#but he could also swallow him whole so he's not too intimidated

[loserr-rawr]

In my line of sight.

summary : sam won't let dean out of his sight, that's it guys · · ·

timeline : takes place after 3x11 [mystery spot] aka sam's groundhog day ·

genre : psychological angst · · words :

· [probably ooc, this is me indulging myself, ok y'all?] · · ·

"don't leave."

dean raises his brows, confused. "hah– what?" he cocks his head to the side, a dry laugh slipping past his lips as he marches towards the desk beside the door, his hand swiftly grabbing the car keys and twirling it around his index finger.

"i said, don't leave." sam repeats with a heavy sigh, springing up from the bed with stiff shoulders and a restless look. He looks.. tired. just completely and utterly fed up.

the tone catches dean off guard, he stumbles with his words for a quick second then regains his composure soon enough, "dude, i just want food." dean shrugs, yet the concern in his voice is palpable. It's been two weeks, two weeks since that bastard trickster stuck poor sammy into an 'endless' loop of tuesdays.

and it's been two weeks of sam acting like a complete paranoid psycho on the verge of being sent off to a psych ward, he wouldn't— couldn't let dean go anywhere by himself, sam and him had fought more than he could count over these past few days over sam's.. whatever he has.

"so?" sam huffs, "let's just– I mean, let's go order a pizza or something", he suggests appealingly, taking out his phone and approaching dean with large strides, casually leaning against the door as he begins to dial the place.

dean shakes his head, chuckling under his breath as he takes the phone out of sams hand, "nah, I'll check on marissa, too, see if she's okay." and he snaps it shut, tossing it somewhere on the bed while grinning cockily.

sam splutters, staring at dean with a deadpan expression, unamused and sighing in annoyance, then suddenly he's taking his coat from the chair, walking hurriedly to get his discarded phone back, and "fine, let's go then."

dean looks around dramatically and raises his hands up, "the hell you are, sam i need some me time, with her", dean jerks his shoulders up and widens his eyes.

and sam, he stays quiet, as if assessing the situation at hand, he looks back and forth at his brothers face and at the keys dangling from his fingers, and his face falls eerily quick. "no." it was stern, more of a command rather than a disagreement.

sam sounded— looked serious, throwing his coat and phone back on his bed and turning to face dean, "look, let's just– let's just stay here, alright? it can wait" even with the sudden shift of urgency in his tone, sam remained purposeful and deliberate in his actions.

admittedly, dean is shocked at the whole ordeal, mouth opening and closing like a dying fish, this was new.. well, this whole thing with sam is, and imagine his surprise when his car keys get rapidly snatched away from his hand in quick succession."what the–?" dean swallows, his gaze darting towards sam and he almost loses it.

but he has compassion and understanding settling deep inside his bone marrow, so he sucks in a breathes, and he lets sam do just that, though not without a scoff of disbelief falling from his mouth as he runs a hand through his short hair roughly and plopping down hard on his bed.

"alright seriously sam, wanna tell me what's going on with you, huh?", dean's tone is low, as if keeping his frustrations at bay, a little intimidating but also weirdly coaxing, "this is getting ridiculous, i mean–", he bites his lips, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

at this, sam breathes in, already sensing his impending headache, he tosses the car keys back on the desk with a loud clang, and dean stares at the action, itching to 'careful' sam, "this again? i told you im–" "fine?" dean finishes with an edge.

and sam inhales sharply, his lips twitching into a slight frown, "just drop it, dean." sam presses his palm over his eyes, trudging towards his bed and plopping down on it just as hard.

dean watches, cranes his neck to stare at sam covering his eyes with his forearm, letting the tension simmer down and the silence stretch out uncomfortably.

"sam–" he attempts,

"dean." and sam interjects.

silence, again, "alright fine, let's go, together."

Erm to be continued I might lose the draft so I'll post it for the time being ehe byie

[tk-duveraun]

SY transmigrates but the system tells him he's going into SQQ and he gives that a hard pass, so it drops him in the body of a little demonic lizard in the Endless Abyss and then says "well since you right want to participate, you're on your own" and leaves him.

Which, rude.

So SY is an Abyssal Lava Gecko. They live in lava floes and nest in caves made by air bubbles forming in the lava and then cooling enough to solidify into walls. They don't need to eat, they photosynthesize off of the intense heat, but if they do eat, they produce venom powerful enough to paralyze a heavenly demon.

They're also all of 4 inches long.

Nevertheless, SY starts cultivating furiously so that wren LBH gets dropped in the Abyss, he's powerful enough to survive outside of the lava without starving or getting eaten himself.

He succeeds.

Sort of.

He finds the crater from LBH falling in, conveniently for him, it's next to a river of lava. This is less convenient for LBH who is unconscious and getting crispy.

As a lizard, he licks LBH's face to wake him up. He doesn't wake LBH up, but ingesting HD blood pushes him past his cultivation bottleneck!

Yes!

He transforms into a human!

...

He's only 4 inches tall.

[lila-lou]

✨Turning Heads - 1/5✨

Summary: You were just supposed to act. But from the moment Jensen Ackles knocks on your door, the lines start to blur. The chemistry is real, the scenes are intense—and he's... well, he’s married.

-requested-

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1335

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. DISCLAIMER: Everything is purely fiction. I do not intend to attack or hurt anyone. The story is, of course, entirely made up and meant for entertainment purposes. I love them all.

The assistant, a woman named Rachel, led you through the massive set, her voice cheerful as she pointed out different areas. The air smelled like fresh paint and sawdust, mixed with the lingering scent of coffee from the nearby catering table. Your stomach twisted—not from hunger, but from nerves.

“This is where most of the scenes take place”, Rachel said, gesturing to a large, warehouse-like space. The lighting rigs overhead cast an almost eerie glow over the set, making it feel surreal. “And your trailer is just down this way. Oh! And you’ll be sharing a lot of your scenes with Jensen, so you’ll probably be around him the most”.

Jensen Ackles. The thought of his name alone made your hands clammy. You had grown up watching Supernatural, and now you were about to play his love interest. The idea felt absurd, like some wild fanfiction come to life.

Rachel stopped in front of a door labeled with your character’s name and smiled. “Take a few minutes to settle in. Wardrobe will need you in about two hours. Oh, and if you run into Jensen, don’t be intimidated—he’s super chill”.

You forced a smile, nodding as she walked off. Super chill? Maybe. But he was also a veteran in the industry, while you were just getting your start.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped into your trailer, setting your bag down on the couch. Before you could even begin to relax, there was a knock at the door.

“Hey, new kid. You decent?”. A deep, familiar voice called from the other side.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You had barely been on set for twenty minutes, and Jensen Ackles was already at your door.

Swallowing your nerves, you quickly straightened your shirt and ran a hand through your hair before stepping forward. You hesitated for just a second before pulling the door open.

And there he was.

Jensen stood casually, one hand resting against the doorframe, the other holding a coffee cup. He was even more intimidating in person—broad shoulders, piercing green eyes, and that signature smirk you had seen on TV countless times. The man radiated effortless confidence, like he had been doing this his whole life.

Jensen’s eyes flickered over you, and for a split second, his smirk faltered. His brows lifted slightly, as if he hadn’t expected you to be so… small.

“Damn”, he muttered, mostly to himself, before chuckling. “They really didn’t tell me you’d be pocket-sized”.

You blinked up at him, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Uh—sorry?”.

He grinned, shaking his head. “No, no, it’s not a bad thing. Just means I gotta be extra careful in our scenes. Can’t have Soldier Boy accidentally tossing you across the room”.

You let out a nervous laugh, unsure whether to be embarrassed or flattered. “I promise I’m sturdier than I look”.

Jensen tilted his head, eyeing you playfully. “I dunno… I sneeze too hard, and you might just go flying”.

His teasing was lighthearted, but you could already see the gears turning in his head. You didn’t have much time to dwell on that thought before Jensen straightened, his expression turning sincere.

“But hey, listen”, he said, shifting his weight as he met your gaze. “If anything ever feels off—if a stunt feels too rough, if you’re uncomfortable with anything—you tell me, alright?”.

His voice was firm but kind, and for a man with such an overwhelming presence, he somehow made you feel at ease. “I mean it”, he continued. “Scenes like ours? They only work if there’s trust. So if you need me to slow down, adjust, whatever—just say the word”.

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks”.

His smirk returned, but there was a warmth behind it now. “No problem, short stack”.

You groaned. “Oh god, that’s gonna stick, isn’t it?”.

“Oh, absolutely”, he said without hesitation, taking another sip from his coffee before leaning against the doorframe again. “Alright, let’s do this properly. I’m Jensen”. He extended a hand, eyes twinkling with amusement.

You rolled your eyes playfully but shook his hand nonetheless. His grip was warm, firm but not overwhelming. “Yeah, I know. Kind of hard not to”.

He smirked. “Fair enough. And you—you’re the new kid. The fresh meat”.

You huffed a laugh, crossing your arms. “That makes me sound like I’m about to be thrown into a pit of wolves”.

Jensen tilted his head. “I mean… this is The Boys. Wolves might be an understatement”.

You let out a nervous laugh, and he immediately softened. “Kidding”, he assured you. “Sort of. But seriously, don’t let it get to you. Everyone here’s good people. And if anyone gives you a hard time, just let me know”.

Something about the way he said it—casual but firm—made you believe he actually meant it. It was oddly reassuring.

“Thanks”, you said, shifting your weight. “So… what’s today like? I know I don’t have any scenes, just getting settled in”.

Jensen nodded. “Yeah, today’s easy. You’ll meet the directors, probably do a quick sit-down with Eric Kripke so he can give you the rundown. Then wardrobe, hair, all that fun stuff. Mostly just getting you familiar with everything before we start throwing you into the deep end”.

You exhaled in relief. “Okay, good. Easing into things sounds nice”.

Jensen smirked. “Enjoy it while it lasts, kid. ‘Cause once we start filming, it’s all chaos”.

You gave him a pointed look. “You’re really great at reassuring people, you know that?”.

He let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Hey, I’m just prepping you. But don’t worry, you’ll do great”.

His confidence in you—despite barely knowing you—felt surprisingly genuine. It helped chip away at the lingering nerves in your chest.

“Anyway”, Jensen continued, pushing off the doorframe. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your first stop. Might as well start making friends now”.

As you walked beside him, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of your own nervous energy. You were trying to look friendly, smiling at crew members as they passed, wanting to make a good impression.

Jensen glanced down at you, and you caught the small twitch of amusement at the corner of his lips.

“What?”, you asked, tilting your head up at him.

He smirked. “Nothing”.

Your eyes narrowed. “No, come on. That’s a something face”.

Jensen let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s just… you’re trying so hard to look approachable”.

You blinked. “Well, yeah. I don’t want people thinking I’m standoffish”.

“I get that”, he said, glancing at you again. “But you don’t have to force it. Besides, your dimples give you away”.

Your stomach flipped. “My… what?”.

Jensen grinned. “Your dimples. When you smile like that—y’know, all polite and professional—they pop out. Kinda ruins the whole ‘I’m totally calm and collected’ thing”.

You felt your cheeks heat up instantly. “Oh, god”. You pressed your hands to your face dramatically, groaning. “That’s so embarrassing”.

Jensen laughed, the sound warm and unbothered. “Nah, it’s good. Makes you look, I dunno… genuine. Like you actually wanna be here”.

You peeked at him through your fingers. “I do wanna be here”.

“Good”, he said easily. “Then you don’t need to overthink it”.

You sighed, dropping your hands. “Easier said than done”.

“Yeah, well”, Jensen smirked, nudging your shoulder lightly. “Stick with me, short stack. I’ll make sure you don’t spiral into a full-blown existential crisis on day one”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head. “Thanks, I think?”.

“Anytime”, he said, shooting you a wink. “Now, first stop—Kripke’s office. He’s a talker, so brace yourself”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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[spicycinnabun]

There's a sugar daddy au??!!!

Also let me be greedy and request my fave 🐺 🤭🤭🤭

there is!

have some werewolf courtship 🐺❤️

Buck set the heavy bag on his dining room table. It was filled with tomatoes, carrots, eggplant and zucchini, bits of dirt still clinging to the stems and leaves. There were also plump strawberries and a bundle of thyme. The aromas were strong under Buck’s sensitive nose. 

He had discovered it outside his door and wondered if someone had accidentally delivered their groceries to the wrong address—until he saw a note peeking out between some colorful bell peppers. It had familiar handwriting.

Buck picked it up and read it.

I have more than I know what to do with. Figured you could probably find a good use for them.

- Tommy

A trio of sunflowers were hanging over the side of the bag. Buck found a vase for them and gave them some water to drink. 

Nobody had ever given him flowers before. 

And nobody was around to see him stick his face in them like a lovesick dummy wolf. 

His emotions were being goofy. He was probably making a bigger deal over this than he should’ve. 

Everything was from Tommy’s garden, though. He had planted, tended, and hand-picked it all. They were the literal fruits of his labor, and he was giving them to Buck, of all people.

What did it mean?

Buck picked up his phone, opting for something silly instead of serious. 

This is a pretty big🍆

They had established a routine of texting each other. Tommy never left him hanging; he always seemed willing to talk. Not once had Buck ever felt brushed off. Tommy was witty as hell. His sarcastic remarks were sharp, but often offset by something sweet and genuine in the next minute. 

Buck was overdoing it—he knew he was, and the Alpha would eventually get sick of him—but he couldn’t help himself. He was just so interested. 

It didn’t take long for Tommy to answer. 

Thanks. Intimidated? 

Buck laughed. Nope. I like a challenge. Can already think of a whole bunch of fun things I wanna do with it. 

He sent a photo of himself holding the eggplant, quirking an eyebrow impishly.

Evan. We’re talking about cooking, right?

Of course. What else? :)

You’re a menace.

Buck laughed again. Wasn’t the first time he’d been called that. Thank you, by the way. 

You’re welcome. If you want more, just let me know. 

Buck bit his lip. We’re still talking about vegetables, right?

Tommy didn’t immediately bubble him, and Buck worried he’d pushed too far. It was a few minutes before his phone lit up.

What else? 

So, the ball was officially in his court. 

Buck swallowed, bouncing on his feet a few times to gear himself up. (Contrary to what Chim claimed, doing that wasn’t tippy tappies.) 

Maybe I want more of you?

The lack of bubbles that time was deafening. Buck smacked his forehead, then nearly dropped his phone as it started ringing. 

Tommy was FaceTiming him.

“Oh!”

Buck hastily ran fingers through his curls and propped his phone up against the fruit bowl on the island, accepting the call.

Tommy appeared on his screen. He was in his turnouts, rows of lockers behind him. His face was sooty, his eyes tired, but he looked content to see Buck.

“Hey,” Buck said, smiling. 

“Evan.”

Something about Tommy’s soft gaze and his tone, warm and low, made Buck’s belly squirm happily. “Just got back from a call?”

“Yeah. I’m about to clean up and have some dinner.” 

Buck put his chin in his palm. “What’s on the menu?” 

Tommy gave him an unreadable look, then smiled back. “Some jerky. Probably something on Wonder Bread. Hopefully, not Freddie’s chicken salad.” 

Some of them had contracted food poisoning from that in the past, Tommy had said. Tommy’s was brief, thanks to his fast healing. Still, Buck groaned in sympathy, a near whine hitting the edge of it. “Tommy, that hurts my culinary soul.”

Tommy chuckled. “It hurts my stomach more, I promise.” He sighed. Buck wanted to press his thumb against Tommy’s cleft and kiss him through the screen. He tried to dispel the thought. “I’ll admit, I miss Bobby’s meals.”

Buck had learned that the 217’s idea of crew dinner was abysmal at best. They rarely ate together, and the only time they had somewhat healthy food was when one of the guys’ wives brought something in.

Buck wondered if Tommy would like his cooking as much as Bobby’s. He was almost as good of a chef as Bobby now, though he excelled a bit more at baking. 

“You’re wearing my clothes again.” 

Tommy’s observation pulled Buck back to the conversation quickly. 

It had become a habit for him to wear the hoodie at home. Embarrassing that Tommy had caught him.

“Yeah. It—it—it’s comfortable.” It was more than that. Buck tugged on the strings, fighting a blush and losing. He attempted more playful banter. “I don’t think I’m going to give it back. In fact, the next time I see you, I’m going to steal another.”

Did werewolves share clothes? Buck didn’t have any other furry friendships to compare this to. He was probably way out of line.

A few of his old girlfriends had liked wearing his stuff. He’d always thought it was cute seeing them dwarfed in his baggy sweaters. He was starting to understand the appeal from the other side. 

But Tommy wasn't his boyfriend, and he bet it was only okay to share within a wolf pack, and he was acting like a total clingy weirdo, and Tommy was probably super skeeved out, and—

“I don’t want it back,” Tommy said. His eyes had darkened, zeroing in on Buck. “It’s yours.”

Buck swore he could hear—feel—Tommy’s heartbeat thudding powerfully in sync with his own. He had an insane and confusing desire to drop to his knees and offer up his bite mark like the Alpha was in the room with him.

You’re mine, Buck heard.

The fire bell ringing on Tommy’s end interrupted them, and whatever spell they were under broke.

Buck straightened up. His legs felt unsteady.

“Guess dinner will have to wait.”

…Why did Buck feel like he was dinner?

“Y-yeah.” 

Tommy smirked. “Talk to you later. Be good.”

Buck made a noise.

The call ended. 

⏾

Buck went to the grocery store. He loaded his cart, checked out without looking too hard at the total, and hauled his stand mixer out of the cupboard as soon as he returned. His kitchen soon became a disaster zone.

Tommy had fed him so well when he’d been bane sick. Though he’d said all he could really do was roast, grill, and dehydrate, it had been more than enough. 

It was Buck’s turn to take care of the Alpha. Not repayment, just appreciation. It wouldn’t be as good as a fresh kill, but Buck hoped Tommy would enjoy the transformation his produce had undergone. 

And Freddie’s chicken salmonella salad could be tossed in the trash where it belonged.

Buck wanted Tommy to feel his gratitude. Buck could fill his stomach and satisfy him. Win him over. 

It could make the Alpha see Buck as a potential mate.

…That was his wolf butting in again, of course.

Buck made spiced carrot cake, thyme and honey focaccia, a massive meaty lasagna with rich tomato sauce, and a ratatouille he spent an excessive amount of time making beautifully layered. 

The last thing he popped in the oven was a batch of strawberry muffins stuffed with homemade strawberry jam. Only the center muffin he decorated with vanilla buttercream and red sprinkles. He left a note in his chicken scratch on top of the tupperware.

The special one is for you. Don’t let anyone else have it.

- Evan

It was almost three AM when he finally shut the refrigerator doors and collapsed into bed with a grin on his face. 

⏾

The following day, Buck carefully loaded everything into an empty box he’d saved from a past delivery and stuck it in the back seat of his Jeep. (Maddie teased him for his millennial urge to save every box he acquired, but she couldn’t deny they were useful.)

Then, Buck set off for the harbor station. 

