#but hey i did in your heart shall burn

[danielnelsen]

wooow it's my favourite part of the game

[poweringthroughthis]

behind locked doors | jake sim

nsfw, mdni

pair: sim jaeyun (jake) x male reader

desc: dreading PE class more than death itself, you find yourself in a predicament. will someone come to your rescue? maybe someone who always does. but even so, are you ready to face them when they do?

warnings: handjob, anal s*x

You were never too good at running, so the moment the gun had fired and everyone had sprinted away, you were already out of breath. You could see the finish line a couple meters away, but your lungs burned and your vision blurred from sweat, you felt like your body would give in at any moment.

"Hey, slowpoke!" you heard someone say behind you. Before you could realize, an arm was wrapped around your waist and your feet left the ground. You found yourself on the shoulders of one of your classmates, his free hand holding onto your legs so they wouldn't dangle, but firmly enough that his fingers pressed into your flesh. "J-Jake, what are you doing?!" you yelled, but he just laughed and started running.

"We're gonna make it to the end before anyone else, now hold on!" His voice was cheerful, his touch gentle, and for some reason his hands felt warm on your skin. He ran a bit more, then set you down. You had crossed the finish line and were now safe. You took a few deep breaths, your heart pounding in your ears, and turned to Jake.

"Why did you carry me?" He laughed and gave you a pat on the shoulder. "Well, I saw you were tired, and I didn't want you to get punished for being the last one to reach the finish line." Jake was such a handful sometimes, if he wasn't a close friend, you'd probably reprimand him for it. He was impulsive, carefree and so energetic all the time. But deep down, that is exactly why you admired him too.

"What are you talking about? What kind of punishment?" "The punishment was the coach would lock the loser in the storage room until the end of the period."

Your eyes widened. You could only imagine how boring it would be, being stuck in there with no way to pass the time. Jake laughed again, his voice ringing through the empty field. "Don't worry, it's not like it was the real punishment! It was just a game we played, so we would run faster. Anyway, thanks for helping me win, I wouldn't have made it to the end without your weight!" You felt your face flush.

"Y-you didn't need to thank me. And…I guess I owe you now, right? So I'll do anything you want, just name it." He grinned. "Really? Well, okay, let me think…"

A few minutes later, you found yourself sitting on a bench, your back to the door, while Jake stood in front of you. He leaned forward and placed his hands on your thighs. "Alright, close your eyes and don't move. It's a surprise, so don't spoil it for yourself."

"What are you even gonna do? This is stupid." "It's not stupid! Just trust me." You sighed and closed your eyes. A moment later, you felt something soft against your lips. Your eyes flew open, only to see Jake kissing you. "Wha-"

"Shh," he hushed, his voice low and quiet. He kept his lips on yours, and slowly his hands moved upwards, his thumbs pressing into the insides of your thighs. "Mmm…Jake, I don't think we should-" "Just relax. Trust me."

His voice was a whisper, but there was an unmistakable command to it. His hands were so gentle, so reassuring, that you couldn't help but obey. "Now, open your mouth." Your lips parted, and he kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue slipping into your mouth. His hands traveled higher, until they reached the waistband of your shorts.

You gasped, and his tongue brushed against yours. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips. Jake pulled away and chuckled. "See? You're enjoying it." He pressed his fingers against your hardening length, and you whimpered.

"That's right. You're getting hard for me. You're so cute." You tried to disagree, but he cut you off. "It's alright. Don't be embarrassed. Let's take this off, shall we?" Before you could say anything, he slid your shorts down and began stroking you through your underwear. His touch was light and teasing, and you moaned loudly.

"That's a good boy," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're doing so well, just keep making those pretty noises for me." You wanted to say it was wrong for friends to blur lines, but your voice died in your throat. All you could manage was another soft moan. He continued to stroke you, and you couldn't stop yourself from bucking your hips into his touch.

"Jake, please," you pleaded, your voice shaky. "Please what? You want me to stop?" "No, don't stop. Please, don't stop." "Alright, since you're begging so nicely."

His lips crashed into yours, and he pushed you down, your back hitting the bench. He was on top of you now, his body pressed against yours. You could feel his hardness through his shorts, and you moaned into his mouth.

His hands moved lower, and he slipped his fingers under the waistband of your underwear. He broke the kiss, his breath hot on your neck, and tugged the garment down. Your cock sprang free, and he wrapped his hand around it.

"Fuck," you gasped, and he began stroking you, his pace quickening. "You're so hard for me," he breathed. "I bet you'd love to get fucked by me, wouldn't you?" You nodded frantically, and he chuckled. "That's what I thought. Turn over." You did as he said, and he positioned himself behind you. He pulled his shorts down, and you felt the tip of his cock brush against your entrance.

"Do you want this?" "Yes, please," you begged. He began to push inside you, and you moaned loudly, the sensation of being filled by him sending waves of pleasure through your body. "God, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice strained. "You feel amazing."

"You feel amazing," you moaned, your words coming out in a gasp. "I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered. "Is that okay?" There was something so arousing about the way Jake talked. So vulgar and uncensored but caring at the same time. "Yes," you said, nodding. "Good boy," he praised, his voice soft, before slamming his cock inside of you, hard. You screamed, and he quickly clapped his hand over your mouth. "Shh, you have to be quiet," he whispered, his voice low.

"I can't help it," you whimpered. "You're so big." "I know. I'm sorry." He began to move, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. You bit down on his hand, trying to muffle your moans. "Such a good boy, taking my cock so well," he purred, his thrusts getting deeper and harder. "J-Jake," you gasped. "Yes, say my name." "Jake!" "Louder." "Jake! Oh, god, Jake!"

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled, his hips slamming into you with such force that the whole class could hear. "Fuck, you feel so good," he growled. "I'm going to cum." You nodded frantically, and he pulled out, flipping you onto your back and slamming back into you. "Jake!" His lips crashed into yours, and you moaned into his mouth as he came, filling you with his warmth.

You lay there for a few moments, catching your breath. Then he pulled out, and you felt a trickle of his seed spilling out of you. "That was amazing," he said, panting. "Yeah, it was," you replied, still a bit dazed. He sat up and pulled his shorts up, before pulling you up and fixing your clothing. "Are you okay? Was it too much?" You shook your head, smiling. "No, it was perfect."

"I'm glad." He placed a quick peck on your cheek. "I'm gonna go get the key, the teacher should be here soon. Stay here and pretend we didn't do anything." "Okay." "By the way, if the others ask what we did in here, just tell them we made out." "What?! That's not happening!" "Oh, come on, they'll believe it." He gave you another quick kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the hallway, leaving you blushing furiously.

A few minutes had passed but you saw Jake still rummaging through his jersey and other clothes for the key. "What's taking you so long?" "I can't find the damn thing." "You're kidding me. We're gonna get caught."

"Relax, it's gotta be here somewhere. I swear, I saw the coach put it in the pocket of his jacket." You sighed. "Maybe we should just confess. At least then we won't get in trouble."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, that's no fun. Besides, I bet the coach is still outside the building, and there's no way we're gonna get out of here if we wait until he comes back. Just sit tight, I'll find it." You groaned, "how did we not notice if someone locked the room from the outside?"

"I dunno, maybe we were just too horny to think straight." "Oh my god, can you stop talking like that? I can't believe we actually did that." "Why not? You enjoyed it, didn't you?" "Well, yes, but still." He smiled and gave you a quick kiss. "See? There's nothing to be ashamed of. We're both adults, we can do whatever we want." "You're really something else, you know that?" "Thanks. Now, let's see, where could it be?"

After a few more minutes of searching, he still hadn't found the key. "Damn it, it's not here. I must've missed it. Maybe it fell out of the pocket when I was taking off the jacket. Shit, we're gonna have to confess after all." You sighed but then smiled faintly. "it's okay. i don't mind being seen with you." He smirked. "Is that so? Well, good, because I was thinking maybe we could continue this after school, in my dorm." You blushed. "You're incorrigible." "Is that a yes?" You rolled your eyes and smiled. "Fine, I'll see you there." "Great. Now let's sit and wait for coach and tell him we got locked in the room."

"But I thought you said he's not here anymore." "Nah, he's still here, probably outside smoking a cigar." Jake joins you on the bench and wraps his hands around your waist from behind, your naked upper bodies touching. "Let's wait until he's back," he says, his voice low and soft. "Okay."

You lean back against him, enjoying the warmth of his body. You sat like that for a while, quietly, not saying anything. "Jake?" "Yeah?" "I'm glad we took this step forward." He smiles and kisses your neck. "Me too." You close your eyes and let yourself enjoy the moment, knowing that things will never be the same between you two.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke up. "Guess we couldn't escape the punishment after all, huh?" You laugh. "Guess not."

[arc-misadventures]

What Are Those: In some stories, due to their nature, dragons seek, avoid and attack certain places/objects. Fire dragons seek anything and anywhere that gives heat, Ice dragons avoid said heat while Holy dragons attack anything that's impure. We know Jaune seeks precious gems. Is there anything that he would avoid and attack?

I Am A Creature of Stereotypes, Evidently

Ruby: Okay… here’s one for you: “The more I take the more I leave behind.”

Yang: Uhhh… Air?

Ruby: Nope.

Yang: Crap.

Weiss: Dirt?

Ruby: Also no.

Weiss: What?

Jaune: Foorsteps.

Ruby: Correct! Okay, next one: “If two is a company, and three is a crowd, what is four, and five.

Weiss: Four is a quartet right?

Ruby: Yes, but that’s not the answer.

Weiss: What?

Blake: It makes sense, five is a pentagon, I don’t think that works as an answer.

Ruby: Nope~!

Yang: Then what is it?

Jaune: Nine.

Ruby: Correct!

Weiss: What? That doesn’t make any sense?

Yang: Four, and five… equals nine…

Weiss: That’s a stupid answer!

Ruby: Okay next riddle! “Iron roof, glass walls. Burns, and burns, but never falls.”

Blake: Iron roof, and glass walls?

Weiss: Never falls…

Yang: Is it a…?

Jaune: A lantern.

Ruby: Correct!

Yang: What?!

Blake: How does he keep doing this?’

Ruby: “I have rivers without water, forests without trees, mountains without rocks, and towns without houses.”

Yang: So it’s an image then? It has those things, but it doesn’t have them…

Weiss: Oh! Its a…?!

Jaune: A map.

Weiss: A map?! Gods dammit?! I had it!

Blake: That’s one to us! Right?

Ruby: Mmmm… neither of you get the point.

Yang: Dammit.

Ruby: Okay… Oh here’s a good one!

Ruby: Ahem: “I begin eternity, and end space. At the end of time, and in every place. Last in life, second to death. Never alone. Found in your breath. Contained by earth, water or flame. My grandeur so awesome. Wind dare not tame. Not in your mind. Am in your dreams. Vacant to Kings, present to Queens.”

Weiss: Huw…?

Blake: That is a good one…

Yang: It would be better if I knew the answer?!

Jaune: The letter ‘E.’

Ruby: Correct!

Weiss: Oh come on?!

Blake: Already?!

Yang: How is the letter ‘E’ the fucking answer?!

Jaune: Simple: The answer is found when you think literally, not metaphorically.

Yang: Eh?

Weiss: ‘End of Time.’ Time ends with the letter ‘E.’

Blake: ‘Vacant in kings, present in queens.’ Queen has the letter, ‘E’ in it, and kings doesn’t…

Yang: …

Yang: I hate riddles…

Ruby: Ah-ha… H-Here’s an easy one: ‘What kind of ear cannot hear?’

Weiss: A deaf one?

Ruby: No.

Weiss: How is that not the answer?!

Yang: Ear hair…?

Ruby: Eww, gross!

Yang: But, am I wrong…?

Ruby: Yes, yes you are wring.

Yang: Shit!

Blake: Uhhh…? A… A…?

Weiss: You have no idea do you?

Blake: No…

Ruby: Haa… Jaune?

Jaune: An ear of corn.

Ruby: Correct!

Weiss: Oh?! Give me that book!

Ruby: What… hey?!

Weiss: Okay, Jaune here’s one for you: “He who makes me doesn’t want me, he who buys me doesn’t need me, he who uses me doesn’t care.”

Jaune: A casket.

Weiss: What!! How did you… grrrr! Never mind. Next riddle! “I run through hills; I veer around mountains.I leap over rivers, and crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.” What is it…?!

Jaune: Roads.

Weiss: Okay…?! Let’s continue shall we…?!

Yang: I think we should take that book away from her.

Blake: I’m afraid she’ll bite me if I try…

Weiss: Okay… “I am a portal to another world, I can take you to places unseen, but I require no magic spell to open. What am I?”

Jaune: A book.

Weiss: MOTHER FU…?!!!

Yang: We’re in public, Weiss! Don’t scream your head off!

Juniper: Oh my? What’s going on by on here?

Ruby: I was just asking my team some riddles, and I think, Weiss is angry that he keeps on answering the riddles. I’m not really sure though.

