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[cowboybeepboop]

Always Been You

“Tell me this isn’t a one time thing,” you mumble against his tan skin as you cuddle closer to him.

“This is definitely not a one time thing,” he reassures you, his voice soft yet firm.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader

Genre: romance/smut, kinda fluff at the end

Word count: 3180

Summary: Tyler is your childhood best friend and just so happens to be your first love, the one man you can’t get over. The feeling is mutual, and after almost screwing it up, he makes the first move.

a/n: It fr is a Glen Powell summer, twisters has brought back my obsession with him 😭 I do take requests so send any you have my way! Hope you enjoy 😊

The summer breeze carried a hint of coolness as the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the lake. You shivered slightly, feeling the goosebumps rise on your arms. You and Tyler had been coming to this spot by the lake since you were kids, sharing secrets and dreams under the shimmering stars. Now, in your early 20s, your friendship had only grown stronger, but something else was simmering just beneath the surface—something you were both afraid to acknowledge.

Tyler, ever attentive, noticed your subtle shiver and instinctively pulled you into his embrace. It felt natural, right, and you sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of your bodies blending as the sun continued its slow descent. In that moment, you felt an overwhelming surge of emotions—love, desire, and a longing that had been building up for years. Snuggling into his chest you sigh contentedly.

The familiar scent of his cologne fills your nostrils, making your heart race. His strong arms around you, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the sound of his heartbeat, it was all so familiar.

Tyler tightens his arms around you, holding you closer. He rested his chin on top of your head, his breath tickling your hair as he began to speak, his voice soft and earnest.

“Can I ask you something?” You look up at him with curiosity in your expression.

“Yeah? What’s up?” He pulls back slightly to meet your eye, his gaze is intent and sincere. His hands slide down to your hips as you turn to face him, his thumbs absentmindedly tracing circles on your skin.

”We’ve been friends for so long now,” he begins, pausing to gather his thoughts. “And lately.. I’ve been feeling different.” His fingers grip you tighter, his thumbs still tracing lazy circles on your hips.

”Ty? What do you mean?” Your eyebrows scrunch as you look at him with worry. “Different how?” You move out of his arms he looks taken aback. He lets out a sigh and rubs the back of his neck nervously.

”Damnit, I'm not good at this,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. He looks at you for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. “I mean I’ve been having… thoughts. About you. Thoughts that maybe we shouldn’t be friends anymore.” He groans at the realization of what he said.

Your eyes fill with hurt as you stand up, “Why?” His hands move to grasp your arm. You yank your arm away, “Why are you saying that?” Tyler winces at your reaction, he hadn’t meant to hurt you.

He runs a hand through his hair, a frustrated look on his face. “I didn’t mean it like that, i just mean…” he struggles to find the right words. “I don’t want to just be friends anymore.” He takes a step towards you, his hand going to your cheek.

“I want.. more than that. He says softly, his eyes pleading. “I want us to be… more” you relax a sigh escaping your parted lips.

”More than just friends?” You giggle, he truly is bad at this, he made you think that things were over between you both.

Tyler gives a sheepish smile, his shoulders relaxing at your light-hearted reaction. His thumb gently brushes your cheek. “Yeah, more than just friends,” he confirms, a hint of relief in his voice.

“I’m sorry I didn’t phrase it well,” he says, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But I really do mean it… I want us to be more than friends.” He steps closer to you, his other hand resting on your hip. “I want you,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tippy toes as you pull yourself closer to him. “I want you too,” you whisper into his ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to make a move.”

Tyler’s heart races as you pull yourself closer to him, your words sending shivers down his spine. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His eyes darken with desire as he gazes down at you.

“Really?” he whispers, his voice gruff. “You’ve been waiting?” He leans down, his lips hovering just above your ear. “How long?” he murmurs before gently nipping at your earlobe.

”Years...” You moan softly as his hands explore your body. “How long are you going to make me wait for a kiss?” You mumble. Tyler growls in response, his grip tightening on your waist. He pulls you even closer, his chest pressed against yours.

“You want a kiss?” he teases, his lips hovering just millimeters from your own. “All you had to do was ask.” He leans in, his breath hot against your skin. “But I must warn you, once I start, I might not stop.”

You press your lips to his in a passionate kiss, your hand going to the back of his head. Pulling away you whisper against his lips “Who said I would want you to?” Your other hand sliding down his back as you lean in for another kiss.

Tyler lets out a guttural moan as your lips meet his in a passionate kiss. His hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into your soft flesh. He leans into the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance between your parted lips. He pushes you backwards, backing you up against a nearby tree.

Breaking off the kiss, he trails kisses down your jawline, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. “You’re driving me insane sweetheart” he whispers huskily. You moan softly as he trails hickeys down your exposed skin.

”Tyler..” you moan his name as he slides his hands up your shirt. His name falling from your lips in a soft moan sets his blood on fire. He continues to kiss and nip at your neck, his hands roaming beneath your shirt, his touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

He sucks a particularly sensitive spot just under your ear, causing you to arch into his touch. “Baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he groans against your skin. You press your fingers into his back, pulling him closer to you.

”Then show me what I’m doing to you,” You mumble into his ear. Your words against his ear send a jolt of electricity down his spine.

Without warning, he lifts you off the ground, gripping your thighs and pressing you against the tree. He devours your mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue exploring the seam of your lips, seeking entry.

His hands grip your thighs tighter as he grinds against you, the growing bulge in his jeans pressing against you. “This,” he murmurs, his breath ragged, “this is what you do to me.”

”Fuck,” you moan, your head falling back against the tree.

Encouraged by your response, Tyler deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he moves his hands to cup your breasts. You gasp into his mouth, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your body. His thumbs flick over your hardened nipples, making you squirm against him.

You wrap your legs around his waist, your core pulsing with desire. He breaks the kiss to gaze into your eyes, which are glazed with lust. "Take me home," you murmur, your voice thick with need. "Now." Tyler's smile widens, his eyes dark with passion.

"With pleasure," he whispers, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you away from the lake, towards the promise of a night filled with long-suppressed passion and the unraveling of a love story that had been waiting to be told.

The short drive home seems like an eternity as you can't resist the urge to explore Tyler's arousal. With the car still moving, you unbuckle your seatbelt and slide closer to him, your hand deftly moving to the bulge in his jeans. Tyler's eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't protest.

Instead, he groans as you unbutton his pants and pull out his hard, throbbing erection. You lean in, wrapping your soft, warm lips around the tip of his length. His grip tightens on the steering wheel as you begin to suck, your tongue swirling around him in a way that makes his hips jerk involuntarily.

The car swerves slightly, but you don't stop, taking him deeper into your mouth. The sensation of his smooth skin against your tongue and the taste of him is intoxicating. Tyler's breathing turns ragged as he watches you in the dim light of the car, his eyes dark with desire.

He adjusts his position, allowing you better access, and you eagerly take advantage, bobbing your head in a rhythm that has him moaning with pleasure. You feel powerful, knowing you're the one driving him wild with need, and you can't wait to feel him lose control completely in your arms.

With a final, desperate thrust, Tyler's body goes rigid as he reaches his climax, his warm release filling your mouth. You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of him as he gasps your name.

He parks the car with trembling hands, and the moment it's in park, he pulls you over to straddle him, his hands tangled in your hair as he deepens the kiss. His hips buck up into you, his arousal still palpable against your center. "Inside," he whispers, his voice hoarse with passion. You nod eagerly, not breaking the kiss as you both fumble with the car door.

The anticipation is almost unbearable as you stumble towards the house, your hands roaming over each other's bodies, unable to get enough. The door slams shut behind you, echoing through the quiet night as you both race to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way.

The air is thick with desire, and the promise of a night filled with passionate exploration and the discovery of each other's bodies. As you fall onto the bed, you know that nothing will ever be the same between you again, but you're ready for this new chapter in your relationship. The love that's been simmering for years is finally ready to burn bright and fiercely, and you can't wait to see where it will take you.

The room is filled with the sound of your moans and his grunts as Tyler's strong body covers yours, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushes into you. He takes his time, savoring every inch of your wet heat, filling you completely. His hips move in a steady rhythm that has you clutching the bedsheets, your legs shaking with the intensity of each thrust.

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as he hits that perfect spot, your breath hitching in your throat. "More," you beg, and he obliges, his pace increasing, his strokes growing more urgent. Your walls tighten around him, your body desperately trying to hold onto the feeling of him deep inside you.

His hands grip your hips, guiding you to meet his every movement, and together, you find a rhythm that feels like it was made just for the two of you. The room is a blur of passion and desire as you both give in to the explosive chemistry that's been building for so long.

The love that's been simmering just beneath the surface of your friendship now burns hot and wild, and you know that this night will be the first of many where you'll explore the depths of your newfound love and lust. Each thrust feels like a declaration of passion, each touch a promise of forever, and as your bodies come together in perfect harmony, you realize that you're exactly where you're meant to be—in the arms of your best friend, now your lover, as you both cross the line from friendship to something far more intimate and profound.

With each powerful thrust, Tyler loses more of his self-control, his passion for you overwhelming him as he feels you tighten around him. His eyes are squeezed shut, his teeth gritted, and his breathing turns ragged as he approaches the precipice of his own climax.

He can feel your nails digging into his back, your moans growing louder, and your hips bucking to meet his every movement. The bed creaks beneath you, a testament to the intensity of your love-making. His grip on your hips tightens, his strokes becoming more erratic as he fights to hold back the tide of pleasure threatening to consume him.

But the feeling of you, so wet and warm, your body responding to his every touch, is too much. With a final, guttural growl, Tyler surrenders to the explosion of ecstasy, burying himself deep inside you as he releases.

Your walls clench around him, milking him for all he's worth, and he collapses onto your chest, his breathing heavy and uneven. For a moment, the world stands still, your hearts pounding in sync as you both bask in the aftermath of your shared passion.

Then, with a soft smile, Tyler kisses your forehead, whispering, "I've been waiting for this for so long." You wrap your arms around him, feeling the same overwhelming love and satisfaction, knowing that this is just the beginning of a love story that has been years in the making.

Tyler flips onto his back, bringing you with him so that you straddle his waist, his still-hard length nestled between your thighs. He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and love as he looks up at you. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice still thick with passion.

You lean down to kiss him, your breasts brushing against his chest as you move to capture his mouth with yours. The kiss is gentle, filled with the sweetness of a love that's been realized.

His hands slide down to your hips, his fingers tracing the curves of your body as you begin to rock against him, his length sliding through your slick folds. He groans into the kiss, his body responding to your movements. You break the kiss, looking down at him with a smoldering gaze.

With a newfound confidence, you guide Tyler's still-throbbing cock into your wetness, straddling him as you begin to ride his length once again. Your hips move in a slow, sensual rhythm, taking him deep inside you as you gaze into his eyes, which are now filled with a mix of love and unbridled desire.

His hands grip your waist, his thumbs pressing into your hips as he lifts you up and down, urging you to go faster, deeper. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through your body, igniting a fire that seems to never die out. Each movement feels like a declaration of love, a silent promise that this is where you both belong.

Tyler's eyes never leave yours as he watches you take control, his admiration for your beauty and strength growing with every moan that escapes your lips. You lean forward, pressing your chest against his, feeling his heart hammer against yours as you move in perfect sync. The room is filled with the sounds of passion—the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of your union, and the unspoken words of love that hang in the air like a sweet, intoxicating perfume.

Tyler's eyes flare with desire, and with a smirk, he takes control, his hips rising to meet your every move. The intimate dance of your bodies continues, each of you learning the other's rhythm, the other's needs. The room is filled with the sound of your skin slapping together, your breathy moans and his deep, needy groans.

The tension builds again, coiling tighter and tighter in your bellies until you're both on the edge once more. Then, with a final, desperate thrust, Tyler arches up into you, his eyes squeezed shut as he finds his release, his body trembling beneath yours. You follow shortly after, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, leaving you both gasping for breath as you collapse into a tangled heap of limbs.

The only sounds in the room are your panting breaths and the soft whispers of "I love you" as you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of your shared love and passion pressing down on you in the most delicious way possible.

As the intensity of your shared passion subsides, Tyler showers your face with gentle kisses, his love for you written in every tender touch. His arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close as if he never wants to let go. You melt into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the steady beat of his heart a comforting reminder of the connection you now share.

The room is bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, painting the walls with shades of pink and orange. With a contented sigh, you snuggle closer, feeling the weight of the day's revelations and the promise of a future filled with passion and love.

As the night stretches out before you, you know that this is just the start of a journey you'll take together, hand in hand, heart to heart. The air is thick with the scent of your combined arousal, a scent that fills the room with a sense of belonging and desire that neither of you can ignore. With one final, lingering kiss, Tyler rolls over, pulling you with him so that you're both lying on your sides, your legs entwined.

“Tell me this isn’t a one time thing,” you mumble against his tan skin as you cuddle closer to him.

His arms tighten around you as you cuddle against him, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. He tilts his head down to kiss the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. “This is definitely not a one time thing,” he reassures you, his voice soft yet firm.

He pulls you closer, his arms encircling you like a protective cocoon. “I want this, I want you. For as long as you’ll have me.” A smile creeps up on your lips as you kiss his chest.

”Then will you take me on a proper date tomorrow?” Breathing in his scent as you close your eyes. Tyler gently pulls the covers up higher, enveloping you in a comforting warmth. He strokes your hair idly as you settle against his chest.

"Of course, sweetheart," he murmurs, his heart swelling with affection. "I'll take you out for the best damn date you've ever been on." He kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment. "I'll make sure it's perfect, just like you."