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[fizzyapplecandy]

The one where you fall in love with a pirate

Hyung line X fem reader

Genres and warnings: short imagines, fluff, mature language, humor, so many kisses

Word count: 4k

I've been on a roll with our hyung line, and I can't stop thinking about a pirate au. Maknae line will be out shortly.

Lots of love, and happy reading X

Hongjoong

Your relationship with the Captain has always been a bit strained. He wasn't too fond of a female crewmate, but his fellow pirates adored you. He, for the life of him, couldn't understand why. Women weren't meant to be out on the sea, and you'd proved his point many times. You were constantly sea sick, the rocking causing your nausea. You hated getting wet, which happened a lot on a pirate ship. You also hated how out of touch you were with the world all the time.

Sure, you cooked for them. You even payed attention to all of their preferences, always making a variety of dishes. You kept the deck pristine, and the boys now had clean clothes, sewn together where needed, always neatly stacked in their cupboards.

Wooyoung pleaded with him to take you in, stating how cruel the townspeople were towards you. Your father was a gambler, and people were after you to pay his debts.

To this day, Hongjoong doesn't know what came over him to say yes. Maybe it was the terror written so clearly on your face, or the bruises visible on your arms. Or the fact that you were... Pretty. Soft spoken, well mannered, and a much needed addition to their ship.

He would never admit it out loud.

One night, he couldn't sleep, so he went out on the deck to get some fresh air. He was surprised to see you there, sitting on a barrel in your nightgown. The flimsy material wasn't enough to keep you warm, he thought. Nights in the open sea could get extremely cold.

Without much thought, he took off his coat and placed it over your shoulders.

You weren't aware of his presence until he did so, and it startled you for a second.

"Oh, Captain! You don't need to do that, you'll freeze!" You were about to take it off and give it back, but Hongjoong stopped you, placing his warm hands over your cold ones.

"No need. I can handle it. You on the other hand..."

He took in your red cheeks and pale lips, your whole body shivering, teeth almost clicking together.

You chuckled and wrapped the coat tighter around yourself.

"You're right. Silly me, I was in such a rush..." You stopped suddenly, turning your head away.

Hongjoong leaned on one of the pillars, gaze fixed on you.

"In a rush? Care to explain?"

You swallowed, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. Hongjoong was intimidating, and you experienced first hand why the called him the 'Sea Monster' in your town. However, the amount of care he put into his crew, the sheer worry on his face whenever one of them wasn't okay... It told you much more about the stoic Captain than he liked to show.

"Well... I kind of... Have nightmares. They aren't that bad anymore. I think being on this ship with all of you helps." You glanced at him, noticing how he hasn't moved an inch, paying attention to your words.

"Sometimes I need to feel present. I need to know that it was just a dream. So the cold kind of... It lets me know I'm here, and I'm safe."

You stood up and turned towards him fully.

"Does that sound weird?"

There was a pause between you. No words were said, but your eyes never left eachother.

"No, it doesn't sound weird. But getting hypothermia isn't the best solution, you know?"

Did he just joke around with you? That's a first. Before you could help it, a giggle left your mouth. You quickly covered it with your hand, eyes widening.

"Am I amusing you, Miss Y/N?"

Hongjoong's tone was relaxed, and you felt like he was almost mocking you, but not in a bad way.

"Ah, no, no! Sorry! It's just... I haven't talked to you like this... Ever. So, you know..." You trailed off, not knowing what to say.

The Captain made his way over to you, now inches apart. He took in every little detail of your face, as if he finally gave himself permission to indulge in his curiosity towards you.

"We talk. You just don't listen to me. Maybe you find me boring compared to the others?"

You flailed your arms around, shaking your head.

"Of course not! You're not boring! I mean, your the Captain! You always tell these amazing stories, and you're so kind towards everyone, even though you don't like to admit it. You... You saved my life that day, and I'm forever in your debt."

Hongjoong didn't know what came over him. One moment he was watching how your chest rose and fell after your energetic exclamation, and in the other, his hands were on your cheeks, lips firmly planted against yours.

You made a noise of surprise, not expecting the kiss, but you certainly didn't mind. In your head, it kind of happened differently, but now that you were wrapped in each others embrace, you wouldn't want it any other way.

There was no saying who pulled away first, but you were both breathing heavily, and your giggles filled the air again.

"Oh my Captain... That was..."

"Yeah... I... Y/N..."

You shushed him, grabbing his cheeks between your palms, placing another sweet kiss on his lips.

That night, in the warmth of his embrace, you were rooted in the moment, and it was the best one in your life so far.

Hongjoong just had to make sure the next one would be even better.

Seonghwa

Of course he had the task of keeping the princess occupied. He figured they'd make Yeosang do it, but he would have probably freaked you out with his staring.

Seonghwa watched as you shifted in your seat, back straight, hands crossed in your lap. You were the epitome of royalty, and you stood out like a sore thumb in the dingy old room on their ship.

For someone who's just been kidnapped and held at ransome, you seemed pretty calm.

"How much money did you ask for?"

Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowed.

"Excuse me?"

You turned towards him, your stance as perfect as ever.

"Money? You did ask for it in favour of giving me back? Otherwise this would be a ridiculous way of courting me."

The pirate stood flabbergasted. A smile was about to make it's way on your face, but you managed to control your emotions.

"Well..." He started, voice a bit unsure. "Our Captain does the deals, but I assume you're worth a pretty penny."

You nodded, and he thought you'd go back to being poised, but you managed to surprise him again.

You shot up from your seat, startling the poor man. The crown you wore was ripped from your head, and you placed it in front of Seonghwa.

"Here, this is worth more than a pretty penny. Go give it to your captain, and ask him if he needs a maid or a cook on this ship."

"What?"

Seonghwa watched the woman, noticing how her expression hasn't changed. She was dead serious about this.

"You heard me. I'm sick and tired of living like Rapunzel! You probably don't know who that is, but nevermind. I want to sail around the world, go on adventures, you know? I don't want to marry a prince, and I cannot stand being in dresses like this anymore!"

Seonghwa didn't know whether to be scared or turned on by you. You were a strong willed woman, and you weren't backing down. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel intrigued. Maybe keeping you with them wouldn't be such a bad idea?

He stood up from his seat and grabbed the crown from the table. Without another glance towards you, he went to the door.

"I'll see what I can do."

.

.

"Oh come on! You literally don't let me do anything fun around here!"

"Yeah, well, that's because you get into trouble more than I anticipated. Now let go!"

You and Seognhwa were playing tug of war with your favorite bag. The boys went out into town to gather supplies for your next trip, and you wanted to go with them. Seonghwa was stuck babysitting you again, and he wouldn't let you leave.

"Please! Do you hate me? Do you not want to see me happy! Come on Hwa!"

It's been about three months since you ran away with them, leaving your castle and princess status behind. Seonghwa asked you from time to time if you regret your decision, but the answer was always a strong 'No'.

"Princess, I've about had it with you! Can you please just let go and sit still for once!"

Now, that wasn't the tone of voice he usually used with you. He was accustomed to your antics, and he let you do whatever you wanted, but he never once sounded as serious about saying no as now.

You slowly loosened your grip on the strap, and you could tell something was wrong with him.

"Hwa? Hey, I won't go. See? Here's the bag, take it. I'll stay on the ship."

He only nodded before turning around and marching to the other end of the deck. You quickly followed after him, trying to look at his face, but he wouldn't turn your way.

"Seonghwa? I know I'm a bit tough to deal with, but something's up with you. Wanna tell me before we start a guessing game?"

His hands gripped the railing tightly, and he tried to calm down enough to look at you. Seonghwa knew his fear was a bit irrational, but it wouldn't go away. He also knew he had to tell you before you started freaking out.

So, he took a deep breath and turned to look into your eyes.

"Listen. I know you love it here. I know you love the boys, the ship, the food Wooyoung makes, the strange animals San sometimes brings aboard... But what if..." His gaze fell to the floor.

"What if, one day, you venture out into the city and realise you miss it? What if you want to go back?"

Seonghwa paused, noticing how quiet you were. As if sensing his unease, you came closer and took his hands in yours.

"Go on." You whispered.

"I can't let you go, Y/N. I... You've made me so happy. Even though you give me constant headaches, I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Oh Seonghwa..."

Before he could tell you to let him down easily, he was surprised with your lips pressed onto his. He quickly gathered himself, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, getting lost into the passionate kiss between you.

You pulled away first, and he was about to chase after you, not wanting it to be over, but you placed a finger on his lips.

"I just want to say... I will never leave you. Yes, I love exploring the city, but I've found my home now."

You leaned your forehead onto his.

"You are my home, Seognhwa."

After that, he let you wander off as much as you wanted, because he knew you'd always come back to him.

Yunho

"Hey! Get back here you son of a bitch!"

Yunho never ran so fast in his life before. His legs were about to give out, but thank goodness the dock was close.

You see, he may or may not have gotten into a slight altercation with a merchant.

The man wanted Yunho to pay for the compass, whereas Yunho... Well... Didn't.

Now, he was in a chasing match with said merchant, as well as three of his friends. They were surprisingly slow, and he thought he was in the clear until he bumped into something.

Or more precisely, someone.

The basket you held flew up in the air, and it was raining apples all around.

"I think he went that way boss!" The men were coming closer, and Yunho cursed from his position on the floor. You on the other hand dusted off your skirt before kicking the man in the leg.

"Hey, I'd say you have about five seconds before they catch you, so why don't you hide in my shop?"

His eyes widened, and he quickly got up and followed after you. You ushered him behind the counter and motioned for him to stay quiet.

There was noise outside, and the door of your shop opened.

"Hello there Miss Y/N. You didn't happen to see a mongrel with long legs running around?"

Yunho glanced at you from his crouched position, and you seemed casual enough.

"No, I can't say that I have. Sorry gentlemen."

They grumbled, but soon enough, the shop was enveloped in silence. You glanced outside, seeing them going back where they came from.

"All clear now big boy. You can come out."

Yunho poked his head up, and you chuckled. The tall man gave you a youthful vibe, and the smile on his face made you stop in your tracks.

"That was a close one. Thank you, little lady. I'm sorry about your apples."

You waved him off while he curiously looked around your bookshop.

"Wow, quite a collection. Are you the owner?"

"My father is. I just help around when I can. Now..." You stepped closer to him, examining his handsome features.

"What did you do? That was one hell of a chase."

Yunho laughed, but he stopped abruptly to check his pockets. He let out a sigh of relief as he took the small compass out. He extended his hand and held it over to you.

"Oh, wow. Did you steal it?" You watched as he nodded, expression almost sheepish.

"I didn't bring any money with me, and I know my Captain wouldn't let me go back for it because we're in a hurry, so..."

He trailed off, but you got his point.

"Ahh... I see. Well, in that case you might want to hurry to your ship before Mister Jung finds you."

His eyes widened and he rushed past you towards the door. You were almost sad to see him go.

"Thank you, again. I wish you all the best!"

He was out before you could reply, but you followed after him to watch as he ran down the street, an apple from your basket in his hand as well.

"What a silly boy..."

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It's been about a month since your encounter with the gentle giant, as you called him. You couldn't stop thinking about his handsome face, and it made you sad every time. You figured he was a pirate by the way he dressed, and he only confirmed it when he mentioned his ship.

Your father always knew you were a free spirit, and he was sad you chose to stay in the city and spend your days in the bookstore. He knew you felt uneasy about leaving him, but he couldn't convince you to change your mind. That is, until he found a young man curiously peeking through the shop window.

The tall man came inside, and he could sense his nervousness in the air.

"Hello there... Is... Is the little lady somewhere around here?"

Your father smiled. "Oh, my daughter. She went out to get us some fruit. You're welcome to wait inside."

Yunho nodded, and went over to one of the shelves to browse. It didn't take long for you to return, and you almost dropped the basket of pears you were holding.

"Oh..."

Yunho turned towards you, a big smile spreading across his face.

"Hey there! Long time no see!"

You glanced at your father, and he nodded slightly before smirking. After that, he stood up and went to the back to give you some privacy.

"Yeah, long time... What are you doing here?"

You placed the pears on the counter, offering one to... Well you didn't know his name.

"Well, I... I had to go and settle my debt with Mister Jung. I also..."

He took the fruit from your hand, fingers brushing yours. You looked into each other's eyes, unconsciously coming closer.

"I had to see you again. I know it might sound crazy, but I can't stop thinking about you, little lady."

Yunho leaned in slightly, his voice almost a whisper.

"What's your name? I need to know the name of the girl of my dreams. Mine's Yunho."

"I'm Y/N." You managed to mumble, eyes still fixated on his.

"Say, you two, why don't you go back to our house and start packing Y/N's bags?"

You let out a startled noise, and turned around to look at your father. He was standing behind the counter, a wide smile gracing his features.

"Dad? What..."

"Yunho, I assume you're here to ask my daughter to come with you, is that right? I know how you pirates get."

Yunho stood frozen, surprised at how easily her dad got him figured out. He was right, he did come to ask Y/N to travel with him. His life was on the sea, has been for a long time, but she... She was something he felt was missing.

"I can really go?" You went towards your father, not believing what was happening.

He gently placed his arms around you in a hug, whispering into your ear.

"You were never meant to love a mundane life, my sweetie. Go now, before I become too sentimental."

It wasn't long after that your bags were packed and you were waving at your father from Yunho's ship. As the town you grew up in got smaller, your eyes filled with tears.

A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, and a kiss was placed on top of your head.

"Everything okay little lady?"

You turned around in Yunho's embrace, placing your hands on his chest. Without much thought, you got on your tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He stood frozen for a moment before his arms tightened around you, deepening the kiss.

When you finally broke apart, you placed your head above his heart, listening to the steady beats.

"Everything is perfect."

Yeosang

Yeosang loved being a pirate. He loved the freedom he had, the laughs he shared with his shipmates, who he now viewed as brothers. He loved everything about his life. Apart from the times they had to wreak havoc in a random town.

They tried to bring justice where they could. Once they found out about groups doing harm on the townspeople, they intervened in no time.

Tonight wasn't any different from their usual agenda, if he excluded you.

They were seated in one of the more problematic bars in town. Hongjoong told them the job was simple - Get in, take out the bad guys, get out. There was one man, Han Sehun, and he was known for intimidating the lower class people into giving him their well earned salaries, as well as harassing women.

That's where you came into the picture. You were working the night shift at the bar tonight, and you hated it every time. Sehun was adamant on making your life hell, but you couldn't complain because you needed the job. Your parents were long gone, and there wasn't anyone in town you were close with.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice the handsome men making an entrance. You could tell there was something different about them.

One in particular caught your eyes the most. He had a blonde mullet, and he seemed like the calmest of them all. As if he could sense your eyes on him, he turned his head, but you managed to look away in time.

"Yeosang, stop staring at the pretty lady. You'll scare her." Wooyoung chuckled after pinching Yeosang's cheek.

He swatted his hand away.

"I'm not staring."

Wooyoung smirked. "Sure you aren't."

Without another word, Wooyoung stood up and went over to you. He smiled at you, showing you eight fingers and motioning to their table. You nodded, giving him a thumbs up.

Yeosang was nervous all of the sudden. He knew they were on a mission, so what was Wooyoung doing.

"Relax, Sangie. The pretty lady will bring us some drinks in a second."

Hongjoong pinched his nose.

"Now is not the time for drinking, or staring at girls. Get it together."

Wooyoung held his hands up, and Yeosang remained still. That is, until you came to their table holding a tray with eight beers.

"Here you go boys. Enjoy!"

His mind must be playing tricks on him, because it seemed like your eyes only met his before you went back to the counter.

Before he could dwell on it, Sehun started causing a scene at the bar.

"Oh come on Y/N, when will you give it up? You know I can show you a good time."

"For the last time, please leave me alone."

"Still trying to act tough? Just wait until I fuck the attitude right out of you!"

Yeosang had the sudden urge to march over an fuck up his face, but Hongjoong's glare kept him at bay. They had to wait for the perfect timing, otherwise they would cause a ruckus.

The night went on like this with Sehun's comments getting even worse. Yeosang felt immense relief when he saw Hongjoong nodd, and the plan went into action.

Soon enough, the bar was turned over upside-down. Sehun was in handcuffs, and you were hiding under your counter. The officers would be here any moment, and the boys had to run.

Yeosang glanced at his crewmates as they went down an alley, his chest tightening.

"I have to do something quickly. Meet you at the ship."

"Yeosang!" Their voices were now faded into the background as he re-entered the place they wrecked.

"Hello? Miss?"

You slowly lifted your head from your hiding place, glancing at the handsome man from earlier. You should have known they were pirates, his outfit basically screamed it in your face.

"H-Hi?"

He turned his head towards your voice, a small smile gracing his features.

"There you are. Come out, I won't hurt you."

For some reason, you believed him. After all, they managed to take away your town's biggest problem.

You carefully got up, and he could tell your dress was ripped in some places. Probably got caught in one of the broken tables.

"What do you want?" You asked, voice trembling.

He approached you, paying attention to your body language. You were still apprehensive, but slowly loosening up.

"I'll cut right to the chase. Want to come on a little trip with me?"

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.

It's been about a month since you took Yeosang up on his offer. You weren't sure what came over you to say yes so quickly, but you felt like he was trustworthy.

Honestly, you didn't have much left in the town, and you felt like you weren't leaving anyone behind. You only gained another family, a bit rowdy, but definitely lovely and supportive.

You also gained something else along the way, and you hoped Yeosang was feeling the same.

"Hey there treasure. What's got your head in the clouds?"

His voice brought you out of your daydream, and you could feel him beside you, gripping the railing. The sea was calmer than usual, giving you a sense of peace.

"Oh, nothing much. Just thinking about you."

Yeosang let out a startled noise.

"M-Me?"

You turned to look at him, noticing the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah, you. I don't think I ever thanked you properly for taking me away from my miserable life."

Yeosang stayed silent, observing your expression. You looked... Happy.

"So, forgive me if I'm reading this wrong, but I just can't hold it in."

Before he could get a word in, you placed a kiss on his cheek, lightly catching his lips. It took him off guard, but he wanted to make sure you knew the feelings were mutual.

So, as you went to pull away, he grabbed your waist and placed a proper kiss on your lips.

You just looked at each other, smiles stretched out from ear to ear.

"I can't hold it in either."

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It truly was getting to be too much. You could not get the sound of him saying your name that way out of your head. So desperate, so needy. It made your stomach flip and your blood run hot. Ever since that day, it was like you were stuck in a haze - floating through your daily routine around Katakuri’s estate, his moans on repeat inside your head. It had definitely spiced up your private time in your bed chambers at night as well. 

The only issue is that you would never bring this up to him. How were you supposed to go up to your huge and intimidating boss – who you also had a crush on - and casually tell him, “Hey, by the way, I was totally listening in on the other side of the door the other day. It was really hot. Should we...?”.  

Yeah. Not happening. 

So, you had kept your head down and worked diligently while trying to avoid bumping into Katakuri. But that could only last so long and you felt your face go pale when you were told it was your duty this week to clean up his office. 

