#cause nobody messes with his little brother but him!

[jaysgirlx]

"Need help sweetheart?" Bookstore Customer!Jason Todd helps you reach the books on the higher shelves. You were his favorite employee and he wanted to make your day easier. He'd been coming here for a while but you always forgot how tall he was and how good his body felt pressed against yours. You only knew how to mumble out a couple words because you didn't know what else to say to a man like that. "Uh sir, you don't need to-"

"Please call me anything but sir sweetheart, you know I'm not new here"

Bookstore Customer!Jason enjoyed teasing his favorite employee aka you of course. He teases you about working at the bookstore even though he's constantly there and he'll always be flirting with you even if you're working the counter that day. He knows he's holding up the line but he's a paying customer so he doesn't care.

"How's my favorite pretty girl doing?"

"M'tired today Jay, I can't handle your nonsense right now"

"Okay that was mean- wait, Jay? that's a first"

"Buy a book or get out Jason"

You could easily tell Jason liked classics and poetry but for some reason he was willing to read your favorites even if they were a smut-filled mess. One time, he backed you up into a corner, after reading one of those books you liked, "Hmm, you like this kind of shit baby? cause I can do all that to you and so much more"

Over time, you learned that Jason also likes to follow you to the store, whispering to you about all the things he could do to you if you'd let him. His hand is always on your hips, pressing his body fully into you. He knows you like it especially when you roll your hips into his when nobody's looking. He wishes you'd use your words and just say you were his but he knew he wasn't even close to getting that, at least not yet.

Jason tried to buy a new book every week, sometimes not even to read. He needed an excuse to be there since your boss has never been fond of him ever since he had caught him feeling you up near the back shelves once. He learned his lesso so now he purposefully buys the books you like, just so he can watch you ramble on and on about them without getting kicked out of the store.

Bookstore Customer!Jason thrived on the feeling he got from watching you go from being so nonchalant around him to the most talkative girl in the world. he wants you comfortable if he's going to fuck you. You find yourself shutting up one time because you thought you had bored him but he quickly gets rid of that thought for you, "Keep talking sweetheart, I'm just wondering how pretty your mouth would look with my cock stuffed down your throat"

"Jay I don't- I can't- I haven't-"

"Don't worry, you will and I'm sure you're a fast learner"

It wasn't that hard for you to notice that Jason got a little jealous when his brother Dick hits on you the first and last time he brings him to the bookstore. Dick easily chats you up and Jason watches the two become a bit too friendly for his liking but it wasn't his place to speak, "Now I see why my little brother brings home so many books"

"It's good he does, I like guys who read"

"I actually quite the fan of classic literature-"

"Oh shut up Dick"

Bookstore Customer!Jason had all your coworkers wondering if you'll ever let the poor guy hit. They weren't sure if Jason was interested in you or your body, regardless they couldn't ignore the smile you got whenever he walk in. Or the way you'd laugh at his dumb jokes. You had him on a leash and you didn't even know what to do with him. He's begging to take you out or just even spent a night with you. He didn't just want you, he needed you. "C'mon I promise to take care of you princess, I'll even take you to that little coffee shop in Bludhaven"

"Who told you about that?!"

"…Dick"

When he finally manages to convince you to let him kiss you, you're nervous as fuck. You thought this was just another one of his antics but no, this was real. He'd promised to stop hitting on you if you felt nothing and you should've know it was bad idea when you could hear your own heartbeat still your let his lips touch yours. It was such a bad idea because before you knew it, he's got you pushed up against the wall, leg parting your thighs with your hands gripping at his shirt. "Jay, more please" Suddenly after all this time, you're pleading for him. Oh how the tables have turned. You're begging for all he's got, and you know he has so much more to give.

"Just give me a moment baby, got be patient" Within a matter of minutes your pants are discarded on the floor, and your panties are still on but being pushed aside while two fingers are being pumped in and out of your pussy. He's got one hand on your hips holding you down while one of your legs is wrapped around his waist. "Didn't I tell you I could do some much for you baby?"

You nod quickly while he's sucking on your poor neck, that would definitely be red all tomorrow. you feel his teeth sink into your skin, not too hard but rough enough to leave a mark. "Now keep quiet, I don't want any of your coworkers hearing us back here" The next thing you know you're cumming on the boy's fingers and he wants you to do it again. and again. and possibly 50 more times if you're willing.

The next time Jason comes, he's holding what you think is flowers and you know he'll be your victim today.

"So I thought real flowers would be cheesy and you'd probably not want to take care of em, so my brothers taught me how to make these paper flowers and…here just take them"

"Wow, I'm getting hand-crafted flowers from THE Jason Todd? Someone must have a really big crush on me huh? Are those bandaids on your fingers? Want me to kiss your boo-boos? "

"Are you going to finally go out with me or do I have to make you cum-"

"Yes yes! Just do not finish that sentence out loud"

"You are soooooooooo in love me"

"Jay, get out"

[discountlittlebro]

Big brother who everyone is afraid of. Nobody messes with him, and by extension nobody messes with his little brother. Ofcourse this means the brat is real brave, regardless of never being in a fight before. He’s snarky and loud and pissed people off. Until one day he goes too far and now he’s being slammed into a wall, lifted up by his shirt and unable to get away.

“Dude! Do you know who his fucking brother is? Just put him down before you do any real damage.”

“No fuck that! I’m tired of his mouth. Gonna mess up that pretty face, see if he can still piss me off with my cock rammed down his throat.”

“N-no…I’m sorry! I’m sorry please!!” Little brother whining, his big brother isn’t here right now and there’s no one to protect him and he’s scared, okay? But it doesn’t last long, the guy gets one good slap in before he’s being ripped away and shoved to the floor.

Big brother kicks the dudes ass, leaves him a bloody fucking mess before dragging his baby brother away and into a nearby closet . He checks his cheeks, kisses the handprint that was left behind.

“I’ll fucking kill him next time I see him…I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner.” He’s already stripping his clothes. And then his little brothers. “But you have to stop causing problems. I can’t keep getting into fights, I’m gonna get in trouble. Gonna get me kicked out of the house.” He complains when he starts thrusting into his brothers cunt. “We gotta fix that fucking mouth of yours.” And he’s gagging him on his fingers.

Because yeah he agrees his little brother has an attitude problem, but if anyone’s gonna fix it it’s gonna be fucking him.

[koolades-world]

there was never a boring moment with the brothers, and roadtrips were arguably the most interesting.

to start, the car was barely large enough for all of you. the back row technically only had two seats, but you crammed and made it work. however, that was only the beginning of your problems.

you might have been able to (barely) for the entire family in the car, but that left little to no space for bags. you, levi, lucifer, and beel essential played a huge game of tetris, slotting in luggage where you could, and as much as you could. some of the luggage did have to go on the roof, but it was a necessary sacrifice.

the next issue that always rose inevitably was the seating arrangements.

lucifer and mammon were the only two who drove. you could, but were usually needed to help break up bickering, even if mammon was supposed to be busy with driving.

something that didn't change, regardless of the driver, was the levi was happy sitting in the back row. he had his own set up, no matter where in the row he was. belphie was also happy in the very back, as long as he had his cow spot pillow and blanket. beel also always sat in the middle row, because he needed the space.

when lucifer drove, while he'd prefer to have you on the passengers side, it usually went to asmo. he and mammon were the two biggest instigators, and mammon was more likely to cause issues up front. asmo was actually helpful, and helped lucifer with whatever he needed. this left satan, you, and mammon. of course, everyone wanted you to sit next to them. because of this, the three of you rotated where you sat. when mammon got too rambunctious with asmo, he'd be banished to the back row. when satan got too worked up with being in the same car as lucifer for too long, he went to the back to unwind. and when you were tired, you curled up with belphie in the back.

when mammon drove, asmo couldn't sit up front, so lucifer would instead. this left asmo, satan, and you to rotate through the car, so you did so in a similar way when lucifer drove.

whoever sat on the passengers side had to help with navigating, and collecting the consensus from the rest of the car for breaks and food. it was a job both lucifer and asmo excelled at for very different reasons. stops didn't happen often when lucifer drove, but mammon seemed willing to stop every half hour if nobody stopped him.

depending on where you sat in the car, what you'd spend your time doing varied. if you were in the back row, you were usually slumped against belphie, fast asleep. somehow, he made it comfortable. if you happened to be awake, levi would be telling you all about what he happened to be playing. if you were in the middle row, you were welcome to help yourself to whatever beel was munching on. if asmo was next to you, the two of you spent most of your time messing around with filters. there were hundreds, and some were better than others, so you always ended up with at least a couple silly photos to help you remember the trip by. if you were next to satan, you were guaranteed a quiet seat mate. the only thing he wanted was to hold your hand while he silently read <3. if you were next to mammon, the complete opposite was true. he was constantly flapping his gums, whether than be arguing with one of his brothers, or rambling to you about his last ear modeling gig. either way though, you still enjoyed his comforting presence. his voice could never become grating to you. if, for whatever reason, you happened to find yourself in the passengers seat, you were treated like the passenger princess you deserved to be. you got to control the music, and you were always treated to whatever amenities you wanted.

however chaotic the trip might be, you always enjoyed it. part of the journey was the road you took to get there, not just the final destination. the brothers probably would’ve ripped each other apart without you in the car anyways. what was a family vacation without the newest member?