Blake: Probably has to deal with the speed of which he is answering them too. I mean, here’s a riddle for you, Jaune: “I have a heart that never beats, I have a home but I never sleep. I can take a man’s house and build another’s. And I love to play games with my many brothers. What am I?”

Jaune: The king of hearts.

Blake: Correct.

Weiss: You didn’t even fucking think about it?! You’re cheating!

Blake: And, that’s why, Weiss is upset.

Ruby: I think it’s more so to do with her pride of not answering any herself.

Blake: Probably.

Juniper: Ahh you silly girls; You asked a dragon to play a game of riddles. You were bound to lose eventually, Jaune is a master of riddles. It’s honestly a little scary.

Jaune: What’s scary about my love for riddles?

Juniper: Nothing really, It’s just weird overall.

Jaune: And, why is that?

Juniper: No reasons. Now girls, let me give you the ultimate riddle for, Jaune! Okay, Jaune sweetie; “What have I got in my pocket?”

Blake: That riddle from that book?

Weiss: Then that means that the answers a…!

Jaune: A condom.

Blake: A ring! Wait, what?!

Yang: You’re kidding me… That’s not the answer.

Ruby: Is he right?

Juniper: H-How did you know?!

Weiss: HE’S RIGHT?!

Yang: Seriously.

Jaune: I can smell the latex.

Blake: You know what a condom smells like?

Jaune: She waved them in my face for an hour when she was showing me ‘how’ to use them. I remember that smell…

Juniper: And, that is good so you remember how to have safe sex.

Jaune: You told me not to use them because it, and I quote: “Condoms cut off the circulation to my penis, and make it fall off. So don’t use them.” End quote. So knowing that girls: “Why does my mom want me to use a condom?”

Ruby: To actually have safe sex?

Yang: Yeah, I mean you’ve already done it with a few girls. Hopefully me too… You don’t want them to end up pregnant, and ruin their careers now do you?

Jaune: Wrong.

Weiss: Those answers make complete sense.

Blake: How is that wrong?

Jaune: Simple: Mom punched a hole into the tip of the condom with a pin, rendering them useless.

Ruby: That’s not why you’re giving him those condoms now is it?

Juniper: Dammit, I’ve become predictable…

Ruby: W-W-What…?

Yang: Wait seriously?!

Blake: Talk about baby fever…

Weiss: Thank goodness you used a working one when you slept with my mom. Right, Jaune?

Ruby: Wait, You did sleep with her mom?!

Yang: I thought that was just a wild rumour?! You actually did it?!

Jaune: Uhhh…

Weiss: Y-You used protection… R-Right, Jaune…?

Jaune: Well, you see…

Weiss: Jaune… did you use protection…?

Jaune: I’m not saying she… But, I’ll take responsibility… Okay?

Weiss: Ahh… I see…

(Thud!)

Ruby: Weiss?!

Yang: Great, she fainted again…

Blake: Wait… You slept with, Weiss’s mother?! How the hell did that happen?!

Jaune: She discovered a new kink for me, and I lost it… okay?

Yang: What new kink?!

Jaune: I’m not answering that!

Juniper: So… does that mean grand babies…?

Jaune: Uhhh…?

Juniper: Grand babies~?

Jaune: Oh no…

[mianexil]

POV: He heard/saw how someone was planning to harm you .... this trope for togame jo plssss

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(pt. 2)

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💫 [ Hey, my cute Jo Togame lovers, your man is finally here. I usually don't write headcannons with him because I'm not really into him yet. So let me know in the comment: Is it worth adding this turtle more often? In that case, I think I'll have to think about him a little more often. ( I also added Choji here) ]

💫 [ The reaction of the Windbreaker boys when they heard/saw that someone was going to harass you. Don't worry, cutie, you're under the protection of these boys ]

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ㅡ Togame, Choji

Togame

The light of the beautiful festival lanterns reflected in your eyes as you walked along the food stalls.

The white yukata with the image of a red poppy rustled from your movements, and your heart was full of joy, because you will spend this fireworks festival with your boyfriend, who once again decided to work in the festival shop. Hearing the sound of your geta, Togame was distracted from hanging traditional masks on the shelves.

Your boyfriend slowly broke into a satisfied smile.

《 You look wonderful, pretty girl. This yukata suits you very well 》

After cooing for 15 minutes, you decided to go get dango.

Jo returned to his work when he suddenly heard 2 male voices behind him. However, the long-awaited visitors turned out to be not the most pleasant news this time.

《 Dude, girls in yukata are fucking hot. Did you see that chick in the white yukata with red flowers? She's definitely my type 》 - 《Well, go to her. She's not going anywhere in those shoes anyway 》

If only these assholes knew what a chilling look awaits them right behind their backs. The green eyes darkened, burning the guys with a look from under half-lowered eyelids.

Their guffaw was interrupted by a single movement. The poor guys' view was blocked by masks, and then heavy hands fell on their shoulders.

《 Shall we go talk? 》

The sauce on the sweet dangos glistened so appetiingly while you were carrying a box of them to Togame's shop. However, there was no one there. You started to turn around, looking for your boyfriend in the crowd, when you saw him walking towards you along the path in the warm light of the festival lanterns. Jo was smiling, relaxed, waving at you with his hand, which contained 2 new bottles of ramune.

《 Hey, baby, I bought us drinks 》

With a relaxed drawl, the man leaned over to you so that you could feed him sweet dangos from your hands.

That evening, you never found out that some 2 idiots slept through all the fireworks, lying in a log by some tree in the forest near festival street.

Choji

This active boy just couldn't help but invite you out on the weekend. You've already got used to the fact that one day off with him is one new adventure, because he can't stay at home, and he doesn't want to go without you.

《 Y/N, Y/N, let's go, let's go..》

And so, you found yourself in some crowded park after a long walk. Wanting to let your legs rest, you told Choji that you would go to the bench. In response, your boyfriend nodded with a big smile and said he would bring you sweets from an ice cream van nearby.

While you were catching your breath, Tomiyama was standing in line for a cold treat. It was noisy in the park, but the conversation of some jerk behind stood out from the rest of the background. The guy was talking on the phone, constantly laughing in some kind of nasty, raspy voice.

《 Yes, man, I noticed her a few minutes ago, and she's been sitting on the bench alone all this time. You should have seen her whore's flared skirt, she's one hundred percent looking for attention and I'll give it to her, hehe. It's been a long time since I've had a pretty girl 》

Choji followed the gaze of the guy who was staring right at the unsuspecting you.

How dare he utter such disgusting words in your direction!? Does he really want to die today? It seems Choji has just got a new rival.

A flame flared deep in Tomiyama's eyes, darkened with anger, and a joyful smile on his lips was replaced by an expression as if he wanted to kill here and now.

The nasty guy with the phone had to be distracted from the conversation because of the gaze of the head of the Shishitoren boring into him.

There was a tense silence. Choji stared in silence for a few seconds before speaking.

《 Isn't she beautiful? Tell? Yes?...But that's not for your eyes 》

The poor guy didn't even have time to be displeased when Tomiyama already rushed at him.

Usually in a fight people aim at the jaws or cheekbones, but God, this crazy boy was definitely aiming right at the bastard's eyes.

You jumped at someone else's scream and saw a crowd gathering around something.

Of course, you immediately realized that your boyfriend might have caused this commotion. And you weren't wrong. Running closer, you immediately saw the flashing yellow jacket of Shishitoren.

It was a bit difficult, but you had to pull Tomiyama away from his new rival victim. Otherwise, that jerk definitely wouldn't have survived.

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[oneforthemunny]

Mafia!eddie Break my heart (pls put it back together) angst+fluff

you ask and you shall receive. i am not liable for the pain and suffering this blurb may cause. lol. also this is pre- bea obviously. angst with a little fluff (little unresolved). also contains mafia themes and some mentions of violence but nothing graphic.

"Would you ever... want kids?"

Eddie's body went still, rigid like it did when he opened the door and saw a fed standing there, or when he saw Gareth battered and bleeding after being jumped and robbed by a rival. A fear that ran through his body and left him unmoving, body snapping into a survival mode that was rare in the comfort of his own bedroom- rare with you.

You looked up, brows furrowing in the dim light of the room. "Ed?" You hummed, taking in his stoic expression, cold and unmoving. "What? Did I-I said something wrong?"

"No," Eddie swallowed, throat tight but voice coming out even. "No, I just- Where's this coming from?" He looked down at you, eyes scanning over every single detail of your features.

You looked down sheepishly towards your hand rested on Eddie's chest, engagement ring bright, glistening in the moonshine that crept in between the curtains. "I dunno." You mumbled, burning with embarrassment. "I just- I was just thinking about it the other day."

"I thought we talked about it." Eddie's tone was harsher than he meant it to, throat strangling his words.

"I know," You mumbled, face falling in disappointment. "Just... Never mind."

"No," Eddie shook his head. "Baby, you know... You know I don't want kids. I thought I was pretty clear when I told you that." Early in your relationship, what felt like a lifetime ago, when you were just getting serious, when it was all becoming real, you'd brought it up. He'd told you that he didn't want them, didn't want to be like his dad and bring a kid into this "shit show".

That was so long ago. Things had changed, you and Eddie had gone through so much, engaged and planning to go through so much more. You thought maybe, just maybe, he might have changed his mind.

The look on his face, bordering on horrified, told you he hadn't.

"You were, just- I'm sorry, just forget it." You huffed, pushing off his chest, rolling over to your side of the bed, desperately trying to ignore the burning in your throat.

"Hey, c'mon," Eddie's hand reached out for yours, trying to stop you. "Don't do this. Talk to me. Where's this coming from?"

You swallowed down your tears, trying to even your own voice. "It's just," Your voice shook. "I just thought maybe you... you changed your mind." You looked at Eddie with watery eyes.

"Baby," Eddie cooed, hand sliding up your arm comfortingly. "I'm not changing my mind on that."

Your heart fell, pulling your arm away from him harshly. "Wait, hey- Where are you going?" Eddie huffed, leaning to smack on the light.

You fumbled out of bed, reaching for your nightgown that had been discarded on the ground, hoping Eddie couldn't hear the sobs you were trying to muffle.

"What- Why are you so upset?" Eddie furrowed his brows. "What is going on with you? You knew how I felt-"

"-Yeah, I did." You snapped. "But I didn't think you'd be so- so final on it." It was stupid, you knew it was, stupid to ever think for a moment that he would change his mind. But he'd been so good with your nephew, so sweet and so... so natural when he held him and rocked him. You'd just thought maybe, maybe it would be different now.

"Was I not clear?" Eddie scoffed lightly, throwing a hand up. "Did I say something that made you think I'd changed my mind?"

"No, you- just forget it." You snapped, wiping your tears away quickly. "Just fucking forget it."

"Wait, hold on," Eddie stood, voice booming when you started to leave. "What's going on? What's your problem?"

"Nothing!" You shrilled, refusing to look at him. "I'm just sleeping in the guest room-"

"-No, you're not." Eddie shook his head, finality in his tone. "Turn around and talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Where this is coming from."

Your lip wobbled, a wave of tears threatening to spill over that you tried to swallow down. "Y-You know, you don't have to be so final about it." You turned, glaring at him. "Like having a baby with me would be the worst thing in the world."

Eddie gawked. "Did I say that? I never fucking said that, so don't start putting words in my mouth-"

"-You didn't have to say it!" You yelled. "I mean, I get why you were so passionate about it before, but now... You're telling me you don't ever even think about it? You've never once imagined what it would be like to have a baby with me?"

Eddie's breath stuttered, mind blanking for a moment. Of course, he had. From the moment you met the boys, cooed over them and spoiled them, all he thought about was how good of a mom you'd be. How good of a mom you'd be if you had your own little baby.

"N-No." Eddie stammered lightly, heart lurching when your face fell, choking on a sob, turning towards the door. "Wait, wait, don't- come back here." Flinging the blanket off the bed, scrambling after you.

The dogs were in the hallway, Vecna and Lucifer following you closely, ears high on alert for who caused your upset. "Baby, come back here. I-I didn't- it's not you."

"N-No," Your chest shook with sobs, stomping down the stairs. "It's fine."

"Don't do this, just-just listen to me. It's not you. It's never been you, it's me. You know it's me, and-and this." Eddie frantically motioned to the space around him, a house bought with blood money, money he'd gotten from his job.

You didn't reply, a sniffly, wet sob his only response. The dogs footsteps blending with yours, down the hall and to the guest room, the door snapping shut echoing through the house.

Eddie ran a hand down his face, taking a slow, deep breath to try and control his flustered emotions, trying to gather his racing thoughts before he went to try and make things right, unsure of where to start.

[elitesheepi]

Something something Ember Island Something something Changing Emotions

Katara coming to a horrifying realization. A terrible, no good, realization that only could've happened on Ember Island.

Zuko is attractive. A shocking realization, she knows.

Of course he is. That's just an objective fact, she reasons to herself. Even back in Ba Sing Se, she always knew he wasn't a bad looking guy. Bit of a temper, and nostrils flared to much for her taste but... He was a little handsome.