He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his breath warm and comforting, as the rhythm of his chest rising and falling lulls you into a peaceful slumber. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the warmth of each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of your first night as lovers.

[thewulf]

Sweet Boy || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request! Hi can I request a Jake Seresin imagine with a female reader where he comes home after a stressful day and he pulls her into a hug nuzzling his head into her neck, grabbing as much of her as he can for comfort. He shyly asks if he can lie on her chest as it’s soft, she doesn’t hear him since his head is in her neck so he asks her again looking down at the ground, she moves them both to the ground letting him get comfortable on her chest stroking his hair gently. Once he’s relaxed, he cheekily moves his hand under her to cup her breast stroking it softly to which she calls out Jake laughing at him, he looks up at her with a cheeky grin before saying please baby can I keep my hand there before he pouts at her, she kisses his lips softly nodding at him going back to stroking his hair/face eventually noticing he has fallen asleep snoring softly? Thanks 😊

A/N: Hope you all and anon enjoy!! Shorter than normal but fluffier than ever!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 2,100+

Tying your hair up you grabbed the nearly overflowing mug full of hot chocolate. A particularly cold day sweeping through San Diego made you want to nuzzle up on the couch with the book you were reading and a warm drink. So that’s what you did. You could probably be grading homework or prepping your next lesson, but you weren’t really feeling it tonight. Instead opting for a book and hot chocolate instead.

Your second grade class this year was a dream. You couldn’t believe how well behaved almost every single student acted. This was your first year of teaching that didn’t feel like you were drowning every five minutes too. You finally felt like you got into a rhythm with teaching, you were finally enjoying it after years of struggling through it.

Turning the page, you were surprised to hear your front door lock click open. Sitting up from your spot you locked your eyes onto the front door. After a few seconds and a few choice cuss words the door opened revealing a very sad looking version of your boyfriend.

Setting your book down you gave him a once over, “Honey, are you alright?” You jumped off the couch hurrying over to him.

A small smile traced over his lips when he spotted you. Letting out the sigh he seemed to be holding all day he simply held his arms open for you to come into, “Can I just hold you?” He spoke with a cadence you hadn’t heard from him before.

Jumping into his arms you wrapped your legs around his waist, “Are you okay baby?” You asked leaning back in his embrace trying to search his eyes for some answers. Jake was a touchy guy, but this was out of character for him.

He nodded pulling you back into his embrace, “I’m okay. Just a shitty day.” Sighing he buried his head right into your neck while still holding your thighs tight to his stomach.

“Want to talk about it handsome?” You asked while softly running your fingers down the back of his neck earning a shiver from him.

“No, not really,” He mumbled into your neck, “Just want you.”

Smiling you couldn’t stop the physical reaction you had to his clinginess, your heart rate was picking up rapidly as he squeezed you tight, “Okay, honey. Whatever you want.” Feeling his breath on your neck you had to wonder what had him so frazzled.

Jake was soft when we wanted to be and your ultimate protector all the time. To see him so desperate for your touch and not have anything to say? It worried you a bit. He was always so full of life, making sarcastic remarks as often as you could handle them. This was a side of Jake you had yet to see in your relationship. A side that felt comfortable enough to collapse into your arms.

Only looking up for a second to see where he was he gently set you back down onto the couch. Quickly hoping onto the spot right next you he picked you up with ease shimmying your body right onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulled you right into his chest, craving any and every ounce of contact he could get with you.

“I love you so much baby.” He whispered looking right into your eyes.

Kissing his nose softly your bright smile seemed to help him in his state. Helping his relax a little, “And I love you so much. So so much. So much it hurts.” You looked right back into his eyes as you ran your fingers down the side of his face tracing any feature your eyes could find.

He gave you a look that should’ve stopped your heart right then and there. He looked at you like you were the most perfect creature. Like you could do no wrong, say no wrong. A look you’ve never seen from your boyfriend of almost a year. One that sent your brain into overdrive.

“So pretty,” He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, “Prettiest girl in the world. And you’re all mine. ‘M so lucky.” Mumbling he wrapped his arms around you bringing you impossibly close. Again, he nuzzled his neck right back into the crook of your neck. Taking a deep breath in craving your scent. Your body. Everything about you.

He knew from the second he met you he was going to try and marry you. His nephew ended up in your second grade class after his sister moved out to San Diego for a job. Jake tried to drop off the teary eyed second grader at your classroom, but he just wouldn’t let go of his leg. Stressed because he had to get to work he tried his hardest to get the scared boy to just go to school but nothing Jake said seemed to do worked. But then you showed up hearing the commotion outside your classroom. Your smile when you came out of the classroom immediately melted his heart.

Crouching down you gave the scared teary eyed boy a high-five. Somehow you managed to not only get him to smile but to run right into the room leaving Jake’s leg void of the boy. His eyes widened in shock at how easily you were able to calm him down. Jake couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the drop dead gorgeous second grade teacher that just saved him from a world of trouble with his nephew. He’d would never tell his buddies, but he got far too nervous to ask you out that day.

So, what did he do? Jake offered to drop his nephew off every day for a few weeks while he worked up the courage to get your number. He hadn’t a clue why he failed to have the ability to ask you out but every time he saw you it was like his brain forgot what sentences were.

You, on the other hand, felt your heart clinch when you heard the crying child outside your door. It wasn’t as common with second graders, but you occasionally were met with a teary eyed, snot nosed baby who didn’t want to leave their parent. What you weren’t expecting was to be met with an incredibly handsome, albeit stressed looking, man in a military uniform. Flashing the man a quick smile you dropped to the ground getting your eyes level with the little boy.

Giving him a high five and whispering him words of encouragement plus the mention of all the cool toys in your room brought the boy away from his uncles leg. The little one gave you a cheeky smile before bolting into the room leaving just you and the handsome stranger. You made small talk with the military man learning that he was his uncle and not his dad giving you some sort of hope you knew wasn’t likely there.

But you were surely mistaken. Jake was enamored by you. By your sweetness and kindness. By the way you listened to every word of every child like it was the most important conversation to be had. By the way your eyes lit up at nearly everything, fascinated by the world. By the way you were so lively and free. He was smitten to say the least. It took him a few months to buck up the courage to ask the pretty teacher on a date. He was so thankful that he did. The two of you falling into sync quickly. Like two peas in pod.

Things only seemed to get better month after month for your relationship. You’d never felt so comfortable and secure in one before. He just always made you feel so good about yourself. And now, it was your chance to return the love to him. Something was up and you craved to comfort him, to hold him.

“You’re too sweet to me Mr. Seresin.” You giggled as he trailed kisses down your neck, careful not to leave any bruises or your second graders might have some questions.

“Never.” He paused his kisses looking up at you, “You deserve everything and more darling.”

Smiling so hard it hurt your jaw you could only look at him as he buried his head back into the crook of your neck just holding you close. You felt his chest vibrate and you neck tickle as he tried to speak. You only heard inaudible mumbles though.

Laughing softly, you began running your hands down the back of his head, “What was that baby?” You asked genuinely curious as to what he had to say.

He kissed your neck again before looking away from you altogether. Staring at the ground Jake didn’t want to ask the question again. It took him too long to work up the courage in the first place. There was something about you that just made him all nervous. Frowning you observed his state of almost embarrassment? Like he was ashamed of the question.

“Honey?” You continued playing with his short hair hoping to draw him back into you.

“Can I…” He paused before sighing, “Can I lay on your chest?” He smiled sweetly finally looking back you.

Nodding you grinned at him, “Course baby.” It didn’t come as a second thought to you. Jake’s love language was physical touch and boy did he crave it. You saw just how much he needed it when he was distressed too. It was only the second date that he held your hand almost the entire time you went through the museum, surprisingly it was Jake’s idea. He thought you would like the pretty artwork. He was right naturally. Seemingly understanding you entirely from the get go.

You on the other hand weren’t the biggest fan of physical touch. Or so you thought. Then you met Jake, and it was different with him. Obviously it was different with him, everything seemed to be different with him. Every stereotype could be left at the door when it came to Jake Seresin. He never ceased to amaze you. And you him.

He perked up a bit, “Really?”

“Yeah,” You giggled kissing his cheek, “Why would I say no?”

He shrugged before scooping you up in his arms. You would protest but you knew you would lose. Part of Jake’s love of physical touch meant he picked you up all the time. More often than not he’d carry you to bed just wanting to be close. At first you’d protest but slowly, over the last few months, you’ve just gotten used to it.

He laid you on the ground, gently, before handing you a pillow. Laying all the way down you grinned as you watched him move to the ground, laying his head on your left side. Sighing contently Jake shut his eyes with a soft grin on his face. You knew that grin meant trouble.

Deciding to ignore it you continued massaging his head and playing with his hair. You just wanted him to feel comfortable. A quite Jake was a rare sight to see. You adored your usually chatty boy.

Quickly he ran his hand under your loose fitting t shirt making his way right to you boob. Settling on just cupping it.

“Hey!” You giggled not making a move to shoo him away just glad to see some life behind his eyes again.

“What?” Jake grinned with amusement dancing behind his previously dull eyes.

“You know what you little…” You trailed off giggling as he ran his hand all over you abdomen and chest. You felt euphoric as your boyfriend trailed you.

“Little what?”

Rolling your eyes, you bit your cheek feeling consumed by his love.

“I can stop if you want me too.” Jake frowned knowing you were an absolute sucker for it.

“Shush, you know I like it.”

He nodded letting his hand rest right on your right side. Feeling all too content Jake let his head lay against your left side. He felt all the emotions as you caressed his head lulling him into drowsiness he wasn’t aware was coming over him.

Before you knew it you heard Jake’s soft snores as he laid his head fully on top of you. You could only smile to yourself as you continued running your hands along his head. Oh, how content you were with him. You never knew just how good life could be until you ran into Jake that fateful day. Closing your eyes, you hoped to drift off with him into a dreamless sleep.

[vagabond-umlaut]

paper planes

brother to fushiguro tsumiki. (unofficially adopted) son to gojo satoru and you. nephew to a host of sorcerer uncles and aunts. (unwilling) assistant to the white-haired idiot. and, finally, ringbearer at your and gojo's still-undetermined wedding.

one teeny-tiny boy with one too many identity is what fushiguro megumi is - until he isn't. with lots and lots of sniffles and sniggers...

▸ gojo satoru x fem! reader; established relationship; post hidden inventory arc; manga spoilers; proposals; adoptions; alternate universe happy for everyone except toji lovers (sorry ＞︿＜)

▸ two fics in a week, wow. guess this is what is called a brainrot, huh? read this post by @/mintmatcha on tumblr and started writing this lol. but the plot of this story is miles, tons, eons away from that post, i swear. also, this fic is set in the same universe as blue hawaii but you need not read that first to read this. treat this as a stand-alone if you wanna! 😊 anyways, gif, divider and characters ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

"yeah, yeah, i've got it all planned."

a discreet eye roll is all megumi gives as he goes through the menu card in his hands. a little distance away, he can spy tsumiki and you seated at a table, you tying his sister's long hair into braids while the latter laughs, probably at a joke you cracked.

a tiny smile rests on the little boy's face at the sight - which vanishes when he feels a large hand tousle his hair. you had spent hours and hours righting his hair into a proper shape; why must this idiot always mess everything up?

megumi looks up to find his guardian looking down at him with a shit-eating grin; though he can clearly see the nerves it's covering.

idiot.

phone wedged in between his ear and shoulder, gojo mutters a "one sec, suguru," and crouches down to the boy's eye level. the latter gives back an unimpressed stare.

"decided what you wanna have, 'gumi? remember mom and sis there asked you to choose for them today."

megumi feels an urge to say you two aren't his real parents - but stamps it down instantly. the both of you have been as good as real parents can be to their kids - or maybe even better. the boy has read books, watched movies and listened to his classmates talk about their families; the tiny urchin-head knows.

with a huff, he points at the double chicken fillet burger box - it's tsumiki's favourite and you too don't seem to dislike it. with a nod, gojo rises and placing his orders, returns to the call, beaming expression again directed at megumi.

"yeah, yeah, don't worry, man," he speaks into the phone, then drops his volume to a mere whisper, "'my little kiddo here is a born actor. he remembers the entire plan, step by step - don't you, buddy?"

megumi gives an imperceptible nod, itching back to get back to the table. he already would have - needless to say, the little munchkin prefers your company to gojo's, way way more - but their orders have not been delivered yet and the boy promised to be-

a little tap on the shoulder draws him from his musings and he cranes his neck up to find gojo frowning. "no, megumi didn't want to discuss the plan with me before leaving. no, he doesn't like you better- hey," the man looks at him, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose revealing his indignant gaze, "you wanna discuss with uncle suguru one last time?"

an indifferent shrug is all the reply he gives.

while uncle suguru isn't the best uncle he has, he isn't the worst either. the others are- oh, wait. the others include uncle kento and uncle yu. they are literal angels compared to him. so... maybe... he is the worst... never mind. it's too late to back out anyways.

grumbling, gojo hands him the phone. "hello uncle," megumi greets just like you and tsumiki have taught him to. the man behind mutters something along the lines of ''traitor" or something; the boy pays him no mind.

"hey champ," the voice floats over the line, pleasant, kind and the way people talk to babbling babies. megumi's bored face turns irritated. "let's discuss the semantics one last time before boarding your flight, okay?"