[sugawarassoulmate]

bad boy! akiteru fucking reader on top of the hood of keis car

ooooh i am Unwell about this sksksk

words: 631

cw: fem!reader, unprotected sex, public sex, dubious consent, coercion (kinda?), secret relationship, minors dni

if the two of you don't make it home soon, kei is going to wonder where you are.

"aki, aki someone's gonna see," there were so many emotions swirling your brain. the fear of being caught, the guilt from doing this on kei's car, and the pleasure from akiteru taking you in public.

akiteru had only intended on taking his little brother's car to be serviced thinking it would only take a few hours.

but when you decided to tag along, akiteru didn't know how long he could keep his hands off you.

"nobody comes here, baby, it's okay," he purposely drove to a secluded area a few miles off the main road. you had worn a cute outfit today and were yapping your head off about something during the drive—akiteru had to get his cock in you.

as soon as the coast was clear, he pinned you to the hood of the car and flipped your skirt up before pushing your panties to the side. akiteru would love nothing more to shove his tongue inside your cunt but you were already uneasy on the idea of fucking out in the open.

but once his cock was inside you, most of those fears seemed to subside.

you gasped from the painful stretch of akiteru's cock sinking into your warmth. to distract you, he latched onto your breast, wrapping his tongue around your pert nipple.

he can feel you tighten around him, a smug grin growing on his face when he realizes you're about to cum already. "you're so sensitive today, baby. you wanted me to fuck you, huh?" he says in between suckles, making a mess of your chest.

akiteru feels a surge of pride when you nod. "bet you only joined me on this errand hoping you'd get dick. that's all you really care about. go ahead and cum for me, baby, i'll just make you do it again."

any reservations you had about doing this on kei's car, let alone out in public were gone when you had your release, fingers curling into the fabric of akiteru's shirt and wailing into his chest.

he only gives you a few moments to gather your bearings before fucking you again, causing your legs to tremble. "aki—fuck—gimme a sec," you cry, not sure if your cunt could take more.

"no, baby, i need you to cum again and then i'm gonna dump you full of my cum 'til it's spilling out of you, okay?"

you tried to argue, complaining that it was already too much but akiteru shut you up with a hard thrust. "mmm, we don't want to keep kei waiting anymore? he'll get suspicious," akiteru coos, leaning in for a deep kiss. "lemme have my way with you, honey, it'll feel so good."

it's hard to deny akiteru anything when he looks at you with those warm, brown eyes.

"what took so long?" kei groaned as soon and you and his brother walked through the front door, taking the keys from akiteru's grasp.

he doesn't notice you practically leaning on akiteru for support, focusing his attention on his new car. "the mechanic wanted to be thorough," akiteru explains, sneaking a glance at you.

"well thanks for taking it, i guess. i had a lot of studying," kei said with an eyeroll. "why did it take so long to get back?"

he stares at you, eyebrows quirking at your cross legged stance—completely unaware that you were internally begging that akiteru's cum wouldn't run down your leg.

"traffic," you answer too quickly but kei seems to accept it.

as kei leaves to inspect his car, akiteru takes the opportunity to sneak you to his room under the guise of you looking like you "really need to lay down."

©sugawarassoulmate 2024 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[lavender-vixen]

What would Henry do if he found out his crush was one of the losers’ older sister? Let’s go with Eddie’s older sister. ALSO I love your most recent story, please do more! 🫡

"You’re a Kaspbrak?" (Henry Bowers x Eddie’s Older Sister!Reader)

Henry didn’t believe it at first. He heard the name. Kaspbrak. He felt it in his mouth, muttered it under his breath, let it sit on his tongue like something rotten, something wrong. It didn’t fit you. Didn’t fit the way you stood, weight shifted to one hip, all confidence and sharp smiles and that way you looked at him. Like you weren’t afraid of him. Like you weren’t supposed to be afraid of him. Now it was clear as day.

Now he was staring at you in the dim light behind the school, cigarette burning down between his fingers, heart hammering like a drum. And he felt sick.

"You’re a fucking Kaspbrak?"

You just blinked. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Like this wasn’t the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him. "Uh. Yeah?"

Henry let out a sharp laugh. Shook his head. His stomach churned. His jaw clenched. Because this wasn’t just some random girl. This wasn’t just some pretty thing he could fuck around with, mess with, toss away when he got bored.

This was Eddie fucking Kaspbrak’s sister. That pathetic, whiny little freak. That useless, pathetic waste of space. Now Henry wanted to put his hands on you? Now he wanted to kiss you, touch you, maybe even keep you? Now he wanted to let you get away with shit no one else could?

No. Fuck no. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t. Then Henry was a joke. And Henry Bowers was nobody’s joke.

Days passed. He avoided you. Tried to. Didn’t work. Because you were always there. Like you were daring him. Like you were waiting for him to make a move.

When you finally cornered him behind the bleachers, hands on your hips, eyes narrowed, lips pursed. "Take it easy on my little brother."

The words hit him like a train. Henry scoffed. Flicked his cigarette. "What, you got some kinda death wish? You think you can just ask me that?"

You didn’t waver. Didn’t blink. "I know I can."

Henry hated that. Hated that you weren’t scared. Hated that you had the guts to tell him what to do. Hated that he didn’t want to shove you off him, tell you to fuck off, end this right now.

Instead, he found himself gritting his teeth, exhaling slow, muttering—"Yeah. Fine. Whatever."

And then he stormed off before you could see just how much he hated himself for saying it.

His boys didn’t buy it. Patrick was the first to speak.

"That was bullshit, right?"

Henry didn’t answer.

Patrick smirked. "C’mon, Bowers. You’re really gonna go soft ‘cause some girl with nice tits told you to?"

Henry shoved him. Hard. Patrick laughed, but he shut up. Because Henry was dead serious.

But he wasn’t soft with you. Not in the way they thought. Not in the way he thought, either. Because yeah, maybe he quit smoking around you, because you told him it made you sick. And yeah, maybe he didn’t go out of his way to trip Kaspbrak in the halls anymore.

And yeah, maybe he let you sit in his car, let you talk about whatever you wanted, let you take up space in his head. But he didn’t take you home. He didn’t let you see Butch. Didn’t let Butch see you.

Not even when Butch asked. "Where you been sneaking off to, boy?"

Henry just shrugged, didn’t answer, didn’t even look up from the dinner table. Butch didn’t like that. Didn’t like it when Henry kept things from him. Didn’t like it when Henry had things of his own. But Henry wasn’t giving this up. Not for him. Not for anyone.

Henry laughed anyway. If he didn’t, he might actually have to deal with the fact that you meant something to him. And that was a nightmare.

And if Henry was going down for it, then he was taking you with him.

Eddie knew. He had known for weeks now. Had known since he saw you climb into Henry’s car, since he saw the way Bowers looked at you, since he heard Patrick Hockstetter crack some disgusting joke in the school parking lot.

Had known and had been praying—praying—that it wasn’t true. Tonight, Eddie had finally had enough. So when you slipped back into the house late, sneakers barely making a sound on the carpet, thinking everyone was asleep—Eddie was already waiting.

Sitting in the dark, hands clenched into fists, voice shaking as he spat—"How the fuck could you do this to me?"

"Eddie—"

"Don’t."

His voice was sharp, angry, unlike anything you’d ever heard from him before. He was breathing fast, his little chest rising and falling too quick, like he was about to have a panic attack.

"Do you even know what you’re doing? Do you even know what kind of person he is?"

You sighed, ran a hand through your hair, tried to keep calm. "Yeah, Eddie. I do."

That was the wrong thing to say. Suddenly, Eddie was on his feet, shaking, screaming at you—"Then you’re just as fucking crazy as he is!"

Henry could see it from a mile away. Could see Eddie losing his shit, could see the way you looked shaken, could see the way you hesitated before walking into school the next morning.

Henry didn’t like that. Didn’t like Eddie talking to you like that, didn’t like you coming to school with that look on your face, like maybe you were thinking about ending this, like maybe you were thinking about leaving.

So when Eddie Kaspbrak walked past him in the hall that day, eyes burning with pure rage—Henry grabbed him. Hard.

Shoved him up against the lockers, held him there, leaned in close. "You don’t tell her what to do, Kaspbrak."

Eddie gritted his teeth, his tiny hands balling into fists at his sides. "You don’t fucking deserve her."

Henry just laughed. "Yeah? Well, I got her anyway, so what the fuck does that say about you?"

And when Eddie tried to swing, tried to throw a punch that barely even grazed his jaw, Henry just grabbed his wrist, squeezed way too hard, grinning as Eddie yelped in pain.

"Try that again, little man, and I swear to God—"

"Henry!" Your voice cut through the hallway, sharp, panicked, furious.

Henry let go. Only because you were there. Only because he didn’t want to scare you off. Not yet. Not when he was this close to having you for real.

That was the same week his father found out. Henry knew it would happen eventually. It was so much worse than he expected. It happened in the worst way.

Henry didn’t think his old man knew shit. But he did. And that made Henry furious.

It happened in the living room, same as always. Butch sitting in his recliner, smoking, bottle of whiskey half-empty on the table, the static drone of the TV filling the silence. Henry had barely gotten through the front door when Butch spoke.

"I know about the girl."

Henry froze. Fingers curling into fists at his sides. "What?"

Butch took a long drag from his cigarette. Didn’t even look up. "The Kaspbrak girl. The one you been sneakin’ around with. Don’t be stupid, boy."

