for your spear lying in the grass just inches away, but every moment hurt, blood pulsing between your fingers even as you tried to staunch the flow.
“I have no need of such an insolent bitch in my home, better to cull the weak and the unworthy.” The Vanir Prince raised his sword and you braced yourself for its bite, willing your cloak to reappear and protect you, willing anyone to notice and save you.
Eyes closed, you reached instead for Loki’s hand, twining your bloodied fingers together.
There was a feeling like being trapped in a bubble and suddenly you were staring up at the Prince’s blade and Bres’ sneering face through a haze.
The cloak! You let out a sob, releasing your tense muscles and falling back onto the grass.
Loki turned to you, his eyes barely open and in a flash of sedir moved you as far as he could. In his weakened state there was little he could do, but he managed to prop you both up against a boulder at the edge of the battlefield. From this position you had a good view of Bres’ comically confused face as well as the Prince’s seething anger.
Beside you, Loki let out a cough, catching a speckle of blood on his leather cuff. You snapped your attention to your own Prince, your true Prince and, now that you had been at the heart of the battle and stared your death in the face, you knew the truth. Loki was yours and so much more.
“Loki-” you sobbed, tears springing to your eyes, “I love you too, so much, I couldn’t bear to be without you.” Where your tears fell red tulips sprang from the ground, below their stems daisies and buttercups created a soft carpet and your mind reeled, once more on Asgard in the arms of your first love, your true love. Between Loki’s wind-swept curls, stems of forget-me-not and cornflowers appeared, bold dandelion heads opening into the cold winter light.
“My darling,” he swept his hand from your neck up over your cheek and brushed his thumb against your temple. “The flowers-” he looked astonished, plucking a buttercup from your own crown of flowers and tickling your chin with it. “Your powers never cease to amaze me, your ability is truly divine.” He kissed you again, softly this time. “And now we shall drive back this enemy and take back our village and you, my wonderful Goddess, my love, my Asynja, I’ll fight by your side forever.”
The flowers, so wildly in bloom, had knocked Loki’s usual headdress to the side, the horns sitting crooked, they would’ve fallen entirely if it wasn’t for the twining jasmine that kept them snug against his hair.
You laughed, despite yourself, at the absurdity of the situation. You’d finally admitted to the love that had been growing between you and here you were, stuck in a ridiculous battle for a long ago made deal, bleeding out on the battleground.
<<Chapter 24
Chapter 26>>
#Loki#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#loki/reader#Loki x Reader#Loki fanfic#Loki series#loki marvel#Loki x you#Loki/You#loki fanfiction#The Old Gods and the New#loki fic#loki god of mischief#loki laufesyon x reader#loki of asgard#loki of jotunheim
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absurd terms of endearment
"Delivery time!" Gerry called out as he barged into the Archives. To his delight, he seemed to have caught Michael unawares, his head jerking up from his papers to look at him with wide shocked eyes. His surprise turned into happiness as a smile spread across his face, the exact expression that had made Gerry fall in love with him the first time he'd seen it lighting up the gloom of the Archives.
"Oh," he squeaked in delight. "I don't remember ordering out."
"That's because this is a surprise, you silly sausage," Gerry teased, setting the container of homemade soup on his desk and rounding it to give his boyfriend a hug. Michael spluttered a laugh, his cheeks turning adorably pink.
"Silly sausage," he snorted. "Like you're one to talk, sugarplum."
"Oh, that's how it is?" Gerry sat on the corner of Michael's desk, a fluttery happiness in his chest at the lovely back and forth. "Careful, my warm cinnamon churro, you might be starting something you can't finish."
"And what might that be, my sweet boba tea?" Michael asked, fluttering his eyelashes as he leant back in his seat. "What am I starting?" As if he didn't know already, as if he didn't have a glint of mischief in his eyes that Gerry loved so much.
"It seems like you're trying to out-nickname me, mister fairy floss." Gerry's words drew a snort out of Michael, covering his mouth with his hand to hold back his giggles. "But if you can't handle a few sweet epitaphs, I don't think you can keep up with me."
"Now listen here, you vanilla macaron-" Michael started, but stopped when Gerry burst out laughing. "See, you can't handle it either!"
"Fuck," Gerry gasped, trying to pull himself back together. It was too fun to stop. "You're pushing it, cream puff," he warned, sending Michael into another round of giggles. "Don't make me switch to another food group, you deep-fried mozzarella stick."
"Oh no you don't, you Sunday roast," Michael shot right back with a grin. "I'm sweet, you're savory."
"Yeah, you'd know that, wouldn't you, my iced lemon cake." Gerry added a lewd wink to his words, and Michael shot forward in his seat, a determined glint in his eye.
"You greasy morning fry-up, you don’t know what you've gotten into," he said, words loaded with warmth. "My succulent steak with potatoes, I could eat you for breakfast."
"Wish you would, my chocolate truffle," Gerry chuckled, leaning in as well until they were nearly within kissing distance. "All these foody endearments are making me hungry."