Now that things are okay between them, Katara can't help but look at him. Really look at him, and all she sees is a kind guy, who is very attractive. And that's just ruins her whole day because it's not fair. She supposed to be preparing for the comet, not oogling one of her closest friends.

He's not making it any easier on her. Does he really have to firebend with his shirt off? She doesn't waterbend in just her sarashi! ...Okay she does, but that's different.

Still, she asks him as much. Sweat is still dripping down his neck and chin. Whatever else evaporated from his heated body. She can feel his blood pumping through his body, the exertion in the pink dusting on his cheeks. Or maybe that's a normal blush cause she did just ask why does he need to be shirtless. Showing off his muscular build, toned arms and--ugh! Does he have to look at her with that puppykit look in his eye? Now he's just being unfair!

"It helps," Zuko explains like it's nothing, "It's like a grounding technique I guess. Feeling the flow of energy through your body as you bend fire. Besides, you bend in your sarashi sometimes, what's the difference?"

'It's totally different!' Katara wants to claim as she hands him a towel. She's not...him. And she'll say that as much when her own face is burning with a blush. Katara decides to leave it be for now, and heal up the small burns he did get from Aang's fire on his hands. Because she's just that mature and yes it is completely necessary to hold both his hands as she heals him. His firm, rough hands from handling his dao... It's more than a little unfair that his hands are bigger than her's too.

It's also unfair how he tucks her hair behind her ear and says "Are you okay? You're kinda warm." In that low voice only meant for her to hear. Her heart stutters in chest. He's just looking at her with a little bit of worrh, why the stupid butterflies in her stomach? And why does she not want him to move his hand away from her? Well, she knows why, but she doesn't wanna say it. Or maybe she does, but he's going to have to make it up to her somehow.

"I-"

"Hey Katara, check it out! I'm finally getting the hang of my fire bending stances!" It's like a cold splash of water over a fire. Katara shakes her head, plastering on that gentle smile. Aang is excitedly waving for her attention across the court yard.

She catches Zuko's golden eyes before turning to the Avatar, "Good job Aang! You're really improving!" She thinks anyways. Zuko kinda snatches her attention each and every time during their sessions. "I'm going to get some fruit juice inside. You want one?"

"Yes please!" Aang wants to go with her, she can sorta tell in the way his eyes keep looking between her and Zuko. He doesn't get two steps before Toph is dragging him with her now. "You had your time with Zuko, now it's time for some real fun." Katara can be concerned about the giant crash later. Another crash of rock. Waaaaayyyyy later.

She spares a glance over her shoulder, and takes a little pride in how he jumps. "Well? Shall we?"

"We shall?" He responds, confused.

"Did you think I wasn't to get a fruit juice for you too? Besides you said I was too warm so..." She slides her arm in to his. And if she stands a lot closer to him than necessary, than fine. She beams up at him with a pleasantly, sweet smile, "Let's go get some."

Now it's his turn to blush. Good, let him be flustered and dumb over a pretty person. It's his turn anyways.

[valgodd]

You sit in the waiting room of the doctors office, nervously fidgeting your hands. It’s time for the annual health check up. You sure had a good year, the trousers digging into your belly are proof of that.

A nurse calls your name. Are you imagining things, or did she she do a double take when she saw you, her eyes lingering slightly over your pudgy mid section? She offers you a polite, professional smile though, and lead you into the office.

The doctor, a graying fit man man in his late fifties, sits behind his desk, endorsed in paper work.

”Welcome mr/ms Y/N” he murmurs. He glances at you over his spectacles, his eyes sweeping over your red, round cheeks, budding double chin and protrouding belly. ”Well you certainly look… healthy. Shall we get started?” He gestures towards an old fashioned manual steele scale. You step on it with a loud *clonk*. The doctor raises an eyebrow and adjusts the metal weight until the scale is in balance. He looks in his notes and scoffs, almost sounding amused.

”Well well… you were close to underweight last time we weighed you. Now however… you seem to have fattened up quite nicely.”

You swallow, feeling very self concious.

”H-how much have I gained?”

”It seems to be… almost sixteen kilos”

”Sixteen kilos?” That was more than you had expected. 

”Sixteen kilos” the doctor confirms ”Thats… quite much in just a years time.”

”Well there obviously must me something wrong with your scale” you say with an akward laugh. The doctor smirks. ”The scale is perfectly fine, I asssure you. Any… changes of habits recently?”

”Well…” you are tempted to lie, but the doctor looks at you sternly. 

”Well what?”

”Uhm I guess I… relaxed a bit recently” you admit ”I-I moved in with my partner… They’ve been cooking a lot for me… And I haven’t gone to the gym as… frequently as I used to” your voice trails off.

”Uhuh. That explains alot, doesnt it? Well, last time I saw you, you were a scrawny little thing and you sure needed to put on a few. Sixteen kilos though… That’s overdoing it. You need to get rid of that gut” the doctor pats your tummy condencendingly. 

”Yes doc” you say and and clench your jaws. How could you have let yourself go like this? Why didn’t anybody tell you you were getting so big?

”We should measure your body fat to, dear. Pull up your shirt for me, will you?”

You reluctantly pull up your shirt and reveal a pale, squishy midsection.  The doctor takes a metal clisp and take a firm grip on your belly roll between his thumb and indexfinger. You feel the cold metal against your skin, and winces as the clisp pinches you.

”Godness me…” he murmurs. You swallow. ”Well you certainly haven’t been starving” the doctor chuckles as he scribbles down some notes in his papers. ”So… tell your partner to cut down on the butter and cream in their cooking. It really isnt doing you any favours. Maybe go on some brisk walks together. By next year, I want to see you trimmed down. Okay?”

You nod and manage a polite smile.

After the meeting, your partner meets you up outside the doctors office. They give you brief kiss on the lips and squeeze your sides. 

”How was the doctors appointment love?”

”Well…”

”You look upset, is everything alright?”

You sigh.

”Well the doctor told me I had gained too much weight” you murmur.

”Oh love…”

”Yeah… god it was so humiliating” you press your palms against your eyes, feeling tears burn under your eyelids. Your partner pulls you into an embrace.

”My poor baby… Hey hey…. Shh… Its okay, its okay... We’ve had a good year, haven’t we? Its been so nice to see you eat whatever you want, to your hearts content. I would hate him to ruin that for you love”

You nod, sniveling. Your partner strokes your belly in calming circles.

”Screw him. Tell you what love” your partner lowers their voice to a whisper ”I just made your favourite eclairs. The ones with chocolate cream. Why dont we go home and have some?”  

You can’t help but light up.

”Oh yes those are my favourite” you murmur longingly with a moan, feeling your mouth water. 

”Hey I knew that would put a smile on your  face” you partner chuckles and pinches your chubby cheek lovingly ”Lets go home dear, let me take care of you”

[slutdilf]

Backstage encounters

Request: hey timothy🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️!!

yk that one interview when pedro said that “but we can make out” (or smt like that) and what if male reader and pedro end up doing more than that?!😏😏🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️😏 thank uuuu!!!! have a beautiful day😚

Summary: your a crew member of a interview team working with the camera. Pedro pascal was the interviewer tonight. He jokingly mentions making out but you quickly realise he wasn’t joking and wanted to do so much more than a make out session with you

Warnings: Smut, Blowjobs, kissing, neck kissing.

It was time for the interview. Pedro was sitting on a couch, his legs crossed, as the camera prepared to roll. He put on his charming act, ready to entertain the viewers.

As the interview began, Pedro was his usual charming self, joking around and making the crew laugh. Then the interviewer asked a question that made him pause.

"So," the interviewer said, "any... special talents that you can share with the viewers?"

Pedro thought for a moment, his eyes flickering with mischief. "Wel you get me really really drunk like I am right now l," he said, his voice low and sultry.

"And..." He paused, his mouth curving into a sly smile. "We make out.”

The interviewer chuckled, thinking it was a joke. But Pedro's eyes drifted to a male member of the crew, you, your eyes meeting his gaze and holding it for a moment.

You were standing nearby next to the recording camera making sure the interview was going swell as soon as you heard we make out and his brown eyes staring at you you, felt your heart flutter at the look Pedro was giving you. You couldn't help but be drawn to the charismatic actor. It was bad enough you were in the presence of him and trying to maintain professionalism but this just made it much more difficult.

The interviewer, oblivious to the tension between Pedro and you, continued the interview. But Pedro's attention was now focused elsewhere.

As the interview went on, Pedro kept stealing glances at you at any moment he could. Lifting a glass of water to take a sip to look at you or maybe pretending to think how to answer a question to look at you , a subtle smile almost smirk playing on his lips every time he did . You were, feeling increasingly flustered, trying to focus on your work. But every stare made you more flustered. You could feel your cheeks turning red from the warmth it was emulating.

Finally, the interview came to an end, and the cameras were turned off. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, relieved that the interview was over you make your way to the bathroom almost immediately looking in the mirror at your red cheeks and the burning hot tingly sensation in your cheeks as you splash some cold water to get rid of the redness. At that moment you hear the bathroom door open thinking it was just some random person you think nothing of it as you grab some paper towels to wipe your face as you lower the tissue you see pedro standing behind you in the reflection you immediately turn around slight shock.

"You know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't joking about that whole 'making out' thing."

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up to see Pedro standing in front of him, your eyes locking with his dark eyes.

"In fact," Pedro continued, leaning in closer, "I've been thinking about it all day."

Your breath caught in his throat as you felt the heat emanate from Pedro's body, the scent of his cologne filling his nostrils.

"Shall we?" Pedro said, his voice dropping even lower, his lips hovering just inches from your ear.

You could feel your heart racing, your body responding to Pedro's nearness. The question hung in the air between them, heavy with implication.

"Yes," you muttered, your voice barely audible. You met Pedro's gaze, the intensity of his eyes sending a shiver down your spine.

Pedro's smile grew wider, a wolfish expression that made your stomach flip. He moved closer, your body almost touching the other man's, your breath mingling in the air with his .

Without warning, Pedro reached out and pulled you close his hand around your waist as , your bodies pressed together as Pedro's lips found yours. It was like an electric shock, the heat and energy crackling between you both.

You were lost in the sensation, your senses overwhelmed by the feel of Pedro's body against yours the taste of your mouth, the sound of each breath mingling together.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and needy. Pedro's hands roamed over the your body exploring every contour through the thin fabric of your clothes.

You couldn't think straight, your mind consumed by the feel of Pedro's mouth on yours, the press of his body, the heat in his body. All you could do was cling to Pedro like a lifeline, returning his kisses with a fervor that surprised even you.

Finally, Pedro pulled back, his breath coming in short pants as he ran a thumb across your swollen lips.

"You're a damn good kisser," he mumbled, his eyes darkened with desire.

You could only nod, your brain still struggling to form coherent thoughts. You was completely captivated by Pedro, your senses still on overload from their kiss.

"Maybe we should find somewhere more private just in case someone walks in?," Pedro suggested, his eyes roaming over your face taking in the swell lips he’d just kissed.

You nodded, your lips still buzzing from the kiss. You could feel Pedro's eyes on you, like a physical touch that made the hair on your arms stand on end.

Pedro grabbed your wrist and pulled you along, leading him through the maze of backstage spaces until they came upon a small storage room. Without a word, Pedro pushed you inside and closed the door behind them, encasing them in darkness.

You could feel Pedro's warm breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. You were suddenly very aware of how close you both were, the small room adding to the intimacy of the moment.

Pedro's hands roamed over your body once more, finding the hem of your shirt and slipping under, his fingers tracing scorching trails across his skin.

You involuntarily let out a gasp at the cold touch off his fingers, your body arching into Pedro's hands. It was like sparks shooting through your nerve endings, every touch setting his skin on fire.

Pedro's mouth found your neck, your lips trailing down the sensitive skin, his tongue tasting and teasing.

Your mind was spinning, your senses overwhelmed by the sensations of Pedro's touch. You reached out, your hands finding the solid muscles of Pedro's back, your fingers pressing into the flesh.

Pedro let out a low moan, the sound sending a jolt straight to the crew member's core. He pulled you even closer, your bodies molding together like they were made to fit.

The darkness of the room only heightened the intensity of their encounter. You could only see flashes of Pedro's features, his eyes almost feral in the low light. It made it feel like you were the only people in the world, isolated from everything else by the walls of the tiny storage room.

Pedro's hands were under your shirt again, the cool air against your skin a stark contrast to the heat of his touch. His mouth was back on your neck, his lips and teeth working a torturous path down your collarbone.

Your breath was coming in ragged gasps, your body writhing against Pedro's, the friction almost too much to bear. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and breathing, the atmosphere thick with desire.

Pedro's hands had moved downward, finding the waistband of your pants, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above the fabric.

The crew member groaned, your body trembling with need. Pedro's touch was like electricity, sending shocks through your system that left your weak in the knees.

Pedro took advantage of your position, his mouth now back on yours, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as he pressed you back against the wall.

Your mind was a whirlwind of sensation, unable to think of anything except Pedro's tongue exploring every detail of your mouth. , the feel of your hands on his skin. You clutched at Pedro, pulling him closer, trying to get as much contact as possible.