Henry snorted. "Right. Thanks for the advice, Dad."

Butch kept going. "Don’t you dare get her pregnant. You hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever—"

"No. Not whatever." Butch finally looked up, eyes dark, dangerous. "You knock her up, you’re out of my house. Done. You figure your own shit out. I ain’t dealin’ with it."

Henry felt something snap. "Like I’d give a fuck."

Butch exhaled slow. Then he stood up. And before Henry could blink, before he could mouth off again—Butch grabbed him by the shirt. Shoved him hard, back slamming against the kitchen wall. Not enough to really hurt. But enough to make a point. Enough to remind him who was in charge.

Henry saw red. So he did what he always did. He fought back.

The fight was short, ugly, pointless. Henry threw a punch. Butch blocked it, shoved him again, barked something about ‘respect.’ Henry spat on the floor. Then he grabbed his keys and left.

Didn’t look back. Didn’t care. He just got in his car. And drove. Because there was only one place he wanted to be right now.

It was late. Your house was quiet, lights off, everyone sleeping. Henry parked on the street. Sat there for a minute, breathing hard, gripping the steering wheel. Then he climbed out. And up.

Your balcony wasn’t hard to reach. He’d done it before. And when he knocked—sharp, impatient, needing—You were already awake. Already at the window, looking at him with wide, confused eyes.

"Henry?"

"Come with me."

Your stomach tightened. "Where?"

"Just come." His voice was low, rough. Begging, but in that Henry Bowers kind of way.

You didn’t ask questions. Didn’t argue. Just grabbed your jacket. And followed him.

The car ride was silent. Tense. Henry drove too fast, too reckless, hands gripping the wheel like he wanted to strangle something. You watched him. Waited. Didn’t push.

And when he finally pulled up to the quarry, killed the engine, just sat there—breathing hard, staring out at nothing—You knew. Something had happened. Something bad. And you knew exactly how to get his mind off it.

It started fast. Fingers gripping. Mouths crashing. Teeth, tongue, heat.

You barely got the words "Henry, are you okay?" out before he was pulling you into his lap, hands sliding under your shirt, voice all low and rough and desperate.

"Just shut up, baby."

So you did. You shut up. And let him take. Because that’s what he needed. That’s what you both needed. And in the backseat of Henry’s car, windows fogged, bodies tangled, breathless and wanting, nothing else mattered.

Not Eddie. Not Butch. Not this town. Just this. Just him. Just you.

After, it was quiet. Not awkward. Just quiet. You curled up against him, head on his chest, his arm slung lazily over you, the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke thick in the air.

Henry was distant. Eyes staring out the window, lost in something else. You traced slow circles on his skin. Watched him.

"You okay?"

It took him a second. Then he exhaled. Long. Slow. Ran a hand through his hair. "I just can’t wait to get the hell out of Derry."

His voice was flat, tired. But then he glanced down at you. And smirked. "With you."

Your heart skipped. You realized he meant it. Henry meant it. That scared you more than anything. Henry Bowers didn’t make promises. Now he was making one.

And if he meant it, then you were in way too deep.

[juicykvnture]

(YOU DRIVE ME) CRAZY

mechanic!Jason x ditzy/girly!fem!Reader NSFW!!

tags: AFAB reader, kinda bimbo!reader, manhandling, fingering, spit, thigh riding, light slapping, nicknames (doll/bunny),semi-public? (in a garage)

a/n: This came idea to me while listening to my 2000’s playlist (thank u Britney Spears)

wc: 3.4K | masterlist

You honestly don’t know where you’d be without your favourite mechanic! Taken off of the road, girl be serious.

It’s not like you do it on purpose, yknow? Seriously, there’s nobody on this planet who enjoys that feeling of existential dread when you back up against the curb a little too hard.

So, like any rational person, you blame the state of your car on bad luck, or the world around you - like, how were you supposed to know that there was gonna be a curb there?

The first time, you just slapped a bumper sticker over the scuff mark, and then another one, and then another, until ultimately your precious Impala looks less like a muscle car and more like an arts and crafts project. Especially since the second you got it, you immediately handed it over to the garage and all but begged to get the original dusty pink colour restored.

You’ve mastered the skill of batting your eyelashes out of speeding tickets, flirting your way out of parking fines, the whole lot.

But the same can’t be said about the fact you’ve got a knocked-off mirror and a busted-up tail-lights, which you can’t stress enough is simply just rotten luck, never-mind your bumper hanging on by a mess of pink washi tape of all things.

But the silver lining? Him.

——————————— ☆ ———————————

“We’re closed,” Jason calls out from under a car, cursing under his breath when he hears the door to the garage creaking.

He’s a busy guy, he just hasn’t had time to get around to the damn thing. Especially not now, not with the fact he’s got a never-ending list of customers coming to him every three seconds and his gloves are dripping in engine oil.

Yes, gloves. Only cause Dick laughed at him and said Jason looks like he’s been in the mines all day with his bare hands stained black.

His brother is in no position to tease him about anything. He can’t tell his ass from his elbow when it comes to cars. All he does is the accounts.

At the sound of footsteps coming closer, Jason’s expression hardens as he starts to roll himself out from under the car. For fucks sake, he literally just called out the fact they’re is closed and there just has to be some stubborn fucker who thinks they’re more important than everyone else.

The sound isn’t just footsteps, it’s heels. Loud, clicky heels.

With a slightly amused sigh, his head comes into view, his hair a tousled mess like always with his grease-stained vest clinging to his body.

You’re not exactly sure why he became a mechanic, he could easily be a fucking model or something.

“Hi, Barbie.” He hums, crossing his arms over his chest, making absolutely zero effort to get up.

Fidgeting with the charms on your nails, you blink. How creative of him to definitely be the first person to ever tease you with that.

“You think you’re funny?”

He just shrugs as he peels off his gloves, now graciously deciding to stand up.

“I think I’m adorable.”

Staring at your bumper, and then at you, Jason has to hold back a cackle, he knows you’re a menace on the road but even for you, the state of the hood of your car is impressive. Sheer damage on that thing has his mouth hanging open for a moment. Wheres the rest of it? Where's the rest of your skirt? Surely you got that for 50% off.

“Less of the horrified stares and more car fixing, please?” You blink, tapping your nails against the side of your thigh.

You do that a lot, he’s noticed. You’re kinda fidgety.

“Don’t rush me. You come in here for my skills or my charm?”

Before you can even answer, he’s brushing past you to take the keys dangling from your manicured fingers, his large hand brushing against yours.

“My bad, Dolly. I know it’s my pretty face you come here for.”

He can’t hold back a small huff when he glances at the keys in his hand. Well, it’s more a tangled up mess of pink and sparkly key chains, no surprise you need a massive purse to drag all that around.

Glancing over his shoulder as he walks out to the car, he twirls the keys around on his finger, scoffing a little at the rhinestone Playboy bunny charm.

“M’gonna go get this beauty up on a ramp, you jus’ sit there and look pretty, alright?”

Yeah. Unlike your driving skills, you’re good at that, sitting there all dolled up.

Pretty, he called you pretty.

Is it stupid that you feel almost giddy when he says that?

You’re sat up on the workbench now, dangling your heels off of your feet as you swing your legs, the soft click of your nails against the phone screen filling the room along with a confused grumble every couple minutes from Jason, internally wondering how the fuck you managed to get a car as formidable as a Chevy impala run down like this.

He’s stood over the hood of your car with his hands on his hips, shaking his head. He looks more like he’s trying to start a barbecue and not checking your engine.

“Dolly?” He pipes up suddenly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Mhm?” You tilt your head up tossing your phone back into your purse before hopping off of the counter again, the click of your heels hitting the concrete soon following.

“You got your logbook anywhere?”

Silence.

You blink, tilting your head to the side like he’s just asked you to solve some kind of mystery.

“The blue book, I filled it out the last time you had your car serviced here.” He explains.

“Oh,” You let out a sheepish chuckle, your hands instinctively going to smooth over the pockets on your skirt. Yeah, as if you’d have a whole logbook in your fucking pocket. As if it would even fit in a skirt that short.

“It’s in there.. somewhere?” You offer with an awkward gesture of your hand, your charm bracket slinking against your watch.

“Yeah, I’d hope so.” Jason sighs, reaching an arm up to close the hood.

“I’ll check your glovebox, you check in the back, yeah?”

“Shit,” You’re now rooting through every pocket, every single possible compartment, tossing your empty shopping bags to the side in search of it.

It’s one stupid little book, how hard can it be?

His brows arch in amusement as he digs through your glovebox. It’s all so stupidly you. Rifling through piles of CDs in hopes of it somehow being sandwiched between Britney Spears - Greatest Hits and Lady Gaga -The Fame.

To his dismay, it ain’t. It’s just bubblegum wrappers and a bizarre amount of sunglasses and mismatched earrings as far as the eye can see.

“Any luck back there, Barbie?” He mumbles, ready to crawl into the back with you to help you try find it.

When you shake your head, he sighs, leaning his hand against the console with the other gripping the passenger side headrest to get in the back.

- - CLICK - -

You blink, staring at Jason for a moment as he lands himself beside you.

His eyes aren’t on you though, he’s staring at the window, more focused on the fact he just accidentally locked you two inside your car.

“Where’s the key?” Jason sits up slightly, glancing at you with his eyebrows furrowed expectantly.