"yeah, okay," megumi says, and casting a sideways glance at his bundle-of-nerves guardian, continues, "we're going to reykjavik," he looks at gojo, silently asking if he pronounced it correctly. the man sends him a thumbs-up with an encouraging grin.

the kid continues, "the plane will land at noon day after tomorrow, which is mom's birthday. first, we will go to the hotel. then, after resting, in the evening, we will head out in a car to watch the northern lights. and then-"

"-when it's the right moment, your dad will pop the question to your mom and you'll click the camera. got it, mr. future ringbearer?" finishing the rest of the sentence for him, the man at the other end asks, sounds of pans clacking and food sizzling in the background. nana-chan and mimi-chan must have woken up.

megumi nods. "yeah, got it, mr. future best man."

a chuckle comes in response to his comment. "you're a lot like your mom, y'know?"

"yeah," he mumbles, waving back to you and tsumiki, a little smile on his otherwise-impassive-but-always-adorable face, "i know."

"good," the man says, then pauses when a loud crash booms through the air and through the phone, a set of two wailing voices following it not soon after. megumi can quite literally picture the wincing frown his uncle is wearing as he says the next words in a hurry, "okay, 'gumi. talk to you later. bye, and best of luck! satoru's counting on his little assistant."

"yeah, thanks," he responds but is too late - the call is already cut by then.

giving the phone back to gojo, who's tapping his sneakers-clad feet on the floor, he looks back ahead, wondering when the hell heck their token number will be displayed and when they will get their food.

to the kid's great relief, it doesn't take a lot of time.

before long, the four of you are seated around the table, gojo stealing a sip from your drink and you stealing fries from him, all the while tsumiki giggles loudly at your antics. megumi smiles, before he hides it behind the burger which he takes a bite from.

the four of you really look like a family, don't you?

"hey, guys, can i have your attention for a sec, please?" your sudden question startles him from his mind. the boy turns to find you with your usual grin, albeit a smidgen of anxiety can be found in the way your fingers drum on the table.

megumi shares a look with tsumiki and gojo. they look as confused as he feels. "do i have your attention, people?" you ask again, manner growing a tad solemn unlike your usual, though the affection is still evident in your tone.

gojo and tsumiki nod immediately. you turn to him, gently smiling, "can i have your attention too, 'gumi? please?"

the boy nods his head instantly. "yeah, yeah. sure," he replies, scooting his chair closer to yours. you send him a relieved smile. "good, 'cause what i'm going to say next is very important. so, listen to me carefully, 'kay?"

all three of them are eager to nod in affirmation and anticipation.

scouring through your backpack, you retrieve a couple of pretty important-looking papers, and placing them back on the table, clasp your hands atop them. the kid spots gojo shoot you a worried look to which you respond with a reassuring smile.

the man's frown fades a little.

gaze now darting from one kid to another, you begin, "you two know, right, we love you very much?"

"yeah!" tsumiki exclaims, but is quick to fall silent when megumi shoots her a glare. you proceed, lips pressing into a thin line, "but we cannot adopt you two, in spite of how much all us want it to happen. we tried to, many, many times. but those higher-ups just won't let us do that."

a second passes - one wherein his young brain registers your words - before, lower lip wobbling, the boy casts his gaze down upon his light-up sneakers.

is this where you'll say he'll be sent to those zen'ins? away from his sister? away from you and gojo? away from all his uncles, aunts, nana-chan and mimi-chan?

megumi feels a hand card through his locks gently. looking up, he finds you with a soft smile. "but the thing is 'toru and i didn't let them defeat our purpose. we thought, you two can choose to be my clan's wards. not 'toru's, because of fucking - sorry, please forget i said that word - i meant, idiotic clan politics. so, what do you think?"

megumi turns to his sister, a pensive look plastered on her face the way it is on his. gojo adds, a tender smile in place of his usual stupid grin, "no pressure, kids. the both of us won't love you two any less and will be equally fine in case you choose not to."

"you guys can take how much ever time you need to think. there's no hurry," megumi hears you say, your warm hand rubbing circles on his back, as he turns back to his half-eaten burger.

a long moment passes.

passengers enter the cafeteria, they leave the cafeteria. the four of you remain seated, quietly munching on your food.

the boy finally removes his gaze from his now-empty tray and sends an inquiring, confused, hopeful look to his sister. tsumiki smiles back with a tiny nod. the little kid feels his heart burst with joy.

"we want to," the two of them answer in unison, and within a fraction of a second, megumi finds himself swept up in a warm hug alongside his sister, by you. "thank you for giving me, for giving us a chance," he hears you mutter quietly in a tear-choked voice. the boy simply pats your back the way you do to him. he soon feels another set of arms wrap around the three of you.

megumi thinks he has never felt happier or safer than in this moment.

a while passes with the four of you in this manner, enwrapped in an embrace, before you all finally pull away from each other.

the boy returns to his seat, rubbing his eyes. a minute passes in composing all of yourselves before you state, munching on another fry, "so, step one, including tsumiki and megumi into my legal family is done and successful. thank you, my loves."

tsumiki beams back at you; megumi returns a tiny smile. you grin at them - which, the kid watches, turns slyer as you switch your focus to your boyfriend.

the little boy stares at you, then stifles a snicker - he thinks he has a pretty good idea of what's gonna happen next. his gut instincts are rarely wrong, after all.

"but, 'toru..." you drawl, grin giving way to a smirk as gojo smiles back - perplexed but loving all the same. "for the step two, making you my legal family too, guess i need to wait to say 'yes' until the northern lights viewing two days later... don't i?"

a beat passes, then another, and another.

a loud gasp sounds from tsumiki. megumi turns to his dad - who's gaping wide-eyed at his mom now, the man's face whiter than his ugly hair - and smirks. just like the imp the goggles-wearing idiot always calls him at home, despite you repeatedly telling him not to.

gojo looks back at him, shock written on, engraved into his features.

"though i didn't really help you propose, i'm still the ringbearer, right?"

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Hmm I'm curious about seeing your spin on a yandere Akane Owari and Sonia nevermind~ I hope this request is right up your alley😊😊😊

(WOOOOO!!! Our yandere requests are coming back!! Ill try my best! Hope u enjoy!!

Sonia Nevermind

•So lets start off when you two first met so for example lets say you twi were best friends, and slowly over time she started to develop a crush on you, it was a harmless crush at first but it slowly got WORSE

•Soon you two were out taking a peaceful walk around the park u til you told her something that made her snap

‘Sonia, I know I should’ve told you sooner but.. Tomorrow Im leaving japan and I’m going to [HOME COUNTRY NAME]’

•That made her freak out, realizing how much she LOVED YOU how she NEEDED you and your just..LEAVING?! She had to do something about that she wasnt allowing that!

•Before you left you hugged Sonia tightly but while in the hug you felt a sharp pain on your neck making you dizzy the last thing you heard was

‘ It will all be over soon.. ‘

•You woke up in a fancy house, golden furniture everywhere, but the windows were sealed shut as you were chained to a bed hearing footsteps coming through the door, seeing sonia with a sadistic smile on her face

‘ You’re finally mine dear! All mine.. ‘

Akane Owari

•Most likely you both met by you giving her your food, but she thought you were really cool! And really pretty to..

•She always tried to help you work out a bit, liking your confidence but she also started to develop a small crush like sonia did

•She went for advise to Neckomaru and he said ‘ Go for it! ‘ so she did and this can go both ways, she would take you on a food date setting up a little picnic at [FAVORITE PARK NAME]

‘ Name.. Would you like to be my [S/O]..? ‘

•If you said yes then she would be so happy, hugging you and spinning you around, but she would be very overprotective, if anyone looks at you, touches you, even BREATHES on you their dead, dont you wonder why so many people went missing?

•If you said no then, she would look at you with a blank stare, before you could react she knocked you out cold

•You woke up with cold sweat on your face as you would be tied to a chair and tape over your mouth as your struggled and struggled before the door opened

‘ It doesnt matter if you dont love me… you are MINE ‘

(TY FOR REQUESTING!!! NEXT POST COMING IN A FEE HOURS!!)

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In the Heat of the Moment | Part 3

Word Count: 5K

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader, mentioned Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Story Description: Every month female Omatikayans go through their heat whilst men go through their rut. It’s a time for mates to engage in the most animalistic desires. But when one of the two is gone, it can be a rather painstaking endeavor. With Neteyam gone on a hunting trip, (Y/N) has to go through her heat alone for the first time. Or does she?

Warnings: SMUT (+18, minors DNI), infidelity, p in v sex, public sex, semi-public sex, edging

All characters are of age/over 18

A/N: I’m so excited about this one-shot turned series and I'm glad so many of you enjoy it as well! All other parts have been laid out, all I've gotta do is write them jijiji 🤭 but you'll be getting them soon. Once I'm finished with this series, I think I'll be able to get to my others. My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing🥺👉👈. Hope you enjoy, and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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In the Heat of the Moment | Part 3

It wasn’t right. None of it was. And it shouldn’t have felt like it could be. 

But entangled in each other’s arms, their bodies as close as possible, that was how it felt like. 

In dreams, everything felt possible. Under the safe shade of slumber, nothing could ever be wrong. She felt warm and protected, comforted under the idea that everything was as it should have been. 

Alas, dreams end the second one wakes. 

“Did you hear that?” (Y/N) startled awake, her body shooting up at the possibility of someone lurking outside. “Ma Jake!”

His eyes fluttered, exhaustion still weighing on them. Until he too heard what had woken her up. On the outside of the tent, a branch had snapped. This could have easily been gravity’s fault, but it could indicate that someone was approaching and could witness the depravity that had gone down inside (Y/N)’s and Neteyam’s marital nest. 

They scrambled to cover themselves, tying their loincloths around their waists, and the girl scattered to dress in a poncho Kiri had gifted her after her rite of passage ceremony — the same night she had been mated to Neteyam. It was a tighter knit than the one the Sully daughter wore and, paired with the necklace her husband had woven for her, it was sure to hide the purple marks that were scattered across her body. 

Her heart tightened as she dressed in gifts from her husband and sister-in-law. There she was, trying to hide the aftermath of a crazed morning with Jake using presents his own children had given her. A reminder of the people who would truly get hurt if their entanglement was ever discovered. 

Footsteps got closer to (Y/N)’s nest, leaves crunching under their feet. The sound made her heart punishing, loud enough she could hear it in their fluttering ears. The steps were getting closer. Too close. Close enough they would find Jake and the wife of his son together. 

Then, they disappeared. It was merely someone passing by. No one had been eavesdropping or spying on them. Just a clan member walking. 

“That was close,” Jake chuckled before hugging the shaking girl. “Probably shouldn’t have fallen asleep.” 

“Sleep wasn’t the problem, Jake. It was everything else,” she worried. “We need to talk about this. Talk about putting a stop to…”

Jake didn’t want to have that conversation, at least not at that moment. He wanted to savor the moment, savor her for the time he could. “Tonight,” he responded, interrupting her sentence. “We can talk tonight. After dinner.”

“Jake…” 

“After dinner.” He made his way to the entrance, stopping at the flap to gift her a smile before exiting. “I promise. Just go about your day, baby girl. We’ll talk later.” 

He left a second later, leaving (Y/N) reeling and confused. A million thoughts were running through her head, mostly how everything she had done would devastate the people she loved the most. It was bad enough that she had been unfaithful to her husband, but she could ruin two families because she had made a bad decision. 

A bad decision that made her feel so good. A choice that made her thrilled and terrified all at the same time. It filled her with an excitement that took over her completely, body and mind. An overwhelming sensation that clouded all reason. 

She was questioning everything, her head drowning in thoughts as she made her way to Mo’at’s tent for her studies. (Y/N) could barely reciprocate the hellos people threw her way as she walked by, too entranced by the thoughts in her mind. 

“What is troubling your mind, child?” Mo’at broke her out of her trance, the mixture she had to turn into a paste already past its state. “You have been distracted these past few days.”  

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she responded. She could not leave any space for interpretation. If anyone could read words unsaid, it would be her Tsahik. “I guess I haven’t been sleeping well.”  

“I think I know why.” (Y/N)’s heart pounded against her chest. Had it been her outside her tent? Could it be that Neytiri’s mother had witnessed her daughter’s husband sleeping with his daughter-in-law? “Your heart is uneasy. You are missing your husband. I know this is the first time he’s been away for so long.”  

“Yes,” she breathed. “I am missing Neteyam. It’s weird to wake up and not have him there.” Because she was waking up with someone else. “I know seven days is not much, but I’ve always been with him every day for years. I feel like I am going insane without him.”  

“Love does make one crazy,” Mo’at chuckled. “It is okay to miss your husband, my child. It is only natural that you’re uneasy when the one you love is away. But your connection with Neteyam is unbreakable. No matter how far he is, or you are, you and that child are always bound to one another. Through Eywa, your souls will forever be affixed together.” 

“That is true,” she forced a smile. Though her words were meant to be comforting, they only helped to tighten the coil in her heart. It reminded her of the abominable actions she had participated in. “I just have to hold on for four more days.” 

“It is okay to miss Neteyam. Let your heart ache for your husband.” She reached over and placed a hand on (Y/N)’s chest. “Your heart is strong and it calls for him to be near. When you love someone so much even seconds can feel like an eternity when they are far.” 

“It makes me feel weak,” (Y/N) confessed. “If I can’t handle him being away for seven days. What will happen if he needs to be away longer? If – Eywa forbid – the sky-people come back and he has to defend our people on long missions? Will I become crazed and reckless?” More than she already had?

“Pray Eywa that day never comes, ‘eveng. But you’ve only been married a year, and you’ve spent your whole life with Neteyam by your side” Mo’at continued. “In time, that twinge in your heart will become easier and easier to bear. When he comes back, talk to him. You’ll find ways to cope with his absence, together. You are a unit now, (Y/N). Bonded, mind, body, and soul, in this life and after.”  