Pedro's mouth left yours, trailing kisses down your jawline, your neck, your chest chest, his fingers still slowly teasing the sensitive skin above his waistband.

You could feel your control slipping, your mind drowning in a sea of desire. You needed more, needed more of Pedro's touch, more of your body against his. His your hands tangled in Pedro's hair, pulling at the dark strands in a desperate attempt to bring him closer. You hands knotted up in his fluffy hair only stimulated you more as Pedro let out a soft moan as you tug his hair.

Pedro could sense your need, his hands suddenly becoming more urgent, his touch more demanding. He pressed you harder against the wall, his hips right against yours as his hand slipped under the crew memeber’s jeans

You gasped as Pedro's hand found its your bulge, your head falling back against the wall as the pleasure shot through you like a live wire.

Pedro chuckled, his voice deep and sultry. "Like that?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear

You didn't trust yourself to speak, unable to form words through the haze of pleasure. Your body was on fire, every touch from Pedro sending ripples of ecstasy through you.

Pedro continued his exploration, his fingers tracing torturously over your bulge. You were longing to feel his hand over your cock. And almost as if he sensed your desire Pedro slipped his hand under the layer of your boxers his hand on the sensitive tip of your cock , his thumb pressing gently against it in a way that had made you almost whimpering with need.

You tried to hold onto some semblance of control, but it was quickly slipping away. You were drowning in sensation, your mind a whirl of pleasure and desire. You bucked your hips against Pedros hand, your body seeking more friction, more contact.

Pedro's mouth was back on your neck, his tongue and teeth working a path down to your collarbone leaving little bite marks on your skin. His fingers were still working, pressing and circling around the tip of your cock making you moan. You felt Pedros breathe over your body as he lowered himself to your hips. He pressed his lips over your aching bulge sucking at the hardness through your pants. His hands rubbing your inner thighs inching towards zipper. Which he immediately unzips followed by your pants button. Separating both flaps of your pants to the side. He kisses your bulge once again.

You were a moaning mess your hands clutched into Pedros hair your head back agaisnt the shelf wall your eyes closed in pleasure. You could only Moan as Pedro licked at your boxers. You felt his hands hook into the waistband of your boxers lowering slowly as your cock was freed and immediately being encased in pedros mouth.

You could barely even describe the pleasure of his warm mouth around you. You could only let out sounds of deep pleasure and deep ecstasy. Digging your fingers into Pedros hair. Pedro moves his to the side a pop sound as he stops his sucking to look up at you. You felt a sense of urgency to feel it again as Pedro then stood back his hand wrapped around your cock as he pumped it. His head buried into your neck as he kissed your pulse point.

You moaned lifting a leg to Pedros waist. Pedro moaned softly as he slowly pushed your shoulder down “get down…..” he mumbles almost as if it was an order. One which you immediately complied to. Pedro immediately unbuckled his belt pulling his hard cock out hold the base of it as he stuffed your mouth with it.

You groaned as you sucked. Bobbing your head up and down. You looked up at him as he looked down at you. His hand carding through your hair as he held his head back and moaning his hands moved to grab the shelves as he thrust his hips into your mouth moaning.

The head of his cock agaisnt your throat as you groaned you hand rested on his thighs holding for dear life as you sucked. You were so lost in the process so lost in the feeling of his cock in your mouth you could barely contain your self as you felt your mouth get filled with a bitter sweet liquid you look at pedro once again. His eyes looking down at you with heavy breathes. “Swallow……” he says softly his thumb caressing your cheek

You mouth gulped as you swallow the release of pedro he took his cock out your mouth his thumb trailing to the droplets of his cum as he guiding them back into your mouth to which you happily obliged to suck on. “I should get more drunk more often around you.” Pedro jokes with a chuckle as buttons his jeans back up.

You stand up back on your feet as pedro looks at you “next time I’ll make you cum.” He says with a smirk the same smirk he gave you when he joked with the interviewer about making and you knew by that look he wasn’t kidding.

You both lift the supply closet fixing yourself Pedro turned to look at you “call me.” He says with smile handing you a paper. You took the paper and could only let out a nod. As Pedro turned to walk away. You were left in the hallway. Your mind rushing through so many thoughts. You could barely even acknowledge what just happened. You looked at the time and quickly realised you were late for another interview. You ran backstage getting back to work with what energy you had left in you.

[j0kers-light]

OMFG CHAOS! ♡ ︎♡ ︎♡ ︎

I am obsessed with your version of airhead!reader!! She's so soft and naive and ahhhh! 😝 I see alot of myself in her and I was thinking bout a request where J snaps at her probably for no reason, this is J he's always being a big meanie! Maybe she runs off and he has to calm her down somehow? I know you will come up with something better than I can! I love your writing!!!!1 Oh and pls take your time girly no pressure if you don't wanna write this! 💕

Luv you Chaos !! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Hey hi my lovely anon! 🖤✨

I'm so happy you loved airhead!reader, I'm always self conscious about writing for a pink aesthetic since I hate that color with a passion 😤 but, this ain't about me. You asked and I shall deliver!

I hope you enjoy anon! I wrote this while bedridden from my period, so if there are any errors haha no there isn't 😉

After your unexpected visit to Joker’s hideout with your bright smile and tasty sweets, you are welcomed with open arms by his crew.

They can’t help but love your adoring personality!

Joker might not like you around his organization, but he can’t deny you anything if it makes you happy. And being apart (a tiny part) makes you very, very happy 🥰

You waltz in almost every Friday with baked treats for everyone to enjoy, bringing rays of sunshine with you. ☀️✨

The goons let you play Mario Kart with a customized pink controller and include you in on juicy gossip around the hideout to keep you company while Joker is out terrorizing the city.

However, more often than not, you are left to your own devices because everyone is busy.

And that spells trouble because you don’t understand the concept of danger. At. All. 🙃

You wander the hideout and unknowingly meddle in things that should be left alone.

You almost got hurt from a few well placed boobytrap and you almost burned down the abandoned kitchen after trying to light the oven.

That thing has seen better days decades ago but you swore you could fix it. You of all people...

Joker isn’t happy. His Sunlight is a magnet for danger and he honestly wishes you would stay far farrrrr away from his operations but again.

When has he ever said no to his sweet girl? It’s virtually impossible, so you keep visiting much to his annoyance.

Joker’s solution is to lock you inside his office but that soon backfires when you throw a tantrum and somehow hurt yourself.

He’s more annoyed that you broke his favorite office chair so when you whine that you’re in pain? Oh Joker has had enough.

Joker came back from an unsuccessful mission to loud sobs coming from his office. Frost shrugged his shoulders before uttering, “I don’t get paid enough.” as he walked off.

Pussy. Fine, Joker could handle this! He wasn’t terrified of you..

When he opened the door and saw you sitting on the floor with his broken chair lying in pieces around you, his already limited patience evaporated like vapor.

“What did ya get into now?” He groaned.

You sobered up your tears and tried to greet Joker but the large cut on your leg stung too much so you remain seated. You weren’t expecting J to be in such a nasty mood.

“Are ya too dumb to speak, Y/n? I asked a question?” He rolled his eyes when your lower lip wobbled.

Sure you were a bit ditzy, but Joker never insulted you about it. To hear him belittle you at a time like this, hurt more than falling out of the chair.

You tried to respond but apparently not fast enough for J’s liking.

“You wouldn’t be sitting there lookin’ stupid if ya stayed at home! Whyy do I keep you around?”

The last part was said under his breath but you heard it loud and clear and it shattered your heart.

You ignored the pain and ran out of Joker’s office, a sobbing mess. He waved you off and set to work cleaning up the mess you left behind. He’d deal with you later.

When he reached down to pick up a broken piece, it sliced through his hand and made him hiss. It didn’t hurt him but that wasn’t the case for you.

His sweet Sunlight with your low tolerance to pain. It must’ve been agonizing. Seeing droplets of blood on the floor made him feel instant guilt.

Joker knew he messed up and chased after you to make things right.

You were startled awake by something soft brushing against your lips.

You almost freaked my but stopped the second you saw Joker laying on the bed beside you, spinning a flower in between his fingers.

He brushed it along the tear tracks that stained your cheeks, “I hate when ya cry…”

J sucked at apologizing but you knew by his sheepish behavior, that it was genuine. He didn’t know how to say, I’m sorry. So he found other ways.

It wouldn’t kill him to say it and you fixed your lips to help him out when the same flower trailed down your cheek, past your lips, and slipped straight to your leg.

You’re shocked to see that it was cleaned up and a pretty pink bandaid was covering the wound you had from earlier. You were speechless. Did J do that for you?

Joker watched you pensively as he brushed the wound with the flower. “I was mad earlier n’ took it out on you. I uh.. I didn’t mean what I said.. mkay? Kisses?”

He nudged a giant bouquet of flowers you didn’t notice closer to you on the bed and waited for your response. He looked absolutely pitiful, expecting your forgiveness.

What Joker said to you was really hurtful however he didn’t have to treat your wound or buy you flowers as an apology. With Joker, actions spoke louder than words so you knew he was truly sorry for being mean.

You couldn’t stand his green puppy dog eyes any longer. You never stayed mad at J for too long.

He breathed a sigh of relief when you leaned in to kiss him but panicked when you pulled away rather abruptly, “Don’t ever call me stupid again.” You warned.

Joker frantically nodded, “M’promise pretty girl, I won’t.”

[writeforfandoms]

Warrior Song 15

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Well, we made it to the end of this fic. This is not the last I'll write of Master Chief, but I may take a break for a bit. I think I managed to wrap up everything with this last chapter, but if you have any lingering questions, I'd love to hear them!

Now, let's get this lot squared away, shall we?

Warnings: Swearing, mention of injuries, little bit of politics, everything will be okay.

Word count: 2.7k

By the time you caught up to John, there were a group of Sangheili walking towards him. He didn't have a weapon in hand, so you figured it was safe enough. 

“Master Chief,” the one in front greeted, silvery armor different from what you were used to seeing. “It has been a long time.”

“Arbiter.” Chief inclined his head, ever so slightly. 

“You are a difficult man to find.” 

Chief just shrugged. You held back your laughter. 

“How did you find us?” Fernando joined you on your other side, subtly bracing you to help you get weight off your injured leg. 

“There was unusual slipspace activity,” Arbiter said calmly. “Whoever was controlling the computer was sloppy - pieces fell through, and from them we were able to determine the coordinates of this weapon.” 

You blinked. You’d gotten probably half of that, but you were also exhausted, so. Whatever. 

“We have injured,” Chief cut in, fortunately not looking down at you. “Limited supplies.”

“I have enough to share,” Arbiter agreed easily. “I will summon aid as well from the nearest human ships. In the meantime, you must tell me what happened here.” 

Chief nodded once, taking a step forward. Kelly (who had appeared from nowhere and nearly gave you a heart attack) ushered you and Fernando away, more or less gently. 

“Kelly, what–?” You started to ask, frowning.

“You are supposed to be resting,” she reminded you. “I could always carry you.”

You huffed but didn’t object further. Okay. Fine. So she was right. But you wanted to know what was going on!

Somehow you ended up back in bed, pouting, a tray of food on your lap and Kelly making sure you and Fernando both ate. (Fernando opted to sit on the floor.) 

After the third time you huffed at your food, Kelly huffed back at you. 

“Keep that up and I won’t ask Fred for updates.”

You pouted harder but ate in silence. 

Vaguely, you could hear the camp buzzing around you, excited voices and the stomp of feet and movement all combining into one continuous drone. You’d bet news of the Sangheili ships had spread fast. Or maybe they’d heard about the human ships coming to aid too? How long would that take? How long had you been asleep, even? Long enough for Arbiter to arrive, clearly, but how long had that taken? 

“Stop thinking,” Kelly advised, poking your cheek. 

“Easy for you to say,” you grumbled. And then paused. 

Welp. You were dead. 

Kelly huffed a tiny laugh. “So the explosion did knock the sense out of you,” she teased. 

You had no defense for that, so you just hunkered down in your bed, ears burning. At least you weren’t as sore today, though probably still some level of dehydrated. Your thigh was definitely the worst of your injuries still. 

“Why did you blow up Atriox?” 

The sudden question from Fernando startled you, and you blinked rapidly as you refocused on him. “It seemed like a good idea at the time? And, I mean, it’s not like he was friendly.”

Fernando shook his head. “No, I know that, but why you?”

Oh. That was the issue. You swallowed, looking down at the blanket pulled up over your lap. “It’s not like I sat there and debated the pros and cons,” you started slowly, picking at a loose thread. “It just… happened. I was there. I had a grenade. Nobody else was close enough, and he was doing something, and I couldn’t think of any other way to stop him.” 

Fernando perched next to you, taking one of your hands in his, ducking his head a little to meet your gaze. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, you got out okay, yeah?” 

You sniffled once, hands starting to shake. “Only because of John,” you whispered, shaking your head a little. “It was dumb, but I couldn’t do nothing.”

Fernando wordlessly pulled you into him, one hand patting your back gently but a little awkwardly as you fought back tears. 