You’re staring back at him like a deer in headlights, trying not to focus on the fact that your car just lacks AC and his abs are looking a little too good under that vest for your liking.

“My purse?” you’re not entirely sure, but it’s the only place you can imagine they’d be.

Okay, just one small issue.

Your purse is currently out on the workbench, hung up somewhere between a carjack and a set of screwdrivers.

You begin your internal panic, death by a hot car with an even hotter guy inside? Yeah, you’re cooked, you’re done. You want a pink casket at your funeral and-

“Hey,” Jason snaps you out of it after a moment, his hand tentatively moving to rest on your knee, his thumb pressing little circles into your skin.

“We’re fine, okay? Just focus on finding me the book and I’ll sort this out later.”

You nod a little shakily, but you can’t help glancing out the window. Fuck, you can literally see your purse right there. How could you be so stupid?

“Dolly, c’mon.” He sighs, noticing how you’re gnawing at your acrylics with a small grimace.

He leans back in his seat a little, letting his head thump against the window, he’s doing that stupid man-spread thing they always tend to do, his thighs taking up almost the entirety of your backseat.

“Look, we’ll be okay. Dick’s coming here in about an hour or something, cause I need him to sort my taxes. We’ll tell him the keys are in your purse, alright?”

He may have the emotional intelligence of a teaspoon, but he can tell you’re thinking the worst-case scenario, as ridiculous as it may be. You don’t like enclosed spaces, that’s fine.

A small tug at your hand prompts you to land in his lap, facing him as his fingers drum against the leather by his sides.

“Have you checked your pockets?”

“What?” You blink.

“For the logbook,”

You figure he’s just trying to make you laugh, trying to distract you from the thoughts of impending doom. It’s silly, but part of you likes that he’s trying. You like that he cares.

“How do you expect me to keep it in a skirt like this?” You scoff, glancing down at the denim skirt clinging to your hips. It barely fits your phone in your pocket without your ass basically hanging out.

“Dunno,” he hums, his fingers now tapping lightly against your thighs.

“I should check, maybe it’s in there.”

When you roll your eyes, he offers a small smirk, his hands crawling up your hips to slip into your back pockets, giving your ass a squeeze.

He’s about as subtle as a punch to the face.

“Jason!” You sputter, your first giving his chest a half-assed little punch.

“What?” He shrugs, his hands still very much resting atop your ass, squeezing again just to see how you react.

“M’just checking, Dolly, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

The smirk just doesn’t leave his face, he likes to see how your cheeks heat up, about as pink as your silly little nails.

“My panties are not in a twist, Jason.”

Except, they are.

They have been since he pulled you into his lap like you weigh absolutely nothing. They have been since you saw him roll out from under that car. They have been since you were on your phone, pretending to text someone whilst you were actually staring at the muscles rippling in under his skin.

“Hello?” He coos, giving your forehead a little poke when he notices you zone out, his hand slowly moving back down to your skirt to hook his fingers into your belt loops, pulling your hips down against his a little more.

“Y’still with me?” He mumbles, his lips gently brushing against your jaw.

You blink, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to ignore both the heat in your cheeks and the one between your thighs.

“Hm?”

“I asked if you’re still with me,” Jason grins, his gaze following your necklace down to the little diamond pendant with the first letter of your name (if Regina George has one, so do you), and then a little lower to your cleavage.

“You’re not very subtle,” You mumble, fidgeting with your charm bracelet as you tilt your head to glance out the window once more, berating yourself mentally about those keys.

“And you’re not very focused,” He counters, giving the pendant on your necklace a little tug to pull your attention back towards him.

What the fuck are you even supposed to be focused on? Searching for the logbook? The sweltering heat inside your car? The fact you can feel his hand literally crawling up under your skirt? The fact he’s rubbing his thumb in little circles against your panties?

You open your mouth to say something snarky, only to be cut off by a small chuckle coming from the back of his throat.

“Don’t think too hard, you’ll hurt your head.”

“Shuddup,” you mumble sheepishly, staring at him through your falsies with a slightly forced laugh, trying to ignore his wandering hand.

“I’m not doing anything.” Jason shrugs like it’s nothing, keeping one hand between your legs as the other slides up under your shirt, gently stroking your back as if to ease you.

You don’t give a fuck about the stuck-in-the-car situation anymore, your brain is mostly occupied by the stuck-with-Jason situation.

“You’re not looking at me,”

Thank you Jason, for that astute observation.

“Why?” He presses on, his hand sliding out from under your shirt to tilt your face up to his, raising his eyebrows as if you’re overreacting.

His grip is a little tight, but not painful. Why would he wanna put a frown on your pretty face, after all?

Your pout at his teasing makes him chuckle slightly, offering a nonchalant shrug as his eyes roam over your face, still lazily rubbing his thumb against your underwear.

“Pretty lashes,” He points out, acting like this is a completely normal conversation to be having.

Still, you’re flattered. A compliment is a compliment, yeah?

“They’re fake.” You mumble sheepishly, staring down at your lap.

That earns a tiny scoff, you feel his hand tilting your chin up again, tilting his head to the side.

“So? They’re cute.”

You force out a small chuckle, feeling his eyes scanning every detail of your face. You can’t even hide the flush on your cheeks.

“These are cute too.” He continues, his large hand gently wrapping around your wrist, glancing down at the pink charms on your nails.

He lets go after a moment, pushing your skirt up your hips a little, his fingers hooked into the belt loops.

“Can’t forget these,” Jason mumbles, a small smirk gracing his features when he hears the slight hitch in your breath, watching the subtle shift of your hips.

“Now these are cute.” His hands wander further up your thighs, lightly hooking his fingers into the hem of your lacy underwear to give it a small tug, his smirk unwavering.

“Shuddup,” you mutter under your breath, reaching a hand up to gently adjust your lashes, trying to ignore his hand between your thighs.

“That ain’t nice, Dolly.” He mumbles into your neck, his teeth gently dragging over your smooth skin before nipping at it slightly, his breath hot against your flesh.

He’s been condescending, pretty much mocking you in subtle little ways ever since you marched your pretty ass into his garage.

If everything about you is so cute and pretty, he’d bet his whole life savings that your sounds are too.

And he’s all too happy to test that theory.

His hand slips away from your panties for a moment, giving the side of your thigh a little smack, his strong hands pressing into your thighs as he flips you around.

He was right. He knew he would be.

You shift your legs awkwardly when he basically tosses you around however he sees fit, acting like that shit doesn’t turn you on.

Glancing down at how you’re pressing your knees together again, he smacks your other thigh, just a tiny bit harder, pulling your back against his chest, grinning into your neck at the little squeak you unintentionally let out.

“You squeal like a fuckin’ bunny, you know that?”

Your skirt is now bunched up around your midsection, your breathing a little shaky as you feel his fingers tracing over your panties again, lightly circling his thumb against your clit through the thin lace.

“Jason, shuddup.” You repeat for like the tenth time, only to be met with a smirk against the back of your neck.

“Is that all you’re able to say to me now, bunny? shuddup, shuddup, shuddup?” He’s mocking you now, putting on a squeaky little voice and everything, paired with an exaggerated pout into your neck before he lightly bites again.

“You’re mean.”

“Oh, am I? Poor you,” He mumbles into your jaw, his other hand going to your neck, gently tilting your head up while his fingers hook into the lace, pulling it down your thighs.

His eyes remain locked on your face in the rearview mirror, watching how your lips part slightly.

“Open your mouth f’me, Dolly.”

“Huh?” You mumble a little breathlessly, your expression a little dazed in the small mirror.

“Y’heard me, open your mouth.” He repeats, his middle and ring fingers gently prodding at your chin.

With a shaky sigh, you part your lips, your lashes fluttering slightly.

“Atta girl,” Jason mumbles in slight amusement, almost impressed with how easily you listen to him. It’s not like you usually tend to have much going on in that little head of yours, anyway.

His fingers press down on your tongue, just resting there for a moment as he feels you trying your push yourself down against his lap a bit harder, leaving a little wet patch on his jeans.

He presses a small kiss to the back of your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder, his fingers pushing a little further into your mouth, pressing your tongue down.

It’s useless for him to try to stifle a huff of amusement when you gag, slowly pulling his fingers back, covered in your spit.

“You’re real pretty, yknow that?” His voice is a soft rasp against your neck, lightly rubbing his fingers against your clit, pressing a little kiss to his jaw.

“Uh-huh,” you manage a weak nod, tilting your head back against him with a shaky sigh, your teeth pressing into your bottom lip.

“Good.”

He’d burn a fucking CD full of your little sighs and dumb little squeaks if he could.

It’s so obvious he’s doing this on purpose too, his fingers moving against you at an almost agonisingly slow pace. It’s partly cause he doesn’t wanna rush things.

But mostly cause he wants to hear you whine a little more. He lives for that stupid little pout on your glossy lips.

“Jason..” Your words come out as an almost silent plea, your hips lifting to try to push against his hand a little harder, only to be met with another smack to your thigh.

“M’not gonna let you rush me - sorry, Dolly.” He tilts your head to the side, admiring your flushed face in the mirror once more - it’s hard for him to take his eyes off of it, actually.

When he’s had enough fun making you pant, he finally decides to be decent enough to actually give you something, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt, kissing behind your ear as if his strong arm is wrapped around your torso like a vice, bouncing his thigh a little bit every now and then, just to mess with you even more.