Not only could you potentially see him in there, it was also the scene of where it all happened. How were you supposed to do your job and not want to die the whole time? 

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Fortunately, luck had been on your side and when you had entered his office after knocking, it was evident Katakuri was out at the moment. You quickly got to work, wanting to get your chores done in here before he could return. His office was quite large but not much was in it. Just a large desk and chair and a chaise lounge with a low table, along with a rug, some decor and bookcases. The chaise lounge you always figured was just a part of the decor since there was no way Katakuri actually used it. 

Just as you were wrapping up, you heard the door open behind you and you froze. Of course, your luck could only last so long. You heard Katakuri say your name like he wasn’t expecting to see you and hearing your name from his lips again sent a shiver down your spine. Gathering your courage to face him long enough to get out of here, you quickly turned and grabbed your bucket of cleaning supplies. 

“I just finished, my lord,” you told him. “I’ll be out of here in a moment.” With a small bow, you attempted to leave but he shut the door behind him before you could even cross the room. Panic flooded your senses and you could only watch as he strode up to you. Certain bloodlines within you made it so you weren’t tiny next to him, but you still only came up to about his abdomen. You shyly looked up at him to see him looking down at you and his gaze made it feel like he was analyzing you.  

“M-My lord?” You stammered out, unsure of what to do.  

“I feel like I haven’t seen you around that much these past few days.” Katakuri told you and you felt a lump form in your throat. You swallowed it down and looked away from him. 

“Oh... W-Well, you know, I’ve been so busy cleaning all over the place. So... So many rooms, you know?” You rambled out, your face going the color of crimson. It was a stupid excuse but you couldn’t just tell him the truth outright. You had been avoiding him but you never expected him to notice. He was an important and busy man and you were just a maid that worked for him. It was clear from the other day that he was attracted to you but the fact that he noticed your absence from his presence made your heart flutter. 

His stare only continued and he made no reply to your excuse. It was evident he was not buying it at all and your odd behavior only piqued his interest even more. You began to fidget, hoping he would just let you go and die from shame in your bed chambers. His eyes drifted down to where you were white-knuckling your cleaning bucket and after a second, he visibly stiffened. 

“...You overheard, didn’t you?” His question was so quiet but you heard it all the same. A knot formed in your stomach and you felt tears prick at the back of your eyes. You could have tried to play dumb and say you didn’t know what he meant but you knew it was pointless and also cowardly. Words bubbled up your throat and you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking out. 

“I’m so sorry, my lord. I truly didn’t mean to but...” You started to confess but you trailed off, not knowing how to excuse your spying on him. Not able to face him anymore, you turned your back to him, still death gripping your bucket. You knew it was rude to do, especially to your boss but your heart just couldn’t take it. “It was wrong of me.” You whispered. 

“No.”  His reply stunned you. “It was wrong of me to do that and then put you in this position.” You turned slightly back to him and while you couldn’t see half of his face due to his signature scarf, you could see the tips of his ears were a dusty pink. The sight made your heart beat faster and it was something you wanted to burn into your brain. You turned away again, staring at his desk. This whole situation was awkward for the both of you but here you were and this needed to be taken care of.  

It was time to be honest. 

“It’s alright... I actually didn’t mind at all.” You said, your face burning hot. He stepped closer and you could feel the heat of his body right behind you. 

“Is that so?” He rumbled out, right by your ear. It sent a shiver down your spine and you finally dropped your bucket. Him being so close was making your head spin.  

“Yes. It was...” You trailed off, feeling too shy to say it aloud. But he wasn’t going to let you off like that. 

“Tell me.” He ordered as he stood back up to his full height and put his hands on your shoulders. You lost your breath at having him finally touch you. Your heart was beating so fast you felt like it may just burst from your chest. Was this really happening? Where was this even going? If it was going where you thought it was, you weren’t going to say no.  

“It was really hot. Hearing you say my name like that, knowing what you were doing on the other side of that door.” You whispered, your skin burning. He didn’t immediately reply and the silence was killing you. 

“What were you thinking about?” You breathlessly asked him and he gripped you tighter. You needed to know. What had been going through his head while he stroked himself to the thought of you? 

A beat of silence passed before he replied. 

“How about I show you?” 

You stared up at him over your shoulder with wide eyes and slowly nodded your head, your mouth now gone dry. With that he turned you around and lifted you up, hitching your legs around his waist. You let out a small, startled noise and clung to his broad shoulders. You didn’t expect him to move so quickly after how slow the two of you were going just a moment ago.  

He brought you over to the chaise lounge and sat down on the edge of it. You were now straddling him and could feel his arousal press into you. It was quite large and it made you swallow while wondering how you were going to take it – if this even went that far. 

His large hands moved to your waist to hold you in place and - to your surprise - he laid back onto the large rectangular cushion.  

“Wh-What are you doing?” You asked him startled. Katakuri was the man who never laid on his back and here he was now laying beneath you. Not that you minded really. Having this huge man now pinned under you made heat coil in your lower stomach. 

His eyes roamed over your body and his hands moved down your waist to your ass, pulling your short dress up to bunch around your hips. He then grabbed your ass roughly and you gasped.  

“I’m going to let you in on a secret.” He said as he kneaded your ass. His movement caused your hips to start rocking, grinding your core against his cock still confined to his pants and you panted lightly. “I do lay on my back from time to time. Especially when I’m about to have my hot maid ride my face.”  

His words stunned you to silence and you could only stare down at him wide eyed, mouth slightly agape. You were most definitely wet at this point and you could feel your pussy throb at how seductive he was being. 

“Now, I’m going to need these off.” He said as stopped kneading your ass and he snapped your panties against the skin of your hip. It jolted you out of your stupor. Biting your lip, you continued to grind yourself down on his arousal. You didn’t want to have to get off of him for even a second.  

“Rip them.” You told him like a soft command and his eyes widened, pupils dilating and he let out a growl as he promptly ripped both sides of your panties. You lifted your hips enough to get the ruined cloth out from under you and he tossed them across the room. 

“Close your eyes.” He rasped to you and while the sudden command left you confused, you did as he said. “Don’t open them until I tell you to.”  

“Yes, my lord.” You whispered in response, darkness the only thing you could now see. Not being able to see what he was going to do to you next added another level of heat to the situation and you could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Then you felt his strong hands on your hips and he was lifting you again. A small gasp left you as he brought you up and set you back again. You felt the soft fabric of his scarf on your thighs and you put two and two together that he had you hovering over his face. Knowing your bare pussy was right in front in his face made you feel so light headed, you were worried you may pass out. 

There was a small sound of fabric shifting and then you felt it. His large, hot tongue licked up your slit and you threw your head back as you let out a loud cry. One of your hands went backwards to brace yourself on his broad chest while the other fumbled to find his hair and you gripped it tightly, earning a grunt from the man below you. His fingers dug into your thighs and then he went to work on you like a man starved. 

You moaned loudly as his tongue lapped at your clit. It was an extreme pleasure you had never felt before and you gripped his hair tighter. Katakuri let out raspy groan in response and flicked his tongue faster. You cried out again and began to move your hips. As you rocked your hips in time with his licking, you could have sworn you felt...fangs? Your mind was in such of a sex haze though that it quickly left your thoughts.  

You could feel your orgasm building quickly and you quietly begged him for more. He started to switch between licking and sucking on your clit and it wasn’t long before your orgasm ripped through you. You let out a high-pitched moan and squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to snap them open. You rode out your orgasm on his face while he kept licking and sucking.  

Once you were able to catch your breath, you started to shift away from him. But he only gripped your thighs tighter. 

“I’m not done yet.” He growled beneath you and you were about to question him when his tongue plunged into your hole. You screamed out at the hot, wet intrusion. Your hand on his chest pressed down harder and you dug your nails into his flesh. You wished you could open your eyes and watch him go to town on you but you didn’t dare disobey him. His tongue repeatedly went in and out of you and you could nothing but moan, pinned down to his face.  

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” You gasped over and over, another orgasm coming quickly. “It’s so good.” You groaned out, now having found your voice. Katakuri moaned in response and went even faster in and out of you. Your thighs began to shake and you pressed yourself down onto his face harder.  

“Yes, yes, yes!” You squealed out as you rode out your second orgasm. Once this one passed, you let out a harsh breath and doubled over, still keeping your eyes closed.  

You lifted yourself from his face and this time he let you. His own haggard breathing could be heard and it made your walls clench. It reminded you of him jerking off and you hoped you could hear more of his noises. 

With your eyes still shut, he lifted you again and put you back on his lap. His erection felt even harder than before and you bit your lip. There was shuffle of fabric again and you waited for his next order. 

“You can open your eyes now.” He told you and you slowly did so, getting adjusted to the lights again. You looked down at him and drank in the sight of him.  

His hair disheveled, large chest heaving, half covered face flushed red, eyes absolutely hungry. You could come again just looking at him. It must’ve shown on your face because he swiftly sat up, wrapped your legs around him and stood once more. This time he took you over to his desk and set you down on your feet. But your legs were still shaking and you had to grab him before you collapsed to the floor. 

“I got you.” He said as he held you up. “You doing okay?” He asked you gently and you nodded back. “We can stop if you need to.” He said but you shook your head. 

“No, I’m good to keep going. Please don’t stop.” You told him softly, looking up at him. His gaze over his scarf turned hungry again and then he turned you around, placing a hand on your back. His large hand on your back slowly pressed you down so that your front was pressed down against the top of his large desk. The hand still there gently rubbed your back as it slowly made its way down to your ass.  

He pushed your dress up so that you were exposed to him and he turned his hand to slip two fingers into your wet cunt. The sudden intrusion made you cry out as you rocked your hips back to ride his fingers. He large fingers dipped in and out of you at a brutal pace. It stretched you out good and you knew this was in prep for his large cock.  

After everything he had done to you, it wasn't long before you reached yet another orgasm. You were a stuttering mess of oh yes and please as your third orgasm ripped through you. Your breath was ragged as you rode your high. 

“Please...” You started to beg. “I need your cock, my l-lord.” You couldn’t even catch your breath but your body needed him and needed him now. You could feel yourself dripping wet and your thighs slick. 

He removed his fingers from you and you heard the clink of his belt coming undone. Your mind was fully hazy again with lust and all that was on your mind was his cock. You wiggled your ass at him, excited at the prospect of getting fucked. His hand came down and smacked against one of your cheeks causing you to cry out. 

“Stay still.” He ordered huskily and your eyes rolled back.  

“Yes... Yes, my lord.” You panted, the side of your face pressed against his desk. Then you felt the head of his cock as he notched it at your entrance. One of his hands gripped your hip as he slowly directed his cock into you.  

You moaned loudly at the stretch; he was much bigger than you ever expected but you were determined to take it all. His thumb rubbed circles onto your hip as he entered you inch by inch.  

“You’re doing so good.” He gently said to you and you clenched around him, whimpering in reply. Soon he was seated fully within you and you were breathing rapidly at being so full. Once you were fully used to the stretch, you gave him the go ahead to start moving.  

He started out slow, pumping into you with control. Your body was slowly giving into the pleasure, every thrust feeling better and better. You started to mewl and moan and he went faster, fingers digging into your hip. 

“You’re so big.” You said breathlessly. “It’s so fucking good, yes, fuck me.” You pleaded to him, starting to see stars across your vision. 

The hand that had been leading his cock into you slammed down onto his desk next to your head and you gasped. 

You felt his large frame press onto your back as he bent over to be on top of you and your walls clenched ever tighter around him. He started to drill into you and you could barely catch your breath. To be taken in such of a feral fashion made your eyes roll back into your head. 

“This... is what I was stroking my cock to the other day.” He seductively said down to you, his thrusts unrelenting. “You crying out for my cock while I fuck you like this, after I ate my fill of your sweet pussy.” 

His words alone were about to send you into another orgasm. You cried out again and dug your nails into the wood of his desk. At this point, words were beyond you and you were just a crying, mewling mess. The hand on your hip suddenly moved and he brought it between your body and his desk so he could play with your clit. You started to scream out, your legs shaking violently. It was too much, way too much. The feel of his fingers moving against your clit, the harsh thrusts of his huge cock inside you, the press of his body against you. 

Your vision blacked out for a second and yet another orgasm crashed into you at rapid speed. He picked up his pace, fucking you faster and faster through your orgasm. You were screaming so loud you were sure the whole estate – maybe even the whole island – could hear you but you didn’t care at all. Never in your life had you been fucked like this and you were going to enjoy every second of it. 

You were slowing your rapid breathing down when you realized you had been drooling on his desk. As you were going to lift your head, Katakuri grabbed your waist and brought you up himself so the two of you were standing against the desk.  

“There’s one more thing to this fantasy.” He rumbled out to you, slightly out of breath himself. You couldn’t fathom what else he had in store for you but you were willing to go along with anything at this point. “On your knees, mouth open, tongue out.” He ordered and slipped his cock out of you.  

His words made your whole body shiver and your pussy throb yet again. He stepped away from you and it didn’t take much effort for you to get onto the floor. Your body basically thanked you for doing so. You faced him on your knees and this was the first time you actually got to see his cock. 

Your brain short-circuited as you tried to process how the hell that had fit inside of you.  

What brought you out of your thoughts was his hand stroking his huge cock and you remembered he was waiting. Looking up at him, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue just like he told you to. He groaned and pumped his fist faster.  

This was really what he fantasized about? Holy shit.  

You placed your hands on the floor in-between your spread knees and hefted your chest up, cleavage on display and stuck your ass out, wanting to give him the best view. His face, still half hidden by his scarf, flushed at you doing this and his eyes had a look of desperation in them. His fist went faster and faster until he let out a guttural moan and his cum shot out onto you. 

You closed your eyes as most of it landed on your tongue but some ended up on your cheek and even the top of your breasts. Slowly opening your eyes, you made eye contact with him and then drew your tongue back into your mouth and visibly swallowed.  

“Fuck.”  

It was all Katakuri could mutter after seeing such a display. You tilted your head to the side while still looking up at him, smiling softly but with wicked look in your eye. 

“Was it everything you wanted, my lord?” 

[avocado-writing]

Okay, I've had this idea bouncing around in my head, waiting for you to reopen suggestions, haha. How do you think the Origins Companions + Halsin, Rolan, Dammon, and Zevlor would react if they found out that Tav had been hiding a very serious injury from them? The kind of injury where Tav is convinced that they're fine and they don't want to worry anyone with something they can handle on their own, especially the people they care most for, but as they try to ignore the injury it only gets worse until it's potentially life threatening and they can't keep up the facade anymore. I will leave it up to you whether or not Tav and the other individual are in a romantic relationship. I think both ways have potential for wonderful angst 😆

ooohhh noooooo! but also oh yes, LOVE this sort of angst lol. written as if you have had an infection come on from an injury. this is gonna be a long list so let's buckle up...

Astarion

really tries to hide his panic but fails miserably.

can't help but start snapping - how could you keep something like this from him?

you try to give your excuses but he waves them away, angry, but mostly because he's terrified that he might have lost you.

if he has any healing potions he helps you take them, if he doesn't he immediately... sources some from somewhere.

holds you as tight as he dares, worried that he will aggravate the injury otherwise.

as you begin to heal and drift off to sleep he spends the whole night watching you rest, making sure that you're still breathing, still safe. doesn't mind when you cuddle up to him in the night, sleepily.

Gale

curses himself for not noticing your condition. he's a wizard, damn it! he's meant to be bloody perceptive.

wishes for the first time ever that he didn't just know wizard spells. wishes he knew how to heal, too.

makes you as comfortable as he can while he finds a book about what he can do for an infected wound, probably swallowing his pride and going to Shadowheart if it's bad enough.

you manage a weak, "Gale, you don't have to--", and he cuts you off, "if you're going to insist that I don't have to look after you, I'm telling you that I do."

fixes you something to help with the pain and infection, makes sure you drink it all despite the horrid taste, then tucks you into his bedroll to let you rest.

when you go to reach out and cuddle him he slips into your arms, presses his lips to your hair, and whispers as you fall asleep about how much you scared him. about how he'd never be able to lose you.

Lae'zel

only realises how unwell you are when you fall over mid-journey.

"tsk'va! why did you hide the extent of your injuries from me?"

hauls you onto her back and carries you back to camp, muttering about your foolishness the whole time.

makes you comfortable in her tent and uses her knowledge of githyanki medicine to help start healing you.

it isn't comfortable as she works on your infection but for the first time you feel her hands being soft rather than vicious.

"you should not have kept this from me." "I know. I'm sorry." "hm. ridiculous thing. zhak vo'n'fynh duj."

goes and intimidates the camp into being quiet so you can rest. it works. this is the nicest she's ever been to you. you could get used to it.

Shadowheart

obviously this is not a huge problem for her, but she is still worried that it got so far without her noticing.

immediately heals you, pouring far too many spell slots into your body in order to get it up and running again.

it helps, immediately breaking the fever you've been nursing, and the touch of Shadowheart's hand to your face is cooling and reassuring.

"lady shar teaches us to embrace our pain... but not like this. you should have known better. you could have died."

her hand slips down to cup your cheek, you cover it with one of your own. she's telling you off but you can tell it's because she cares.

"I'm sorry that I scared you." "I know. don't do it again."

she smiles and the ache in your heart is lifted, too.

Wyll

panics.

you collapse on day in camp and he immediately calls on the others for help, not so proud as to be unable to admit when something is out of his knowledge. he is not a healer. he needs help.

he manages to catch you in his arms as you tumble, hugging you close to his chest while magic is worked or a healer checks you over.

lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding when you begin to stabilise.

helps you back to your tent to rest, gently chiding you but letting you know that he's glad you're alright.

when your hand weakly comes up to touch him, he indulges you in a kiss to let you know how relieved he is.

constantly watching you on the battlefield from that moment on. if he can help it, you'll never be hurt again.

Karlach

another panicker.

scoops you up in her arms and holds you to her chest, running to the tent of the nearest healer in camp - or, if you're in the city, kicking down the door of a local doctor.

begging the healer to check you over, but is reluctant to let you go. if she stops holding you it's like she's relinquishing control and that scares the life out of her.

you're healed and she feels you start to stir in her arms, peppering you with kisses of relief, choking through her tears that you're never to scare her like that again.

carries you back home, even if you're totally capable of walking. she just wants to make sure you're okay.

Halsin

sternly disappointed that you didn't tell him, but more annoyed that he didn't notice something was wrong himself. how could he not see how out of balance with nature you were?

squirrels you away to his tent to heal you, make you soothing and medicinal teas, his big hands over the source of the infection.

you burrow into his touch, into his chest, and you end up sitting in his lap as he heals you.

he wants to tell you off a little, but is more relieved that you're alright. encourages you to share all your burdens with him.

kisses you on the forehead, then on the mouth when he's sure you're strong enough for it not to knock you flat.