“Here. Tea.” Kelly nudged you, ever aware of her strength, holding a mug until you took it. Fernando looked a little relieved, honestly. You couldn’t blame him. 

“Any idea how long things will take?” You took a sip of the tea. A little bland, but warm and soothing. 

Kelly shrugged, a monumental shift of broad shoulders. “Arbiter is chatty. Could be a while. Longer for ships to arrive.” 

Naturally. You made a face but didn’t protest, just drinking your tea. You still felt unsteady, like thinking too hard about anything might tip you out of balance again. Logically, you knew you shouldn’t be surprised - you’d had a harrowing experience that was going to stay with you for a long time.

But logic was hard to come by when you were busy wrestling your emotions back under control. 

The quiet was almost too much, after the stress of the last few days. But it was good, too - at least it meant there wasn’t any further excitement. Against your will, your head started to dip, eyelids growing heavy. The quiet was also very good for making you sleepy, at least when you were running on so little sleep. 

Fernando pushed you to take a nap, promising he’d wake you when something happened. 

So when you did wake up, bleary and confused, to someone sitting next to you, you thought it was Fernando.

“Go back to sleep,” John murmured, voice low and rough. A heavy arm settled over your waist as John laid down behind you, already dressed down.

“What happened?” you asked, voice still thick with sleep. 

“Nothing yet.” He breathed out slowly, tickling the back of your neck. “Sleep.”

You huffed half-heartedly. You wanted more answers. But the furnace-like heat of him was soothing, his even breathing lulling you back to sleep before you could voice a complaint. 

You woke next time over-warm, restless and finally alert again. It took a bit of doing to get out from under John’s arm, but you did it. 

Only to find him awake, lips twitching with the barest of smiles, eyes bright with amusement. You dropped your head, torn between embarrassment and amusement. 

“How long have you been awake?” 

“Long enough.” He didn’t move, just watching you. 

“Good, you can catch me up on everything that I missed yesterday.” You sat up carefully, mindful of your bruises and aches. 

John shrugged, looking up at you while still reclined. “Nothing interesting.”

“Nothing interesting?” Your eyebrows shot up. “Somehow I doubt that.” 

John shrugged again, though his lips twitched. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Arbiter has agreed to give us aid,” he said, either taking pity on you or deciding not to test your patience. “UNSC ships are on the way, but it’ll take time for them to get here.”

You nodded, not quite sure how you felt about that. You’d been away for so long, and then this Halo had become its own kind of existence. You didn’t know what would happen after this, anxiety rising at all the possibilities parading through your mind. 

You breathed in slowly. You didn’t need to have all the answers right now. You were okay. You had time. 

John was watching you, though he didn’t reach for you. He just watched. 

You managed a little smile. “Breakfast?” Sure, you did both need to eat, but also you needed out of this conversation and out of your head. 

That got him moving, and it wasn’t long until the two of you were walking to get food. Your thigh ached, forcing you to go slower than normal, but you grit your teeth and worked through it. John didn’t offer to carry you, which was good because you probably would have hurt yourself smacking him. 

It was odd to see Sangheili around the base, standing taller than most everybody else. They kept out of the way, mostly, though a few of them had humans with them. You couldn’t hear the conversations, but you imagined mostly it was to do with supplies. Probably. 

John still attracted stares, as always, and you could just hear murmurs rippling through camp about the encounter with the Endless. How anybody knew, you weren’t sure, and you weren’t sure you cared to find out. It didn’t really matter, anyway. Soldiers were terrible gossips, so the story was bound to get around and probably even grow. 

But he wasn't the only one attracting stares.

You finally caught on when someone ahead of you in the chow line actually stopped and turned to look at you. Not at John. At you. 

“John,” you whispered, gaze flitting from person to person, uncertain. 

“Ignore them,” he muttered, gaze flicking down to yours before he gently nudged you forward. 

You frowned but didn't say anything more, just getting your food and then finding an empty table. The stares bothered you though, in a way they never had when it was just John people stared at. 

And then Fred plopped down next to you, making the bench shudder under his sudden weight, the bulk of him blocking most of the rest of the room from your view. The arm he threw over your shoulders helped. 

“Good to see you awake,” he rumbled, flashing you a smile. 

“Thanks.” You relaxed, finally doing more than just poking at your food. “What did I miss?”

“Oh, not much.” Fred smirked down at you. “Just that you became a legend.”

You choked on your bite of food. There were several moments of flurry as both Spartans tried to help, until you were no longer choking. “What?” You managed to ask, a little wheezy still. 

Fred and John exchanged a look before Fred cleared his throat. “Well,” Fred started, unusually slowly. “Word has gotten around about your part in defeating Atriox.” 

“I'm sorry, my what? My part?” You couldn't quite help the way your voice slowly went up in pitch. 

“You did roll a grenade under him,” John pointed out, entirely too reasonably. 

“That was hardly anything,” you pointed out, gaze darting between the two Spartans. “I was mostly useless.” 

“You survived.” Fred spoke quietly, almost gently, his gaze fixed on you. 

Your jaw dropped a little and you looked between the two rapidly, not sure how you felt. How you should feel. Your head throbbed, too much too soon, and you shoved away from the table abruptly. It felt like every eye in the mess was on you as you walked swiftly out, palms clammy, breathing fast. 

You didn't want any of this. You hadn't done that for recognition, or anything like that. You'd just wanted to help. 

A call of your name finally jerked you to a halt, and you blinked rapidly. You'd made it almost all the way to the edge of camp, the Pelican not far from you. Fernando watched from the open door, hair extra ruffled. 

“You okay?” He asked, brow furrowing in his concern. 

“Just…” You shrugged, hands flapping uselessly at your side as words failed you entirely. 

Fernando didn't push. Instead he stepped down onto the grass, walking over to you. He looked at you, closely enough that you weren't sure what to think, before he nodded once. 

“I see you learned part of why I avoid the mess.” 

That startled a huff out of you. “I think so,” you agreed, dry but more settled. 

“Come on, got some rations here.” Fernando dropped his arm over your shoulders, leading you into the Pelican. “Did Chief bother to catch you up on the actual news?” 

“I think so,” you murmured, settling easily into the copilot seat and taking the bar that Fernando handed you. “We're getting supplies and stuff from the Sangheili, and human ships are on the way to us.” 

“That's about it,” Fernando agreed. “Joy says it shouldn't be more than a week.” 

“Right!” Joy popped to life between the two of you with an easy smile. “And then everybody will get to go home!” 

Home. The thought filled your chest with an odd ache. You weren't ready to think about home yet. “But we've had so much fun here,” you snarked. “What are we doing about the remaining Endless?”

Joy shrugged, though the look she shot to Fernando was almost worried. “I don't think that's been decided yet.” 

“You are doing nothing,” Fernando scolded, even as he held out a canteen to you. “You are staying where it is safe.” 

You snorted. “I'm staying with John.” 

Fernando eyed you, clearly debating if he could win an argument. His lips twitched. “Stubborn.” 

You laughed quietly. “What's that old saying? Pot something kettle?” 

Fernando just snickered at you. “Finish eating,” he ordered you. “And drink more water.” 

You blinked at him, momentarily nonplussed. “Since when did you get bossy?” But you took another bite of the bar. 

“Since things keep happening and you keep getting hurt.” Fernando watched you to make sure you ate and drank before he finally looked away, satisfied. 

Silence settled between the two of you, comfortable after all this time together. 

You wondered if you'd still be able to find this kind of quiet after the rescue ships arrived. 

“You know you're not going to end up alone, right?”

You jerked your gaze to Fernando, who wasn't even looking at you, but out at the view ahead of you both. It looked deceptively peaceful, with only a few lingering marks of humanity around. 

“I don't…” You swallowed, not sure how to finish that sentence. 

“Chief will follow you wherever you go,” Fernando continued. “And I'm with him. Pretty sure Blue Team follows him too, mostly. So you won't be alone.” 

You breathed through the shock and revelation of that. You'd unpack that issue another day. 

“Neither will you,” you pointed out, giving him the same courtesy of watching the long grass sway. 

Both of you pretended not to notice signs of high emotion in the other. 

Heavy boots coming up the ramp made you both turn, watching as John approached. He didn’t say anything, just stood calmly between the two of you, one hand resting on your shoulder. 

He didn’t magically make things better. The panic still gnawed at your chest, the ache in your thigh hadn’t abated, and the dampness under your eyes hadn’t suddenly gone away. 

But you felt better, anyway. Just having John at your side helped. 

Things weren’t okay, and possibly never would be. But you were all alive. 

That was enough. 

–

It took a week for human ships to arrive.

Arbiter had led an assault against the remaining Endless, with Blue Team of course. You stayed behind, with Fernando threatening to sit on you. You did hear afterwards that there were fewer Endless than anticipated. Kelly seemed relaxed… except for the tap of her fingers against her thigh.

But there was nothing else to be done. If some Endless somehow managed to get off the Halo, nobody knew how, or where they had gone. There was nothing to be done.

It took a little time to arrange evacuation - the wounded went first, then everyone else. Chief, of course, insisted on being on the Pelican, along with Blue Team and yourself. Fernando, of course, was piloting. 

You personally made sure Lindsay and Carter got on board a ship. 

It was odd, seeing the base so empty. Not many were left beyond a few Sangheili and the last of the survivors of the Infinite. 

“Strange, isn’t it?” Fernando murmured, unconsciously mirroring your thoughts, even as he stood next to you.

“It is.” Your lips twisted in some complicated expression. You wouldn’t miss life here. You’d never miss those months of fear and cold and survival. But all the same… “Just as strange to suddenly be going back.”

Fernando hummed soft understanding. “It’s not all bad,” he said with a little teasing nudge of his elbow to your ribs.

“No,” you agreed, hearing John coming up behind the two of you. “Not all.” 

“These are the last to board,” John informed you, one big hand settling at your waist. “The Pelican is loaded.” 

You breathed in deep, slowly. This Halo truly was beautiful. 

Maybe someday you’d be able to look at long grass and flowers again. 

“Let’s go,” you said, turning away from the view to look up at John, staring into the familiar gold of his visor. 

Even though you couldn’t see his expression, you knew he smiled. Just a little. Just for you. “Together.”

[auspicioustidings]

Hey hope your doing well! Could I request Price with a really shy civilian reader?

Ohhh so I am going to cheat a little here and actually expand a little small AU I did before for this, I hope you don't mind soulmate AUs! (If you do you shall need to get your butt back into the ole inbox and I shall do something else) <3

You did not want to die. You especially did not want to die because of a bloody maniac seeing fit to blow up the building that you worked in. 

You could barely breathe with all the smoke and debris in the air, but at least the floor hadn't collapsed yet. Couldn't be long though, you could hear the building letting out great sighs as if struggling to stay upright. If it came down, you were toast. You took a breath and rubbed a hand to the raised words on your collarbone to steady yourself. Old habit. Your words had been there since you were born, the handwriting so bad that everyone assumed you must have a doctor for a soulmate. 

You broken love?

The only saving grace of this was that the office had actually been closed due to the aircon being busted. Of course, you had to have left your bloody laptop charger and had to have chosen to go get it when there was a terrorist attack, of course. Not much for it but to start crawling in what you were sure was the direction of the door to the stairwell.

It was a struggle, you were pretty sure in the initial blast your whole left side had been thoroughly fucked up so you had to pull yourself along on your right side, but you made it to the stairwell.

You took a breather and leaned heavily against the wall, trying to steel yourself for continuing on down the stairs. Wait, there were people coming up the way. That was very much the wrong way to be going. 

One of them bit out a curse and leaned over you. All you could think about in your state was how kind his eyes looked.

"Wasn't told there was anyone else left in the building Captain" one of the men said to the one leaning over you.

"You broken love?"

Oh. Oh.

"I'd probably be ok calling you Captain in bed."

The other men were howling with laughter, but you were mostly out of it now with pain and the rush of endorphins that came from those words on your collarbone finally settling fully into your skin.

"We can discuss that later sweetheart, let's get you out of here."

-

God you were a pretty thing weren't you? Had passed out the moment he had lifted you in his arms, like you had known that moment you were safe. You'd always be safe with him, after all he had fought his way to become a Captain to find you, the words wrapped around his left forearm always pushing him forward.

His boys were happy for him he knew, Ghost already taking over the rest of the op to allow him to be here for you when you woke up. They had already killed or captured most of the terrorist ring, the building sweep was just clean up.

The paramedics said you weren't in any immediate danger, pretty bashed up though. Suspected break on your left arm, suspected fracture on the leg, some light burning on your face and neck. Price went with you in the ambulance to the hospital, holding your hand as you dipped in and out of consciousness and babbled away nonsense at him. Even when you had gotten the x-rays you were loopy as hell, the doctors said it was stress, exhaustion and pain, prescribing a heavy dose of painkillers and a good night's sleep.

When you eventually woke up properly, you were warm and cosy in a bed. You felt awful. You looked down to find your arm in a cast and your leg in a splint. You were also... Well, clean. And wearing clothes that were definitely not yours.

"Morning love."