“Y’still with me, bunny?” He’s holding your neck now, his thumb rubbing over your kiss-swollen lips, lightly pushing it between them.

“Mhm,”

You’re not sure whether to nod or shake your head, and before you can even answer he’s grinding you down into his thigh again, gripping your hips hard in whatever way he wants, his fingers likely to leave little bruises on your hip-bones.

He should kiss those better later, he thinks.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” His hands slide up your hips to your torso, his fingers pressing into your ribs as he moves you around to lie down on the backseat, his thigh slotting between your legs as he fumbles with his belt, grinding himself against you slightly.

And that’s when you see it.

Your car keys are right there, in his fucking front pocket.

And you never even thought to question him.

a/n: I have the feminine urge to gnaw at his arms like a rabid dog.

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hiii :D would u be willing to make a 2012 leo x fem reader where reader is very dense to leo's obvious crush on her? And everyone else knows it and tries to be his wingman but reader just doesn't get it until he spells it out for her? Ofc if u don't want to you can ignore! I love your work xoxo 💕

We Just Have To Set The Mood (Fluff)

2012!Leonardo x reader

A/N: Finally got around to do this one! I decided to have a little fun and write it from the other’s perspective, just to try something a little different. I had a hard time doing it so Leo actually spelled it out to the reader, so I decided to focus on the wingman aspect of your request. I started to get a little bit of a writer's block towards the end, but I really wanted to get this finished for you💙 Hope you’ll enjoy anyway💙

Warnings: None💙

“Is she blind or something?”, Raph whispered in utter disbelief, watching you and Leo on the couch from his and Donnie’s hiding spot behind a pillar, their eyes following the movements of the two of you as you casually talked. Well, you at least seemed casual. Leo on the other hand looked like a love lost puppy, with practically bright pink hearts for eyes and a dreamy smile smeared over his face, as he listened to you talk. “I mean, look at him. He follows her around like a lost puppy! How has she not noticed?!”

“It’s (Y/N) we’re talking about, Raph”, Donnie reminded his brother. “This is the same girl that literally has been oblivious to Leo’s crush for years now. Have you forgotten the time Leo thought he had asked her out on a date, but then she brought April along, thinking it was a casual get together?”

“Don’t remind me”, Raph mumbled. “He was a sighing mess for two weeks, and he really wanted me to ask about it”.

“Did you ask him about it?”, Donnie questioned, raising a brow muscle.

“Of course not”, Raph said, neither he nor Donnie noticing the orange clad bundle of joy, silently making his way to his brothers from behind. “If I ask about it once, he will expect me to ask about it again another day”.

“What are we talking about?”, Mikey’s voice suddenly sounded behind the two brothers, causing them to do a little jump in surprise. So much for being a ninja, and you can’t even hear your little brother casually walking up behind you.

“Leo and (Y/N)”, Donnie said, sparing Raph from the madness. “They are talking, but (Y/N) is still as oblivious as always”.

“You’re joking”, Mikey said in disbelief, peeking out from his brothers’ hiding spot, to see the scene unfolding on the couch. He could practically hear Leo’s heart beat in his chest as you spoke, his hands fiddling with themselves in an effort to keep himself calm. Damn, he was struck hard.

“How long have they been sitting there?”, Mikey asked.

“An hour or two”, Raph answered. “And nothing has happened, other than Leo looking like an absolute fool”.

“We have to do something”, Mikey said, suddenly sounding like a man on a mission, making Raph’s eyes widen in fear for what his little brother may have had in mind. Donnie on the other hand just seemed sceptical.

“There’s not much we can do”, Donnie said, placing his hands on his hips. “Leo has specifically asked us not to let (Y/N) know, and so far he doesn’t seem like he’s ready to tell her”.

“Nobody has to tell anybody anything”, Mikey smiled, already having an idea in mind. “We just have to set the mood”.

“And how are we supposed to do that?”, Raph asked, crossing his arms, seeming not the least bit convinced by Mikey’s words. “We live in a sewer, for crying out loud”.

With a smile Mikey turned to his brother in red, before wiggling his brow muscles. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way”, was all he said, before slipping out of his brothers’ hiding spot, making his way across the room, heading straight for the kitchen.

Watching in confusion and curiosity, Donnie and Raph’s eyes followed Mikey as he made his way through the living area, past you and Leo. You, only seeming lightly aware of Mikey’s presence in the room, and Leo focused on nothing else but you.

It didn’t take long before Mikey came back from the kitchen, with a pack of chocolate in his hand. With a small skip in his step, Mikey made his way towards the couch, before taking a seat next to Leo on the opposite side of you, causing the older turtle to shoot him an annoyed look. The last thing Leo wanted right now, was for his brothers to ruin what small moments he got to spend alone with you.

“So”, Mikey said, opening the pack of chocolate in his hands. “How are you two doing today?” Out of the corner of his eye, Mikey could see both Raph and Donnie facepalm. But they did not know what Mikey had planned, and therefore Mikey was comfortable in his actions.

“We’re good, Mikey”, you smiled, not noticing the daggers Leo was staring at his youngest brother. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m good”, Mikey smiled, holding up the chocolate. “Just about to enjoy myself a treat”.

“Mikey”, Leo suddenly said, almost in a warning tone, trying to find a reason to get Mikey away from the main living area, so he could be alone with you again. “Didn’t you have that thing to do in your room?”

“What thing?”, Mikey asked, acting like he had no clue what Leo was talking about. But he knew exactly what Leo was trying to do.

“That thing you talked about earlier today”, Leo said, giving his brother a warning look.

“Oh!”, Mikey suddenly exclaimed, acting like Leo had reminded him of something. “You’re right! That thing!”

Mikey quickly got up from the couch, before springing towards his room, and the pillar Raph and Donnie still stood hiding behind. You and Leo giggled at each other, when you saw that Mikey had left his chocolate behind, however neither of you seemed to notice how the orange clad turtle still had the TV remote in his hand as he left.

“How is that going to set the mood?”, Raph whispered in a harsh voice, wondering if Mikey had lost his mind.

“Have faith in me brotha”, Mikey said, dingling the TV remote in front of his face. “I know what I’m doing”.

Frowning with confusion, Donnie and Raph watched as Mikey made his way over to the light switch, before turning it off. That caused a small startled sound from you, followed by small laughs from both you and Leo, saying something along the lines of it probably just behind his brothers pulling a prank of sorts. Much to both Raph and Donnie’s surprise, Leo suddenly seemed much less nervous, his laugh actually sounding somewhat confident.

With a big smile plastered over his face, Mikey made his way back to the pillar, giving his brothers a wink. “Now watch this”. With the TV remote in hand, Mikey pressed the on button, then sudden light from the TV filled you and Leo’s field of view, causing the two of you to jump in surprise, followed by the two of you laughing once more from your sudden shock.

“Now”, Mikey said, crossing his arms. “We just let the magic play out”.

“What magic?”, Raph asked, still not convinced.

“I think he’s talking about that magic”, Donnie said, pointing to you and Leo who had scooted closer to each other, so you had an easier time sharing the chocolate.

“I don’t believe it”, Raph mumbled, mouth open in disbelief, as you suddenly, for once looked at Leo with a hint of what he had been looking at you with.

“What is playing anyway?”, Donnie asked, honestly impressed with what he saw.

“Just that romantic series everyone is talking about”, Mikey said. “There’s a marathon tonight, so those two will have plenty of time to figure things out”.

“B- but”, Raph stammered, still not truly able to believe what was going on. “How did you know it would work? How did you know that was playing tonight?”

Mikey shrugged his shoulders with a small smile. “I got my secrets”.

“Secrets my shell”, Raph snarred. “How did you know?”

“Guys…”, Donnie said, trying to get his brothers’ attention so they could see how the scene on the couch was evolving.

“I can’t tell you all of my secrets”, Mikey said with a shrug, enjoying how it seemed to annoy Raph.

“You little-”.

“Guys!”, Donnie whispered more harshly, finally gaining the arguing turtles attention. “Look!”, he said, pointing towards you and Leo, who now sat on the couch with your arms loosely draped around each other, and your lips connected in a soft and sweet kiss.

Raph blinked at the sight, before turning to look at Mikey, who stood with a big smile. “I told you we just had to set the mood”. 

[cheesecakeluver]

BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND

hamzahthefantastic x reader

When your brother calls you to pick him up from a house party, he forgets to mention his best friend is coming along for the ride.

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I sigh when receiving the phone call, as it had awoken me from my slumber. It was currently 2:43 am, and my completely wasted older brother was whining into the phone, desperate for me to pick him up from this random house party after his girlfriend had left without him. I knew this would happen, deep down. My brother always over drank on alcohol, then came crying to me because i'm the one with a license. Unlike that asshole, i wasn't high when doing my drivers test.

i hung up on him after telling him i'd be there in ten minutes, as i lazily slouched out of my bed and threw a hoodie on. I was only wearing shorts and the grey, slightly oversized hoodie, but if there was nobody to impress, then what did i care. I just had to hope he wasn't overly drunk, causing one of his friends to have to help him to the car.

Grabbing my keys, i quietly made my out of the house, closing the door as slowly and soundlessly as i could to avoid waking my parents, who would kill my brother if they found out he was out this late. Thankfully, my parents always preferred me over my brother, so none of the heat would ever land on me.