Dammon

my poor boy is just a blacksmith, so though he doesn't exactly panic, he does scoop you up and try to find a healer as soon as he can.

waits quietly and nervously as you are examined, silently cursing himself for being too busy to see how you were hurt. he's meant to be better than this. he's meant to love you, how didn't he notice?

when you come to he can't stop apologising, and it takes several of your kisses to soothe him and tell him it was not his fault but yours.

he makes you promise that you'll always tell him when you're hurt. has you look into his eyes and swear it.

he can't do much on the battlefield but he can protect you where he can.

Rolan

another one cursing that he doesn't know healing spells.

"you aren't meant to die, gods damn it! you're meant to be strong... what good am I if I can't keep you safe..."

rushes you to the best doctor in Baldur's Gate. pays for all the treatment that you could need. holds your hand at your bedside for your entire recovery... until you come back to consciousness, of course, at which point he just starts telling you off for being stupid enough to get into his mess in the first place.

you grab him by the collar and drag him down for a kiss. that finally shuts him up. but he never lets you forget how foolish you were.

Zevlor

practical but still worried about you.

you collapse in the field and he finds a safe place to hide the both of you from dangerous eyes, using his Lay on Hands ability to channel his magic into healing.

you try to apologise but a finger to your lips silences you, and all you can do is watch in quiet wonder as he burns the infection out with his Paladin's light.

when you're better he gently chides you. tells you that you have people relying on your leadership, and that a problem shared means there are more heads working on how to fix it.

when he sees how sorry you are lets you cuddle into him. when you say you'll repay him, he insists your happiness and well-being is enough for an old warrior like him.

does take the kiss you offer, though. he's been wanting to do that for a while...

[honeygrahambitch]

"Now there are two things we can do." Brian said and looked at Beverly and Jimmy. "We tell Tim that Will is in a relationship or we let Tim be delusional just so we can see Dr. Lecter being jealous right in front of us."

"Tim from the HR department?" Jimmy asked a bit lost. "I go on vacation for once and I miss all the drama."

"Basically, this guy Tim is fruity." Beverly explained. "He's been visiting the lab for all kinds of stupid reasons only to interact with Will or to ask us about Will."

"Why didn't you tell him? He's taken for life."

"That's exactly what I was telling you two just now. We could tell him or we could see what happens." Brian went on. "Imagine being Will and having two men fight for you."

"Are you jealous, Z?" Beverly asked, making Brian scowl.

"No one is fighting for Will, Hannibal has already won."

"He has but does he seem to be the type to accept other people flirting with his hubby?" Jimmy asked rhetorically.

"That's a different story, you wouldn't want to see a man flirt with your wife either."

"Dr. Lecter is consulting on the case today. If we are lucky, Tim will come by. The funniest part is that Will is completely oblivious to his attempts."

*

"The victims not only have the eye colour in common. That was supposed to throw us off." Will said thoughtfully as he looked at the three bodies. "It's something else."

"We ran all the tests. Nothing similar." Jimmy replied.

"I mean, they did have the same blood type." Beverly added. "They are all B negative."

"I suggest you all find something more specific than that, we are not about to tell people to stay indoors if they have green eyes and the B negative blood type." Jack demanded a bit too impatiently. "Doctor?"

Hannibal was reading the case file just as Beverly was handing him the report following their tests. "We will find it, Jack." He replied not even lifting his glance but reassuringly enough for Jack to be satisfied.

The door of the lab opened and everyone moved their glance towards the visitor.

"Oh, hi, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

As soon as everyone noticed it was Tim, their attention went back to the case file. Brian elbowed Jimmy subtly but not discreet enough for Hannibal to miss it. What he didn't miss was also the fact that this man who had just entered smelled really cheap.

"I hope I'm not intruding, I will be real quick."

Jack rolled his eyes. "What, Tim? What is it? Unless you solve this case I don't want to know."

Tim turned his head away from the dead bodies, visibly horrified. "I...sorry, no, not my domain. Unless they are trying to apply for a job here." He said and laughed awkwardly.

The joke made everyone in the room eye him at the same time, in a way that made Tim wish for the earth to swallow him.

"Anyway...I brought Will a coffee."

Hannibal flipped the page loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear it. "There is not sufficient information on the third victim. No medical history." He said as he watched the man hand Will the cup of coffee.

He gave Beverly a questioning glance. If anyone in that lab knew what was going on, she was the one. She shrugged awkwardly.

"We couldn't contact any relative of the last victim yet. That is why a lot of information is missing." Will explained. "Thanks'." He said absently as he accepted the cup of coffee.

Tim smiled widely, making Brian bite his own tongue in an attempt not to laugh.

"I like your shirt." Tim blurted out just like a teen who has been practicing the whole morning in front of the mirror.

Will was not phased, he was so focused on the third body that he didn't even hear the remark.

"I do too, I got it for him." Hannibal replied, making all the eyes in the room go to him. To Hannibal, that was never something to intimidate him. On the contrary. "It matches his eye color."

Brian kicked Jimmy again almost making him lose his balance.

However the most precious view in the room was the way Tim's face paled instantly. Out of pure stupidity, he tried to feed his own delusion and went on to ask:

"Aren't you Will's psychiatrist?" He had to convince himself that handsome man was nothing more than that.

Hannibal appreciated the poor thing for doing his homework. Although not completely.

This time Brian could not hold back his laughter, earning a punch in the shoulder from Jimmy.

Jack sighed loudly in his habitual "why can we never focus on the case" manner and didn't even make an effort to explain anything. "Please return to the HR office if you are done."

Hannibal made a mental note. Tim from HR. It was just as good as a business card. "Not anymore. Fact which makes buying clothes for my husband completely ethical."

Will lifted an eyebrow subtly.

"I didn't know Will was married." Tim mumbled taken aback, his heart and spirit visibly breaking.

"Will didn't know either." Will replied. "But I suppose I'm as good as married, indeed." He added thoughtfully before looking at one particular detail on each body.

"How does this discussion help us solve the case?" Jack asked, the frustration visible on his face.

"It does, in fact. If you check the victims you will notice they each wear the same ring. If you trace that back to the jewelry shop they got it from, we will have a new lead."

"I should have Tim in the lab more often." Jack said, pleased by the new connection.

"I don't think I will ever be able to come by. I don't like being led on." Tim said and left the room, making Brian almost choke.

"Who was that?" Will asked when he heard the door of the lab. "And how did I end up with this coffee?"

[fallendev0tionvn]

Could we know some nsfw data about Clive?

(only if you aren't repulsed by sex, Clive wants to make you feel comfortable, he'd feel so so guilty if he even touched himself to you).

A = Aftercare: aftercare is crucial for him. He'll clean you up, all while whispering sweet praises about every inch of your body that the cloth grazes- he wants to make sure you're feeling adored and cherished.

B = Body part: he loves his height (he wants to intimidate people, guess why), but his favorite? his hands, he loves watching his fingers disappear inside you, thrusting in and out with the addicting slick sound they make/ loves seeing them wrapped around your length or seeing his palm pressed against your tip, teasing in circles.

Your body parts? all of you, but he's obsessed with your lips, especially when they're all swollen from his kisses.

C = Cum: when he's alone, he tries not to make too much of a mess. But with you?? not even a drop should go to waste.

Whether it's on your skin, your lips, or somewhere more..hidden, he loves watching how it drips out of you and the sight alone drives him insane. He'll always take his time, sliding his fingers back in to push every drop where it belongs. If you swallow, expect him to pull you into a heated kiss immediately after👁️

D = Dirty Secret: he craves you so much, he keeps the smallest pieces of you, even meaningless objects such as candy wrap. He's gotten you matching bracelets (also cause he cares about you and finds it cute ofc) so he can wear it while stroking himself, just to trick his mind into thinking it's you for a second, he'll warm his hand or cool it down to match your body temperature perfectly, poor baby cums so quick if it feels too realistic.

E = Experience: he isn't experienced, and he's never been into 🌽 so..

He's so eager to please you, he'll watch your expressions carefully, studying each reaction to figure out what you like. If you grab his hand and guide him- well! he's a quick learner, or visual learner, show him :3 jk

F = Favourite Position: any that lets him see your beautiful face- everything, from your reactions, breathing, the way you arch under his touch. Loves positions where he can hold you close, missionary, mating press, having you on his lap..in fact, please use his thigh to get o- jk.

If you ever want to try something different, like backshots as an example, the mirror becomes his favorite accessory. And if you dare to look away? he'll stop immediately.

"Eyes on the mirror, you need appreciate yourself darling."

G = Goofy: Clive is serious during intimacy, any intimacy actually, but if something funny happens, he'll chuckle softly to ease any awkwardness.

H = Hair: Clive grooms himself really well, though he keeps his happy trail. If you wanted him to wax it, he wouldn't mind, but...he secretly wishes you'd kiss along it, slowly working your way down to his aching member.

I = Intimacy: what can we expect from someone who reads romance webtoons to fantasize about you? every touch, every kiss, every caress, all laced with unspoken adoration. He wants to make you feel like you're the center of his world, because you are.

J = Jack Off: forget toys, he lives for your worn shirts, clutching them close as he ruts against his pillow, or as I mentioned earlier, he will do anything to make it feel or look like your hand💀 (he even bought the same perfume or cologne as you so..)

K = Kink: as a pleasure dom (maybe), he loves overstimulating you, light bondage- and the max is..temperature play.

Though...he wouldn't say no if you were the one edging him, he worships you, his body is yours👁️

L = Location: he prefers privacy, so the bedroom, but he wouldn't mind exploring with you. Though- he'll have to cover your mouth the whole time cause duh, only he gets to hear your noises, they're meant for him anyways.

M = Motivation: It depends on you, but honestly it doesn't take much, one teasing look and he's shifting uncomfortably in his chair👁️

N = NO: ageplay, cnc, dubcon, incest ecc, anything that makes you uncomfortable.

O = Oral: LOVES giving, takes his sweet time to savor every second, turns him on SO much he actually came untouched the first time..🏃‍♀️

P = Pace: he loves to take things slow, teasing you until you're on edge, then building up the intensity.

Q = Quickie: not his first choice, but if the time calls he'd absolutely indulge, promising that he'll take care of you like you deserve later.

R = Risk: He's willing to try anything you suggest but if it involves any harm or risk towards you, it's a sharp no.

S = Stamina: Clive can go longer than you'd imagine, you reactions and your pleasure fuel him, his jaw is about to dislocate? don't care, he's isn't done with you yet.

T = Toy: he doesn't own any toys, he'll try to respect your choice if you use them but poor guy is so scared you might like them better than him, will overstimulate himself for hours inside you, just to prove you can use him instead👁️

U = Unfair: teasing is his specialty. He'll trail kisses around your neck, whispering dirty promises, only to pull back when you need more, he wants you to be vocal with your needs.

V = Volume: he's definetely vocal and expressive; whimpers, soft gasps, praises, all in the most desperate and needy tone you can imagine.

W = Wild Card: his brain gets all fuzzy, he'll try not to confess too quickly but...💀

X = X-Ray: we've seen the image of his torso...and the other image..i had on my patreon....(i'll redraw it today cause hell no, don't join yet💀)

Y = Yearning: the more connected he feels to you, the more craves intimacy, it doesn't have to be sexual, just touch him :(

Z = ZZZ: he stays up watching you, brushing his fingers against your skin. Once he's sure you're safe and comfortable, he'll let himself drift to sleep.

[webslingingslasher]

Not to be annoying but I rlly hope u write some kind of blurb for the jealous frat!Peter when someone flirts w reader after they are officially boyfriend girlfriend bc u wanna assess what kind of relationship they'll have after all the emotional trauma and angstttttt (idk if u got my first ask though)

*cleaning out my inbox*

kisses scattered across your face woke you up, hair tickled your nose, and you showed you were awake by lightly pushing on peter’s shoulder. it's just too early.

'can't snooze me, trouble. you're the one that told me to wake you up.' another round of kisses, your wake up call isn't that terrible. 'c'mon, up and at 'em. you've got a midterm to study for, leslie's waiting for you.'

his reasoning doesn't make you move any quicker, it was on leslie for choosing saturday morning as peak study time. you weren't even able to hang at the party last night, instead you hunkered down in peter's room and lightly woke when he crawled into bed around one to tug you into his side.

'it's so early.' peter pouts against your cheek, 'you'll survive. you've been putting in overtime this week. i swear that you've hung out with leslie everyday.' it's true, and like peter said before your first study session 'you'll feel your brain grow, super proud of you.' there's no question you'll ace the midterm.

'promise me you'll let me sleep in tomorrow?' a flurry of kisses, you savor them, you know it's the last attack of the day. 'you got it.'

---

peter thought you could use a little pick me up, so, he gladly walked into the library doors with your favorite fast food. it might've been slightly selfish, because he knows he just won himself some brownie points.

it took him a minute, but he found you. back in the study section, lightly kicking your feet under the table. you were nodding your head while chewing on the end of your pen, peter's heart picked up; he couldn't wait to see the look on your face.

you laugh, he smiles. peter moves around a bookcase and comes to a sudden stop. sitting right next to you, was a guy. he had your total attention, no other sign of people around you, peter couldn't even try to pretend it had turned into a last minute group session.

peter finds it hard to swallow, it's not that you're not allowed to hang out with guys, it's the fact that you lied about it. was there ever a leslie, or was it code for this guy the whole time?

the answer will be in your reaction, and he's about to catch you. you don't see him coming, your eyes flash to the bag on the table then to the hand setting it down. you almost burst at the seams, a surprise visit and your favorite food.

'peter!' you wince at your tone, a nasty look from the table next to you gets a silent apology. 'what are you doing here?' you're already digging through the bag, you miss the inspection he's doing on your study partner. you also miss the way he's avoiding peter's eyes.

'just wanted to say hi,' you chew on a fry and hold your mouth closed while you pucker, a chaste kiss. 'hi.' you swallow and tap on the arm next to you, peter follows the motion closely. 'have you met peter yet?'

'uh, no.' he scoots closer to the table, you shrug and look up at peter. he has his focus on leslie, it seems more intimidating than friendly. when your study buddy looks to you for help, peter loses it.

'trouble? wanna come talk to me for a minute?' you frown, your fries are at the perfect temperature. 'but, you-' the look in peter's eyes tells you he isn't playing, a sense of urgency has you scooting your chair back.

the second you're ducked behind a shelf, it spits out. 'who the fuck is that?' peter's tone has you drawing your head back, it's sudden and aggressive. 'who, leslie?' he laughs, 'nice try, who is he?'

it feels accusatory, you take a slight step back. 'that's leslie, peter.' he snorts, 'and you left out the fact he's a guy?' the reason for his sudden change makes you feel dirty, you don't like how he's directing his words.

'i didn't feel like it had to be spesified.' peter nods sarcastically, 'so i tell you i'm hanging out with... jordan, and i've been around them for hours a day, for the entire week then you find out it's a chick and you wouldn't mind? not even a little bit?'

'it depends on what you're doing with her.' a dry laugh, 'you knew exactly what the fuck you were doing with that name shit. don't stand here and tell me i'm the idiot.'

he's making you feel sad, you don't understand how peter could think of you like that. 'i don't understand why you're so upset.' peter tugs at his snapback, scratching at his curls, he replaces it.

'because you're my fucking girlfriend.'

your arms cross, 'so i can no longer hang out with any other guy?' maybe you were being a little difficult, but he's the one that implied you were cheating, or at the very least capable of it.

'jesus christ, that's what you jump to? no, honey-' the name sounded sour, '-it's the fact that you knew i'd think he was a girl and you didn't try to change that.'

'i don't see why it matters.' peter feels like he's talking in circles and he really wants to break from the conversation because he can feel his frustration building, he's about to start saying things he'll regret.

'it doesn't!' you pull on his arm with wide eyes, your head spins to look around. peter brings himself to a whisper shout, 'it doesn't fucking matter, but it starts to matter when you lie to me.'

'don't make it seem like i'm cheating on you.' you tried to ease him down, like the two had nothing in common. it was the wrong choice of words, a fire blazed in peter's eyes. you stepped back when peter pointed a finger at you, for once, he's making you feel really small.

'you're the one who brought up cheating. go back to your fucking friend, i'm done.'

you try to grab onto his wrist, but peter shakes you off like you're nothing. 'peter,' he has no interest in what you have to say, you can't follow him, he's too quick. 'peter!'

when he's out of sight you look down at the ground and sigh. peter was right, you knew what you were doing by alluding to the fact leslie was a girl. and peter doesn't care when you hang out with other guys, but because you left that part out, you've been lying by omission and it makes everything seem worse than it is.

you just don't know what he meant by 'i'm done,' and you really hope it just pertains to the conversation. either way, you shuffle back to your table with a tail between your legs and hope to god peter would let you apologize.

---

gentle knocks at the frat door, you were scared that if you gave peter a heads up, he'd bolt.

'uh oh, you're in trouble.' ethan has a smug look, it tells you that he's been preparing for you to show up. 'how much?' you need to know your chances before you can think of your plea bargain.

ethan wavers, 'he was... upset.' you hold your face between your hands as you slide in, mumbling out a 'fuck,' before building confidence to move up the stairs.

you lightly tap on your boyfriend's door, when there's no response you slowly twist the door knob. peter's lying on his bed, ankles crossed while a book covers his face.

'peter?' the door clicks shut. you timidly step forward, 'petey?' nothing from him, just a slight adjustment and he's back to reading. 'did we break up?'

the book drops, you're looking right at him. 'no, we didn't break up.' you can breathe a little bit better even if he went back to glaring at words, the main anxiety was flushed. 'okay, good.' you reach the end of his bed, rubbing at his shin you try to soften him up.

'i love you.' peter has a very unimpressed glance when you capture his total attention by taking a seat, pushing into his thighs. 'i don't know why i didn't tell you leslie was a guy, i mean, i honestly forgot but when you started saying she... i didn't correct you.' your fingers twiddle with the band of his watch, 'and i don't know why, i guess i wasn't thinking about it like that. but yeah, i'd feel a bit cheated if you did the same to me.'

'you keep saying cheat.'

cheating is almost number one in things you should never do to your partner, but for some reason, it really hits something in peter. just saying the word, out of context, has him pulling from your touch.

'peter, c'mon, stop it. you know what i mean. i'd never, ever cheat on you. i love you too much. i was on the spot and i thought you were implying i was cheating, and i was trying to say i wasn't cheating but then i think you took that as a guilty conscious coming forward and admitting i was cheat-'

'please stop saying cheating. please.'

you hold your mouth shut, a sheepish look crosses over your face. 'sorry.' it comes out as a mumble, it's an uncomfortable silence. you don't really know what to say, or do. you smash repetitive clicks on the side button of peter's watch, when you take a peek, he's watching your hands.

you're really trying, but you need to wash away any idea of it from his head. 'it's just that i never want you to think i'm cheating-' you're shocked into silence when peter rips his arm from you.