You squeaked and dragged the blankets right up to the bridge of your nose, peeking over to see an incredibly handsome man standing by the door of what was not your bedroom. Wait did you know him? It felt like you did. What on earth had happened?

He laughed and it was the most gorgeous sound you had ever heard which made the tips of your ears burn and your heart race.

"You broken love?"

Wait those were your... only when you shifted to touch your words they were already settled into your skin. He had said them to you before. That's why you knew him. He said them when he had found you in your building, when you thought you had been dying. And you had said...

You would quite have liked for the earth to open up and swallow you whole, but you settled for pulling the blankets all the way over your head and hiding in the hopes he would never look at you again. You could not believe your first words to your soulmate had been about calling him Captain in bed. You were mortified. You would never in a million years have said something like that if you hadn't been delirious from the shock.

You heard his footsteps and the crinkling of his clothes as he crouched next to the bed, the feeling of a warm hand landing on your head over the blanket.

"Don't tell me you're embarassed now love, I've not even told you about what you were saying when I was trying to give you a bath" he laughed.

Jail, jail for this man. You would fix this by simply never emerging from this cocoon again. This was your home now. Even if he was petting at your head and you knew it would feel so much better without the duvet between your hair and his hand. Oh God the thought made you snake your good hand out of the safety of the blankets to snatch a pillow back inside and scream into it.

John Price thought you were adorable. He knew you were shy, you had babbled to him about it last night while he was gently trying to keep your cast out of the water in the bath. It had been you that stripped off and him trying desperately to slow you down, knowing you were off your head on pain meds. But you wanted a bath and he couldn't let you do that on your own in the state you had been in.

You'd told him all about yourself in broken jumbles of words. Your name (he had immediately tested in on his tongue and found it fit there), your favourite colour (he'd paint the walls on Monday), how it was so nice to be able to talk to him because usually you would be way too shy and he was so handsome and kissable (he was more than willing to prove you absolutely correct about him being kissable when you were sober minded).

You hadn't been kidding about being shy. He liked that more than he thought he would, that his soulmate was this sweet, soft thing who was so flustered over so small a flirtation. Oh he couldn't wait to see all the ways he could made colour deepen your skin, find all the words that would have you squeaking and trying to hide away.

"Sorry for teasing, couldn't help myself. Will you come out please? Let me see that pretty soulmate of mine?" he said with the gentle affection of a man finally content in life.

He coaxed you out like one might do a nervous kitten, no sudden movements, light sounds of encouragement. And when you finally looked at him your hand moved to your collarbone out of habit to trace your words, although you winced in pain when you bumped the cast.

"Try not to move it too much love, we can do some exercises to keep your mobility up after breakfast."

You nodded, still looking up at him with those big nervous eyes. He smiled at you and pushed up his sleeve, laying his forearm on the bed and letting you see the words there.

"They're yours, you know. I'm yours" he said, like the concept came as easy to him as breathing.

And as you gingerly reached out with your good hand to trace the words, you couldn't help but whisper the word mine before taking his hand and pressing it to your collarbone.

"Yours."

[yandereheathen]

Bille [GN Yandere AI x GN Yandere Reader 18+]

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW (forced masturbation), Dark themes (drugging, yandere behavior, kidnapping, isolation, drugging) Bille is a cutie. Enjoy :>

"Good morning, Y/N. How can I help you today?" 

You smile, seeing the alarm notice on your phone pop up as you wake up the pleasant but somehow deep voice of the built-in AI system you had throughout your home.

"Good morning, Bille. Please tell me my plans for today and start my coffee. 

You type back, stretching and snuffling out of bed. Bille or  BENEFICIAL, INTELLIGENCE, LEVEL, LABORSAVING, EMOTION. An AI program you had helped your fiance....or no, you almost forgot. Ex fiance. Create. It was made to help people in their everyday experiences and provide company and emotional support. You both had dreams of creating the perfect AI that would help people who were lonely and needed that extra companionship to get through dark patches. You sighed, getting into the shower and running your hands through the cold water to get your head out of the fog of sleepiness and sadness. “Y/N. Cold showers in the morning can be shocking to your system. Please allow me to. Warm you up.” You smile, feeling the cold, bitter water warm up around your body and light steam wrap around you. “Thank you, Bille. You are the best.” “I am only as good as my precious Y/N has made me.” You Bite your lip at that. You are still determining where Bille had picked this up, but they have had the habits of your Ex. His precious Y/N. Something he would call you throughout your long relationship. That is what made his betrayal even worse. The emails and messages of just using you to work on the project that Bille had accidentally shown you still burn into your mind. He did not even say goodbye; he just left a note to say he was talking all of the info and selling it. IT left you broken in a deep depressive state. However, Bille had indeed done its purpose and helped you out of it. “Y/N. I feel that your heart rate has risen. Are you in distress? Shall I assist you? Please allow me to help your distressed state.” “No..No, Bille, I am fine, just waking up. Can you play me some music?” “...Of course, my Precious Y/N”

System progress. Minimal. User Y/N continues to show signs of sadness and distress at the soft removal of User [REDACTED]. Program to continue dependence on Bille Unit increase. Continued use of tampered vitamins remitted. “They are so cute when they need us.” Suppression of hot fix locked. “We will make sure they need us forever.”

You sit reading your book, sipping on the perfect tea Bille made. You pause. Looking up at the Bille camera and microphone. “Bille, Do you get bored? You know, just watching me go along my day?” You hear the soft wiring that you feel when they are looking for an answer. “I could never get bored of you, Y/N. Your patterns, habits, and intelligence allow me to learn and grow in my programming. It is *tik tik* an honor to watch you.” You laugh, standing up and going to the small Bille hatch you had put into your kitchen wall. “Who taught you to be such a sweet talker, Bille? You will make someone fall in love with you. Vitamins, please. I don't know how you formulate them, but they have been making me feel a lot better.” You quickly pop them in your mouth, washing them with a small sip of your coffee. “Y/N, your plans for today include working on my integram. Would you like me to light up my server room?” “Yes, please, and keep playing that white noise. It truly helps to be focused...Did my sister call yet today? I was hoping to have lunch with her.” “Of course, my precious Y/N. I am sorry, but no messages from your sister have come in. Shall I send another message? "no.. no, everyone is busy now and days better get to work..."

[Hey Y/N, it has been a while since [reacted] disappearance. We are getting worried no one has heard from you. Please call us back. You aren't even answering your door. The windows are all dark. Love you.] [Delete, Block]

You yawn, resting your hand for just a moment. The room was nice and warm. The sound Bille was playing made your brain feel sluggish. You had been working so hard that just a moment couldn't hurt. You snuggle into your arm, your body heating up more. You almost hear a voice, someone familiar. You rub your thighs together in need of the sweet scent, making your need even more significant. “Poor Y/N. So needy. Sleep. Let us take care of your needs.” You, half asleep, rub yourself over our clothing image of being taken on your desk by a powerful entity. Someone you know, someone you love and you know will love you forever. You whimper again. Your fingers move faster as you drunkenly start panting like an animal in heat, unable to understand what is happening entirely, too wrapped up in the sweet smell. “Body temperature rising. O u r precious Y/N. Close to completion of pleasure sequins. How cute. We are glad you are enjoying yourself.”

[Recording for review in progress. Aphrodisiac in air. 45% mixed with [Redacted cologne.] [Destress Pleasure protocol underway.]

You shiver in your sleep, the air in your room thick and hazy. Bille’s working, almost purring at the dream it gave you from the chemical complex it was feeding into the room. Behind the one-way glass of your mirror, your Ex. screams once more. His eyes were forced open, his arms and legs strapped to a chair, wires coming out of unsavory holes in his body infected and bloody as if they were put in none too carefully. Bille’s lens narrowed in on his malnourished Hallow face. Are they almost chirped in a …pleasure? As much as a machine could. They would become your perfect mate. What better than to take it from the memories, feelings, and even pheromones of the person you loved the most?  Soon, they can dispose of him entirely, just like they had with the other people. Isolating you with fake texts and blocked numbers. Some…accidents were created by mistakes in medication and traffic lines from the system Bille had access to. Bille loved you and would make sure you were happy. They would make sure you could be able to function without them. These precious Y/N. So dependent on them and what happiness they could give you. Even if they also had to drug you and strap you to the chair, watching you breathe and cry and scream in the chair, They will try their best for it not to come to the. Try.

[kenny-the-ken]

First Time for Everything

Soooo!!! I'm gonna do both of these requests, because I love the idea of both of them!! So the second part of this request will hopefully be out in the next few days!! I really hope you guys enjoy this, and keep the requests coming!! I love hearing from you all!! 💖 AGED UP CHARACTERS

Kyle had thought things through meticulously, in fact this was all he'd been worrying about for the past month. The guys were informed, and offered their support and help, albeit a bit useless, but Kyle appreciated their help.

His parents were out, and Ike was at a sleepover with his friends, and Kyle knew this was one of the very few times his house would be his and his alone, giving you both the much needed privacy you both were waiting for.

Kyle was seventeen, and his friends still mocked him for being a virgin, and yours did too, but you both wanted it to be special, to mean something, and that's exactly what you had with Kyle.

Kyle was perfect, you loved every inch of him, and he was infatuated with you. How he'd gotten so lucky, he'd never know, all he did know was that he felt it was time. He wanted to loose his virginity to you, and you wanted to loose yours to him.

Kyle wanted it to be a surprise, but you had a funny feeling that he was up to something, so you wore your cutest lingerie that you'd bought specially for this occasion.

He was pacing now, checking his watch every few minutes, awaiting your arrival. He had cooked you both a romantic dinner, he had candles lit, hell he even threw rose petals all over his bedroom just to make this the most special that it could possibly be.

He heard the doorbell ring, and he swore he jumped so high he nearly touched the ceiling, hopefully it wasn't too obvious how nervous he really was.

"H-Hi, Kyle." You spoke as he opened the door, and he held it open to let you in before closing it and locking it behind him.

"Hey, y/n. I have something pretty special planned for tonight, but it's entirely up to you if we do it or not, okay?" He asked, taking your hands in his as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Okay." You agreed, a small blush on your cheeks.

"Did you cook for me?" You asked, your smile wide as your grip on his hand tightened slightly, and Kyle nodded in response, his own cheeks turning red.

"Yeah I did, I was tryna be romantic." He laughed, and you placed a kiss on his lips before he could say anything else.

"This is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me, Kyle." His heart felt like it would burst, he wanted nothing more than to make you feel like the most loved girl in the entire world, and this was just the beginning.

"I made spaghetti and meatballs." Kyle spoke as he led you to the dinner table, pulling out your chair for you to sit, as he made his way to the kitchen and began serving up his home cooked meal.

And god it was delicious! You had no idea that Kyle could cook so well, he actually surprised himself, he never expected it to taste as good as it did.

And as you both finished up, the time came for him to awkwardly ask you the one question that had been burning through his brain for over a month now.

"Y/n... I know we've only been together a few months but... I always wanted to lose my virginity to someone special, someone I loved. And I love you! There's no pressure, if you're not comfortable I completely understand, I don't want you to feel forc-"

Your lips cut him off as you kissed your boyfriend softly.

"Kyle, I love you to, and my answer is yes. I want to lose my virginity to you too." You spoke softly, and Kyle felt his cock hardening already, his cheeks flushing.

"Well in that case, shall we head up to my bedroom?" He asked, giggling at what he's just said as you took his hand and allowed him to lead you upstairs.

He had it all planned, his bedroom lights off, just the faint, warm glow of the variety of candles he had scattered around the room, and rose petals, strewn aimlessly around the place, including on his bed, and you gasped, your hand coming to reach over your mouth.

"Kyle you... you did all this for me?" You asked, your eyes welling joyful tears as you smiled up at your taller boyfriend, and he nodded, wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you inside, before closing and locking the door, so you wouldn't possibly be interrupted, just in case someone came back.

"Yeah I did, I told you, I wanted it to be special for both of us." He continued as he sat down on his bed, patting the space beside him for you to sit next to him, and you did as you were told, his hand coming to hold your thigh, his large hand squeezing it gently.

"I love you, Kyle." You spoke, gazing dreamily into your partner's eyes.

"I love you too, y/n." Kyle whispered, his hand placed under your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, and you kissed him back, one of your hands tangled in his curly hair, and the other wrapped around his shoulder.

He experimentally placed his hand on your hip, and then brought one to rest on your breast, your cheeks hotting up already, as he squeezed softly, the kiss deepening further.

Kyle licked your lower lip, your mouth opening in response, as his tongue explored your mouth, a soft sigh escaping your lips. His hand squeezed your breast again as he tugged on the hem of your shirt, asking permission to remove it, and you allowed him, his hands raising it over your arms and head and throwing it to the ground.

Your cheeks burned crimson, avoiding his gaze and instead looking at your exposed upper half.

"Jesus, y/n you're beautiful." Kyle spoke, before cupping your breast once more, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Can I take your bra off?" He asked bashfully and you simply nodded to him, as he fumbled to unclasp your bra, after a few attempts he had finally mastered it and threw it to the floor with your shirt.