When in my car, i carefully pull out of the driveway, looking around at the houses around me, now empty of light at this time of night. When far enough away from my house, i allow myself to lightly play music. "3005" by Childish Gambino comes on, and i hum along to it as i gradually get closer to the house where my brother was. I just had to hope he wasn't going to be sick in my car when i picked up, or i'd kill him.

Soon enough, i take a sharp left and down a long, narrow lane, leading me to a classy, white manor, bright colourful lights and pounding music leaking out of it. I drive even closer, parking in front of it, making sure my brother would know where i was.

People filter in and out of the house, laughing, stumbling, crying, you name it. As i watched the party goers interact with their friends and lovers, part of me yearned to be invited to such gatherings, to be in a social circle as large as my brothers.

I hear a commotion, and see my brother vomiting as he escaped out of the doorway of the manor, causing me to cringe in embarassment, sinking a little lower into my car seat. Another boy, who i recognised as his best friend, Hamzah, was holding him upright, as tears streamed down his face. Jesus, he was a mess. If my parents saw him like this, he wouldn’t be allowed to leave the house.

Hamzah spots me almost instantly, his eyes squinting due to the darkness outside contrasting with the brightness inside, and i wave a gentle hand in the air, calling him over.

He does as i motion, my drunken brother in his arms as he unlocks the car door, throwing him into the backseat. I sigh in relief, thankful he hadn't seen me in my attire. It was bad enough already that my hair was messy, and not a drop of makeup graced my face.

Until, Hamzah opens the passenger door beside me, and slides in, shifting as he started to make himself comfortable. For a minute, i pause, confusion evident on my face as the boy sighed, running a finger through his dark curls, unaware of my state.

He eventually noticed my eyes on him, and turned to me, staring deep into my eyes with his warm brown ones, his cheeks flushed a dark pink.

"Did your brother not mention i'm supposed to be staying are your place?"

No he fucking didn’t.

My mouth gaped open slightly, before i shut it, realising i was making a fool of myself, in front of my brothers best friend.

It's almost a worldwide phenomenon that as a teenage girl, It's not abnormal to have a crush on at least one of your brothers friends, if not all of them. The only thing was, my crush on Hamzah hadn't faded since we were children, and now here he was, sitting dressed up in my car, slightly drunk, with my vomiting brother in the back.

I caught myself on, becoming flustered as i responded quietly.

"Uh, no... he doesn't tell me much these days." i mumbled, ripping my eyes away from his as i turned my attention back on the wheel in front of me, as he shrugged, reaching for his phone.

"It's fine though, i can stay at another friends place. Don't wanna be an inconvienience or anything" He sighed, scrolling through his contacts.

“Wait, Hamzah.. “ i interrupted, a feeling of guilt washing over me.

“Listen it’s fine. I just didn’t know, and was a little surprised.” I spoke softly, my eyes still firmly in front of me, on the wheel, as my fingers nervously tapped against the window to my side.

He buckles his seatbelt, rolling his eyes as he listens to my brother make strange gurgles and bleary whines from the backseat.

“Sorry about him being well..that drunk” He mutters, apologising.

“It’s not the first time” I joke, a small laugh escaping my lips as i start the car, the small engine shuttling.

He laughs quietly, watching my brother wriggle around as he finally becomes comfortable, and lays face down in the backseat.

“I bet it won’t be the last either” He says, smiling softly.

I settle down, my nerves calming as i allow myself to glance at him every now and then throughout the drive. Music still floods through the speakers, making the awkward silence dissipate slowly as the journey continues. Every now and then, when the right song came on, Hamzah would hum along slightly, and my heart would flutter. The only words spoken were those of my brother, and at one point, i just began to drown him out, his moans ruining the moment.

He continues to hum along to the music quietly, sneaking glances at me as my heart pounds against my chest. It was only when my brother would loudly moan and make a fool out of himself that hamzah’s gaze would be broken, his eyes drifting away to look straight ahead instead, leaving me yearning for his gaze.

Soon enough, we pull into our street, and i switch my lights off, not wanting to awaken my parents. Especially not when my brother was on the brink of vomiting again.

Slowing down, i park a couple metres away from the house, and exiting my car, closing the door ever so gently.

Hamzah unbuckled his seatbelt, turning to check on my brother, who was now drooling everywhere, making a fool out of himself.

“Jesus..” He murmur’s under his breath, opening the door quietly and carefully lifting my brother out of the backseat, holding him against his side steadily, making me wish i was the one in his arms.

i shuddered, prying my eyes off of him as i carefully unlocked and unlatched the front door, my heart stopping as it creaked a couple of times.

He grimaced as the door creaked loudly, shifting my brother’s weight to a more balanced position before stepping inside, trying to close the door as quietly as possible, and succeeding, turning around to face me.

I let out a shaky breath, locking eyes with Hamzah, and in that moment, the situation and realisation finally hitting us like bricks, we burst out laughing, covering our mouths and shaking, tears streaming down our eyes.

My eyes still on Hamzah, it was clear he couldn’t help but erupt into laughter at the situation we were in, his laugh becoming louder than it probably should’ve with it being nearly 2AM, he attempts to muffle his laughter while also struggling to hold my brother upright making me cackle even more.

Still with a cheesy grin on my face, i began to tiptoe upstairs, motioning Hamzah, with my brothers fatigued body in his arms, to follow me.

I carefully avoid the creaky steps, and make it to my brothers room, swinging the door open gently, and ushering the pair inside, my brothers eyes fluttering a little, before he becomes unconscious, drool slipping out of his mouth.

“finally” Hamzah sighs, resting my brothers sleeping body onto the bed, throwing a blanket over him, before coming to lean in the doorframe, his large stature rivalling mine, his warm eyes scanning over me.

He stretches his arms, which were now free from my brother’s weight, his biceps curling as he rested his hands on the door.

“I think we can safely say he’s passed out now”

“Oh, definitely. He’s not waking up for another.. two, three days?” i joke, a small, faint blush flooding my cheeks in the dark.

He chuckles quietly at my joke, noticing my faint blush even in the low light, turning his head to nod towards my brother.

“Oh, for sure. You could even scream in his ear and he probably won’t budge” He teases

i smile, containing my laughter. As much as it pained me to depart, i was tired, and in need of my bed.

“I’ll see you in the morning Hamzah”

He nods in response, shoving his hands into his jean pockets, and retreating into my brothers room, his eyes torn away from mine.

“Yeah, goodnight.” He replied, his eyes watching me leave the room and head down the hall to my bedroom.

As i make my way under the covers, kicking my slippers off in the process, i think back on the night, and the events of it.

Never in a million years would i have thought that maybe, just maybe, Hamzah liked me back. But tonight… something happened. Wether it was my delusions, or reality, i knew i would fall asleep soundly tonight, awaiting the morning where i could see him again.

———————-

The light shone through my curtains, brightening my bedroom with a soft glow as the golden sun rays drifted in. As i turned in bed, memories flooded me, and i smiled to myself, knowing that in the room down the hall, my brother wasn’t the only boy.

Yawning, i stumble out of bed, stretching my arms as i grab my phone from my bedside table, and slide my slippers on, ready to head downstairs. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, and i was in need of a good breakfast, especially after being up so late last night.

I exit my room, my feet padding softly against the carpeted hallway. My heart skips a beat once i slip past the room Hamzah resides in, and i smile to myself as i hastily make my way downstairs, entering the kitchen, romantic thoughts filling my head.

Pouring the coffee, i had to wonder if Hamzah was feeling the same way i was. Did he get flustered as often as i did? Did he think of me, as much as i thought of him? Questions raced in my head, and as i add the final ice cube to my coffee, i hear footsteps behind me.

Turning, i see Hamzah, leant against the doorway, eyes scanning over me. His hands were stuffed in the pocket of a hoodie, one i assumed he must have borrowed from my brother.

“Hamzah.. didn’t expect you up this early” i spoke, my cheeks flushing as i checked the time on my phone. 6:27 AM.

He chuckled quietly at my statement, running a hand through his messy curls, trying to look somewhat presentable in front of me, causing me to smile.

“I could say the same to you” He teased

He took a step closer to me, his muscular arms being on full show as he rolled his sleeves up, veins protruding, causing me to nearly melt as i sipped my coffee, placing my phone on the kitchen counter.

He smirked slightly at how flushed i was becoming, his smirk only growing larger as i placed the phone down, my eyes darting up to look at his face.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, right beside me, looking down at me. The closer he got to me, the more he could see the slight blush that adorned my face.

“You seem a little… red” He teased, referring to my heated cheeks, making me want to curl up and disappear.

I smiled, looking away. I would not let this man get the better of me, not in my own home.

He laughed, a hearty chuckle escaping him. “You’re fine, honestly. I’m just playing with you.”

Even though, deep down inside i was feeling queasy, nervous and anxious about this interaction, something inside me calmed as he told me i was fine. It was like my body was listening to him.

My head hung low as the embarrassment and shame hit me, as i realised i was making a fool of myself in front of him. The guy i had liked ever since my brother introduced us. I turned to walk away, needing a breath of fresh air.

He grinned as i attempted to walk away, his hand quickly latching around my wrist, easily pulling me closer to him before gripping my waist, stopping me in your tracks. His chest was touching my back, trapping me between him and the kitchen counter.

“Now, now, where are you going in a rush?”