'fucking quit it with the cheating, trouble.' you open and close your mouth like a guppy, nothing sounds right. 'i know you don't like it, but i just need you to know that me hiding that leslie was a guy didn't mean i was trying to-'

'say cheat one more time, i fucking dare you.'

you stay silent. 'i don't know how to fix it, peter. i'm sorry i lied, and i’m sorry i keep saying the 'c' word.' you jump at peter's stage claps, you never knew how sarcastic a noise could sound.

'there we go! that was hard, huh?' it leaves a bad taste in your mouth, you frown at him. 'you don't need to be so condescending.' peter snorts, 'and you don't need to be lying about girls who are guys that wanna fuck you.'

you freeze on the spot, pushing the words out like they'll make you puke if you think too hard about them. 'leslie doesn't want to fuck me.' peter nudges your back with his knee, 'you're cute.'

you shake your head, 'i mean it. he knows you're my boyfriend, i talk about you all the time.'

'that's so cute, you're so cute.' you push his arm, 'i mean it, peter! i promise he wants nothing to do with me, he even told me he likes someone else.'

peter plays along for the sake of it, 'oh, yeah? he does? let me guess... it's someone you know.' you light up, 'yes! he wouldn't tell me if we were friends, but he said i know her!'

'right, right. and she's super pretty, right? maybe a little outgoing?' it's impressing how well peter knows this. 'yes-' peter keeps going, 'maybe intimidating because she'd never notice him? and how she might not be into a guy like him?'

peter's ticked every single box; your eyebrows furrow, a supercut of every moment you've had with your study partner runs through your mind. you see where you've been dumb on hints, and how you very much are... the girl you know.

'and that might be because she...' you fill in the blanks with shame, 'has a boyfriend.' it's muttered in a deep tone, pitch mocking peter's next words.

a brew of frustration, not on peter, but on men in general. you can't even study without being hunted? and why the fuck does peter know the game so well?

'this is bullshit! what the fuck is your problem?' you stand and glare down at peter, demanding him to answer on behalf of the world's male population. peter holds a hand on his chest, 'what the fuck is my problem? i don't know, what did i do?'

'you!' you point at him, again, a placeholder for all feminine rage. 'you fucking- you're a... you're a man and you suck and why am i constantly fucking sexualized? all i wanted-' you suck in for air, you don't know why you feel a lump in your throat, is this something really worth crying over? yes.

'all i wanted was a friend.' no tears, you're full of anger again. who does that to a person? 'and the whole time i'm being baited? i just wanted to pass my fucking class, peter! i wanted to do it without your help and the second i don't have a fucking man tied to my hip, i'm being plotted against?'

'trouble,' peter's heart hurts and you can hear it.

'no! it's so unfair, and it's unfair that you'll never understand it. it's unfair that i have to live my entire life afraid of what's behind my shoulder. it's unfair that i can't be left alone. even when i make it clear i already have the person i want. it's just-'

you sink next to peter, he sits up to hug you. 'unfair. it's really, really unfair and i'm sorry i can't relate or understand. i'm sorry you thought you had a friend, i'm sorry you feel like you can't relax, and i'm sorry i rubbed it in your face.'

he did rub it in your face.

'you have plenty of guy friends with good intentions that would do anything to keep you out of harm's way. that includes calling out other guys that may not have them, but i could've been nicer. i'm sorry i'm just a man sometimes. i'll work on it, i promise.'

you melt into his touch, peter is very much just a man sometimes. but he's your man and always good at calling himself out when he needs it. 'is that why you thought i cheated on you?'

'the next time you say cheat, you owe me twenty bucks.' you ignore the quip, 'is it?'

peter scoffs as he rubs your back. 'i didn't think you were cheating, trouble. i was upset that my girlfriend was lying about who she was hanging out with.' a slew of kisses to your hairline follow.

'and maybe a little jealous.' you laugh, there's nothing for him to be jealous over, but he's super serious and pulls away to cup your face so you're looking right at him. 

'because you're my baby, and i need it to stay that way.'

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ink & innocence - 8

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Aspen didn't expect to feel his warm, plush lips on hers. The cool of his lip ring contrasted the sweet feeling. It was like magic, she swore of it. She swore she could feel the fireworks authors mentioned in books, she could feel his warmth radiating into hers. Before the girl could give in fully to the kiss, Harry pulled his face back.

"I'm sorry. I should've asked." Harry kept his long ring-clad fingers cupped over her jaw, his thumbs mindlessly brushing at her skin. It was such an unfamiliar gesture for Aspen—so soft, so tender—but Harry wasn’t too sorry. The truth was, he hadn’t realized how badly he wanted to kiss her until it had already happened like something subconscious had snapped in him. For all the guilt and anger he had carried toward himself, kissing Aspen didn’t feel wrong. It felt grounding. A calmness settled over him that he hadn’t realized he’d been searching for.

Aspen’s thin fingers reached up to curl around both of his wrists, her touch so hesitant and delicate, but not to pull him away. A hot blush crept up her neck and spread like a rosy fire on her cheeks, burning with both embarrassment and awe.

"I," she squeaked, her brown eyes darting across his features, wide and overwhelmed. God, she was so embarrassed. Her first kiss— her first kiss— was with him. Harry Styles. Hot-headed, intimidating Harry Styles who everyone said had no softness to him, and yet here he was, his hands on her cheeks like she was precious, like she might shatter if he let go. Her chest felt like it might burst as her gaze flickered to his lips, parted slightly like he might speak or— she hoped— kiss her again.

"I've never," Aspen mumbled off, her voice cracking. She hoped he’d catch her meaning because there was no way she could finish the sentence without wanting to crawl under the earth.

A small grin tugged at the corner of Harry’s lips. "You've never wha'? Had y'first kiss?" His voice was soft, teasing in a way that wasn’t cruel, and yet it made her stomach twist in nervous knots. Aspen nodded shyly. Harry felt a strange, almost primal pride swell in his chest. Of course she hadn’t. A brooding feeling of ego mixed with an odd protectiveness coursed through him. There was something about being the first, specifically Aspen's first, that felt significant. He wasn’t the sort of man to care about such things, and yet with her… it mattered.

"Can... Can I kiss you again?" Harry asked, his voice carrying more forward confidence now, though he made sure to keep his tone gentle. He didn’t want to spook her, not after she’d let him kiss her once. It mattered to him, inexplicably, that she wanted him to do it again.

Aspen’s heart stammered in her chest. His question swirled around her mind like the most delicate of touches, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She nodded again, but this time Harry wasn’t letting her off so easy.

"Words, baby."

Baby.

Her stomach plummeted and her face flared with so much heat she thought she might combust. No one had ever called her that before— certainly not Harry. It rolled off his tongue so naturally, so easily, and yet it hit her like a train. She swallowed tightly, her mouth suddenly dry.

"I want you to kiss me, Harry," she whispered, her voice betraying her with its nervous, shaky tone. "I just… I don’t… know how?" Her last words squeaked out, and Aspen swore the ground would open up and swallow her whole. She was positive she was going to ruin it. Harry had kissed other girls before, probably a lot, and she had to be terrible at this.

But Harry only laughed, a soft chuckle that carried no mockery, no cruelty. It was… gentle. Kind. Like he was amused by her innocence but also endeared by it. His thumb brushed along her bottom lip, featherlight and soothing.

"Jus' try to follow my lead. Do what feels right, okay? There's no wrong answer. When I move, you move. It's simple, you'll do perfect." His voice was low and warm, so comforting that she almost believed him. Almost.

"O-Okay," Aspen whispered, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she prepared for the moment. Time slowed again, and she was absolutely convinced this was more dramatic than it should be, but it didn’t feel small. Not at all. It felt monumental. Just… kiss him.

And then she did.

Harry’s lips met hers again, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth before shifting into something more. Aspen’s breath hitched as she tried to follow his lead, her lips clumsy at first but so eager, so earnest, that Harry couldn’t help but smile against her. He moved slowly, carefully, like he was coaxing her into it. His lips brushed over hers in a fluid motion, a silent promise that it was okay, that he wouldn’t rush her. Aspen’s fingers slid down to his forearms, timid at first before settling there like she was afraid to let go. Harry angled his head slightly, just enough to deepen the kiss, and Aspen’s heart pounded as she melted into it. The tension in her body eased as her lips began to move with him naturally.

That small shift—that little motion of him pulling her deeper into the kiss—made her ache. She didn’t even know what she was aching for. She just knew she loved the way his lips felt on hers, the way her body leaned toward his without thinking, the way every other thought melted away. Kissing Harry felt like being wrapped in warmth and light, like standing in the sun on a cool day.

By the time he finally pulled back, Aspen’s chest rose and fell with quick, uneven breaths. Harry’s forehead rested against hers for a moment, his hands still holding her jaw like he didn’t want to let go. Her eyes fluttered open only to meet Harry's already looking back at her. 

“Y’did good,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff, like the words were for her ears only.

Aspen blinked up at him, her lips still tingling. “I… I liked that.” It came out as a whisper, almost like a confession, and Harry smiled, a real smile this time.

“Yeah? Me too. If I didn't need t'breathe, I wouldn't have stopped.” To that, they both chuckled breathlessly. 

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The walk back to the RV was quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Aspen still felt the faint blush on her cheeks, and Harry kept his hands stuffed into his pockets, the tip of his boot kicking at a loose rock here and there. When they finally reached the others, Harry swung open the door, letting her step inside first before following behind her.

The RV was warm, filled with the smell of leftover snacks and the faint sound of a song playing from someone’s speaker. Zayn looked up from the driver’s seat where he was adjusting the mirrors, shooting Harry a look. “Took your time, didn’t ya? Thought you fell in.”

Harry ignored him, moving toward the back of the RV where the others were lounging. Aspen slipped into one of the bench seats quietly, her book clutched to her chest like a shield. Harry sat next to her, his legs stretching out into the narrow aisle. The RV rumbled to life as Zayn started the engine, and the quiet hum of the road filled the space.

Their knees bumped softly every now and then—just enough to make Aspen’s heart skip and her hands grip her book a little tighter. Harry didn’t move away, though. If anything, it seemed like he did it on purpose sometimes. Isobel, who had been lounging nearby, raised a brow at the two of them but didn’t say anything. After a moment, she stood up, brushing her hands on her jeans. “I’ll go keep Zayn company.”

As she disappeared to the front, Kirsten mumbled something about being tired and crawled into the far-back bunk, leaving Aspen and Harry alone in the dim cabin. Harry leaned back in his seat, his green eyes flickering toward her.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his tone flat but not unkind.

Aspen nodded quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah.” She paused. “Are you?”

Harry’s lips twitched faintly, like he might smile. “Yeah. I am.”

And for the first time, he realized he meant it.

The hum of the RV blended with the soft rattle of the windows as the road stretched beneath them. The cabin fell into a quiet stillness, but it wasn’t tense—it was the kind of silence that felt settled, unspoken words lingering but not pressing. Aspen shifted in her seat, her book still clutched in her hands like a lifeline, though she wasn’t reading anymore. The events of the evening replayed in her mind on an endless loop. Harry kissing her. Twice. The way his lips had felt—soft yet firm, gentle yet deliberate—as if he’d been balancing between patience and urgency. Her heart fluttered every time the memory resurfaced, and she had to remind herself to breathe.

But Harry? He didn’t look half as flustered. He lounged back against the seat, arms crossed, looking so effortlessly calm it nearly annoyed her. How was he so unaffected when her nerves still buzzed from the lingering feeling of his lips on hers? His eyes, however, gave him away. Every so often, they’d flick toward her—not in a sharp or obvious way, but in little glances like he was trying to figure something out. Like he was studying her when he thought she wasn’t looking.

It was Harry who broke the silence.

Without warning, he reached over, snatching the book from her hands. “What’s this?” His voice carried an air of casual curiosity, but there was mischief under it, a flicker of that familiar Harry who seemed to enjoy getting under people’s skin.

“Hey!” Aspen huffed, her hands scrambling to grab it back, but he leaned back further, holding it just out of reach. “Harry, give it back! I was reading that!”

He smirked, his dimples faintly making an appearance as he turned the book over in his hands, flipping through the pages lazily. “What’s the book about? Is it any good?” His thumb ran along the edge of the pages, fanning them as he skimmed over the back cover.

“It’s mine,” Aspen protested, leaning toward him and trying to snatch it, though her reach was far too short. Harry didn’t move much—he just tilted the book out of her grasp, clearly entertained by how flustered she was getting. “And yes, it’s good. Really good. It’s not some dumb story, so don’t—don’t mess it up!”

Harry let out a low chuckle, one that seemed to rumble from deep in his chest. “Relax, I’m not rippin’ the thing apart. What’s it about then?” His green eyes lifted to meet hers, lingering a little too long, like he wanted to see how she’d react.

Aspen frowned, still leaning toward him but now too flustered to do much about it. She sat back with a frustrated huff, folding her arms across her chest. “It’s… a love story,” she admitted quietly, though the words felt embarrassing coming out of her mouth. It wasn’t like she hadn’t read love stories before—she adored them—but saying it to Harry Styles after what had just happened felt like a humiliating admission.

Harry raised a brow, clearly amused. “A love story, huh?” He looked back at the book in his hands, flipping through a few more pages. “What, like some cheesy romance where the guy’s a prince or somethin’?”

“No!” Aspen snapped defensively, her cheeks turning pink. “It’s not cheesy. It’s about two people who are… complicated.” Her voice grew quieter as she tried to explain, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. “They don’t really understand themselves, or each other, at first. But they… help each other in a way no one else does.” Her eyes darted to the window, focusing on the blurred landscape outside as she mumbled, “It’s more about them figuring out who they are.”

Harry’s grin softened as she spoke. He hadn’t expected such a thoughtful answer, though maybe he should have. Aspen always seemed to have more layers to her than she let on. “That so?” he asked, his voice quieter now, his teasing edge giving way to something else—something gentler.

“Yes,” she said, looking back at him with narrowed eyes. “And you wouldn’t get it, anyway. You don’t even like reading.”

Harry huffed a short laugh, shaking his head. “You don’t know that.”

“Do you?”

“Well… no,” Harry admitted, his lips curving into a grin again. “But maybe I’ll give it a shot someday.”

Aspen blinked, surprised. “You’d actually read it?”

He shrugged, holding the book out to her finally. “Maybe, if it’s that good.”

Aspen took the book back carefully, her fingers brushing against his as she did. The small contact sent a jolt through her, and she quickly pulled the book to her chest, hugging it like she could shield herself from the blush threatening to bloom again. “Well… you should.”

Harry didn’t say anything to that, but the faint smile playing on his lips didn’t fade. He sat back again, stretching out his legs, and Aspen swore she could still feel the warmth of his touch on her fingertips.

For a while, they didn’t speak. Zayn’s music drifted faintly from the front of the RV, and the steady motion of the vehicle made the air feel heavier, sleepier. Aspen turned her gaze back to her book, though the words on the page blurred together. She was too aware of Harry sitting next to her, too aware of the occasional bump of his knee against hers—subtle, but enough to make her heart stammer each time.

Isobel glanced back at them once, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. Aspen stiffened, looking down at her lap like she could will herself invisible. Harry, however, didn’t react. He just leaned his head back against the seat, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his thigh like he was completely unfazed. After a moment, Isobel stood, muttering something about keeping Zayn company.

As she disappeared to the front, Kirsten groaned softly, shifting in the far-back bunk. “I’m going to bed. Don’t wake me up for anything.”

“Noted,” Harry called back, though his tone was flat, like he couldn’t care less.

Kirsten grumbled something under her breath before turning over, leaving Aspen and Harry alone again. The soft hum of the RV filled the space once more, punctuated only by the occasional crackle of gravel beneath the tires.

Harry’s knee brushed against hers again, just barely, and Aspen’s breath hitched. She glanced up at him nervously, but he was still sitting there, head tilted back, his eyes half-closed like he was on the verge of dozing off. But Aspen wasn’t so sure—there was a softness in his expression that she hadn’t seen before, like the walls he usually kept up had lowered just enough to let her glimpse something real.

Her gaze lingered on him longer than it should have, and she quickly looked back down at her book, though she wasn’t reading. Her mind was spinning, her chest was tight, and her heart… well, her heart was starting to feel like it might belong to him, whether she wanted it to or not.

Aspen took note of his sleepy state, his head tilted back lazily against the seat, his breathing growing softer. She glanced back toward the empty bench across from them and then back to Harry, a small huff escaping her lips. He looked so uncomfortable, his neck bent at an odd angle, yet he didn’t seem to care.

Finally, she spoke up, her voice gentle but clear. “Do you want a pillow?”

Harry cracked one eye open, his gaze heavy-lidded and soft, like it was an effort just to look at her. “Hm?” His head turned slightly toward her, though it still rested against the seat. “Sure, why not.”

Aspen nodded, trying not to overthink the fact that he was accepting her help. She placed her book down carefully, leaving her fingers tucked between the pages to hold her spot, and stood up. With small, quiet steps, she moved toward the far back bunk where her things were, careful not to wake Kirsten. Pulling her pillow out of her bunk, a soft, cream-colored one that still smelled faintly like her shampoo and perfume, she turned back and made her way to Harry.

He cracked both eyes open this time, lazily watching as she held the pillow out to him. “Here,” she said softly, almost shyly.

Harry blinked slowly, his eyes flicking from the pillow to her face. For a moment, she thought he was going to say something, maybe tease her for fussing over him, but instead, he just gave a tired smile—one of those rare, unguarded smiles that softened his usual sharp edges. “Thanks,” he murmured, his voice low and scratchy from exhaustion.

He shifted slightly to get more comfortable as Aspen sat back down in her seat, feeling oddly warm from the simple interaction. Harry held the pillow for a moment, looking at it as though he was debating how to use it, before tucking it behind his head. A contented sigh escaped him as he leaned back, and Aspen swore she caught a glimpse of his dimples again before his eyes fluttered shut.

The RV’s gentle hum filled the space once more, punctuated by the rhythmic rumble of tires against the pavement. Aspen watched Harry for a few seconds longer than she meant to, noting how peaceful he looked now, so different from the guarded, brooding boy she had grown accustomed to. His lips were slightly parted, his long lashes casting faint shadows against his cheekbones. Something about seeing him like this, relaxed and unbothered, made her chest ache with a feeling she couldn’t quite name.

Tearing her gaze away, Aspen picked up her book again, flipping it open to where her fingers held her place. She leaned back into her seat and tried to focus on the words, though it took a few attempts before the sentences began to make sense. The stillness of the RV and the soft weight of the evening finally settled into her, and, surprisingly, it wasn’t long before she felt herself relaxing as well.

The occasional bump of the road made the RV sway gently, a motion that might have been jarring earlier but now felt oddly soothing. She lost herself in the story, her fingers curling around the edge of the pages as the characters pulled her in. For the first time in hours, her mind felt still— no more replaying of Harry’s kiss or her awkward responses, no more overthinking every glance or word exchanged. It was just her and the book.

Until she glanced up.