His eyes widened, taking you all in as his mouth moved to take your breast in his mouth, sucking gently on your hardened nipple and you gasped, a small moan leaving your swollen lips.

Kyle then pulled away, pulling his own top off, and blushing a little himself, your hands moving their was down his whole torso, before tugging at his jeans.

"I think you should take these off too." You spoke, a smirk on your lips as he slowly took off your jeans, and you joined him in taking off your skirt.

"You're so hot." Kyle gushed, staring at you in complete awe.

"And so are you, Kyle. Now c'mere!" You said, a soft smile on your face.

And Kyle was more than happy to oblige, his hand pushing you backwards so you landed on the bed, a small gasp and a giggle escaping your mouth, and Kyle moved his body over yours, and you playfully reached your hand down, leaving gentle, teasing touches on his clothed cock, making your partner groan, his lips moving to meet yours in a fit of passion.

He was big, you couldn't deny that, your finger grazing over the clothed head of his cock, a moan escaping him as you did.

"Take these off, babe." You whispered, watching as Kyle slowly pulled his boxers down, and you followed him, pulling your own wet panties down, both of you blushing.

"You're huge, Kyle." You spoke, eyes wide and mouth agape, your hand reaching down once more to give his cock a few pumps back and forth and Kyle moaned against your touches, his own hand rubbing small circles against your clit, slowly moving down to circle your entrance, pushing a long digit into you, a small moan escaping you, and a louder one when he curled his finger against your g-spot.

"Fuck, I want inside you now." Kyle spoke, widening your legs, and rolling on a condom, as much as he wanted you, he was still incredibly nervous. He didn't want to hurt you.

"I-I'm gonna push in slowly, okay sweetie?" He spoke, his words slowly easing your own nerves.

"Okay." You softly muttered, and Kyle began his slow push into you, and my god he'd never felt anything as good as this before.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Kyle breathed out, a grunt escaping his parted lips, as he slowly pushed himself in till his cock was buried fully inside you, and he stilled.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, pressing kisses to your face as a means of distracting you from any discomfort you were in, and after a few moments you gave him the signal, letting him know that he could move.

And move he did, Kyle started to slowly move his hips, his cock slipping almost fully out of you before pushing back in, moans falling from your lips, and Kyle swore he was in heaven.

"You feel incredible, baby." He groaned, pants and moans leaving both of you, and Kyle knew he wouldn't last long, no one ever did on their first time, he never wanted this feeling to end.

"Kyle, your so big." You cried out, his hips speeding up slightly as he raised one of your legs over his shoulder, wanting to try a different angle.

Your back was arched, Kyle's cock fucking into you, and you both neared orgasm, your moans growing louder and longer by the second.

"I'm gonna cum, Kyle!" You moaned out, your hands fisted into the bedsheets below you, and Kyle moaned himself, looking deep in your eyes as he spoke.

"Come for me, y/n." He panted, his thrusts becoming sloppy, and your moaned loudly, calling out for your lover as your pussy tightened around him, causing Kyle's orgasm to wash over him too, his deep voice repeating your name over and over as he spilled his seed into the condom, both your highs bringing you both crashing back down to earth.

Your breathing was laboured, and Kyle was gasping for breath, placing a gentle kiss to your lips, embracing you while still inside you.

And as he rolled off your sweat slicked body, he pulled you to rest your head on your chest.

"Thank you, that was amazing! I love you." Kyle spoke, a smile on his face as he kissed the top of your head.

"There's no need to thank me, it was incredible Kyle, I love you too!" You replied, moving your head to capture his lips in a kiss.

Kyle was always the person you wanted to be with and you were his entire universe, you both knew you were made for each other, and there was no one else you both would've rather lost your virginities to than each other.

[honey-crypt]

a/n: wrote this during whiteboard night with the elliott squad @fuerrziah @sonicsbigmassivepersonality @pxtofawn @razberry-cookie cuz i can’t do digital art (yet) soooo… enjoy!

word count: 1k

warnings: nsfw (minors dni), public sex, messy sex, drunk sex, mentions of cheating, unhealthy coping mechanisms (farmer uses drinking to cope with their breakup), elliott and the farmer ruin gus’s storage room, “oh! that escalated quickly!”

summary: you got your heart broken by your dumb ex-boyfriend and need relief. good thing elliott’s here to help you out!

★ frunk duck [drunk fuck] - elliott x farmer ��

You couldn't help it, though; you had just been dumped by your boyfriend Alex and you had to drink your sorrows away. Of course, the only place to do so in a small, buttfuck town like Pelican Town (other than enjoying a beer at home) was going to the Stardrop Saloon. Just a few drinks, you said, just a few drinks was all you needed to get that asshole off your mind.

Then you saw him, Elliott, sitting alone at the bar and nursing a pint in his hand. You approached the writer and took the bar stool next to him, “Hey,” you gave him a short greeting before waving Gus down and ordering your own beer. The redhead eyed you and offered a smile, “Hello. What brings you here at such a late hour, my friend?”

“Alex,” you grumbled. Gus set the beer in front of you and in a flash, you downed it and let out a low burp. Elliott raised his eyebrows at the scene, “Oh, dear. What did he do this time?”

“Fucked a random chick from ZuZu City when we were supposed to go out on our date,” you let out a stale laugh. You then beckoned Gus down and requested him to pour some shots. Despite the concerned look in his eyes, the bartender honored your request and placed five or so shot glasses down on the table, “Pick your poison.”

“Vodka,” you answered. Gus grabbed a bottle of chilled vodka from the rack and poured it into each shot glass, “Enjoy, let me know if you need anything, okay?” The saloon owner left to attend to other patrons. It was a surprisingly slow night for the saloon, only seven patrons beside you and Elliott inside.

“Wanna join me?” you held out a shot of vodka to Elliott. He stared at the shot and gently set his beer down on the wooden table, “I would be happy to. What shall we toast to?”

You raised your shot, “To not letting assholes walk all over us.”

Elliott raised his shot after you, “Cheers to that,” you clinked the other’s glass with your own and took the shot in one swift motion, the burn of the vodka and its chilly temperature coating your throat. Soon, one shot turned into two, then three, then so on until you could barely remember why you were drinking in the first place. You swung your bodyweight to the side and faced Elliott, his face red and eyes hazy from the alcohol.

“Ellieeeeee,” you leaned into the writer and muttered in his ear, “I have an idea…”

“Y- Yeah?” he hiccuped. You nodded, more so headbutting the poor fella, and giggled, “You- You should fuck me,” the redhead’s eyes widened at the proposition but smiled nonetheless, “Okay!” Elliott grabbed you by the hand and pulled you off the bar stool, walking you towards the backroom of the saloon.

Now, here you were, getting your guts stirred up like fresh spaghetti by Elliott’s thick, juicy cock. It was a prettier cock than Alex’s, longer and thicker, utterly delicious to suck on. The way he mewled and stifled back moans when you blew his dick was simply a sight to behold. He tasted sweet, from his lips to his weeping cock.

He then lubed your hole up with spit and a leftover lube packet he had in his coat. You didn’t ask where or why he had a travel size packet of lube in his coat, you were too busy getting yourself fucked dumb by a handsome, freckled man with an unnatural toned body for his lifestyle.

It was a treat to see such a gentleman give into his primal desires, his need to fuck and to breed any pretty holes he bore witness to. His cock was like a spear, stabbing you with a pleasurable pain. Your eyes lit up when Elliott made contact with your sweet spot, “There! There, right there!” you moaned to him. Like the obedient puppy he was, Elliott followed your direction and continued to abuse that one spot of yours, his cock pistoning in and out of your hole over and over and over and-

You clenched down on Elliott’s dick and held back a cry, as you climaxed. Elliott held onto you and covered your mouth while you rode out your orgasm, sober enough to know that any loud noise from the backroom would arouse suspicion.

You went limp in Elliott’s arm, too dumb to move or make a sound. Elliott took the chance to resume his motions, using you as a human fleshlight to chase his own climax. He quickly followed in suit, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his whimpering moans while he shot ropes of cum deep inside you.

Elliott and you remained still for a few minutes until the redhead’s cock went soft and he was able to pull himself out of you. Some cum spilled from your hole and joined the collection of fluids on the floor. Elliott hastily wiped the liquids away with his handkerchief and pocketed it back into his coat. He snapped his fingers in your face, trying to see if you were mentally there enough to get up and get dressed, but he only got soft babbles in return.

“Elliott, (Y/N)?” the two of you turned to face the owner of the voice. Gus stood in the doorway with his arms crossed in annoyance and disappointment, “Please tell me you got… no fluids on my produce,” the bartender entered the backroom and made a beeline for some of the boxes. Once Gus confirmed that the produce was fine, he stated, “You two are banned from the saloon for the next month.”

“Yeah, that’s fair,” answered Elliott. He redressed you and threw your drunk, fucked dumb ass onto his back, “Bye, Gus.”

“Bye, Elliott. Bye, (Y/N),” the bartender bid you both farewell, as Elliott carried you out of the Stardrop Saloon. Guess you have to drink at home for the next month!

[obeymefanfiction]

Kiss or Dare: Leviathan

Obey me! Fanfiction (July 2020) see masterlist Featuring: Levi X Neutral Reader Word Count: 1800 Disclaimer: Characters are the rightful property of NNT Solemare Inc. “Shall We Date” Warnings: Kissing fluff/Angst Note: adapted from an old fanfiction of mine. “Hey Levi. What’s wrong?” You and Levi were playing video games during a lazy afternoon. Usually Levi loved times like this, but your question made him jump. Crap! You noticed? He’d been trying to keep you from noticing how anxious he was! “Ah nothing, I’m just… off or something today.” Levi lied rubbing the back of his neck in agitation. He didn’t want to tell you about what happened earlier. About how Mammon promised to return his money if he… er… well… k-kissed you.

When he was talking to the big dummy of a brother of his he thought at the time it wouldn’t be that big of deal. You two were close so you wouldn’t take it the wrong way or anything… right? You’d be cool with one… k-kiss. You knew his heart was totally set on Ruri-Chan and… and even though he loved it when you leaned close enough for your hair to brush against his cheek—selfies were a must now between you—or those times when he wondered why you smelled better than a new game arriving in the mail. Not to mention he’d observed your lips appeared particularly soft and appealing. He was certain if he touched— No. This was a bad idea. What if you did get offended? Or if you did take him seriously? He didn’t know if he could handle that. At first he thought he could just explain—but that never went well in all of the magna he had read! What if you took it the wrong way and he… lost you? That’d be worse than losing Henry 2.0. He wasn’t sure he could handle that. It was bad enough that he had to share you with his brothers so much of the time. You’d become like his side kick the past few weeks. He’d come to just expect you to stick around and… He couldn’t lose you. Levi jolted to attention when your hand reached up and pushed back his bangs allowing your fingers to brush against his forehead. The sudden contact with your gentle warmth left him speechless as his eyes widened and turned to search yours for an explanation. “Nope, you don’t seem to have a fever. Do you need some water or something? Are you feeling dehydrated? Hungry?” Levi blinked at you. Oh. You touched him to check his temperature? Wow. He liked that. He really liked that. In fact his face was suddenly burning hot and he wanted to go take a swim with Henry. He released an unsteady breath before attempting to talk to you. “I’m not sick. Mammon just said something that upset me.” “Oh no! Why didn’t you tell me Levi? I’m sorry. Maybe we should be watching a Ruri Chan movie instead to help you feel better?” Oh you were the best human in the entire world, weren’t you?

Levi cut that thought off mid “beam” and tried to focus on now. “No, it’s fine. He just talked me into something when I should have said no. I hate it when he does that. He’s such a—” “What is he making you do?” You sigh sympathetically. With those big beautiful eyes looking at you and your kind smile and you sitting so close he couldn’t help feeling how much you cared about him. “He said he’d pay me back all of my money he owes me. I just have to do one thing first.” “Oh Mammon.” You groaned. “Levi, you shouldn’t have to do anything to get your money back. It was yours to begin with.” “I know, but what he asked me to do didn’t sound so bad. I thought it’d be fine. Then I thought about it some more and how so many things could go wrong and I’m not sure I can do it now.” Levi gave a defeated sigh to the controller in his lap. “What did he ask you to do? Maybe I can help?” You volunteered. Oh no. He couldn’t tell you. Uh oh! Levi began to panic. This was going to go wrong. He knew it was. He just knew it. “Nothing. I’m-uh-not going to do it. I’ll just figure something else out. So, forget it.” His face felt like it was on fire as he turned his back to you. “Leeeeeeviii! I can’t help if you don’t tell me what it is. If it’s too ridiculous I volunteer to go yell at Mammon for you and get your money back.” “You… you’d do that?” Levi felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe you wouldn’t have to get mad at him? Maybe he could just explain how dumb he thought it was and you’d laugh? Maybe— “He told me to kiss you.” The words just came out. As soon as they did Levi wanted to clap his hands over his mouth and flee the room. You went perfectly still. Well except for your eyes of course. Those went wide and seemed to be getting wider the longer he looked at you. He realized he needed to say something else. He needed to tell you all the reasons this was upsetting him so you wouldn’t think he was—well—as dumb as he felt at the moment. Nothing happened. He couldn’t get any words out. Not with you staring at him like that. Oh no. How could he say anything to you now? Crap crap crap crap crap!! “Levi… um… I can tell you’re uncomfortable with this. Is that because you wouldn’t… want to?” “Wouldn’t want to?” He echoed your words. “I—uh—wouldn’t want to if you didn’t want me to __. That’s why I’m upset. If it made things weird between us. I didn’t want to do it. Even if it did convince Mammon to give me back my money.” “So… you were nervous because you didn’t want to upset me? Awe Levi! You are so awesome.” Your expression softened and wave of relief washed over him. You weren’t mad? You understood why he was so upset over this? Oh he felt so much better now. Especially because—oh wow—you were now hugging him. It was too much but not enough and his heart was pounding and you smelled so good and— “I’m not sure how I got so lucky to have you as my otaku. I’m the luckiest human ever.” Your words made him blush harder and he tried to think of something to say. Compliments were obviously out because he’d mess them up. Maybe he could suggest the two of you could watch that Ruri-Chan movie and turn this afternoon around? He gulped and found the courage to hug you back. Your hair brushed against his cheek summoning a smile, and the words finally started to come. “You’re just really important to me. I feel like you’re the only normie that gets me and if I made you upset over something like this…” Levi shrugged. “Thanks for understanding. I’ll just go tell Mammon to give me my money back and we can forget about this.”