His touch felt like fire across my skin, lighting it with every hitch.

“My parents will be up soon.. and i need to hide the events of last night” i admitted, my brothers puddle of vomit lying on the floor of my kitchen, five to six metres from me and Hamzah. Other miscellaneous items from the party, such as red solo cups, and a flower chain lay discarded.

He smirked as he looked down at my figure, so close to his.

“Your parents will be up soon, yet here we are..” He muttered, his breath hot against my ear as he continued to speak in a low whisper.

“Then what can we do…” i whispered, breathlessly. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, after all this time of dreaming, and wishing, and praying for a moment like this.

He couldn’t help but chuckle lowly, seeing how breathless i had become from his touch, his body pressed against mine and his breath on my skin. He slowly leaned down, his lips almost touching the skin of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“There’s a lot we can do..” He whispered, his voice sultry and teasing.

“What the fuck?” a voice behind us yelled. We pull away instantly, our bodies disconnecting due to shock. Turning to see who it was, i sigh, placing my head in my hands.

Of course my brother had to ruin everything.

Hamzah chuckled lowly as he pulled away, taking in my expression as i turned to face my now awake brother, who seemed to walk in and interrupt the moment. He always had to take whatever i had, even if he didn’t want it, and he was doing the same now.

He shoved his hands back into the pockets of his hoodie, turning to look at my brother with raised eyebrows.

“Well, well, look who’s alive” He teased, gesturing to your brother.

“What are you doing with my sister?” My brother asked, his eyes brows furrowed. He better not ruin this moment for me, not for a second time.

Hamzah chuckled at the concern in my brother’s eyes but remained calm, his hands still deep in his hoodie’s pockets. I almost yearned for his hands to be around me. Around my hands. Around my waist.

“Relax, we were just having a.. conversation” He responded unbelievably, raising an eyebrow at my brother’s tone, as if challenging him. Completely dismissing the fact we were flushed and body to body.

“I can’t fucking believe you. Don’t pull this shit with my sister Hamzah. Don’t you fucking do this to me...” My brother continued, anger in his eyes as he began to step closer to Hamzah, fists clenched.

He stayed still, remaining completely calm at my brother’s sudden outburst, unmoving as my brother stepped closer to him.

“And what are you gonna do exactly?” He teased, a glint of challenge in his eyes as he smirked.

“I’m going to fucking kill you” My brother yelled, lunging for Hamzah.

I knew i should have probably been on my brothers side. They do say blood is thicker than water. But how could i? He was preventing me from doing the one thing i had wanted since i was a little girl. He was preventing me from the one man who i had wanted since i was a little girl.

He dodged out of the way of my brother’s attack, laughing to himself as he easily avoided my brother throwing himself at him. God, he looked attractive.

“You’re gonna kill me? With what? You can barely walk in a straight line” He teased, his smirk only growing as he looked at my brother. struggling to even stay standing without support. He was a wreck, and Hamzah knew it.

He chuckled lowly, a little surprised with my brother’s behaviour, but still calm and collected.

He continued to dodge my brother, watching him stumbling around in an attempt to attack, as i stood by the counter, shocked and slightly overwhelmed at the situation in front of me.

As my brother went on another drunken attack, he took the moment to quickly sneak over to my side, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me to his side.

Quickly and gently, he pressed a kiss to my cheek before backing out of your brother’s reach again, smiling ear to ear, his face flushing dark pink, as did mine.

While it wasn’t what i had been imagining, it was still good enough to give me butterflies, as i watched my brother tell obscenities at him while chasing him with random kitchenware.

“Looks like I should be going before your dumbass brother decides to get up off the floor” He called out, still remaining a safe distance away from my still angry brother, who was furious, and a deep shade of red.

“Well.. call me!” i yelled, grinning as i watched him avoid my brothers grasp, and run out of my house, sprinting down my street as my hungover brother, wobbled behind.

He grinned as he sprinted away, turning his head around to look back at me, a playful smirk plastered across his lips, before he turned back around and continued bolting down the road with my brother still trying to catch up to him in his drunken state.

Watching the pair disappear around a corner, i sighed, content. I knew they would make up. They always did after having stupid arguments. I was aware this one would be a little different, due to the fact i was involved, but i knew it would work out in the end.

Placing my hand to my cheek, i could feel Hamzah’s lingering touch there, filling me with warmth and a sense of hope.

Hope for the future, which, could contain him.

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[randomshyperson]

Lacy - Werewolf!Reader x Wanda Maximoff - Kinktober #07

Summary: This Halloween, Wanda receives a surprise visit from her favorite werewolf. The problem is that it's very difficult to keep a crush hidden during mating season.

Warnings: (+18), mutual pining, semi-public, very vague allusions to omega verse, beefy!reader, power!bottom wanda, a bit rough but they are actually sweet to each other, some praising and dirty talk. | Words: 3.144k

A/N-> First, I know nothing about werewolves. It was never my thing growing up (I’m a witch type of person I suppose) but I know about omegaverse stuff and since it’s wolf-based I tried some references from that lore. Also, I was totally thinking about Wednesday's show (and Wenclair ship tbh) when writing the school but you all be free to image whatever you wish. Also, the name is from Olivia Rodrigo’s song, ‘cause it’s such a friends-to-lovers/mutual pining coded lyrics. Good reading folks! 

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The mating season was always the most tiring part of the year.

Even as a child, her days were marked by hard work and running errands - her mother was always very busy with orders, and somehow, the twins were obliged to finish the tasks in record time, so as not to delay the calendars and keep Natalya busy when her customers needed her.

As the largest and most respected apothecary in the country, Natalya Maximoff was also one of the biggest dealers in magical items - and this also included natural suppressants. Her customers wrote to her from all over the world, many famous packs like the Romanoffs or the Howletts only bought her products, and the witch was always very busy at this time of year.

So when their mother told them that she would leave the Maximoff Magical Articles Boutique in their care for two whole days, while she delivered packages around the world, none of them were surprised, as this had been done dozens of times before.

Wanda's indignation stemmed from the fact that her twin brother, as soon as there were no more magical remnants of the portal his mother had conjured to travel through, put on a jacket and told her he was leaving.

"But you can't leave me alone!" Wanda hurried away from the counter. Pietro chuckled, adjusting his hat on his silver hair. Since he had turned 18 last month, he had grown a good few centimeters, and even with her best serious expression, Wanda, who hadn't grown much since she was 15, no longer succeeded in frightening him. That, and well, like his father, Pietro had a bastard heritage of lycanthropy, and with his new skills, he had also gained extreme confidence.

"What, you gonna tell me you're scared of some little wolves?" He sneered, his fangs protruding from his smile. Wanda huffed angrily, her cheeks slightly red. "Don't be silly, Wanda. You're a witch. Nobody's is crazy enough to mess with you."

He tries to pat her on the shoulder, but Wanda pushes a finger against his chest. "I'm not afraid of any wolves, you selfish idiot! Mom says the store is our responsibility. And you're sneaking off to do who knows what! I don't want to spend all night looking after this place on my own. Apart from the season, it's Halloween, and kids go apeshit and-"

"Jesus, Wanda, I'll make it up to you!" He cuts in, already pulling away and ignoring the other girl's protests. "I've got to go, I'm taking Crystal to the movies, then we'll settle up!

"Pietro!" But the call was ignored and the store door was slammed in her face.

Wanda huffed to herself. She could survive a Halloween night, but her brother would owe her a lot if he didn't want to be snitched on. She returned to the counter, texting him another dozen curses before texting to her mother that everything was under control.

And lucky for her, that's how the evening actually went. 

Most of the few customers who showed up were locals, a few sorcerers in need of ingredients, and even a traveling vampire who needed to replenish some reserves for a long trip. Some children also asked for candy, and tired of getting up so often, Wanda decided to leave the jars outside.

It was almost at the end of her shift, when she was ready to close the shop, that a delicious smell wafted into the room. Wanda, who was distracted by the holiday lessons that the institute where she studied always offered when there were short vacations or not, was snapped out of her concentration by the fascinating smell. She looked up just as a figure stumbled into the store, covered by a school uniform hood.

She didn't need you to remove the cap to recognize you, and yet, when your face became visible, Wanda felt her heart unlearn how to beat properly. 

"Good evening?" You looked between the shelves, approaching the cashier, only to hesitate as soon as you saw Wanda. "Oh, h-hi. Uh, is Madame Maximoff around?"

You looked uneasy, adjusting your hair and fiddling with your fingers. Your flushed face must have been due to the walk from the Institute to the store. 

Wanda shook her head as she replied: "She had some orders to place. How can I help you?"

The color of your face deepened, and you couldn't look her in the eye for more than two seconds. "Hmm, I kind of need... suppressants." And it was the turn of Wanda's face to heat up. You continued talking anxiously. "I thought I still had some, but my reservation ran out, and since I'm in the dorm, I wouldn't want to... well, would you have any left? I know it's very short notice but I really need it."

Wanda nodded quickly, equally at a loss for words. You see, if you were any other of her werewolf colleagues, the situation might even be comical. She wasn't like Pietro and didn't make friends very easily, but she shared the same taunting nature. One horny wolf in the store and Wanda would have jokes for the rest of the year. But it was you, her longtime secret crush, emanating a very pleasant scent and in need of something so intimate that Wanda could barely control her own thoughts about what other ways she could help you if there were no other suppressors in the store.