Harry had shifted at some point. Instead of leaning back against the bench, he had turned slightly, curling his tall frame in on itself. He looked more comfortable now. Her pillow—her pillow—was now hugged tightly against his chest, one arm slung lazily over it as his breathing remained slow and deep. Aspen’s eyes widened slightly as she stared, her book momentarily forgotten. He looked different like this, so vulnerable and… soft. She’d been using that pillow for days, and now there he was, tangled up with it like it was his favorite thing in the world.

A nervous laugh bubbled in her throat, but she swallowed it down, pressing her lips together as she shifted her gaze back to the page in front of her. She couldn’t explain why the sight made her cheeks feel warm again or why it made her heart flutter in a way she didn’t want to think about. Harry didn’t know it was her pillow, she told herself. It didn’t mean anything.

And yet, every time her eyes strayed from her book, they found him again— his fingers curled faintly into the soft material, the faint rise and fall of his chest as he slept, and the peaceful expression on his face.

Aspen let out a quiet sigh, shaking her head to herself. “You’re ridiculous,” she whispered under her breath, though she wasn’t sure if she was talking to Harry or herself.

Turning back to her book, she forced herself to focus, though now there was a small, secret smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Harry might be impossible to understand, but in this moment, with him curled up like that and snoring ever so softly, she found herself thinking that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t so impossible after all.

That night when they got home and everyone scattered to their own homes, Aspen found herself holding that particular pillow between her arms and her nose pressed into the scent. She was sure that all she needed was the flannel off his back and she could fall asleep thinking it was him.

Her eyes shot open. The girls eyes scanned around her room as if anyone could hear or even see her. Another flicker of shy embarrassment hit her, but she refused to part ways with the plush pillow that smelled faintly like Harry. Their kiss replayed in her head about a hundred times before she drifted off to a peaceful sleep. 

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Harry was back to his usual schedule the following week. Wake up, go to work, fill out paperwork, get ticked off by Niall or Zayn or both, and come home. 

He would be lying if he said he didn't still think about the kiss he shared with Aspen. The thing with Harry was he never took himself for a kissing kind of guy. Sure, he'd go down on plenty of women and kiss them there, but he tried to avoid unnecessary kissing during his antics. But it was different with Aspen. For the first time in a longgg time, he wanted to kiss someone and that someone happened to be her.

The metal lip ring tucked between his teeth while the machine buzzed between his hand. 

"Is this the biggest piece you've ever done?" the girl on his table spoke up. She had been working with Harry for the past few weeks on completing her thigh piece. He brushed the dry towel over the ink to wipe the skin clean, and she winced.

Harry's eyes flicked up to the woman's face which was scrunched in pain before he returned to the intricate work on the skin. "No, it's not." His answer was vague and bland, and he showed no interest because well-- he wasn't interested. Harry could feel the way she faltered. Usually, he would be slightly more talkative with his clients but the burning edge of whatever he felt kept him quiet. Maybe it was the fact that he filled in another page of Aspen in his sketchbook instead of working on finishing the design he was tattooing now. He eventually got to it, finishing the sketch ten minutes before his appointment started.

Before she could open her mouth to utter another word, Harry sat up and turned the machine off, setting the gun down. "All done. How's it look?" He was listening, he promised he was, but her voice just dulled down into the background noise of the shop. He knew it was good, there was no reason for it to not be. The nitrile gloves snapped off his skin as he rolled back in his chair and stood to his tall figure. "Niall will come over and check it out, give you the proper wrap and care. Feel free to come back if anything happens." Harry was already turned around and walking off before she could thank him.

It had been almost a whole week without seeing Aspen. His brows furrowed to his inner thoughts while he rinsed the suds off his hands, yanking out the white towel from the dispenser to dry his hands. 

The front door chimed. Ding. The metal door closed the space of air. 

"Hey!," he heard Zayn's voice from the front. It was probably someone checking for their availability or wanting a piercing. He sighed, reaching for the box of black nitrile gloves again. He loved his job, don't get him wrong, but man he could hate it sometimes. Piercings were quick though. Clean, mark, pierce and send them off with proper care instructions. It would merely take ten minutes. But a certain voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Hi hi," the voice chirped. "Iz meant to bring you your keys earlier this afternoon, but she took an earlier shift so I thought I'd run them down for you!" 

It was undoubtedly Aspen. The smile that tugged on the corner of his lips disappeared just as fast as it came. His heavy boots scruffed against the tile floor, making his way from the back of the shop to the front. 

"Do you have a few spare minutes? I can show you around!" Aspen nodded and clasped her hands in excitement at Zayn's kind offer. 

"I'll do it. You have a client." Harry's voice made them both jump. He had rounded the corner and stood for however long. He wasn't exactly lying but he wasn't exactly being truthful either. The next person Zayn had to take would be in half an hour but Harry was sure he'd find something better to do.

"Oh," Aspen looked between them both and another smile spread on her face, "yeah, sure! Thank you." 

She had been wanting to see the shop for the longest time since she heard Isobel rave about it many ages ago. The decor, the music, the open book of tattoo designs they've already done. Her eyes caught glimpse of the red accent wall the moment she walked in, which had three huge art pieces that Zayn painted and was kind enough to donate to the shop. It was very... them.

Harry stepped away from the counter, nodding toward Aspen with a simple tilt of his head, silently motioning for her to follow. His heavy boots echoed across the shop's tile floor, each step confident and measured as he led the way. Aspen trailed behind, her fingers nervously toying with the strap of her tote bag. Her eyes darted around, taking in every detail— the moody lighting that gave the space a quiet edge, the faint hum of music bleeding softly from hidden speakers, the gleaming tattoo chairs, and the array of intricate sketches pinned to corkboards on the walls.

She lingered for just a second too long when they passed a framed photograph on the wall—a black-and-white shot of Zayn and Harry, both mid-laugh, sitting with ink-stained gloves and tattoo machines in hand. Harry caught her pause and slowed, looking over his shoulder.

"Taken right after Zayn decided to stab me with a needle during a tattoo," Harry said flatly, though there was a hint of humor in his voice. "Thought it'd be funny to mess up a line on my arm. I nearly killed him for it."

Aspen blinked up at him, startled. “He didn’t actually—?”

Harry huffed out a quiet laugh, his lip ring glinting in the low light as he smirked. “No. But I wouldn’t put it past him if he was having a bad day.” He tilted his chin toward the picture. “That’s just the kind of guy he is.”

Aspen smiled faintly, moving along with him as he gestured toward a row of tattoo chairs that sat perfectly aligned against one wall. “This is where we handle the real work. It’s not as glamorous as some people think,” Harry continued, his voice slipping into something a bit softer, less clipped. “People come in expecting some spiritual experience when they get tattooed, but mostly it’s just a lot of swearing, sweating, and people trying not to cry.”

Aspen let out a tiny, surprised laugh, though she quickly covered her mouth, looking embarrassed. Harry glanced down at her, something flickering in his green eyes at the sound of her quiet amusement—something that softened the sharp edge of his usual expression.

“You think I’m joking, but I’m not,” Harry added, stepping closer to one of the chairs and thumbing the worn armrest. “Last week, a grown man nearly passed out 'cause I had t'touch up a line on his wrist. His wrist, Aspen.”

“I—I believe you,” Aspen murmured, her lips twitching into a hesitant smile. She tried to keep her gaze focused on the chairs, the scattered ink bottles nearby, and the small machines resting neatly on stainless steel trays. Still, it was hard to ignore Harry’s presence, the way he seemed to take up so much space without trying.

After a moment, he moved on, leading her toward a set of framed sketches hanging above a counter stacked with ink bottles. Aspen’s eyes widened as she approached, taking in the detail of the pieces. The art varied— some designs were elegant and flowing, like something out of a fantasy novel, while others were sharp, edgy, and dark. Harry stood quietly beside her, his arms crossing loosely over his chest as he watched her reaction.

“These are incredible,” Aspen breathed, leaning in closer to inspect one. “Who drew all of these?”

Harry shifted, his gaze falling to the art. “Zayn did a few. The rest are mine.”

Aspen’s head whipped around, her expression a mix of awe and disbelief. “Yours?”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching again. “That so hard t'believe?”

“No! I mean, I just—.” Aspen stumbled over her words, her cheeks turning red. “They’re just really good. Like... really good. I didn’t know you could draw like this.”

Harry shrugged, though the faintest bit of color rose in his neck, barely noticeable beneath the tattoos that crawled up from his collar. “Been drawing m'whole life. Just something t'do when I needed t'get out 'f my head.”

Aspen’s eyes lingered on a sketch of a fox curled up under a crescent moon, its tail swirled elegantly around its body. There was something delicate about it, which surprised her—it didn’t quite match the brash, intimidating man standing next to her.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Harry glanced at her sideways, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his face. He said nothing, though his lips pressed into a thin line as he tilted his head toward the hallway leading to the back.

“C’mon,” he murmured. “One more stop.”

Aspen followed him down the short hall, the sound of her sneakers soft against the tile compared to the steady thunk of his boots. He stopped in front of a black door at the very end, his tattooed hand reaching for the handle. Instead of immediately pushing it open, Harry paused, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

“It’s nothin' special,” he said, almost as if he were trying to lower her expectations. “Jus' my office. Mostly just a place for paperwork and sketching.”

With that, he opened the door and stepped back, holding it open for her to walk inside. Aspen hesitated for half a second before stepping past him, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air as she did.

The office was small and dimly lit, though a warm lamp in the corner gave the space a cozy glow. A cluttered desk sat against one wall, papers scattered haphazardly alongside a laptop and an open sketchbook. A worn leather couch stretched against the opposite side of the room, and shelves lined the walls, holding art supplies, ink bottles, and small trinkets. The space was unmistakably his— equal parts chaos and creativity, with a quiet charm Aspen hadn’t expected.

She lingered near the door, her gaze falling on the sketchbook resting open on the desk. She could see the faint outlines of a design, though she couldn’t make out the details from where she stood. 

“Is this where you draw?” she asked softly, her voice tentative.

Harry stepped in after her, letting the door click shut behind him. “Sometimes. Depends on the day.” Harry shuffled over to his desk and flipped the book closed, his eyes making sure she didn't see herself on the page, but she was already busy looking around.

Aspen’s fingers fidgeted with the strap of her bag again, her gaze darting around the room. She didn’t know what to say, but Harry didn’t seem to mind the silence. He leaned back against the edge of his desk, watching her as she took it all in.

“Y’don’t have to stand by the door, y’know,” he said after a moment, his voice softer now. “I don’t bite.”

Aspen looked up at him, startled before a tiny, shy smile tugged at her lips. “I didn’t think you did.”

Harry smirked faintly, though there was no teasing in his expression this time. He just watched her, this quiet girl standing in his space, surrounded by his mess, who seemed entirely out of place yet somehow perfectly fine being there. For reasons he couldn’t quite pin down, it didn’t bother him. Usually, the presence of anyone else ticked him off, made him feel too crowded.

“Y’like the shop?” he asked finally, breaking the silence.

Aspen nodded, her smile lingering. “Yeah. It’s really... cool. It suits you.”

Harry blinked at that, taken aback by the sincerity in her voice. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected her to say, but somehow, her quiet compliment settled deep in his chest, in a way he didn’t entirely understand.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, glancing down at his hands before looking back at her. “Means more than y’think.”

Aspen’s cheeks turned pink again, but she didn’t look away this time. For once, the silence that settled between them didn’t feel awkward or heavy— it felt comfortable. Safe, even.

Harry broke the silence with a small breath. "Can I kiss you again?"

A new heat that was all too familiar crept up to her rosy cheeks again. She swore she could cry from relief. After their kiss and after they got out of the RV, she didn't see much of Harry. The girl worried herself into thinking he didn't want to kiss her anymore, that it was a one-time thing he needed to get off his chest. 

Before she could speak, Harry had already pushed his tall figure off the desk and took a step forward. She felt his lingering gaze and just as she was about to shy down, she realized she didn't even answer him. He was waiting for approval. A shy nod followed by a squeak of 'yes' made Harry continue his route to her. 

The man inhaled deep through his nose, letting it rumble out as his hands gently rested on Aspen's waist. His thumb caressed over the clothed skin. He was taller than her, much taller, she now realized. The girl lifted herself onto her tippytoes with a shy realization, only to have Harry plant her back down on the floor. "I've got it. You just... stay there. 'S perfect."

Aspen couldn't help the shy, nervous giggle that came from her lips before they met with Harry's perfect ones. This time felt more natural than the last. She knew what to do and how to do it. Her frail fingers came to rest on his broad shoulders. Aspen suppressed a gasp when she realized how structured he was, his shoulders firm, and Aspen could feel the ridges of his built muscles under the black shirt he wore.

When Harry took a step closer, that's when Aspen tilted her head this time with a newfound bravery taking over. She followed Harry's actions from last time and deepened their kiss. At this point, the girl was sure she didn't need oxygen if she had Harry. 

Their lips continued their slow tangle. Harry wouldn't say it, not to her or even himself, but he was glad that their kiss was never just a kiss. He swallowed down a groan at the feeling of the girl deepening their kiss. His nose bumped hers gently as they traded sides. His fingers gave a small squeeze to her clothed flesh and subconsciously pulled her closer.

Aspen was the first to break their kiss with a small gasp for air. Harry looked down at her, his green eyes absorbing the sight in front of him. Her lips were now a deeper, yet brighter shade of red, just barely slick with a mix of her lipgloss and spit. A nice tint, he thought. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, Harry couldn't help but press a kiss to the beautiful sight he saw. A small sigh fell from them both, and Aspen's eyes took a moment to flutter back open once they separated again. 

One of her hands rested on Harry's chest now, slightly catching on the fabric. Her lips rolled into her teeth before she let out a small giggle. Harry quirked a brow, hands still on her hips, as he looked down at her. "What?"

"Sorry, I just... I didn't know you still wanted to kiss me."

Harry’s brow furrowed slightly, though the expression didn’t carry any real weight—it was softer, almost confused. His thumbs stilled their motion over Aspen’s waist as he tilted his head, his green eyes studying her face closely. “Why wouldn’t I?” he asked, his voice low and steady like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Aspen’s cheeks burned deeper, the blush spreading down to her neck as she shrugged one shoulder. Her fingers, still resting against his chest, played nervously with the fabric of his black shirt. “I mean... I just thought maybe it was—.” She hesitated, her words getting tangled on her tongue. “I thought maybe it was a one-time thing. Like you just... needed to get it out of your system.”

Harry stared at her for a beat, and then, unexpectedly, a soft, breathy laugh escaped him. It wasn’t mocking, but it was genuine—surprised, even. He shook his head slowly, the corner of his mouth tugging up into the faintest, crooked smile. “You’re funny, y'know tha'?”

Aspen blinked up at him, startled by his reaction. “What?”

“You really think I’d do all this—” Harry gestured vaguely between the two of them, his large hands briefly leaving her waist before returning to hold her steady. “—just to get it out of my system?” He raised an eyebrow at her, the teasing look on his face softening just slightly as he continued. “Trust me, love, if I didn’t want t'kiss you again, I wouldn’t be standing here asking for it like some lovesick idiot.”

Love. There he went again.

The words knocked the wind right out of Aspen. She stared up at him, her wide eyes darting across his face to confirm he wasn’t joking, but there was nothing in his expression to suggest otherwise. He was looking at her with the same quiet intensity as always, but there was something else there, too— something she couldn’t quite name.

“Oh,” she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Harry huffed a quiet laugh again, this one softer, almost fond. “Yeah. ‘Oh,’” he echoed, his lips twitching up into a half-smile.

Aspen bit her lip, trying and failing to suppress a nervous grin as her gaze dropped to his chest. She couldn’t look at him directly when he said things like that—it was too much, too overwhelming. But Harry didn’t seem to mind. He stood there patiently, his thumbs resuming their slow, absentminded circles against her waist as he let her process his words.

After a moment, Harry spoke again, his voice quieter this time. “I wouldn’t kiss someone I didn’t want, Aspen.”

Her gaze shot back up to his face, her lips parting slightly, but no words came out. Harry’s green eyes held hers, unwavering and sincere, before they flicked down briefly to her lips. His hands on her waist gave the faintest pull— so slight she almost didn’t notice— until her body was just a bit closer to his.

“I don’t do things I don’t mean,” he added, and before Aspen could even think to respond, Harry dipped his head down and captured her lips again.

This kiss felt different. It wasn’t as tentative as before, nor was it rushed or uncertain. It was slow, purposeful— as if Harry was trying to prove a point without saying another word. His lips moved against hers in a way that made Aspen’s heart stutter, and when his hands slid carefully up her sides, just under the hem of her sweater but over the thin material of her leggings, she felt her knees wobble.

Harry must have noticed because he chuckled softly against her mouth before steadying her, his fingers splaying out against her back. “Careful there,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

Aspen let out an embarrassed giggle, her breath shaky as she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. Harry’s green eyes were darker now, but not in an intimidating way. There was a softness to him, something warm that she hadn’t seen before.

“Sorry,” she whispered, her cheeks still flushed.

Harry smirked faintly, his hands lingering on her back as he tilted his head slightly. “Don’t apologize. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

Aspen rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you’re still here,” Harry shot back easily, his smirk widening.

She shook her head quickly, letting out a soft, nervous laugh as her eyes darted to the floor before flicking up to glance around the office. Her fingers fidgeted at the hem of her sweater, suddenly hyperaware of how close he was. “Is this... um... is this part of the tour, too?” she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless and shy.

Harry’s expression softened instantly, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at her. “It is now,” he murmured, his voice low and warm as his thumb brushed faintly over the small of her back.

Aspen’s heart tumbled in her chest, her breath catching as her eyes flicked up to his and then quickly back down again. She felt like she might combust on the spot. The way he looked at her, like he actually saw her, all of her, was almost too much to handle. Her hands twitched, still nervously clutching the fabric of his shirt as she tried to will herself to calm down.

“I—um...” she started, but her voice failed her, barely a squeak, as she felt the weight of Harry’s gaze on her. She swallowed hard, her head ducking slightly as she focused on the buttons of his black shirt instead of his face.

Harry must have noticed her growing shyness because he straightened slightly, his hands sliding back down to her hips, his touch gentle but grounding. “C’mon,” he said softly, his voice breaking through the tension in the air, “you wanna see anything else, or is this good enough for today?”

Aspen blinked up at him again, her cheeks glowing red as she offered the faintest, shyest smile. She could barely meet his eyes as she shook her head, her voice small. “This is... this is more than enough.”

Harry chuckled, the sound deep and warm, and Aspen’s eyes were drawn to the way his lip ring glinted when he smiled. “Good. You’re not getting any more today, anyway,” he teased, though his tone was light, almost playful.

Aspen let out a small, breathy giggle, but it quickly disappeared as she shyly dropped her gaze again. Feeling brave for only a moment, she swatted lightly at his chest, her hand barely making an impact, before her arm quickly fell back to her side. “You’re the worst,” she mumbled, her face burning as she refused to look back up at him.

Harry tilted his head slightly, his smirk returning as he watched her, clearly amused. “Mm,” he hummed, his hands lingering on her for a second longer before he stepped back. “But you’re still here, aren’t you?”