“I needed to hear that, ma Mo’at. Irayo si.” 

“If you ever need someone to talk to, ʼeveng, know I am here for you,” the woman smiled. “My door is always open for you. No matter what.”  

If only she knew. “Thank you,” (Y/N) answered. “I promise to try my hardest to docs on my work. No more liquified mixtures.”  

“It’s quite alright, ʼeveng. Kiri made enough yesterday. We can work on something else today.”  

Hours passed quickly as (Y/N) put her worries aside and chose to focus on her work. She concentrated on the ingredients before her to make healing ointments, the fabrics they used to wrap wounds, and pushed Jake deep in her head. 

And everything was perfectly fine whilst she was safe in the confines of her tsahik’s tent. There she did not have to worry about Jake and his beguiling allure, did not have to worry about his children finding out about them, and definitely did not have to worry about how much she was hurting Neteyam. She could be as oblivious and carefree as she needed to be. 

It was easy to ignore her reality when curtained walls separated her from the real world. But time waited for no one, and the sun had started to set signaling the end of her work day. The moment had come to face Jake Sully and his children. 

As she walked to the Sully family tent, (Y/N) busied herself by chewing the inside of her cheek. There was no need to be nervous, she thought. Eating meals with the family was something she had done for years. Nothing new. 

She could hear their voices from the other side of the tent, sibling squabbles and a reprimanding father. That was their normal, the family she belonged to. 

“(Y/N)!!” Tuk exclaimed as the woman walked through the entrance. Forgetting whatever argument she has been involved in with Lo’ak, the younger girl ran to her sister-in-law and wrapped her in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you.” 

“I missed you too, Tuk,” she smiled. “But I’m here now, and I am starving.” 

She looked around the room. Everyone had taken their place around the table, there was only one space available. 

“Here, (Y/N),” Jake smirked. “I saved you a seat.” 

Her breath hitched in her throat. There was no plausible excuse not to sit next to him that wouldn’t reveal their complicated relationship. Especially not when Sully’s children held expectant smiles on their faces. Her only choice was to take the place next to Jake. 

There wasn’t much space to keep a comfortable distance from the older man. She crossed her legs as she sat next to him, her knee pressed to the skin of his thigh. Warmth spreading through where their bodies touched. Only a grade of their skin, and had already started affecting her. 

It shouldn’t have rippled through her the way it had, least of all in front of the family. Still, she couldn’t help the theater that started to pool between her legs. She couldn’t stop the way it coursed through her and filled her with wanton anticipation. 

“I’m glad you’ve joined us, (Y/N),” Kiri commented as the girl settled next to Jake. “I know how hard these couple of days have been for you. We all miss Neteyam, but I know it’s worse for you.” 

“I don’t miss him,” Lo’ak grinned. “He could stay away for longer if he wanted.” 

“Lo’ak,” his sister reprimanded. “He doesn’t mean that. Lo’ak is just jealous Nete got to go on the hunting trip and he didn’t.” 

“You still have much to learn, son,” Jake interjected. “And we all know your brother is more experienced in hunting. Soon enough you’ll be able to go on these trips with your mother. For now, it’s Neteyam that helps train the young ones.” 

At the mention of her husband’s name, his father placed a hand on (Y/N)’s thigh. Her heart raced and her body tensed. It was a mindless move, too daring to do in front of his family. But he continued to move it higher and higher across the valley of her skin 

To her, it was a brash touch. A careless decision on his part. To him, it was calculated. He was testing her reactions. Jake wanted to see just how far he could take it before she broke. Test how long she could keep herself composed before she was pleading to him to take her. The daringness of doing it in front of his family only worked to add to the thrill of the moment. 

“But I know (Y/N) here missed Neteyam just a bit more than all of us,” Jake said. His hand was centimeters away from her core, reaching for her heat slowly. One more slide and his pinkie could slide under her loincloth, shielded by their table. ‘I’m sure it’s just as much as I miss Neytiri. Everything is difficult when your mate is away. One day you’ll all understand that.” 

“At least you still got us, (Y/N),” Lo’ak chuckled. “We’ll keep you busy until Neteyam comes back.” 

His boyish behavior helped the ache in her body, grounding her in the reality of the moment. She grasped Jake’s hand before it could get any closer, giving it a warning squeeze. This couldn’t happen. Not here.

But Jake was nothing but persistent. He escaped (Y/N)’s grasp and continued his exploration. His hand pushed her loincloth aside and found her wetness. Just like he knew she’d be, she was drenched. 

“Exactly, son,” he smirked. He had gathered her slick and started teasing the bundle of nerves between her legs. (Y/N)’s hand gripped his wrist tightly, trying with all of her might to push him away. But his determination was stronger than her will. “We’re here for whatever you need, (Y/N).” 

(Y/N) forced a painful smile to share with the family, her strength reserved to hide the fact that their father was touching her under the table and sending waves of pleasure through her body. His fingers caressed her clit, alternating speeds to tease the girl. It was a game to him, and he wanted to enjoy every second of it.

The family continued eating and chattering, focused on their sibling quarrels and the spread before them. (Y/N) tried her best to focus as well, adding commentary here and there, and munching on the food before her. But her concentration fell into swallowing down moans and groans as Jake continued his attack. He brought her close enough to her peak, only to remove his hands and bring her down. Simply to ambush her again and repeat the process. 

Yet, her body was starting to betray her. She had to hold her over-excited tail, keep her ears from fluttering, and steady her breathing as best as she could. She felt like a bubble filling and filling with air, threatening to burst at any point. And Jake did nothing more but smirk the whole time. 

The music was building inside her. The crescendo of another orgasm reaching its limit. Jake could already tell. He had started to learn her tells, how her body spoke when they were together. He pressed on. The circling of her clit grew faster and faster, gathering her essence to glide over it easily. 

His ministrations siphoned a moan from her as he allowed her to finish… right there… in front of the family. Thankfully, she was quick enough to hide it with a loud cough, throwing her head forward and hiding it with one of her arms. 

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Tuk questioned, passing her a cup of water. 

“Uh, just fine,” (Y/N) smiled. They were all oblivious to what their father had done as he placed a concerned mask on his face. “Food just went down the wrong pipe.”

Jake removed his hand from between her legs, using it to pat her on the back. If there was one thing he was good at, it was functioning perfectly under pressure. 

He made sure the fingers he’d placed on her didn’t make contact with her skin. After pretending he was helping her, he made sure she was watching as he placed those same digits into his mouth. His face contorted in pleasure as he savored her taste on his fingers. 

“I know the food is good, but you gotta be careful, (Y/N),” he chuckled. “Is it me or is this the sweetest utumauti we’ve ever had?” 

“Must be yours dad,” Lo’ak answered. “Mine taste like always.” 

“You might be right, son. Might be mine.” 

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. With everyone keeping their hands to themselves, (Y/N) found the remnant of her time there comforting. Being around the family always made her feel elated. Having lost her mother at a young age and her father a few years back, the Sullys had taken her under their wing, in more ways than one.  

She was saying her goodbyes to the Tuk after agreeing to spend the next day with Kiri and Lo’ak once her duties were completed when she felt Jake’s figure behind her. He towered over her, the warmth from his body reaching her without a single touch. 

“Alright, gang. I’m gonna take (Y/N) back to her tent,” Jake announced to his family, only he and (Y/N) knew the intent behind his words. “Then, I have some things I have to do. Might end up crashing on a snonivi to not wake you guys. Don’t wait up, alright?”

“Yes, sir,” they all chorused. 

The name sent shivers through (Y/N)’s body. The same name she had moaned against his ear as he filled her. It was a sign of respect from the children, but it was a filthy name she got to call him. 

They walked in silence to her nest, careful of their steps. The night had already crept around the village and many peacefully slept. The sounds of a few people talking mixed with the whistling of the wind filled the gaps in the quiet, not many were still awake. The air was warm and comfortable laced with something (Y/N) couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

Until Jake pushed her against a tree in a secluded area that is. 

Her skin was buzzing as Jake kissed her roughly, his hand gripping at her waist as he pushed her deeper into the tree. The bark was rough against the skin of her back, leaving red and angry scratches on her back. She held onto his neck, needing any support to stabilize her body against the attack. 

“Jake,” she struggled out. His lips focused only on hers. “Ma Jake, we can’t do this here.” 

“There’s no one around, baby girl,” he groaned in her ear. He took her hand and guided it onto the hardened member that was tenting his loincloth. “I can’t wait. I don’t wanna wait.” 

“Anyone could catch us. Rutxe, ma Jake. We’re almost there.”

“I want you here and now, (Y/N).” His tone was menacing, but not threatening. He was establishing dominance, he was showing her who was the one calling the shots. “And I know you do too. Remember I can smell you, baby girl. I know you didn’t get enough at dinner.” 

A whimper left her mouth as Jake snaked his hand between her legs, witnessing what he had already done to her. She was putty in his hands. A single touch had her knee buckling, her hands gripping tightly onto his arms. He pushed his fingers into her, stretching her out without much preamble. No gentleness, no decorum. 

He thrust quickly into her, curling the tip of his three fingers to attack her bundle nerves from the inside as his thumb worked it from the outside. It was an onslaught of pleasure to her body that had her biting down on her lower lip to camouflage the moans that threatened to spill out. 

Her arousal mixed with the danger of not only being caught with Jake, but being caught out in the open with him. She should not have been that excited to have her father-in-law’s fingers inside her whilst any clan member, even his own children, could catch them in the act. Adrenaline, cortisol, and the strongest fervor ransacked her body. 

Jake felt her walls clenching around him as his pace quickened, his fingers chasing her climax. His yellow eyes were focused on her face. Her tightly shut eyes, the red hue that overtook her blue skin, her lowered ears, and the droplet of blood that had formed from biting her lip. 

He knew she wanted to scream and yell out just how good he could make her feel. And he wished he could hear her. He wanted nothing more than to have her moans fill his ears, her whines and whimpers making them flicker. Instead, he crashed his lips onto her, his tongue licking across her bottom one. Pressed against him, she let out her sounds, muffled into his mouth. 

She came around his fingers, wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt her body grow weak. Out there, where anyone could see, she had orgasmed with her chief’s fingers buried deep inside her. 

“I know you’re not yet spent,” he chuckled against her. “You’ve got more in you, baby girl.” 

He flipped her over, pressing her chest onto the tree. His hands roamed her body, tracing the expanse of it with his fingers. As he pushed her loincloth to the side with one hand, he grabbed himself with the other. He aligned himself with her entrance, chuckling at the look of surprise that spread across (Y/N)’s eyes. 

“Ready?” The question was a formality. He was not asking her, not really. Jake was reminding her who was in control, whose will was being fulfilled. 

In one thrust, his length spread her folds and he was buried to the hilt. His ships pressed against her skin, her tightness enveloping him fully. As he groaned quietly at the feeling of her walls around him, (Y/N) found herself slapping a hand on her mouth to swallow the moan she felt at the stretch. 

Her body was growing used to having him inside. His size tested her to new lengths, filling her insides entirely. He made her feel erratic and injudicious. Whenever he was near her, she threw all caution to the wind. All the worries that clouded her mind when they were apart seemed to dissipate the second his hands were on her. 

His pace was relentless and messy. His hips met her backside harshly, the sounds of their skin swallowed only by the call of the wind dancing through the branches of the trees. He gripped her hips strongly, chasing his own finish as fast as he could. He was desperate and extremely aroused. All he could think of at that moment was his own finish.

Spending the whole day apart had birthed a deep want inside him that could only be satiated by (Y/N). He had spent his time with flashes of their encounters firing inside his head, the pressure in his stomach tightening at every scene. Her smell was eternally permeated in his nostrils, the feel of her skin tingling across his palms, the feeling of her clenching walls hugged him. She was intoxicating and he was insatiable. He only had three more days with her and he would take advantage of every second. 

“I’m so close, baby girl,” he whispered against her ear. “I know you are too. I can feel you.  

(Y/N) whimpered in response. Jake was right. As much as she wanted to pretend that he didn’t know her body, he had learned everything about it in very little time. She could feel the way her own body reacted to him, the way she tightened against him, the way she drenched at the mere thought of having him inside her. It was an experience she never thought she would have with someone that wasn’t Neteyam. 

His hand circled her body, two of his fingers assaulting her aching bud to push her climax over the top. He circled and massaged the bundle of nerves as quickly as he pistoned into her. His chest heaved with his sharp breaths. The hand he kept on her hip dug into her soft skin, denting its way into it. Their tails were entangled with one another, pushing the other closer together. 

It didn’t take long for Jake to bottom out inside her, his seed once more mixing with her essence – a reoccurring and now natural occurrence to them. His body slumped against her, his arms wrapping around her waist to stabilize her body. Their breathings were matched, the sweat on their bodies glistened, their arms and tails enveloping them close. 

“We should… we should go,” (Y/N) breathed. “We can’t get caught here, Jake. Let’s go.” 

“Yes, we should,” he grinned. “Because I’m not done with you just yet.” 

Jake grabbed her hand, leading her quickly to her nest. For them, the night had just started. They walked fast, jumping over branches and dodging tents and hammocks. Until they finally reached the privacy of her nest. 

Before the entrance flap was fully closed, Jake attacked her lips with his. He devoured her mouth and explored her, only breaking the kiss to remove the three pieces of clothing that covered her body. Pieces that had such strong sentimental value, mindlessly scattered on the ground. Discarded like unnecessary obstacles that stood in the way of their main objective instead of the meaningful items they were. 