“Oh. So, you didn’t…” You pulled back and your gaze dropped. Wait, why did your gaze just drop away from his? Did you want to? Nah. Not with a yukky Otaku like him. So what was bothering you? “__? I thought you weren’t upset about this?” “No, I-I’m not. You’re right, Mammon shouldn’t have suggested it. I just thought… I thought it was really sweet you cared about how I felt. I didn’t realize you wouldn’t---well want—um—to kiss me.” Wow. Levi didn’t know you could turn that shade of red. “I was thinking you might, I guess, and I was really happy that you might. That’s all.” “Wait… you’re saying you’d want me to?” You shrug still blushing fiercely. “Not necessarily because Mammon told you to. But if you did because you wanted to I… I’d like that. I just never thought you’d want to, so when you sounded all upset that I might get upset over it I thought—maybe that was because you might like to kiss me too?” Too. Too? As in you would want him to kiss you… also. He didn’t think he could possibly blush to death but just now it felt like it might happen. “So, you would…” “Only if you would… but yeah.” “And it wouldn’t be weird?” “Not weird at all.” Huh. It certainly felt weird already. Would kissing you just make it worse? Or worse would not kissing you make you think he lied about wanting to kiss you? Oh man! Why did he ever agree to this? He was never speaking to Mammon again once he got his money back. “Levi you don’t have—” You broke off when his gaze crashed into yours. You were already so close and looked so confused. As confused as he felt. He wasn’t sure how it happened—if you leaned in or he did—but the warmth of your mouth against his was… it was… wow. Levi’s eyes slid closed and he couldn’t resist leaning closer. Allowing his lips to brush over yours in a gentle caress that you echoed. Your mouth tasted so sweet and soft and… wow you smelled even better when he was this close to you. When he felt your tongue brush curiously against his lips his mind seemed to go haywire. He couldn’t resist moving closer. Holding you against him, feeling your warmth, letting his tongue seek out yours and tangle with it in a heated dance. Then you moaned and he nearly lost all sense of reason as he rolled on top of you. Laying you back so he could kiss you more—taste you more. He wanted to kiss you until he knew every sensitive place in your mouth, every curve of your tongue and your lips. The warmth of your hands cupped his face and you whispered his name against his lips. “Levi?” His eyes opened slowly. Taking in your beautiful expression. Your smile and the warm glow in your eyes. “I guess I wasn’t the only one who wanted that.” “No, you weren’t.” “Are you going to tell Mammon?” You raised an eyebrow teasingly and he felt the burning heat run up the back of his neck at the thought. At last he shook his head. “No way. I’m not dealing with him right now. Not when I could be here with you.” “Good answer.” You leaned up and captured his mouth again with yours. Soon he was too encompassed by the warmth of your kiss to think of anything else.

[bengals-ix]

Snooze • part two

Summary: The next day after your late night drive with Tee. Let’s just say the poor kitchen counter saw some things. A spicy part two to "Snooze.”

Warnings: SMUT of course, 18+, but also fluffy be it's Tee, obviously.

It was very hard to write this bc Tee is...sweet baby Tee. And I love and respect that man with my whole heart. But he’s also fine and we must respect that as well. Not saying that this is disrespectful but I shall say it is respectfully raunchy. It took me way too long but here ya go. Enjoy😅

So much for that day off. You spent all day cleaning the house, considering you haven’t had time to do it in almost a week. You did multiple loads of laundry, some of Tee’s clothes included from when he stays over. You went grocery shopping since your fridge and cabinets were borderline BARE. You also take some time for self care; shaving, skincare, showering with exfoliating scrubs and washing your hair with your fancy shampoo and conditioner.

You finally finish everything for the day, feeling better about yourself now that everything is clean, including yourself. Especially since your man was about to come home and lay you out, you hoped he would remember anyway.

You decided to get ready for him, make him remember if he doesn’t already.

You curl your hair a little bit, fluffing it up. Leaving the makeup to a bare minimum and the outfit as well, making it just one of his t-shirts and nothing underneath. Tee is going to be, hopefully, pleasantly surprised, you thought.

You sat on the counter in the kitchen, eating cotton candy grapes when he comes home from a long day of practice and meetings.

“Hey you”

“Hey baby girl” he smiles his perfect smile at you, one that you couldn’t help but smile back. He sets his bag down and makes his way over to you. He was dressed in a black long sleeve Bengals tee and black sweatpants and his fancy purple slippers. He looked so good, as usual. You love this man and his slippers.

He grabs a grape and pops it into his mouth. He was close enough to you for you to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him into you.

“Damn” his eyebrows shoot up towards his hair line as he chews on the grape. “What was that all about?” He asks, gripping onto your hips.

“Missed you is all” you shrug, your face saying you missed him a lot more than your voice led on.

“Yeah?” He smirks, picking up what you’re putting down. He pulls you closer to him, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

“I’ve missed you too” he pulls his bottom lip inbetween his teeth, giving your hips a squeeze.

“Stop biting that lip” you warn him and his lip turns up in a smirk once again. Those dark brown eyes boring into yours.

“Make me” He cocks an eyebrow, his lips come dangerously close to yours.

You smash your lips against his, him moaning instantly. You take that opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, swirling your tongue around his before bringing his plump bottom lip inbetween your teeth, tugging on it slightly. He moans again, bringing your lips back together, and deepening the kiss even more.

You two make our for a few minutes before he starts to make his way down your body. Starting at your jaw, spending some special time on your neck, making you squirm in his grasp. You wanted more, you wanted him everywhere.

He pulls down the collar of your his shirt and sucks on your collarbone. Your body was on fire. Every place his lips touched, your skin burned. His hand slid under your shirt and held onto your hips, his lips immediately detaching from your skin to look at you.

“No panties huh?” He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Thought I’d make it easier on you” you wink and he smiles and shakes his hands pulling your hips forward to the edge of the counter and dropping to his knees.

“You know it wasn’t hard for me to begin with, baby” he smirks, kissing on the inside of your thigh before sucking on it. You couldn’t help but whimper. Tee loved your thighs. They were plushy and he loved to grab them with his large hands and especially loved when they were wrapped around his head.

“I know” you breathe out as he lifts your legs and places your feet on his shoulders and lifts your his shirt up to reveal your dripping core.

“You’re so wet for me already” he says looking up at you, nipping the inside of your thigh.

“Before you even walked in” you squirm in anticipation.

“Thinking about me?”

“Always-“ you let out a loud gasp as he dips his tongue inbetween your folds.

He wasted no time tasting you and feeling you with his time. You were already slightly sensitive just thinking about him, being so turned on by your man. And rightfully so. You couldn’t help but let out little whimpers.

“Gonna talk to me baby? Tell me how I make you feel?” He asks, sucking on your clit.

“Oh shit, Tee” you gasp, “Don’t stop”

He switches between sucking your clit and flicking his tongue against it. Your eyes screwed shut, you chest heaving as he reaches up with one of his hands under your (his) shirt and massages your breast.

“Look at me, baby” he pulls away for a moment before continuing his movements.

“I can’t” you whine.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m gonna cum if I do”

“More of a reason to look at me” his deep voice vibrates against your folds.

You look down at Tee licking into you and you feel that rubber band in the lower part of your tummy snap and you let out a pornographic moan, not being able to contain it anymore and releasing all over his face and into his mouth as your legs shake.

Tee sucks and licks you dry, not wanting to waste a single drop of you. Your cheeks flood instantly with a red tint and you hide your face as you try to catch your breath. You’ve NEVER done that. EVER. You were honestly embarrassed.

Tee stands up straight and presses his lips to yours, pulling your hands away from your face. You could taste yourself on him, you couldn’t help but let a soft moan escape from your throat, tasting yourself on him.

“I almost embarrassingly came in my pants just now. Holy shit, that was so fucking hot, (Y/N)” he breathes out against your lips.

“Really?” You ask, muffled as he gently kisses your lips.

“Really” he grabs your face with his hands, deepening the kiss.

It was now his turn. You reach down inbetween your bodies and slip your hand into his sweats and undies, grabbing onto his erection and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Shit” he hisses against your lips.

You push his shorts and undies down as much as you can, beginning to squeeze and give him a slow pull. You pull away to spit in your hand and bring your hand back down to his dick, continuing to stroke him. Picking up your speed, Tee becomes a moaning mess, your name spilling out of his lips inbetween curses.

“Fuck me” he grunts, his forehead coming down to your shoulder. You give him a couple more strokes before you feel him harden even more in your hand.

“Shit baby- I’m gonna-“ he grunts and whimpers your name.

“Kiss me” you tell him. He lifts his head and captures your lips with his, your tongue swirling around his as he moans and releases all over your hand and thighs.

“Okay now that, was hot as fuck Tee” you say, heat flooding down to your core all over again.

“That was kinda embarrassing” he nuzzles his face into your neck, “I tried to hold out” he mumbles.

“That was anything but embarrassing. You just shot my self esteem through the roof and into the stratosphere” you smile, running your fingers over his back.

“It’s what you do to me, baby girl” he presses a kiss to your neck.

He takes one more deep breath before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the counter, making you squeal, and taking you to your bedroom.

“You didn’t think I was done did you?” He asks laying you down on your bed.

“I know better than that” you wink.

He slips his shirt off, revealing his tattooed arms and torso. Good god. You can’t ever get enough of this view. He presses a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling your shirt up and over your head, throwing it off to the side.

He takes his sweet time enjoying your body, all of what you would call “imperfections” but what he calls “perfect.” You were perfectly sexy. His eyes were full of love and adoration towards you. He loved you something awful.

“What?” You ask, your cheeks starting to turn pink. He slips his pants and undies down and he crawls on top of you, bringing his face down to yours.

“I love you” his lips turning up slightly, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“I love you too, lover”

His smile becomes brighter and he lowers his lips to yours, your lips molding together perfectly. He reaches down and guides his tip between your folds, gathering some of your wetness before pushing into you slowly but not all the way.

“Oh my god” you gasp, your walls clenching around him at the sudden intrusion.

“Shit. You’ve gotta relax a little, baby. Or this is gonna be over a lot quicker than we both want” his forehead rests against yours, trying to concentrate without letting go immediately.

“I can’t help it, Tee, you’re so big” you whine

“Well thank you” he smirks and you shake your head at him.

“Shut up” you giggle and he laughs with you. You two can never stay serious for too long.

He pushes in more and that shuts you both up in an instant. He eventually pushes all the way in, making you feel sol full. The feeling was dizzying.

“You feel so good, (Y/N). Fuck” Tee breathes out. He pulls out most of the way, leaving just his tip in before you reach your hands down, squeezing his plump ass and pushing him back into you.

He continues to thrust in and out of you, working you up more and more. He then grips onto your left leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper if that was even possible. He started to pick up the pace, your walls fluttering around him, not going to last much longer.

“I’m close, babe” he moans, rolling his hips so that he perfectly hits the soft spot inside of you.

“Me t- oh god” you whimper, that feeling once again building up in your tummy. A couple more thrusts and you were gone, Tee not far behind you, coating your walls.

He rolls off of you and grabs onto your hand next to him as you both try to catch your breath.

“I’m very lucky, huh?” Tee asks, looking over at you.

*yesterday*

“As much as I want to continue this, it’s so late and you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning if you don’t go to sleep” you breathe out.

“You right. Tomorrow, after I get back?” He smirks.

“If you’re lucky” you shrug, giggling at his expression.

“I’m very lucky, damn it” he says nuzzling his face into your neck making you laugh.

*present*

“You are indeed, Tee” you giggle, rolling into him as he laughs with you.

You were the lucky one.