Aspen didn’t dare answer— she couldn’t. Her tongue felt tied in knots, and she knew if she tried to speak, it would only come out in another nervous squeak. Instead, she let her lips tug into the smallest smile, her gaze still cast downward as Harry turned and stepped toward the door.

“Let’s get you out of here before Zayn starts wondering what I’m doing with you back here,” he reminded her, holding the door open and looking back at her.

Aspen hesitated for a second, then quickly scurried out of the office with Harry a few steps behind, her heart still hammering against her ribs. Whatever had just happened between them— whatever this was, left her completely undone.

"How'd you like the place?" Zayn was quick to greet her when they rounded the corner. "Did Harry give you any attitude?" He teased, nodding his head towards his friend. Harry only rolled his eyes, plopping down into the reception seat that was usually occupied by Niall. 

"It was.. it was good, I loved it! And no, he was on his best behavior.," Aspen promised with a small smile. Her brown eyes glanced over at Harry who was already looking back at her. Another common trend she noticed, he was always looking. Zayn offered to walk Aspen out and she waved a shy hand to say goodbye to Harry. When the both of them reached the door, he made sure to follow her with his eyes through the glass panels until he no longer could see her. 

Zayn's voice made him snap back to his friend. 

"Dude, when did you start wearing lipgloss?"

[nightwingbb]

This scene is from an old DamiJon WIP that I don't think I'll ever finish (Never say never, but I lost my outline and simply do not remember what the plan was for this lmaoo), but I think about it often, so sharing with all you on Tumblr so it doesn't disappear in my Google Docs for all of eternity.

It had been amusing, back then, that Damian didn’t understand the appeal of a wedding. Jon had laughed as Damian complained, then brushed the whole thing off with a Man, I feel bad for your future husband.

“And I for your future wife,” Damian had replied. “The poor woman will have married an idiot.”

The reception had been in full swing at the time, with first-generation Titans swarming the dance floor, Dick and Kory at the floor’s center with grins that stretched as wide as their faces would allow. There was a crowd by the bar, as well, where Jon’s parents were sipping at champagne and talking with a few Justice Leaguers. Bruce and Selina were among that crowd, Bruce nodding absently as he looked over at Dick and Kory, a proud smile pulling at his lips.

Damian and Jon had settled themselves at a vacated dinner table, both too young to drink, and Damian too Damian to join the crowd on the dance floor. They were talking as best they could over the music, bickering the way they always had and scrolling listlessly at their phones.

Jon hesitated, biting at his lip. He had yet to come out to anyone. The idea was daunting and still relatively new— he had only figured out that he needed to come out a month or two prior, and the idea of telling Damian was particularly intimidating. 

It wasn’t that Jon thought he would react badly. Damian had come out back when he was eighteen. Jon had been sixteen and teasing Damian for not having a girlfriend because, again, sixteen, and Damian had simply raised an eyebrow and said, “I’m gay.” 

Damian had been unperturbed— almost flippant— when he had come out. He was almost guaranteed to be just as unbothered by Jon coming out. 

But Damian was also the one who had single handedly sparked Jon’s sudden sexuality crisis. 

Damian, who was arrogant and rude and hot-headed, but one of the most compassionate people that Jon had ever met, with stupid— stunning— green eyes, and full lips that Jon would give anything to—

Jon took a stuttering breath, peering at Damian from across the table. He needed to forget about his stupid crush. Damian was still his best friend, and his best friend had just given him a perfect opportunity to come out to him.

“Maybe,” Jon said tentatively, “I won’t have a future wife.” He took another breath. He’d dipped a toe in. Might as well take the plunge. “Maybe I’ll have a future husband, too.”

At that, Damian whipped his head up from his phone. He blinked at Jon. “You’re—?”

“Bi,” Jon interjected. The word felt weird on his tongue. He swallowed, then said, “I’m not gay. I still like girls, but guys are… good…” 

Guys are good. Rao help him.

Damian blinked again. “Okay,” he said, then turned back to his phone, and that was that.

[samonroegf]

getting high with sam for the first time

f!reader. suggestive moments but no smut, fluff if you squint, angstish, childhood best friends to strangers to lovers? idk i just love him. veronica ( a character i made up) is used to replace alyssa bc she's a weirdo lol. lotta emotions, pals. 3.8k ᝰ masterlist

you'd known you wanted to try weed for a while now, it was just a bit intimidating. there's also the fact that you're 18 and you still haven't tried it, some might call you a pussy, but you just like to be precautionary.

there was the anti-drug commericals and your father breathing down your neck about being a functioning member of society. the pressure has become too much. you can't help but remember some of the stoner movies you've seen and they seemed so carefree.

so you started to concote the perfect plan, you'd never gotten in trouble, never even tardy for school. when your parents monthly business trip comes up, you knew exactly what you had to do.

invite sam monroe over for the first time in four years, and ask him to teach you how to get high.

so you think about your childhood best friend turned stranger, sam monroe. he wasn't the nicest, especially after his parents’ divorce. but there was also the fact that he had a soft spot just for you. and supposedly everyone knew, you hadn't witnessed this soft spot in a long time, so you hoped it made him a little nicer. you can't even recall why, maybe a kid crush or something. maybe you never knew at all.

you cleaned your room, made it all nice and hid some of your stuffed animals. if you were to invite sam over, you couldn't look like even more innocent than you already did.

on that fateful friday afternoon, you kissed your parents and bid them farewell. the pair completely oblivious to what their perfect little girl would be up to. a somewhat devious smile played on your lips.

you had harboured some kind of school girl crush on sam, since the two of you grew distant. he was mysterious and quiet now, you wish you knew him. wish you never would have let him slip out of your hands.

maybe that can change, maybe you can sew up the tattered thread of a connection. you wanted to laugh at yourself, you're so worked up about sam fucking monroe. the boy that you used to play in the mud with, but then again you're not just little kids anymore. things were definitely complicated. maybe more than you realized.

you couldn't help but start to pace around your room a bit, what if he said no? what if he just refused to come over? maybe you should cook something enticing, give him a extra reason? you had the weed and rolling papers already, courtesy of josh. you hated talking to him, but he had what you needed.

you walked over to the home phone hanging on the wall, and then to the clock on the stove. 6:30 p.m. the green digits stared back at you. this was a once in a lifetime chance so you swallowed your anxiety and picked up the receiver.

you dialed sam’s mom’s number, having it memorized like it was your own mother's. there was always some part of sam in your head, always stuck with you like a lover slain.

you waited patiently for someone to answer the phone, your heart beating louder than your ears could stand. you were sure this was the dumbest you'd ever felt.

“hello, kimball residence, who am i speaking with?” robin kimball, sam's mother, sounded tired. the kind of exhaustion you onlly get when you hate your life.

“hi robin! it's y/n! i was wondering if you could, uh, get sam for me?” your voice was shaky, but you hoped that she wouldn't pay it too much mind. or that she didn't notice it all.

“oh y/n! it's so nice to speak with you, how have you been?” her voice perked up once she realized who you were. always having been like a second mom to you, during your friendship with sam, guess the whole family has a soft spot for you.

“oh, I'm okay! i was just thinking of sam, and wanted him to come hang out, maybe have a sleepover like we used to!” you tried not to sound so childish, but perhaps it was working in your favor. excitement bleed into your tone, maybe hope too.

robin sighed a little, a mix of sadness and apprehension, “i can try to get him on the phone, but I can't make any promises.”

that confused you. but considering how sam acted at school, you couldn't imagine he was any easier at home.

“what do you want?” his voice felt like venom and ice, but you tried to ignore it.

“i, uh, i have some, uh, i have some w-” your stuttering didn't get you very far, sam was a very impatient boy.

“would you just spit it out,” he sounded less mad, and more just irritated. you imagined he probably dragged a hand down his face.

“sorry, I'm sorry. i just have some weed and wanted u to come over. you don't have to, I don't wanna bother you. bye, sam.” you rambled this out as fast as you possibly could and hung up just as quick.

your nerves and his mean tone became just a little too much, you'd never heard him talk to you like that. you didn't know him anymore. that hurt your heart, much more than you would like to admit. it was a fact, had been for quite some time but something about witnessing it with your own ears. it was real now.

sam stomped up the stairs to his room, closing and locking the door with a slam. he ran his hands through his hair, tugging on the black and blue strands.

“who the fuck does she think she is?” his voice was mingled with various emotions, he couldn't figure them out nor did he really want to.

“doesn't talk to me for four fucking years and then one day just calls me up and asks to hangout?” he's trying to keep his voice to a low mumble. as to not bother his younger siblings, even if he couldn't really stand them.

“tells my mom she wants a sleepover?” he almost wanted to go over there just to give her a piece of his mind. he kicked a box on the floor, and it shot across the room against a wall. he heard peter stomping down the hallway to yell at him, and slipped out of his window. a common practice these days.

he was dressed in cargo pants, his boots and a sweatshirt with the rolling stones logo printed in black and white. he was cursing under his breath, as he made the walk.

he couldn't believe her audacity, but then why would she call him unless he was the only one she could call. that had to be bullshit, she had plenty of friends. ten times more than what sam had.

he kicked a rock and lit a cigarette as he continued down the street, he hated that he could still remember the fastest way to her house. her perfect little house, with a perfect little family.

it was only just then that her words settled, like rain through a fog. i just have some weed and wanted u to come over. you don't have to. why would she have weed, unless her perfect little life wasn't so. course, could have been a lie to get him here. could be a prank, but she was never one to be nasty like that. or at least he hoped she wouldn't steep so low.

he had about a million questions that are going through his head, but the one that stuck out the most, why me? why would she call me out of everyone? it's not like sam was the only stoner in their school, but she still wanted him to come over. it made him puff on the cigarette a little faster.

sam stopped in the middle of the street for a moment, staring at the moon and sun that were now able to be seen at the same time. there was some poetry in this but he didn't want to fucking hear it.

he tried to shake his head of all these thoughts as he walked up the stairs to her front door. at the very bottom, you can still see paint marks of her and his handprints from when they moved in. sam was the first friend she made, he remembers her telling him, they'd be friends forever. feels like a cruel joke now.

you sat on your bed looking anxiously at the baggie that stood out on your bedside table. the nightstand a white wood with a pink lamp, and covered in literature. the weed looked weird and out of place next to them.

the slam of the front door and stomps crawling up the stairs brought you out of thoughts, sam standing in your doorway. he leaned against the wood, just looking at you. he looked pissed, but you were unsure if that was just his neutral expression at this point.

“you called.” he barely uttered two words to you, but you couldn't help the growing smile that stretched your lips.

“i wasn't sure if you'd actually show up!” you wished you didn't sound so happy, it was weakness he was bound to attack. you hoped your best friend, sammy was still in there, somewhere.

“what can i say? free weed, can't let that kind of offer go.” he chuckled as he spoke, and it was almost like you knew him again. but you didn't, he was a stranger in your bedroom, while your parents were hours away at this point.

he almost wanted to break something, he had so many questions, so much to say but now that he was in front of her, he wanted nothing more than to push it all aside. this wasn't like this normally, usually anger was so easy to hold onto. this time, it was like he never had any to begin with.

he slowly wandered into the room, looking over everything you had displayed. you prayed he didn't open the closet and get assualted by plushies. the thought almost made you want to giggle.

he was stuck, stuck holding a picture in his hand. he hadn't seen the polaroid in four years. a cheesing sam stared back at him, so free and fun. your arms were tight around him, couldn't be older than six and you were smiling just as big.

as you came to stand next to him, you looked at the picture in his hand. you were being torn between crying and laughing. it's such a cute picture, one that you thought you'd show your kids one day. but those thoughts were one of a silly little girl who believed that sam would always be by your side. you felt stupid, mad and sad all at once.

“i remember this day,” sam's voice sounds faraway, like he is scared to talk at all. like the picture and you would disappear, and he'd wake up from another dream.

“it was the day our dad's built your pool, and we played all day long.” he finished, looking from the photo to you. it was the first time he's really looked at you. his blue eyes peering into yours, you felt naked under his stare.

“yeah, and we had ice cream and it got everywhere,” you chuckled sadly, this felt like a reunion with a lover rather than a friend. you looked away back to the picture in his hand, taking it you put it back on your mirror. as he watched your hands, he noticed it wasn't the only picture of the two of you. you kept every single one, always one to cherish every memory, even if it hurts more than it helps.

“why do you still have them?” his voice is barely above a whisper like he's scared to hear the answer.

“i always hoped you'd come back, that we'd go back to old times. feels kinda stupid to say out loud” you laughed, bringing your arms around yourself trying to bring yourself some comfort.

you're looking at all the pictures, too scared to see what expression is resting on sam's face now.

“well, I'm here, aren't I?” you finally turned to look at him, your eyebrows creased in worry or concern. you weren't sure. his hand comes to rest on your shoulder, it's awkward and comforting all the same.

“would you have ever came if I didn't call? if i didn't have weed?” your voice might break if it shakes anymore, your tongue sucks over your teeth in anxiety.

“wait, don't answer that. i don't want the answer. i don't think you miss me the way i miss you.” you interrupted him. the second half of your words came out mumbled as you walk away from him and sit on the bed. a tear slid down your face, and it makes a bitter laugh come out of you. you've never wanted someone so close and so fucking faraway from you. you wioed it away and hoped he didn't see it. weakness was not an option.

“you don't get to do this,” his voice is quiet, but you were sure that it wouldn't stay that way.

“you don't get to cry and put words in my mouth, you have no fucking idea how i feel.” he raised his voice a bit and you just rolled your eyes at him. he came to sit opposite to you on the bed.

“yeah, you're right. but you also never fucking talked to me. you were my best friend one day and then avoiding me the next. how the fuck do you think that's gonna make me feel? hell, how the fuck can you just do that to someone.” you were yelling too now, staring at him with so much anger. you weren't even really that mad, you were just hurt.

“that is not what fucking happened. you became friends with josh, that's what happened,” his eyes narrowed at you and you wanted, well you don't know what you want but this is definitely something that needed to happen. josh had been a bully in middle school, i guess much hasn't changed.

“excuse the fuck out of me? i did no such thing, i was friends with veronica. i was friends with her, and then you left. and i know, yes, i know that you fucked vee. you left me, and that wasn't enough.” you were seething at this point, barely able to remember why you even missed him in the first place. you got off the bed, not even being able to look at him.

“i did not fuck veronica. who told you that? let me guess, veronica?” your head whipped in his direction, you stopped in your tracks.

your cheeks warmed as you realized you may have been fed incorrect information, “you didn't? but she and josh both told me on seperate instances.” you felt stupid, you came to sit on the bed again. a sheepish look on your face.

“no, i didn't fuck veronica. are you stupid?” the anger in the room begin to fizzle out, and you smacked his shoulder, “don't say that, I'm not stupid.” you gave him a fake angry look and looked at your feet.

you'd been lied to for four years, four years where sam didn't have be alienated. four years where your best friend could be beside you.

“why’d you stop coming around, then? if it wasn't cause of that? ” the fear of rejection injected to your veins. your lip was tightly pulled between your teeth, an anxious habit. your eyes looked from him to your hands as you waited for him to answer.

“somebody told me you hated me and didn't want me around anymore.” his voice was distant like he couldn't believe his own words. “told me you were just friends with me out of pity.”

“now you're the stupid one.” you laughed dryly, trying to make light of the situation. you bumped your shoulder into his.

“hell, i might be. i doubt if you hated me you'd keep all those cheesy momentos.” he chuckled and you could have savored the feeling that went through your chest. he might be better than any high that weed could give you. if you didn't have a bit of love for him before, you definitely do now.

you felt like a tornado of emotions, you didn't know what was to happen now.

some time passed in silence, you both unsure of what was to happen next. years of pushed down feelings that no longer have a sense of direction.

anxiety creeped up your back, looking at sam he's just looking at you. a slight smile on his lips, it's a sight you could get used to.

“what?” you laughed a bit out of embarrassment.

“you’re just pretty.” his voice was soft and you kinda wanted to throw up. how could all this happen and he can just have the audacity to compliment you. you dropped eye contact but a similar smile could now been seen on your face.

“so, we're good now?” you spoke, eyes glued to the floor. you didn't think you could keep from kissing him, if he kept looking at you like that.

“we’re so good. you ready to smoke?” sam smiled some, and layed back on the bed. his arms falling above his head, he stared at the ceiling. life is just some game, and he's pretty sure he just won big. he felt somewhere between being on cloud nine and being the dumbest motherfucker he's ever met. he can't believe he believed josh about some stupid rumor, instead of just coming to you.

“so, actually the thing about that, i don't know how. i called you so you could teach me because i trust you.” warmth gathered on your cheeks again.

he leans up on one arm to look at you, and he smiles real big, teeth and all. his tongue crossing his lips as he laughs a bit. it was clear though, he wasn't laughing at you, just laughing at the situation. but still you must tease him, make up for lost time.

“sammy, don't laugh at me.” before you could stop yourself, the nicknames spilled out of your lips. a nickname sam hadn't heard in some time and it made his heart skip a beat.

“babe, it's not my fault, you make it so easy.” there he was again, undressing you with his eyes. whether it be intentional or not, you weren't sure. his cheeks glowed a little pink and you couldn't help but giggle. it's fair game at this point. you never knew sam as someone to use alot of pet names, is he trying to pick you up?

“yeah, well, you're blushing, dork.” it was a dumb retort, and on top of it all you stuck out your tongue at him. crossing your arms like the brat that you are. it seemed your question answered itself. you were somewhere between friends and lovers, and that scared the shit out of you.

“no I'm not.” he said incredulously, like it was something that was physically impossible. he quick to get off the bed, pushing at his cheeks in the mirror.

you're happy to skip up beside him, “yeah, you are, it's like you have a crush on me or something." you giggled. another thing that should have been left unsaid, spoken by you again. it was necessary, you had to know the truth. it felt like life or death, at this moment.

he stands up beside you, and it's only then that you notice he's got at least half a foot on you. it feels intimidating when he smirks at you.

“what if i do? maybe i like to make cute girls squirm,” his hands come to rest on your hips, and you were sure you were gonna faint, have a heart attack, or maybe die.

“sam, what are you doing.” it wasn't a question, cause you didn't want the answer.

“i'm touching you, is that okay?” you can't help but dumbly nod. he leaning towards you and you let him. his lips are soft against yours, and he pulls you closer. his smell and taste was intoxicating. you were sure if you were dead, this would be what heaven felt like.

your hands come to rest on his chest, letting him kiss you a bit longer before pushing him away.

“i-i think we should smoke, yeah, i think we should do that.” you weren't even sure what you were saying at this point. but you didn't want to just get him back and immediately jump into bed. you're not ready for that yet.

“whatever you want, doll.” he presses one soft, chaste kiss to your forehead and walks towards the weed and the rolling papers. you were almoat confused as you followed him back to the bed, who is this man? you wanted to kick your feet and acream into your pillow.

you watch as his skilled, ring-clad fingers pushed the weed into the white papers. you thought you might have a health issue when his tongue dipped over his lips to wet the paper. your reaction doesn't go unnoticed by him, so he just chuckles and finishes sealing the joint.