“Wait, wait, sir,” she panted. “We need to talk. We have to talk.” 

“Not now, little one,” Jake groaned. “Let’s just enjoy this – enjoy us. We don’t have much time left, and I know you’re enjoying this just as much as I am.” 

“But…” 

“No buts, (Y/N).” He was frustrated – sexually and mentally. He was sure of what he wanted at that moment. He knew he wanted her. “I told you this morning. If you don’t want this, if you want me to go, just tell me.” 

“That’s not what I want. I don’t want you to go. But I think…” 

“Stop thinking, (Y/N)!” His voice boomed, exasperation laced with his words. But as she flinched slightly at his tone, his eyes grew softer. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her. Jake placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb running over her cheek comfortingly. “I’m sorry. We just have our hours counted, baby girl. I don’t want to waste them talking about what we both know inevitably will happen.”  

“Three days then,” she conceded. “In three days we have to talk about this.” 

“Yes! Three days.” He pecked her lips, a smile spreading on his face. “I promise in three days we’ll talk all you want, but let’s enjoy our time now without worrying about the future. So, can we just have these moments? Even if we’re delusional enough to think everything is normal between us. Can we just pretend?” 

“Yes, we can,” she returned the smile. “Now, kiss me.” 

She stood on her tiptoes to crash her lips onto his, her hands placed at both sides of his face to pull him to her. He was right, she thought. It did not matter how much they talked about it or how she didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of what they were doing. The deed had already been done and she had loved it. Talking would never turn back time nor would it ever smother the flame that had ignited inside her. 

Jake placed his hands under her thighs, prompting her to jump and wrap her legs around his waist. Their kiss was feverish and needy. No matter how much they pushed against each other it simply didn’t feel close enough. Their tongues fought for dominance, sliding in synchronization against each other. 

“Goddess, I need to be inside you. Now,” he said as he lowered her onto the mat, her back against the sheets. 

“Then, what are you waiting for?”  

With a smirk on his face, Jake wasted no time using his cock to spread her open, their recent releases aiding as he glided into her. His eyes fell closed as he felt her around him again, the overwhelming feeling of her tightness still as fresh as their first time. He felt himself freeze, relishing in the sensation. 

(Y/N) took this as an opportunity to start their pace, grinding down on him at a slow pace – the position was not good enough to go faster. She took advantage of his surprise to switch their positions, his back thudding onto the mattress as her legs straddled his lap. 

“You’re learning,” Jake chuckled. 

A chuckle she returned as she said, “I’ve got a great teacher.” 

She stabilized herself with his chest, riding him at a faster tempo than she started. Now, she was the one chasing her climax, the need inside her growing with every second that passed. She knew it wouldn’t take long. Her clit grazed against his pelvis, her insides spasming as she rode him. This orgasm was for her only, for her own pleasure. The hardness inside her would have to wait for the next one. 

A couple of more bounces and she felt her new climax joining the ones that were already inside her, the wetness dribbling down his cock as it ran out of space inside her. Her third finish of the night ransacked through her body as she collapsed onto Jake’s chest, breathless and in ecstasy. She was tired – exhausted – but she knew she had at least one more inside her. As soon as she got the slightest bit of energy back. 

“You can’t have reached your cap yet, (Y/N),” Jake panted, her wetness still engulfing him. “I didn’t get to finish.” 

“I just… I just need a minute,” she breathed. 

“No worries, all I need is for you to hold on.” 

Jake wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, their chests pressed together as he angled his hips upward and continued the attack. He slammed into her, pushing them both past their bodies’ capabilities, edged on by the moans and whimpers she sang into his ears. The most beautiful sound they had heard. 

He rutted into her, faster and faster as he felt the usual tightening that signifies the closeness of his ends. And as much as he felt that he was in a position of dominance because he was the one setting the pace, it was the clenching of her insides that had all the power. 

As she came, her cunt contracting against his cock, so did he. Their releases combined and seeped out of her, darkening the sheets under them. They were panting and sweaty, delighting in the pleasure of their aftermath. 

At that moment, as their bodies recuperated from the onslaught of physical activities, Jake couldn’t help but admire just how beautiful she was. He cradled her face and met her in a soft kiss, the softest yet. 

When he released her, he noticed streaks going down her cheeks where tears had fallen at some point. He wiped them away with his thumb, kissing each of her eyes before enveloping in a tight hug. She molded into his body, fitting perfectly between his arms. Her head pressed to his chest, her ears capturing the sound of his heartbeat. 

Ba dump. 

Ba dump. 

Ba dump. 

It echoed the sound of her own and she wondered if his heart ached just like hers. As he slung the sheets over them, still buried inside her, she wanted to know if he hurt every time he thought of his mate, just like she did. If their hearts could beat at the same rhythm, maybe they could be in pain at the same time. 

“Stop thinking, little one,” he whispered. His hands smoothed down her hair. “Enjoy the present. We won’t have it for long.” 

Taglist: @uwunuggetchan @ellabellabus07 @jake-sullys-whore @irisskies @crazy4books1

[0bviouslyem1ly]

do you have any age regressor Lucifer Morningstar (from Lucifer) headcanons?

Hi hi! I love your blog, ty for the ask!

Age regressor Lucifer Morningstar headcannons!

•I feel like he doesn't really know why he regresses, or what it even is. He just knows that he does it, and it helps him get his mind off all the stress from everything that's happened to him with his dad and Michael.

•He probably started acting more childish, doing some pranks, maybe bothering Dan more.

•Linda was probably the first one to know. Lucifer opened up to her about how he just wanted to feel small and safe sometimes and that he liked kids things, and Linda explained to him what age regression was, and what he can do about it.

•Once he figured out more about what he does, he felt better about it.

•Chloe noticed how he was acting differently, and confronted him about it. He was a bit nervous to tell her, but he told her some of the things Linda had talked to him about.

•Chloe was supportive and happy that he was okay sharing that with her, and that she'll help whenever she can.

•His main caregivers would probably be Amenadiel and Maze would probably "help." Her version of help would most likely be throwing knives at a wall with him, but eventually she becomes a bit soft for little Lucifer.

•He would love playing games with Trixie, all the time! They'd play Monopoly, and lots of other fun board games.

•He'd color with Trixie, too. She'd give him some of her coloring pages, crayons, markers, or whatever tools he'd like.

•I think Lucifer would love stickers and markers a lot when he's regressed. Especially stickers!

•His little age is between 3-7? Maybe younger.

•Chloe would surprise him with packs of stickers once and a while, and she's bring him some snacks or drinks. (Homemade cupcakes or cookies, maybe?)

•Dan would somehow be convinced to be his babysitter for the day, and Dan eventually gets a bit of a soft spot for Lucifer. He'd even give him a pudding cup every time he babysits him!

I hope you enjoy the headcannons! I did my best, haha. Thank you! 😊

[maidenofartemis]

Starry Night

Feliz año nuevo everyone, although I am a few days late. This was a request that I took from @and-claudia, I just kept getting too nervous to post. 😅

I hope you all enjoy, if you notice any errors please let me know as english is my second language. 😊

Lunch time was a fairly boring affair that day for the members of the Hellfire Club, it came with the usual teasing from the basketball team, sneers from some of the cheerleaders, and teachers assigning exorbitant amounts of work close to the weekend. 

Only for the peace to be shattered as a heavy book was slammed on the lunch table and startling all of the boys that had been eating. 

“Did any of you hear that the Voyager 2 is soon to complete its journey in the Uraniun system and will soon be heading to the Neptunian system as we speak?” (Y/N) asked excitedly, pulling out pages from her backpack and showing the various notes that she had on the aforementioned subject. 

While Eddie watched his girlfriend adoringly, he listened as attentively as he could to her ramblings about the possibilities that came with learning more about the planetary systems that were so far away from their own. Since they first got to know one another, it was apparent to not just Eddie but to the entire group that (Y/N) had a deep fascination for learning anything about the stars, planets, and anything that related to space. 

It was small snippets of facts and the occasional mention of something related to astronomy in the beginning, before she eventually became comfortable to ask the group if they would ever mind her talking about her favorite subject. The moment everyone gave their approval was like the floodgates had been left open and she frequently would bring up the topic about her absolute favorite subject. 

Soon enough, the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. 

Eddie teasingly bowed to (Y/N) and offered to take her backpack, “It would be the greatest honor if you would give me the chance to walk you back to your class m’lady.” 

“Then I shall bestow the honor, my beloved knight” she giggled. “But we must make haste, I would not dare make you late to your next class.” 

“For you, my love, I would be late to every one of my classes.” 

Letting Eddie lead her towards her next class, (Y/N) held onto him and gently bumped her hip against him. 

“Hey sunshine?” Eddie asked. 

“Yeah, moon pie.” 

“Want to go on a date with me tomorrow?” 

She looked up at him with a furrowed brow, “Moon pie, you do know that we’re dating, right?” 

“I know that, I just wanted to know if you’re free tomorrow night for a date.” 

“Oh, well yeah.” She said, “I don’t work tomorrow and should be free all of tomorrow.” 

“Great! Then I’ll pick you up at 7, be dressed in your most cozy outfit.” 

With a quick kiss, Eddie dropped her off at her class and walked away with a skip in his step. 

——

The following evening, Eddie knocked on his girlfriend’s at precisely 7 o’clock. A bouquet of flowers that he had picked while on his drive to her house, held gingerly in his hands. 

“Ready to be swept off your feet?” 

She giggled as she accepted the bouquet, “Again? The amount of times that you sweep me off my feet, I might as well let you carry me all the time.” 

“If I had the strength for it, then I would carry you everywhere and have you with me all the time.” 

Her face warmed in embarrassment, “Okay, okay. Where are you taking me?” 

“That’s for me to know and you to make a guess, because I am going to cover your eyes with a bandanna and you will find out when we get there.” 

She looked at him skeptically, “You better drive us there carefully. I will wind up with motion sickness if I can’t see where we are going.” 

“I have a feeling that it will be worth it, just watch!” 

Turning around, she let him begin tying it around her eyes. 

“I won’t be able to watch anything! But I trust you moon pie, now take me!” 

“That’s for another night, this will be something else!” 

Eddie guided her carefully out the door and into his van (which later he realized sounded a little bit sketchy) before carefully driving them further and further away from Hawkins. The occasional moments of silence filled with the music riffs from his favorite groups. 

After a bit of a drive, he finally pulled to a stop and softly tapped on her thigh, “You can take the bandanna off sweetheart.” 

When she did, (Y/N) let out a soft gasp and tearily smiled. 

She could see that he had set up a couple of pallets, some fluffy pillows and what looked like a cozy blanket. He had driven them to the hills a fair distance from Hawkins, making the night sky clearer for them to see.  

“I figured that my very own star, should have the best view of the stars that she talks about so often” Eddie said sheepishly. 

Giddily she pulled Eddie closer and kissed him softly, pouring as much of her love into the kiss as she could. 

“Thanks moon pie,” she whispered. “I think this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, really.” 

Eddie took that moment to step out of the van and walk around to open her door, “Come on sunshine.” 

Once more she let her boyfriend lead her and he lovingly fluffed up the pillows and bundled the blanket around her. 

“Tonight’s your night, sunshine” Eddie smiled. “Tell me, what are we watching?” 

(Y/N) grinned, “Well moon pie. We should have a clear view of the northern celestial hemisphere…..”

And as Eddie listened with a dreamy sigh, he could practically picture many more starry nights like these in the future but maybe one day, with a curly haired cherub listening intently beside him. 

[santaomega]

Good morning! Hope you have a good day, my dear! Enjoy this silly guy 😊

ohhh aahhhh he’s sooooooooooooooo🥺🥺🥺🥺♥️♥️♥️ ty for the spam as usual love

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

✨ ― i love the way you write

💫 ― i enjoy writing with you

😊 ― i enjoy talking to you

💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person

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//AHHHHH!!!! TY SM FOR THIS, FRIEND!!! 🥺 Ditto x 300000 to you! Srsly, ur not only super fun to chat with, but bless u for fueling my new obsession with TURN ahahaha! Also I adore this odd, sorta hate-ship between Richard and Ben! I cant wait for the 2 to annoy one another even more in the near future!!! Thank u again sm for this, luv! *bear hugs*//

[psychiccatpanda]

Tony Stark Bingo August Party - Never have I ever written a Tony rarepair fic

So a bunch of us played Never Have I Ever during the most recent TSB Bingo Party and I'm sharing the links for the works shared here! Hope you enjoy! 😊

For this question, we defined "rarepair" as less than 1,000 fics on Ao3. Many of these have less than 100! 😮

@polizwrites - Going All In. (fanfic) Rating: Explicit. Tony Stark/Brock Rumlow. In the wake of his parents' death, Tony gets his aggressively flirty bluff called by a junior SHIELD agent who is apparently not as straight as anyone (including himself) thinks.

@psychiccatpanda - Because I could not stop for Death - (He kindly stopped for me). (fanfic) Rating: Teen+. Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes/Pepper Potts. Howard Stark and his wife are wealthy industrialists looking for an entrance into polite society. Lord and Lady Potts are aristocrats one sneeze away from the poorhouse. Their heirs will marry and both sets of parents will get what they want... as long as everything goes According To Plan. (Hint: it doesn't). [a Corpse Bride AU]

tinystark616 - 1, 2, 3 (Her, You, and Me). (fanfic) Rating: Explicit. Tony Stark/Pepper Potts/Steve Rogers.