"Don't you worry about that, my tender soup dumpling, I'll make sure you're very well fed," Michael purred heavily, his lustful eyes heavy as they trailed over Gerry, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Just you wait til I get you home. I'll load you right up with my sweet cre-"
"Enough!" A sharp yell cut them off, followed quickly by Gertrude appearing in the doorway of her office, looking incredibly cross. "Enough," she said again as Gerry toppled off the desk, laughing so hard his sides hurt, as Michael crumpled in his seat giggling just as hard. "No more. Pet names and euphemisms are no longer allowed in the Archives!"
"Oh, come on, Gee Gee-" Gerry started, only to be stopped by her accusing finger.
"Gerard Keay, I will banish you from these Archives, do not test me," she snapped, even as he continued to laugh. "And Michael, you can not eat that in here, no food is allowed near the documents."
"Oh, do we care about that now, gumdrop?" Michael shot back brightly, getting to his feet to help Gerry up from the floor. "Fine, I'll taking my break now. Since we're so hungry." He pulled Gerry close and pressed an obnoxious kiss to his cheek, earning another disgusted noise from Gertrude. Gerry grinned wickedly and wrapped his arms around Michael's middle, tugging him in tight.
"Careful, love, we don't want to offend Gertrude's delicate sensibilities," Gerry teased, earning an eyeroll and scoff from both Assistant and Archivist. It was over the top, but it was fun, and Gerry loved being able to joke around like that. Even if their lives were dark and horrible, at least he had some brightness to keep them going.
#the magnus archives#gerrymichael#tma fanfic#gerry keay#michael shelley#doorkeay#yes im posting this today and not Friday because everything is shit but there's still love and cheer#i love you all i hope this helps#rebelwriting
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You asked about the Reishi Pod concept.
I didn't want to make the other post even longer, so here it is...
Me and @mondengel2 had discussed how Byakuya and Ichigo could have kids without falling into the Mpreg trope.
We discussed each of our headcanons for how many kids and their names, and amidst this conversation, the Reishi Pod concept first appeared as an idea.
Mondengel ended up writing a ficlet on that Tumblr post which used the same concept but slightly different construction of pod.
When I begun writing My Dream Has Your Eyes I used that concept as a piece of machinery used exclusively by the Great Noble Houses.
The Reishi Pod is what would eventually spark the Artificial Souls development, with Kirio Hikifune basing her research on them but tweaking it a bit so that they could only develop the Artificial Souls' pills as we know them. Not complete living beings.
The pod itself is a type of reinforced glass, a translucent shield over it and finally a metal shield that encases everything, keeping the pod safe.
It has a dashboard attached with collecting spheres, in which the Reishi donors (aka the parents.) will set their hands on and the machine itself collects the right amount of Reishi from both of them.
There's four Reishi collecting processes per day and although it can be stopped at the seventh month, it's advisable to do so until the very end to prevent any issues with the baby.
It takes about one whole month for the Reishi to fully aggregate and form a fetus, a placenta that holds to the top of the Pod and, of course, the umbilical cord.
Some of the Reishi floats around the baby like amniotic liquid does in a biological pregnancy.
The Reishi Pod can only be used by two people. It will not function with only one person to prevent the Heads of the Clans to simply go on producing what's basically a clone of themselves.
The gender of the parents does not influence the gender of the child, since the Reishi itself can randomly create a boy or a girl, regardless...
The whole process need surveillance from a qualified member of the Fourth squad.
So, yeah... That's basically it.
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I know this movie is recent-ish, but the lack of an Encanto series is still crazy to me.
Like, it doesn't even need crazy magical lore, it can be episodic, it's so simple:
Family dynamics not seen in the movie
Why doesn't Mirabel have a gift (theory of her being the next matriarch being the most obvious one)
Seeing the other rooms
Bruno's new interactions with the townspeople and the family
FERAL ISABELA!!!
Dolores and Mariano
Unexplored trauma with Dolores and Camilo, GET THEM THEIR SOLO SONGS!!!!
The dads' sides of the family
Abuela Alma trying to do better
Childhoods of the triplets
On that same note, how the couples met each other.
More on Alma and Pedro. Etc
And if you wanted new stuff, HAVE THEM OPEN THE ENCANTO TO LET MORE PEOPLE IN, new technology that Encanto doesn't have access to, new ideas and cultures - it can even bring drama if the new people try to do bad things and the family goes all x-men on them.
It's so many possibilities that if they never do it it's a damn shame.
#THAT'S ONLY WHAT I COULD NAME AT THE TOP OF MY HEAD#LIKE DAMN LET ME WRITE IT. I NEED THIS#jokes jokes#encanto#encanto disney#mirabel madrigal#abuela alma#alma madrigal#bruno madrigal#camilo madrigal#isabela madrigal#dolores madrigal#luisa madrigal#antonio madrigal#julieta madrigal#agustin madrigal#felix madrigal#pepa madrigal#disney
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