“now, what you're gonna do, and I'll demonstrate too. put the paper between your lips,” he explained everything in excruciating detail, and it made your legs clamp together a little. you needed more self control, maybe, but you weren't going to let all this get to you. not this fast, it wasn't fair.

setting the paper between his lips, he pulled a lighter out of his pocket, it was white all the plastic wrap has been picked off of it.

“when you hit it, take small puffs, breathe in and then exhale, like this okay?” he making eye contact with you as he does so.

he hands you the joint and you hope it helps you recollect yourself. you do exactly as he said and did, and somehow still end up coughing up a lung. irritated eyes making contact with his playful ocean ones.

“try again, it'll get easier, you're just a baby stoner.” he rubbed your back a little, and you tried again. this time it went down smoothly and you could feel something as soon as you exhaled. you hand him the joint and watch his expert smoking habits.

you never knew how hot someone smoking could be, but here he was. sam, your sam, looked like some bad boy in a teen cliche film. you never knew why girls would go for guys like this, but now you got it.

the two of you spent the rest of the night recalling stories, watching comfort films and laying in his arms. he held you tight, and smoked you out until you were nothing but a giggly, high mess. he got decently stoned himself and you feel asleep like that.

[gyllenhaalstuff]

Early office hours - Lou Bloom

•Summary: You have gotten an internship at Video Production News but you’re struggling more than you expected.

• Warnings: Oral (m receiving), mean Lou, handjob, blowjob, piv sex, overall smutty.

• Word count: 1989

(• Authors note: Hii <3 this is my first ever fic on here so don’t be too harsh on me. This was also written at 4 am. I also don’t know how to make this look neat.)

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You had always prided yourself on working smart and not hard, a good trait for an aspiring journalist. So when an ad popped up on Craigslist offering you to shadow the owner of a video journalism company you immediately bit. Money was tight and your shabby LA studio apartment didn’t pay for itself. With that said, it seemed much more appealing to work your way up the ladder than to spend years studying and paying off student loans for the rest of your life. You responded to the ad and it didn’t take long before a date was set for an interview.

You entered the diner not really knowing what to look for. But there was only one table where just one person sat. He was slim, looked tired with his hair slicked back. He almost had what could be called a thousand yard stare. You walked towards him, hoping you weren’t walking up to some poor random man. But when he smiled at you, reached out his hand and introduced himself as Louis Bloom, you knew you were in the right place. You sat down on the plastic chair opposite from him and said your name back. “So, what about this opportunity interests you?” Lou asked. He was straight forward and you appreciated that. “Well I want to be a journalist and I also prefer not to be jobless” you half joked, though he didn’t seem to get it… or he just found it boring. “This would definitely a step in the right direction” he said with a smile. “Why should I hire you?” He continued and cocked his head. You swallowed, something in his mannerisms intimidated you. “I’m a hard worker. I focus on my tasks and I don’t let myself rest until I’m done. I have never gotten fired and I’m only without job because I quit on my own in order to get into journalism” you stated. He seemed to take you seriously. After asking about your work experience and your expectations, you were officially hired. The only trouble was that you only made money on commission, and it was a slim percentage of the other workers wage. But you swallowed your pride, a little money was better than none.

After your first shift you realised that this definitely wasn’t a normal journalism job. It might not even be legal. Even though it was sketchy, it seemed that Louis (or Lou, everyone seemed to call him that) had started quite a successful company. There were multiple vans patrolling each night and even an office where Lou would go through the footage in the early morning hours. And after your first night out with the crew he was adamant about showing you the office and the editing process.

It was a small space he had rented in an apartment building. One bathroom, a kitchen and an office. It was exactly what you would expect, fluorescent lighting, a gray carpet covering the whole floor and a coffee machine that had definitely seen better days. All the other workers had gone home for the night (or morning would be more accurate) and only you and Lou sat in the office space. You were nervous, firstly because you were alone with your boss and also because you could never figure out his next move. He seemed to be controlled only by impulses and needs. As he showed you how to transfer the videos onto the computer your eyes got stuck on his hands. And they were good looking hands. Almost feminine in their slimness but the fingers were long and the palms big. A few veins were visible on the back of his hand. “You’re not listening” Lou looked at you and said. “I- sorry” you said and tried to push away your stubbornness. You didn’t want to upset your boss on your first day. “I thought you were a good worker, no?” Lou asked condescendingly. He put down the camera on the desk. “Sorry, I’m probably just tired” you said hoping he’d give up and continue talking. Instead, he sighed, spun his chair so it faced yours and spoke, “I have high hopes for you y/n. But your eyes seem unreliable and it’s very important to me that you can keep your eyes set. How else can I trust you to eventually operate a camera?” He said. His tone almost sounded pitiful, maybe he was patronising you. If you weren’t sat on a chair you’d for sure be a puddle on the floor from the intense eye contact. This situation had quickly turned really embarrassing. “I’m so sorry Lou” you began and averted your gaze, “is there anything I can do? I really don’t want to compromise this opportunity”. You tried to speak words in his language and it seemed to work. He smiled at you. “I can tell you want to do this right.” He seemed to think for a moment before continuing, “I’ll cut you some slack today. For these last hours you can just act as an assistant.” You nodded, feeling as if all your pride had been thrown in a ditch. Not only because you had been caught, but because there was also another feeling swirling in you. You berated yourself internally for ever role playing office scenarios with your ex. Getting turned on by your boss setting you in place was really nice in theory, but torturous in practice. Your face flushed as these thoughts ran through your head. You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom.

The mirror light illuminated your flustered face and you cringed at your reflection. You splashed some cold water on your face and took 10 deep breaths before gathering up the courage to walk back out.

You entered the office for the second time tonight and Lou was still sat on his chair. You sat down in your own before saying, “sorry I’m just feeling a bit feverish. It’s probably nothing” and for the first time Lou let out something resembling a laugh. “You’re not sick. You’re just desperate. And I’ll be honest with you… you’re my type and if I can make it easier for you to focus it’d benefit the both of us.” You were slightly taken aback, this was the last thing you expected to hear, especially from him. “I prioritise nothing more than my employees ability to do their job and do it well.” He said sincerely. “I don’t think I’m the one who makes the decisions around here” you respond, trying to dodge his offer without declining or accepting it. When Lou smiled you felt as if you had passed an exam with flying colors. “You’re good. But you’d be better on the floor” he said, with as little emotion as usual. And you slid down from your chair, down to your knees. The view you were greeted with was nothing short of erotic. Him with his legs on either side of you and his cold eyes watching you. “Well, what do you need to focus? I thought you were smart enough to know that on your own” he said and it almost sounded like a question. You threw your last sliver of dignity out the window and let your hand crawl up his thigh before grabbing his crotch. He let out a sigh of relief and you noticed that you weren’t the only one affected by your conversation. You unbuttoned his slacks and grabbed him through his boxers. His hips jerked slightly and he fought to keep his eyes open, because one thing about him that was for sure was that he loved to watch. You lowered your mouth and licked a stripe over his clothed shaft before letting your fingers pull down the hem of his underwear. He shifted slightly to let you pull them down far enough to expose all of him. Just as his personality was intimidating, his cock was too. You let your thumb run over his slit before spitting on it and spread your saliva with your hand. You watched him as you did, monitoring his reactions and acting accordingly. His breathing was jagged and his nostrils flared when your hand came up to squeeze his tip. “I’m not patient” he warned with a frustrated chuckle. You could’ve easily taken him into your mouth and had him cum down your throat within minutes, but this was about you too. Instead you got up, took off your pants and sat on his lap. Your lace underwear did little to cover you but what did it matter now. You grabbed his shoulders as you ground your hips against his cock and a quiet moan slipped past your lips. You rocked back and forth, not knowing the next time you’d be hooking up with someone and barely remembering the last.“You need to work faster than this” Lou sighed, he picked you up by your hips and laid (more like threw) you down on an empty part of the desk. “You’re not proving yourself to me by being selfish” he mumbled and tore off your underwear, letting them fall down on the floor. He let out a small, mean chuckle as he saw the wetness that covered your pussy. He dragged you forward towards the end of the desk before letting his cock rub against your clit. “You’re really not meant to lead. You’re sloppy, slow, undetermined. You’re much better at just laying back and looking pretty. Don’t you think?” He asked while staring you down. Even though his unsteady breathing gave away his feelings, his unfazed gaze wouldn’t let go of you. “I am” you nodded. You had no energy to fight back against this claim and all you could focus on was the fastest way to get him to fuck it out of you. You furrowed your brows at him to try and convince him to, “don’t be mean” you tried. “This is me being nice. I could’ve easily pulled a gun on you and filmed it for a few hundred bucks, but here I am.” He shrugged before finally entering you, painstakingly slow at first. You hissed at the intrusion and grabbed onto the edge of the desk. “You should be really fucking careful” Lou whispered before upping his pace.

One of his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you against him with every thrust. The pace he set was dizzying and you were sure your hips would be purple with bruises and crescent nail marks when you got home. A few strands of hair fell over his face that was now covered in a slight sheen of sweat. His ragged breaths were starting to turn into moans as he pounded into you, his eyes now fluttering shut. “I need to cum so I can focus” you manage to say in between moans, trying to convince him to help you get there. “You’re really getting on my nerves” Lou responded but he still complied, his hand let go of your hip and moved to circle your clit. Frankly, you were surprised he was so good at this, he seemed like such a loner. But the way he swiped at your clit confidently and with a mind numbing rhythm proved otherwise. “I’m close” you warned him, but it was almost inaudible through your whimpers. And he didn’t care anyway. “I’m gonna cum in you and you can’t say a fucking word” Lou said before his thrusts lost their rhythm and turned erratic. By that point you were already a mess beneath him and you clamped around him as you came with a cry. Now both his hands grabbed your hips as he frantically chased his high. And when he came inside you he did so with a loud moan. As you caught your breath he zipped up his pants, sat back down in his chair and got back on his computer.

“Let’s try to focus now. Yeah?”

[camelspit]

Fintan Pyren by @crescentpaws

Councillor Bronte by @isolde-illustrates

Definition of a sexyman: An often pathetic and/or evil man who is sexy (but perhaps not in the conventional sense)

Propaganda:

Fintan Pyren:

"he's like if a chewed on and half-dead rodent was a twink" anonymous

"twink, need i say more" anonymous

"Okay, let's be real. Fintan is HOT. Bro's the kind of person that makes you nervous. Good or bad, whatever. And I KNOW he gets a lot of hate, but let's be real. The only reason I'd join their cult- I mean the Neverseen, is because of HIM. Like, @/maxcrescentpaws art of him.... My friend that absolutely HATES Fintan, well, after seeing some fanart...." anonymous

"girl idk i just am hyper fixated on this bitch and want gethen to lose by an embarrassing amount" @luigimangionesjailcell

"I love all of them in different ways, but also FINTAN 😍" @kyeiscrying

"f slur (lovingly)" anonymous

"He's a twink with fire powers, you should utilize that!" @skia-tumb

"Three words: HOT. AS. FUCK." anonymous

"he's absolutely pathetic. and evil. also did i mention he's gay? and he has a cool backstory that shannon better elaborate on or imma throw hands" anonymous

"Why yes he did end several people's lives while being incredibly hot, but when you look past the murder, hes just incredibly hot. Ans that's enough for me, and a lot of people, I think." anonymous

Councillor Bronte:

"This man does not have the strength to put his past behind him and ignore the other ancients who keep committing atrocities. He literally cut off his curls because he was not intimidating enough. He desperately seeks for approval from people a tenth his age.

He claims that everything he does is for the good of the world, yet he tortured a girl in her session in front of one of the other government leaders and got away with it. Bronte does not care who it is. If you don't have a past with him, you're just a pawn that needs to be moved. And if you are from his past, he will drag you down with him.

His curls are too powerful. People want him, and Bronte has no clue what to do with that. He's hot with or without his curls. His ears get tangled in long hair. He could cut mallowmelt with those points. Put this old man in an assisted home not a Councillor's castle. Twelve year olds scare him more than murderers. A twelve year old taught him how to laugh, and that was the most terrifying thing he endured in his thousand years of life." @isolde-illustrates

"He’s literally just a silly guy. He has beef with a literal 12 year old for, like, two books, just to become one of her biggest supporters and I love that about him" anonymous

"f slur (lovingly)" anonymous

"How can you not look at this 2,000 hear old man ass guy and go, "Damn, wanna swallow 'em whole." Now that's, sexy!" @skia-tumb

"f slur (derogatorily)" anonymous

Want to submit propaganda? Do so here and it will be added in the next round!

[tomieafterdark]

Catboy Eren drabble

cw: afab!reader, dom!eren, 18+ dni if u are a minor

I am gonna be honest, this is so unserious I don't know what possessed me to actually write it and hit poster prob should have stayed in the drafts. Anyways, it is inspired by the same person that inspired this fic because he has a catlike aura.

not proofread also click here for more content

You always thought Eren had this "grumpy cat" aura to him, and you never stopped reminding him about it. In fact, you had tried to make him say "meow" or use a catboy image as his profile picture several times, but all you were met with was him ignoring it or telling you it will never happen.

Everything he said seemed to go in one ear and out of the other, because one day when hanging out with him you decided it would be a good idea to bring cat ears and try to put them on him.

And you did. Eventually.

As if his death glare had not been enough, you just had to blurt out that he looks like a submissive catboy. 

And that is how you ended up in this lovely situation.

"E-eren slow down!" You whined.

"Shut the fuck up." he hissed in irritation, pushing your head further down into the pillow. 

Tears rolled down your cheeks as Eren was stretching you open more and more with every thrust, as if the position he had you in wasn’t painful enough he went in with almost no prep. Adjusting to his size was quite the challenge.

He loved watching your hole swallow his cock whole, but what he loved even more was the way you reacted to how deep he went inside of you. He could tell that none of your previous sexual partners had ever touched your cervix with their tip, nor had they stretched you so good that it feels like your first time all over again. 

He kept his eyes locked on you as he fastened his pace. Your whimpering grew louder and clearer even though your face was buried in the pillow, your cries were actual music to his ears. He needed to hear them more clearly. 

He suddenly slips it out, you are too fucked out to notice it at first, still arching. But next thing you know he is sitting next to you on the bed and leaning against the headboard. 

“Get up y/n, I want you on top.” He commands coldly, his intimidating gaze not leaving you for a second.

You get up slowly, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure between your legs. You suddenly notice he forgot to take off the cat ears you had put on him earlier, it is very hard to not giggle but you manage to somehow muster up enough self control to keep quiet. You slowly move over to him, it is impossible to not stare at his face because of the cat ears. He looks so good with them on, and surprisingly not submissive. However the “grumpy cat” energy remains, and he looks even more annoyed now because you are taking way too long getting on top of him. Somehow he comes to the conclusion that you are being nervous because of his size but you are just in awe of how good he looks with cat ears on, you haven’t even glanced at his dick yet. 

“Y/n, if you are scared of the size just say that. I can assist.” He mutters, seeming less annoyed and almost concerned now. 

“Huh?” You look at him in confusion, but the dots soon connect. You are about to protest, but the way he suddenly became all attentive and kind of careful made you feel some type of way and you don't mind this going on for a bit longer. 

He starts fingering you and the sudden intrusion makes you hiss but he quickly shuts you up with a kiss. You manage to take a quick glance at his cock amidst all the kissing and moaning and you feel the knot in your stomach. It is a strange mix of fear, excitement and doom. How would all that fit inside you? 

All the mixed emotions and his skilled fingers bring you closer and closer to climax, he is aware of it by the way you are squeezing around his fingers and moaning louder and louder into the kiss. He stops right before you cum, you feel so close and you are so desperate that without even thinking, you quickly bring your left hand between your legs. 

“Not so fast.” Your wrist is suddenly burning from the iron grip he has on it and the more you pull away the harder he grips. You whine and pout in frustration, not even looking at him directly and still looking for a way to reach your high. You are really starting to lose patience. 

He grabs your lower face, making you look up at him. “If you want to cum, you will do it on my cock. Got it?” His stern voice and cold stare anchor you back to reality, and all you can do is nod. 

He doesn't waste another second, grabbing you by the waist making you straddle him. You instinctively hold on to him, and he does the same to you, just he does it for a completely different reason. You held on to his shoulders because a part of you feels safe around him, while he grabbed your hips out of impatience and to teach you a lesson for putting cat ears on him. 

You try to wriggle yourself out of his tight grip a bit, usually when you are on top like this you are the one controlling the pace and taking on a more dominant role but this is nothing like that. Instead, he slowly lowers you down on it and you gasp hard even though only the tip is in. 

Truth be told, he is resisting the urge to slam you down on it and teach you a very hard lesson, but ever since he noticed you have not had anyone his size before he has been taking his time with you. No, not because he cares, he just thinks your reactions are hilarious. You went from “annoying and cocky asking him to meow for you” to “crying little mess that does not know what to do with herself every time he thrusts” very quickly.  

He watches you intensely, you avoid looking into his eyes, it makes you feel like prey and as if his darkness is about to eat you alive even though he still has the cat ears on. The more he lowers you down on his cock, the more you are starting to believe you will feel it in your guts. He lowers you down very slowly and it gives a whole new meaning to “feeling every inch of him”. 

Your mind is going a bit blank, all you can repeat is “it is so big” and “I feel so full” inside your head. On the outside you are just biting your cheek trying to not burst out in tears like you did earlier. It feels different when your face is not in the pillow, hiding from his cold sharp gaze. This has you feeling new depths of submissiveness and being vulnerable. Though he can kind of notice you are trying your hardest to keep it cool but that is nothing but a challenge to him. This makes him want to break you more. 

You let out a yelp, because he suddenly slams you down on it with no warning and does not stop thrusting even for a second. You are not looking at him directly but you can tell he is smirking at the way you are struggling to keep it together. 

“You were doing a good job trying to keep it together, but you have to try harder to fool me.” He whispers into your ear as one of his hands starts to caress hair. The contrast of his soft demeanor while caressing your hair and his rough thrusts that have your legs almost shaking has your mind going hazy. “I will break you either way, you might as well give in to make this easier for yourself..” he continues in his dark husky voice as his hand leaves your hair now, traveling further down caressing your clit instead. 

It does not take a lot of movement to make you come undone. All that pent up energy from earlier was just waiting to be released, hanging on by a thread. The higher you feel the lower you will come down, and right now you are not just seeing stars you are seeing other galaxies. He grins as he watches you come. Your beautiful eyes are finally letting those tears out, and this time he can look into them since there is no pillow to shove your head in. 

You feel so drained from that one orgasm, you end up just laying down for what feels like several long minutes. This low really matched the high. 

Suddenly he climbs on top of you, his eyes even more dark and playful now. Before you can even react he, flips you on your stomach.

“Wha-” you blurt out. 

“Who said I was done teaching you a lesson? I was going easy on you earlier..” He snickered as he spreads your cheeks apart. 

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