Steve tries to organize his thoughts as Tony resumes his typing, wanting to say something, anything that doesn't sound completely stupid. "Who… Um. Who are you arranging a threesome with?" "Pepper." Steve's jaw drops again. "You want me to have sex with your ex-girlfriend?" "Nope," Tony says, his eyes leaving the screen just to focus on Steve again. "I want both of us to have sex with my ex-girlfriend. That's what threesome means." Or, Steve lets it slip that he would like to have sex with a woman, and Tony doesn't want Steve to miss out on anything.

@polizwrites - Try, (Tri) Again. (fanfic) Rating: Explicit. Tony Stark/Eddie Brock/Venom. Gentle!Dom Tony's hard limits prevented him from giving sub!Eddie the painplay he craves; Eddie's new acquaintance becomes the key to everyone getting what they need.

@psychiccatpanda - This Is Not Gardening (You Can't Fool Me). (fanfic and moodboard). Rating: General. Tony Stark/Clint Barton/James "Rhodey" Rhodes. Tony and Clint are waiting for Rhodey to come back from his run. Tony's got an event later that day, but some things are more important than galas.

@somesortofitalianroast - Sign on the dotted line. (fanfic). Rating: Teen+. Tony Stark/Scott Lang. Before officially agreeing to be the Avengers Alpha, Scott Lang wants to make sure that a) he and Tony Stark are compatible, and b) Pepper Potts won’t kill him in a jealous Alpha rage were he to need a Heat Share. [a/b/o universe]

@psychiccatpanda & @polizwrites - The Devil Is in the Details (Sign on the Dotted Line). (fanfic) Rating: Teen+. Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton.

Things go from bad to worse when Tony Stark accidentally summons a demon while trying to cook his mother's osso bucco for Ty to woo him back. Bucky and Clint are just demons working for the weekend. Only they're in Hell and there aren't any weekends. But, if they collect enough souls and fulfill enough contracts, they'll be able to pass the business on to two pairs of lost souls to do their work for them. (Yes, the soul collection business is a multi-level marketing scheme. Remember, this is Hell.) What happens when these two worlds collide?

Hope you enjoy these!! 😊

[mackjlee9]

could I request nsfw prompts 85, 37 and 17 with afab!bakugo & a sub-top m!reader?

Congrats on 2K!! 🥳🍾

Thank you for requesting~ 😊

Smut Prompts; 'Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you're rough,' 'It's not too tight, is it?' & 'Suck on my fingers.'

Warning; afab!bakugou, sub!top!male!reader, light bondage, use of the word cunt (once), blowjob, cum eating, protected sex.

Bakugou Katsuki [Boku no Hero Academia]

Please, enjoy the event~

Even if it was unusual for (M/n) to be rough, today he was being way too nice, and that made Bakugou get more and more annoyed with every passing second.

He lay on the bed, on his back, frowning as he waited for (M/n) to do something other than just touch his body and leave kisses on his neck. Having his boyfriend being this nice only made him feel turned off, even if he realized that (M/n) was the complete opposite. His raging erection has been pressing against his pussy over his clothes, and he heard his pathetic whimpers as humped him, most likely waiting for a reaction out of him. But nope.

Bakugou wasn't feeling horny or needy at all, and he had to do something about that or he was gonna fall asleep any second now!

Groaning, Bakugou placed his hands on (M/n)'s shoulders and pushed him off, now having (M/n) pined under him was more his style, smirking at him and grinding his clothed pussy on his leaking cock. "Why are you being so gentle? I like it when you're rough, you know that..." He muttered while leaning down, closer to his face and barely gracing their lips, "And yet, you treat me like I'm made of crystal, it pisses me off."

With his hands reaching up to the bedside table, Bakugou grasped (M/n)'s discarded tie and kissed him to distract him, tying his wrists together before backing away and raising his arms until he tied him to the headboard of the bed.

(M/n) tilted his head back further before looking back at Bakugou, who was inspecting the knots closely, making sure they felt comfortable enough for (M/n).

"Is not too tight, is it?" He asked slowly, making eye contact with the male under him, who felt his face heating up as he stared at Bakugou's soft expression.

He shook his head in response, "No..." Meekly whispering his answer right after.

Bakugou smirked again, holding onto (M/n)'s face a little roughly, "Your cock is throbbing against my cunt," feeling a little embarrassed and called out, (M/n) glanced away, and Bakugou took that to his advantage.

Sliding down in between his legs, Bakugou took (M/n)'s cock out of his clothes and immediately wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue around his oozing tip, stroking what he couldn't fit in his mouth. He didn't want to go full into deepthroating, he just wanted (M/n) to cum once before actually fucking.

Squirming his hips around the bed, (M/n)'s arms pulled on his restraints, wanting to hold onto Bakugou's spiky blond hair, biting his lip hard as he tried to hold in his orgasm, in the end, he was edging and overstimulating himself faster that Bakugou's mouth was doing. However, his will soon broke when he felt the tip of the blond's tongue pressing on his slit, his cum spurting out of his cock and inside of Bakugou's mouth.

Swallowing it all, Bakugou wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers, sucking the remaining cum off of them, and staring at (M/n) with a look of superiority, "You pathetic minute man," taking his shorts and panties off, Bakugou straddled (M/n)'s hips again, reaching for the condom he knew the male had in his pants' pocket, "If you don't last longer than that I'm gonna kill you."

(M/n) closely observed how Bakugou rolled the condom on his cock before raising his hips and aligning his tip with his pussy, rubbing his wet folds with it, letting out a scoff as he teased (M/n) for a few seconds.

"Katsuki, please, can you-?" The blond looked up at him, angry crimson eyes staring into his (e/c) eyes.

"Don't tell me what to do, stay quiet," pressing down on (M/n)'s tip, Bakugou went down in a swift motion, getting every inch of (M/n)'s cock inside him, taking deep breaths at the feeling of being stretched open.

(M/n)'s closed his eyes tightly, trying to not focus too much on the feelings of Bakugou's tight, mushy walls. His pussy always felt so good but that day it felt better than ever, probably because his cock had completely disappeared inside him.

"Your dick is... too big, is ridiculous how big it is..." Bakugou mumbled as he ignored the trembling of his thighs and got back his breath after it stuck in the back of his throat. His eyes lifted up and he looked at (M/n), enjoying the hopeless expression on his face, watching how his back arched off the bed and how his hips kept squirming, trying to thrust up into his pussy. He probably didn't even realize he was doing it.

Placing his hands on (M/n)'s abdomen, Bakugou raised and lowered his hips, getting faster with every move, causing moans and whines to escape past (M/n)'s lips, lewd moans of pleasure that just kept getting louder.

They were in the dorms at night, of course, someone would be able to hear them if they were too loud, so Bakugou raised his hand to (M/n)'s mouth, pushing his fingers in easily since his mouth was wide open. (M/n) opened his eyes, filled with tears that slowly started drilling down the corner of his eyes.

"Suck on my fingers, or everyone is gonna hear you," wrapping his tongue around Bakugou's fingers, (M/n)'s hips moved up, thrusting deep inside of Bakugou, rubbing his g-spot with every move, making the blond press his free hand against his mouth to hold in his whimpers.

"'S so... good~ your p-pussy fe-feels so good, K-katsuki~" he managed to mumble, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his teeth gentle pressing down on Bakugou's fingers, "I'm g-gonna c... cum~"

Feeling his orgasm approaching, Bakugou uncovered his mouth and pulled his fingers out of (M/n)'s mouth, leaning down to kiss him. Their moans and whines of pleasure as they reached their climax were muffled by the other's mouth, gasping for air as they lay on the bed, their eyes slowly closing, but they couldn't fall asleep yet. Bakugou untied (M/n), who picked him up and took him to the bathroom in the room, gently letting him stand, (M/n) threw away the filled condom and cleaned his body with a wet towel, helping Bakugou after he was done.

Cleaned and more refreshed, both of them changed the sheets half asleep, and plopped down on the bed, holding each other tightly.

(I had fun writing this, I really like it)

[laylaswriting]

You Are Beautiful

my masterlist | how to request Pairing: Viktor x fem!reader Word count: 1.7k Warnings: Viktor is nakey, both reader and Viktor belong to horny jail, implied smut(ty thoughts). Tags: fluff, idiots in love, pining, sexual tension Request: "Reader is an artist and ask her long time friend,and crush,Vitkor to help her with some modeling. He accepts and everything is fine till she asks him to take off his clothes,she didnt tell him he had to be nakie. What happens is both of them trying to make the other not notice that they are a flustered mess inside." A/N: I thought this request was super funny, it gave me a good chuckle when I first read it! I added some tweaks, I hope you will enjoy it nevertheless! I really enjoyed writing it 😊 I can't decide if I write fast or bad. Also it was really hard not turning this into a full blown smut but oh!

The end of the semester was approaching at the Academy, therefore the air was filled with tension and stress as every student delved into studying for the finals, putting extra effort into getting a better grade.

(Y/N) was no different. She put a lot of effort into her work during the rest of the school year as well, but the finals always made her stressed, not to talk about all those assignments that she had to do. She sat on the bench with Viktor on that sunny late spring afternoon, the smell of flowers filling the air.

‘I don’t think I can do this, Viktor.’ She sighed, resting her chin on her hand. She looked at her leg, lost in her thoughts. She had multiple art classes at the academy, and they were almost as (if not more) demanding as any science class, no matter what others said. Viktor was sitting next to her, leaning back on the bench, watching her in a silent awe. He couldn’t help but smile about how adorable she was when she was nervous.

‘Of course, you can!’ He replied in his usual calm tone. ‘You are very talented.’ He continued, and after a second of hesitation he put his hand on her back, caressing it ever so lightly. His heart fluttered by the contact.

‘You really think so?’ She asked, leaning back to match his posture which forced his hand away, her heart secretly aching over the loss of touch.

‘I would not say that if I didn’t mean it. You know that.’ He replied as she lifted her head to meet his gaze. A small smile found its ways to her lips, but it disappeared almost instantly.

‘But I don’t even have a subject yet! All my classmates already found someone to pose for them, but I left it to the last second, and – ‘ She rambled, but he interrupted her.

‘Maybe I can help?’ He asked, his voice just a bit shy. He was not sure what to expect exactly, also his self-consciousness screamed in the back of his mind that this was not a good idea. Wouldn’t she already asked if she wanted him to be her subject? Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

‘You would do that?! Oh my God Viktor thank you so much!’ She said, almost screaming, her eyes beaming with excitement as she was incredibly grateful for her friend. He couldn’t help but adore her, the way her smile is spread across her face, her eyes twinkling in the sunshine. He caught himself staring, making the end of his ears turn red.

‘Of course.’ He said, not taking his eyes off her.

‘I’m so thankful for this! What do you say if I buy you dinner in exchange?’ She asked as she stood up, fixing her uniform. ‘I will be forever grateful! I’ll meet you at my place at 7? Does that sound good?’ She continued, but judging from her tone and the way she spoke Viktor knew that was not really a question after all. He smiled to himself and nodded, waving goodbye to his friend as she disappeared in the distance.

As the afternoon passed Y/n’s initial reaction was fading, nervousness taking over her body. It was almost 7 and she was arranging her brushes, paints and everything in between. She was nervously messing with her fingers, a slight blush creeping up her cheek. Was this really a good idea?

A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts, startling her.

‘I’m coming!’ She said, rushing to the door of the small room and opening it. Viktor stood in front of her, one hand holding onto a book, the other resting on his cane. She smiled up at him and stepped aside, letting the man come into her room. It was not the first time he was there, so he made himself comfortable on her couch while she closed the door, looking around nervously.

‘I’m really grateful for you doing this.’ She said, smiling at him, while approaching her canvas. She was fiddling with the paints and he looked over at her in awe, being mesmerized by the way she was working. After a few minutes she looked up at him, and he could swear he saw a blush creeping up her face.

‘So…’ She started, leaving a long pause while she gathered her thoughts. ‘Do you want me to turn around while you take your clothes off?’ She said, and as the words left her mouth Viktor managed to choke on his own spit, coughing into his hand.

‘Pardon?’ He asked, putting his hand on his chest, trying to calm himself down. Her expression turned into shock.

‘Oh my God!’ She said loudly, almost shouting as she put her palm on her face, trying to cover it in shame. ‘I forgot to tell you, didn’t I? Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I totally understand if you don’t want to do this anymore, Viktor I’m sorry-‘ She rambled, speaking the words so fast that Viktor was sure she didn’t even take a breath between them.

‘Y/n.’ He said in a low and calm voice, so calm that it surprised him as well.

‘Viktor, I really didn’t mean to keep that from you, I swear.’ She said, running her fingers through her hair, exhaling sharply.

‘I know you didn’t! It’s… it’s okay. Just…’ He said, pausing for a second to let out a sigh. ‘Can you turn away while I undress?’ He felt the blush creeping up his face and ears as well as she nodded, turning her back on him. She did as he asked, looking at the painting equipment, trying to not pay attention to the sound of fabric rubbing against itself and his skin, to the fact that she’s going to see the man she loved for so long naked for the first time. This was definitely not how she imagined it would go and she cursed herself silently for messing this up so much.

‘Um. It won’t be a… front facing painting.’ She managed to say, gulping hard between words. ‘You can make yourself comfortable, you can even read if you want.’ She offered, which made a small chuckle escape from his lips, giving her the tiniest relief and she smiled to herself as well. She heard the couch squeak as he sat back down and eventually, she heard the pages of a book turning. She didn’t dare to speak a word.

‘It will be hard to paint me if you won’t turn around.’ She heard him say, making her laugh.

‘You are right.’ She replied, turning around with the brush in her hand and she thanked the lord she didn’t drop it.

There he was, comfortably sitting on the couch, holding up his book with both hands, one arm resting on the armrest, the other lying next to his body. His good leg comfortably crossed over the other one, covering his most private parts. Just the thought made her head feel light and she let out a shaky breath which caught his attention. He looked up from the book at her face, and just as his eyes met hers, she quickly looked away. The movement made him smile and blush at the same time.

As she progressed with her painting her nerves calmed down a bit, but she couldn’t help but admire Viktor during every second of the process. He was beautiful, his long limbs framed in a perfect pose, his lean body spreading across her couch like he was born to be there. Sometimes he would furrow his brows while reading, clearly being lost in another world. On occasions he would look up at her from under his lashes, admiring her all the same, sometimes blushing and smiling when their eyes met. Having the book with him was a huge help to fight back the awkward blushes and the thoughts – the not so innocent thoughts that he had in this scenario. Little did he know that she was fighting these same thoughts as well.

She wanted to touch him so bad, feel his warm skin under her fingers, his breath on her face. She wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through his hair, to push her lips on his. The sound of paper being flipped snapped her out of her thoughts, and she saw Viktor looking at her, smiling. She quickly looked back at her work, unconsciously shifting in her standing to push her thighs together just the slightest bit, a blush creeping on her face. It was like she did nothing else all evening, just blushed.

‘It’s almost done.’ She said, looking over at him, and he nodded silently. Oh, how he wished he could touch her, pull her close into him. It was ridiculous really, how much he loved her.

‘Do you want to look at it?’ She asked, wiping her hands with a rag. He closed the book and looked up with uncertainty. ‘Of course, you can dress up first.’ She smiled cheekily at him, and he returned the gesture. She turned around while he put his clothes back up. He walked over to her and she turned around, looking up at him. Him being so close to her felt intoxicating all of a sudden. She gestured toward the painting, and he looked at it, his face unreadable.

‘Oh God, you hate it, right?’ She asked nervously, running a hand through her hair. Viktor turned to her immediately, shaking his head.

‘No, not at all! You are very talented! It’s just… weird to look at myself like this.’ He replied, brows furrowed.

‘You are beautiful.’ She replied, still looking at the painting. He felt his ears burning at the compliment. Beautiful was not something that he got called by people. He looked down at her, switching his gaze between her and the painting. With a sudden burst of confidence, he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, lingering for a second. Her breath got caught in her throat, eyes widening.

‘I better go now.’ He said, smiling at her, holding her hand. She nodded silently and smiled back at him.

‘I’m so grateful for your help. Don’t forget I’ll bring you dinner for this!’ She replied, smile gleaming up at him, and he was convinced that it could light up whole cities.

‘I cannot wait.’ He said and turned around, but he felt her hand reaching out towards him, trying not to let go as long as it was physically possible. When her hand slid out of his eventually, she let out a sigh as she watched him walk out the door. She gathered her stuff, looking at the painting.

This was her best work yet.

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Im sorry i know i keep asking for requests. But i woundering if maybe you do a part to to the Tyrion one short where the drogan princess agrees to marry Tyrion

Never be sorry for sending me requests. I enjoy writing for Tyrion and especially Obi-wan at the moment 🥰

Peace Proposal pt2

"You needn't be worried about today my darling daughter." Mother spoke helping braid my hair. I was now wearing a white summer dress and a flower crown in my hair. Today is the day of the wedding. The day I marry Tyrion Lannister. Mother had agreed to let us know one another before becoming husband and wife. It actually wasn't hard to form a better relationship with him considering I already knew him from a while ago. Guards opened the double doors for me to see Tyrion standing at the end of the long hallway. The throne and large steps behind him but all I can focus on is his gaze locked on mine.

He's wearing a dark red tunic and brown pants. His curls are a cute mess and he has a smile on his face. Unlinking my arm with mother she stands in front of us as we intertwined our hands. I have to look down at him and he looks up at me until I decide to bend down on my knees to be level with him. "Lady Y/n, you don't have to do that for me." He reassured me squeezing my hands in his about to pull me back to my feet. "It's no trouble, Tyrion. We're in this together. I want to look at you in the same level." My mother placed her hands over ours, tying a ribbon around our hands glancing between us. "Look at one another and say the words please." Tyrion sucks in a nervous breath so I started off.

"I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days...I take you Tyrion Lannister as my husband to be." Since we weren't familiar with the weddings in Westeros mother and I decided to add our own vows into the ceremony. Tyrion stood in awe of your beauty for a single moment. The light brightened your hair, going perfectly with your father Drogos eyes. "I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days...I take you Y/n Targaryen-Drogo as my wife to be." He slowly cups my face in his hands pressing his lips onto mine. I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. For a few seconds we forgot my mother was in the room, where in that moment it was just us. There was no war going on around. It was just Tyrion and I, it's just me and my husband.

Comments really appreciated 😊

[drama--universe]

Puppy Love

(Cutest gif I've seen of him)

Requested by anonymous: Can I request Jiang Cheng x demon reader? Reader is a dog demon who fell for JC since he saved them in a forest when they were injured in their tiny dog form. Reader takes up a human form and befriends him at Gusu while hiding their true identity. They follow him around, silently loving him like a puppy that it was almost noticeable. When the wen clan attacked, reader took on their great hound form to protect JC, revealing their secret and feeling for him.

Pairing: Jiang Cheng x reader

Word Count: 2279 words

Warnings: none

A/N Sorry for the long wait, school isn't helping and I'm working on my end-work, which is basically lab stuff that I need to really concentrate on at certain times cause otherwise I might end up in hospital, so I didn't write for like a week at least just to take care of the first part of lab. Anyway, stopping my rant there, because otherwise this will be longer than the actual story, hope you enjoy! 😊

You ran like hell, ignoring the throbbing pain in your abdomen and head. You could only stay human for a limited time when wounded, so you had to run now, because once changed you were doomed. You could hear the people behind you fading into the distance and that's when you crashed to the ground, leaning against a tree before feeling your bones crack.

After a lot of changes, like changing of your bones and fur growing, you were now much lower to the ground. You were still laid against the tree, whining slightly as your vocal cords where now limited to dog sounds. You were now in your dog form, a small pup with medium long (h/c) fur and two shiny (e/c) eyes. And with that you waited, hoping your body would heal itself quick enough. Although, the poison that seeped in through your wound and into your blood stream might make it take longer.

Jiang Cheng groaned at his loud brother's loud antics, being so close to just hitting the hilt on his sword against Wuxian's head just for some peace and quiet.

Like usual, he started to cancel out Wuxian's loud blabbering and instead started to hear soft whining not so far from him. He looked around, eyes scanning over the ground before stopping at some creature. He shushed Wuxian, who looked at him in confusion but followed to instructions once he saw how cautious Jiang Cheng had become, before slowly creeping over to the creature, sighing when he saw it was just a dog. Although that relief soon disappeared once he notices the blood that seeped through the fur of said creature, worry taking over instead. He got closer to the dog, crouching and slowly holding his hand out to the dog. The dog responded by pushing its head into his hand, whining even more. Jiang Cheng looked at his gown, ripping a part of it and tying it around the wound so it would stop bleeding so heavily. Then he picked it up, holding it closely to his body when he noticed that the dog was shivering. With that, he returned to his brother again and shushing him when Wuxian shrieked loudly.

"It's a pup, it won't hurt you. And I won't keep it, alright? Once healed, It'll run off anyway." He stated and Wuxian seemingly relaxed slightly at that comment, but still kept his distance anyway. The brothers then continued to walk home, now a little faster than before, and Jiang Cheng walked to his room once he arrived, ignoring his mothers presence. He entered his room, laying the pup on his bed before grabbing a wet cloth and cleaning the wound. Although the dog whined loudly, it didn't move or give any sign of protest except for the whining.

Once the wound was cleaned, he wrapped some bandages around the wound before softly patting the pup softly. The pup whined again softly, but pushed its head into Jiang Cheng hand instead. Jiang Cheng chuckled before smiling when the pup got up and placed itself on his lap.

You couldn't help but closer to the man, the warmth from his body making you feel safer and warmer. You shut your eyes, ignoring the throbbing in your side as he patted your head softly. He was talking softly, but you didn't hear what he said as you started to fall asleep. You couldn't really believe that you were now putting your trust into this random human, who you didn't even know the name of.

Yet you slept fine, only waking back up when your stomach started grumbling. So you wandered around, still in hound form, to find the mystery man.

"While hello!" Someone said and you were suddenly lifted into someone's arms, making you yelp in surprise before turning your head to look at the culprit. It was a woman, who was smiling brightly at you. She seemed nice enough, but you weren't a fan of being held up by strangers and you started to wriggle around. She seemed to get the hint and put you back down on the ground. You took the opportunity and dashed off once again, looking for the man once more. You followed sounds only and after 3 more minutes, you finally found him. You let out a loud bark before jumping up on the chair and then table, tail slightly wagging. Jiang Cheng turned around, a smile appearing on his face as he stepped closer and crouched to match your height. And for a minute or so, you just stared at each other. Then you looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed as you turned around, looking around the room. It was nice, shades of purples hanging around the room with lotus logo's on them which were probably handstitched on. You hopped off the table and started to explore the room before hopping onto a chair that was shaped like a flower and laying down comfortably, still looking at the man.

"Jiang Cheng, that pup is yours?" A woman entered and you recognized her from earlier, raising your head slowly to somewhat acknowledge her presence as she came closer once again to pet you. You let her, but your eyes still stayed on Jiang Cheng as you waited for a reaction. No reaction though, not really what you wanted. And like a miracle, he seemingly read your mouth and came closer to scratch you as well before he picked you up once again to looking at your wound.

"It's already healed, that's good." He commented before cradling you in his arms like a baby and scratching your stomach softly. He smiled softly and you felt your heart skip a beat. Yeah, you weren't leaving his side any time soon.

You were in cloud recesses, walking behind the troubling trio with Yanli beside you. Wuxian and Huaisang were talking loudly, something the Lan disciplines (or more like Lan Qiren) were annoyed by, and Yanli was talking to you although your eyes were trained on Jiang Cheng. You had already befriended the man weeks ago, now in your human form of course, and you basically followed like a lovesick puppy.

This was something Huaisang had said once when Jiang Cheng had disappeared and you looked extremely lost until Jiang Cheng had returned, and now he always tended to call you pup around Jiang Cheng which would make you extremely embarrassed (and Jiang Cheng really confused).

"(Y/n), watch out." Someone exclaimed and you snapped out of your daze to see a beam right in front of you with Jiang Cheng's hand in front of your forehead.

"Ah... Sorry." You chuckled awkwardly, looking away awkwardly as your face heated up slightly.

"Just watch where your going." Jiang Cheng spoke in a soft tone and you nodded, smiling at him. Everyone continued walking, but now Jiang Cheng walked beside you. You debated it in your head before you slowly took his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, which was covered completely by your long sleeves. You could see that he was surprised at first, but he didn't make any comment or any movement to take his hand away from yours. His face and ears had slightly turned slightly pink and you smiled proudly, feeling giddy and happy.

Fire surrounded you, your clothes burned on the bottom as your ran through Gusu. You tried following the rest of the members, but you couldn't help but turn ro face the Wen members that were chasing you. You looked behind you again, your eyes connecting with Jiang Cheng. Ignoring the confusion and worry in his eyes, you turned back around as your bones started to crack and shift.

Soon you stood on all fours, your height now closer to 2 meters. Your eyes were now glowing in a bright red as you growled at the Wen members, your teeth bared. The Wen members stopped, staring at you in shock and fear as their weapons dropped to the ground. You growled even louder before barking loudly, which made the Wen members run off (and one even fainted). You huffed, turning away from them and facing the others again. Most looked terrified and you laid on the ground, whining slightly. Normally you'd just change back into a human, but your clothes had ripped when you changed so that wasn't really an option. On the other hand, you could change into your real form, aka you small hound form, but in no way did you want to right now. Not in front of Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng was the first to unfreeze from shock before he slowly approached you, although he still looked uncertain to approach a giant hound. You raised your head slightly, looking at him and he put his hand on your head before pulling his outer robe off and placing it over you. You took the chance to change back, your body now aching as you pulled the clothes closer to your body.

"Thanks." Your voice cracked slightly as you tried to ignore the tears that threatened to fall down.

"Are you alright?" He questioned and you looked up at him through your lashes before nodding slowly. You were shivering slightly, feeling your body heat up which probably meant that you were getting sick.

You didn't really get the chance to say anything else as you heard screaming once again, seeing another horde of Wen members approaching. You groaned, trying to get up to change once more but before you could get up completely, Jiang Cheng had already lifted you in his arms and ran away.

"What are you doing?!" "Not letting you be stupid." He replied as he hid from the Wen members in the grooves between the rocks, laying you down softly and looking out to check.

"Well, there gone now..." He whispered and you chuckled. "Then why are you whispering?" You replied in your own whisper and he gave you a deadpan look, making you smile brightly. He sat down, looking at you and not saying anything. You looked away awkwardly, silence taking over.

"So, what are you?" He asked and you looked over, staring at him for a few seconds before looking down at your feet.

"Demon..." You said before flinching as you felt your body grow tired, a shiver running down your spine. You needed to change again to regain energy.

"Also, sorry." You quickly said before once more your bones cracked loudly, popping before you were once again a hound. This time though, it was your small version, which Jiang Cheng immediately recognized.

"You've got to be kidding..." He groaned, leaning his head back with closed eyes before turning his head to look at you again. He noticed that you were shivering slightly and sat closer, lifting your form and holding you closer to himself. You gave a happy Yelp, nestling your head into his chest.

Once everything had settled down, you both left and Jiang Cheng tried to find everyone while you continued to stay in his arms, too content to leave.

"Yah, why did you bring a dog again?!" Wuxian's voice reached your eyes and you looked sideways, still not removing your head form Jiang Cheng's chest. You couldn't help the thoughts that suddenly crossed your mind as Wuxian continued to whine.

So you followed your thoughts, quickly changing back to human and clinging to Jiang Cheng as you glared at Wuxian, who was now looking shocked. Jiang Cheng on the other hand, looked perfectly fine with suddenly carrying a human as he looked at you. You turned your head to face him and, as cliché as it sounds, you were suddenly extremely close with noses touching. And you didn't think of it as you placed a short kiss on his lips before realizing what you had done, changing back into dog form out of embarrassment. Jiang Cheng quickly reacted to catch you again while ignoring the blush that had obviously formed on his own face.

Wuxian was now yelling something as Huaisang joined, but you didn't hear anything as you were too focused on the soft kiss that was placed on your head and the loud thumping of Jiang Cheng's heart.

You smiled brightly as you spotted Jiang Cheng entering your room. Your tail started wagging as you quickly ran to him and changed once you were near, only to engulf him into an extremely tight hug. He reacted by wrapping an arm around your waist, the other still holding something else.

"What are you holding?" "Food, now can you let go now?" He asked and you pouted, looking at him with a small smirk. You then let go, hands immediately grasping at the food he carried. Jiang Cheng chuckled as he held it above his head, smirking down at you. You gave him a glare before kissing him. He reacted to the kiss, lowering his arm and you broke the kiss to grab the food. You ran off to another corner of your room (while grabbing something to cover your very naked form), blowing him a kiss as you started to eat.

Jiang Cheng just smiled stupidly, staring at your figure before following you and trying to catch up.

"Give me some too!" He exclaimed and you turned, one in your mouth as you held the others behind you protectively. Jiang Cheng gave you a glare before pulling you closer and snatching the one from your mouth, biting half of it off before continuing to walk and leaving you stunned. Once you got out of your trance, you let out a loud yell and ran after Jiang Cheng again. After a minute, you catched up again and looking at him with a smile.

"I love you~" You said, smiling brightly and he smiled back, kissing your forehead softly before replying with an "I love you too".

-END-

[mybullshitsensesaretingling]

A Vulcan Smile Part Six

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Six]

Request: Hello lovely human!!! 😊❤️ I was wondering if you would write a part 6 to A Vulcan Smile? Maybe where her and Leonard finally start to admit their feelings for each other? Hope you have a day as wonderful as your stories make me feel 😊❤️ - @samanthaofanarchy​

A/N: Hello lovely human!!! I had these two ideas roughly planned out so I quickly threw them together before I lost the motivation. Hope you enjoy

Your brother stared down at you as the door to his temporary quarters slid open.

“Good, you're awake.” It was early. You weren’t entirely sure how early. You hadn’t bothered to ask the computer before giving up on sleep and finding Spock’s quarters.

“I am,” he agreed.

“Who is it?” a woman asked from somewhere behind him, making your eyebrows raise.

“Y/N,” he answered.

“You’re sharing quarters with her?” you asked in surprise over the shuffling noises coming from the bedroom.

“Temporary quarters,” Spock clarified.

Nyota appeared behind him, tying a robe around her waist and smiling at you, “Why don’t you come in?”

Spock looked at her, looked back at you, and then stepped aside so you could walk through the doorway.

“Am I to assume you wish to visit the holosuite?” Spock asked.

“If you’ve got time.”

“There’s a few hours before the first meeting.”

Nyota sighed. “Do you two always have to do this?”

“We’re making an effort to bond.”

“Hitting each other is not bonding,” she argued.

“We don’t just hit each other,” you defended.

“(Y/N) is quite partial to kicking,” Spock stated before going to change.

“Why don’t you just get a cup of tea together,” Nyota suggested, taking a seat on the couch.

“That’s a good idea.” You turned towards the bedroom and raised your voice, “Spock, wanna get tea after I beat the snot out of you?”

“Your overconfidence will make you careless in battle,” Spock warned.

“Good. I’d hate for all the odds to be stacked against you.”

You said your farewells to Nyota and walked to the holosuite in silence. You called up your usual program and began to spar. It wasn’t until you had easily won two rounds that you finally spoke.

“You’ve gotten rusty.”

“I don’t need to practice to control my emotions.”

You dodged his hand. “Excuses don’t make up for a lack of skill.”

“I possess the same skills as you.” He managed to knock you to the mat. You swung your leg out under him and pinned him.

“Then prove it.”

He pushed you off and got back to his feet. He won the next round.

“Was it the doctor who led you here?” he asked, stepping out of your reach.

“What makes you think that?”

“You prefer to spar when you are upset.”

“And you think the doctor has made me upset?” You moved towards him, sidestepping as he swung at you.

“I have reason to believe that it is likely.”

“Are you going to marry Nyota?” You fist grazed him.

“I do not see how that is relevant.”

“If my human relationships are up for conversation, then so are yours.”

“You mean to say that your relationship with McCoy is comparable to my own with Nyota.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, taking a moment to catch your breath. Spock’s shoulders rose and fell quickly as he waited for your response.

“If it were, I would tell you.” You wiped the sweat from your brow. “I wouldn’t hide it.”

“I hid nothing.”

You scoffed.

“I would ask you not to entangle yourself further with any members of my crew.”

“That’s going to be hard if you plan on making your communications officer my new sister.”

-

The upper leaves of the starbase were silent apart from the hum of the machinery and the occasional sounds of officers getting back to their quarters after late nights a few corridors away. You had remained relatively unbother at your spot by an exterior window. For a second night you found yourself unable to sleep, your mind too busy with replaying the fights from the night before.

“Why am I always finding you stargazing in the middle of the night?”

“That is traditionally when stargazing is done.” You looked away from the window to the doctor. His eyes held something that had always been there but never this strong.

“Not on a starbase.” He didn’t come close to you like he usually did, standing several pases back. At first you assumed it was due to uneasiness after the argument. And maybe that was part of it, but as you watched him, his way eyes only looked to you or the left of you, the stiffness of his body, like he was worried something was going to knock him over, you realized something else was there too.

“Are you alright?”

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about me.” It was meant as a joke, but his tone was too tight to carry it off naturally.

You stepped away from the window, still watching him. “That’s not an answer.”

“Not a huge fan of starbases,” he admitted. “I’m fine.”

Anxiety. That’s what you were seeing. And fear. Maybe a little of something else too.

“If I do something, do you promise not to be weird about it?”

“I’m not agreeing to that.”

“Okay, fine be weird about it.” You walked the distance between you that he wasn’t willing to close. “Close your eyes and take a deep breath in.”

He raised an incredulous brow.

“Don’t you trust me?”

He closed his eyes and inhaled.

“Good. You’ll know when to let it out.” You carefully lined your fingertips up along the side of his face and took a deep breath yourself. Leonard managed to stiffen further under your touch. You didn’t bother telling him to relax, instead you allowed yourself into his thoughts.

A thick fog filled his mind, mudding his thoughts and interrupting them with an endless stream of every possible thing that could go wrong. You reached into the fog. Leonards hand flew up to grip your forearm as the anxiety momentarily worsened. You reached further into the fog and once again disappointed your father by letting the anxiety pass into you. You took every bit of it that you could without prying too deep into his thoughts.

Leonard let out the breath he had been holding and you stepped back, lowering your hands. He opened his eyes, but his hand stayed wrapped around your arm. His features were softer than you had ever seen them and he searched your face for answers.

“What was that? Did you… did you drug me?”

You let out a chuckle. “That was a mind meld.”

It occurred to Leornard how much he had missed your smile. The sound of your short laugh only increased the euphoria he felt.

“I’ve been part of a mind meld before. It was nothing like that.”

Another chuckle left your lips but it was strangled, having to force its way out of the growing tightness in your chest. You swayed slightly. Leonard’s hand moved from your arm to your shoulder. Now it was his turn to ask if you were alright. His eyebrows knitted together. You wondered if this was how he looked at his patients.

“I’m fine. Just need to,” you sidestepped, reaching out behind you to feel for the wall, “sit down.” You sank against the wall.

He followed you down, crouching in front of you. His free hand moved to cup your cheek. You tilted your face up, resting the top of your head against the wall. You didn’t want to look into his eyes when you explained. But you could still feel them on you as you talked. His hand drifted away from your face but the one on your shoulder stayed and you could feel his growing anger through it, but suddenly before the emotion was fully formed, it was gone, replaced with something you were far less prepared to deal with.

“Why would you do that?”

You lowered your face to look at him again but didn’t answer.

A wave of confusion hit you, but he took his hand away and you lost the connection.

“No, you don’t get to do this.” He stood, backing away from you, but not leaving. “You don’t get to fight with me every chance you get and be sweet and kind the moment the sun sets. You don’t get to weasel your way into my family, getting them to like you so effortlessly. Getting me to-” he stopped himself, staring off into the empty corridor for half a moment before continuing. “You yell at me for being a bad parent and then you go and do this.”

“I never called you a bad parent,” you corrected.

He glowered down at you. “What am I supposed to think?”

“I’m just trying to help you. Some people say thank you.” You folded your legs in front of you, “Didn’t you come here to apologize? You’re doing a poor job of it.”

“I did-” His brow lowered as it dawned on him how you knew that. “Oh, don't do that.”

“Leonard.”

“That’s not fair. You’ve seen my whole hand and I don’t even know if you’re playing with the same deck.”

“Okay. I can let you in.” You tapped the side of your head with your forefingers. “I can let you see my thoughts and feelings. Level the playing field. Is that what you want?”

“God no.”

“Then what do you want?”

He sat down against the wall opposite you. His eyes met yours, but he didn’t answer, chewing on what he wanted to say but couldn’t get out. With his anxiety lifted he was able to say something close.

“I want to know how you feel.”

“Like I’m going to throw up.” His anxiety mixed with yours and twisted in your stomach. “Or maybe start crying.”

“Are you sure you’re fine?”

“It’ll pass.” You swallowed thickly.

“And when it does, what will you be left with?”

You tilted your head to the side. “Do I really have to say it?”

“Yes.”

You cast your gaze upward, searching for an answer. Your emotions felt more mixed up and overwhelming than they had since you were a teenager. A pressure rose in your chest as you tried and failed to sort through them.

“Oh god. You’re not actually going to cry, are you?”

“No,” you said defensively, but your watery voice betrayed you. “How do you walk around with all this in your head all day?”

“Alcoholism. I don’t recommend it.” He slid across the floor next to you. “And I normally only have my own emotions to cope with.”

Leonard covered one of your hands with his. You felt a genuine concern for your well being, a gratefulness, and something else. A warmth that resembled something you remembered getting from your grandparents, your mother, and your older siblings. The addition of more of his emotions overwhelmed you and a tear fell.

“Let me take it back.”

“No. You deserve a little peace.” You twisted your hand in his so you could close your fingers around the back of his hand. You matched your breathing to his, focusing on it until you felt your anxiety start to subside.

“I am sorry.” You could feel his guilt over the night before building as a result of your kindness.

“I know. I’m sorry too.”

“You were right.”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “I could’ve handled it better. Being around that many Vulcans makes me grumpy and I took it out on you.”

“I started it. I just saw you with Joanna and it reminded me how much I gave up. You are more of a parent to her than I am, but that’s my fault not yours. I’m just glad she has someone willing to fight for her.”

“You don’t think I’m too willing.”

“Maybe if someone was as willing to fight for me as you are for her, we wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with.”

Your head lulled to the side, landing on his shoulder. Exhaustion started to fill you now that the anger and anxiety had both passed. You couldn’t tell if it was yours, his, or both.

“Just don’t send anyone to the hospital.”

You raised your linked hands to elbow him in the ribs.

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“Is he gone?” I ask aloud to myself, searching every nook and cranny of the shop.

“Yup! Just me!” I say excitedly, my voice echoing through the empty halls.

I managed to finish my work for the day. Kisuke has tasked me to organizing the store room. It took me a couple of days, but I finally finished it.

Now, it was time to do what I have thought to do all day.

I slowly open the door to Kisuke’s room. Kisuke and I have recently started dating, and haven’t yet gotten to sleeping in the same room. But once in a while, I secretly go into his room and try on his clothes.

For a long time, I’ve always wondered what his clothes felt like. When we started dating, I’ve realized how soft they really are when cuddling and other things.

So, I open his closet and grab his green shirt, tying the matching green string around my form. Then I slip on his green pants. They were so comfy, I could sleep for days in them. But if I did that, Kisuke would for sure see me wearing his clothes. I’m not sure what he’d think about it, but it would be too embarrassing to see him like this.

At the thought of him barging in, my face goes warm from embarrassment. Shaking my head, I skip around the shop and his room in his comfy clothes, bathing in the soft cloth.

Soon enough, I notice the bright blue sky turning into a dark one.

“I’ve taken so much time!” It was close to Kisuke coming home, and I had to change quickly.

I instantly freeze when I hear Kisuke’s door behind me sliding open. I didn’t want to look, and I didn’t have to.

“(Y/N)…?” I hear his silky voice.

I turn around, avoiding eye contact. “I-I’m sorry��Kisuke… they are just really soft…and…”

“Your sorry? What are you sorry for?” I look up at him to find hearts in his eyes. “You look so cute in my clothes!” He jumps on my body, both of us falling to the floor. He starts to pecker me with kisses, slowly taking the clothes off.

“Kisuke! The door is open!” I was relieved he wasn’t mad at me for wearing his clothes…