"My mom usually sells everything before the season starts, but I can look in the warehouse to see if we have any leftovers. I'll be right back." She says, smiling softly at your anxious figure.

Wanda has never seen you in heat before; the mating seasons for new wolves begin at the end of puberty, between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, and the vast majority of her werewolf classmates at the Institute return to their packs at this time of year, already matched with their partners in the traditions of the lycanthrope. Wanda only knows about the rituals from her father's family, because each clan, from the Vampires to the witches, is very private about it all. Witches like her mother, who specialize in all kinds of products, are the exceptions.

Wanda tries the storeroom next to the counter, but after a few boxes, she snorts in frustration. Her mother really did sell everything, and she almost reprimanded you for not planning properly. For older, mismatched wolves, being without suppressors could be really dangerous. For you, a new werewolf, it would only be quite painful. It was easier for her to feel sorry. 

And while she tried the last few shelves at the back of the storeroom, you grew even more restless outside. Wanda had no idea how intoxicating the essence of a witch, especially a witch one cared about, was. If you hadn't been so desperate, you would have given up going into the store as soon as you could smell her from around the corner, but then again, your brain wasn't working very rationally right now.

And there was also a scarf on the counter, Wanda's most characteristic item since she had received it as a gift so many years ago. Many of the times you've noticed her, she's worn the item around her neck and it made sense that her scent was so strong in the room, even though she was upstairs.

Your limbs moved by instinct, you didn't have to think much, just let yourself be guided by the urge to exhale that distinctive smell more deeply. 

Your face was pressed against the scarf when Wanda reappeared, and her confused giggle made you jump away mortified.

"Are you all right there?" She ventured, receiving a very quick and embarrassed nod. Wanda chuckled again in amazement, and without caring much about your current condition, she approached. "I looked upstairs, but my mother sold everything, sorry. There's something else you might like to try, maybe a calming potion so you can sleep while... well, this happens to you."

You quickly agree, still embarrassed at being caught. Wanda doesn't mind, if anything, she always found it very entertaining how different you were from the other werewolves she knew; loud and confident to the point of being idiotic. Pietro was a prime example. And if it wasn't for your distinctive stature, she could easily have assumed from your shy and careful personality that you were just an ordinary human, perhaps a mermaid from the way you seemed to bewitch Wanda's attention all to yourself.

"I'm sorry." You mutter suddenly, while she is searching for a sleeping potion on the shelf under the counter. Wanda turns her face up in confusion, but you're looking away. "From the scarf, I know it's... weird. But my body seems to be acting on its own. Just forget about it when we get back to school, okay? I'll be normal when it's over."

"Don't worry, I don't mind." She assured meekly, before finally finding some bottles that could help you and taking them back to the counter. She bit her lip at the way you were panting, and the way your trembling fingers pulled some notes and coins out of your pocket. "You can take these two vials today, and this one in the morning if you're still..."

"Horny'?" You joke, and take Wanda by surprise, but she manages to return the short laugh. Your hands push out the money and she turns away to pack the vials into a small bag. "So, one now and two tomorrow."

Wanda quickly denies it. "No, darling, two now and one tomorrow. Are you... are you sure you're all right? You're sweating-"

"Just give me a minute." You interrupt her with a gasp, the sudden wave of heat catching you completely off guard. The room starts to spin, and for a whole moment, all you can feel is your own arousal and the way you want to touch the witch in front of you. Your body gives way, and your hands force down on the counter, disastrously strong enough for the wood to crack. Wanda jumps in fright, worried, but you grunt quietly. "Shit, I'm really sorry-"

She hurries around the counter, and her soft hands make you jump away. "Hey, it's okay, I just want to help you stand up."

But you gasp in despair, wrenching your body away from her. "Don't touch me, Wanda, for God's sake." You grunt, and if you hadn't sounded so affected, Wanda would have taken offense. Instead, she stands ready to catch you if you lose your balance again, and that's exactly what happens. This time, your weight falls forward, and Wanda's body serves as a barrage. 

Your wolfish weight is almost too much for her, and it doesn't help that your face is buried against her collarbone, and your arms embrace her clumsily. "Hm, so soft." She hears you sigh, as she struggles to drag you over to the reading area of the store's bookshelves, where there's a sofa to put you on. When you fall into the cushions, you look up with dreamy eyes and an easy smile playing on your lips. Wanda gasps softly from exhaustion. 

"Wait here a moment, okay? You feel like you're burning up with a fever. I'll get you some water." She explains, but it doesn't seem like you're listening very much, disconcerting her with the way you're looking at you so discourteously, your pupils dilating. Wanda adjusts a strand of hair, self-conscious under your gaze. "I'll be right back."

She practically runs out of there, and alone, realizing her own hands are trembling as she remembers the sensation of having your body against hers. She shakes her head to push the thought away, you were clearly in a vulnerable moment right now, and Wanda doesn't think she'll survive the shame of being rejected once the heat wears off.

When Wanda returns with the water, she almost drops the glass on the floor. You haven't moved, but you've changed position, limp against the sofa, evidently rubbing yourself down the item as you whimper. 

"Oh, detka, let me help you." Wanda abandons the glass on a shelf, and rushes to your side, kneeling beside the sofa. You gasp in embarrassment, trying to escape her gaze, but Wanda's hands grab your warm face. "Let's go upstairs. I'll make it better." She whispers the invitation, but the thought alone is enough for you to grunt in affection and pull her face towards you. 

It's a hungry kiss, and the position doesn't help. Wanda has to grab your shoulders to keep from falling to the floor and ends up breaking into a giggle when a moment later it's you who's throwing yourself at her, desperately kissing her as if she's going to disappear. 

The lightness disappears quickly. She feels very hot and bothered, especially when your tongue slips into hers as if you already knew exactly how to kiss her, and your hands touch her entire body with determination. Her plea for you to slow down turns into a moan when your knee pushes between her legs.

It's almost primitive the way you seem willing to have her right there on the floor, angrily trying to pull her clothes off while your moans mingle. Wanda's face burns and she struggles to match the kiss, losing that battle all too easily when your palms begin to stimulate her nipples. 

She can feel the wetness begin to bother her through the fabric of her panties, and perhaps, you can smell it too, because you grow more impatient, and begin to murmur disconnected compliments into her skin, your hands reaching down to unzip her pants. Wanda chokes between moans, practically whimpering when your fingers find her so ready. 

You enter her, all at once, without a second thought. You suck on her tongue as she squeezes your fingerprints and soaks your hand. It's dirty and rough, and Wanda couldn't hold back even if she tried. Yet the store door opens, and she has to bite down hard on your shoulder to muffle her own noises.

Whoever the customer is, asking if there's anyone there or if the store is open, Wanda makes sure they don't see her. Her eyes are scarlet, and it's never been harder to do a concealment spell than it is now, with your fingers thrusting inside her as if the world around you hardly mattered. Finally, the customer leaves and her magic plays its part in locking the door before Wanda digs her nails into your back and comes against your fingers.

It's not enough - Nothing seems to be. You continue your movements inside her until Wanda is spasming again, begging for a pause. Your hungry mouth finds its way into her most intimate place then, just to tear more pleasure out of her. She loses count of how many times she comes, on your fingers and tongue, until the whole store smells of sex.

Fuck, she has to move you before Pietro comes back.

It's only when you let her breathe, retreating like a wounded wolf, that Wanda notices the puddle of moisture on your pants. You came at the mere act of watching and touching her. 

"Hey, are you okay, sweetheart?" She coos gently, propping herself up on one elbow now that you're lying on your back, one arm over your face. Your clothes are as torn as theirs, but there are many more marks on her body than on yours. 

You sniffle quietly, and Wanda looks at you with concern. "Why didn't you stop me?" you ask upset, and Wanda stares in shock for a moment. Then, swallowing dryly, she works up the courage:

"You didn't want this?"

But your reaction is to laugh incredulously. "Of course, I wanted it, Wanda! But I'm talking about you. Why didn't you stop me? You're a witch, you could have knocked me down, look at you! You're all purple, and I... God, I can't believe I... hurt you." 

She climbs into your lap before you can despair, ignoring your soft protest and grabbing your crying face. "I haven't stopped you because I've wanted you to since we met." She assures you determinedly, caressing your cheeks. "I'm in love with you, you idiot."

Sniffling softly, you raise hopeful eyes. "Really?"

Wanda smiles, her weight against your chest. "Really." She assures you. "And don't worry about the marks, I... like it rough."

You groan in embarrassment, looking away and amusing her. There's a moment's pause, and then finally: "I like you too."

Wanda bites back a smile. "I got that impression, you know? When you were all whiny on me." 

Your laugh is sincere and shy, and Wanda kisses you as your hands grip her thighs. But before she can deepen it the way she'd like, you break again.

"Thanks for helping with the heat... but I'll take you on a date after this. I promise."

She pulls on your bottom lip with a provocative bite. "I'll charge." She assures you in a naughty whisper, and you sigh contentedly as she presses your hips together. Smooth movements, and you're already seeing stars again. 

Your breathing becomes shorter, and Wanda traces her fingers along your jaw, while her other hand moves down. "I bet you're all warm and tight."

You sigh, closing your eyes and nodding in agreement. Wanda kisses you leisurely, also taking time to slide her fingers into your pants and assess the effects of everything so far. She's not surprised by the immense wetness, but the sensation of sinking into you is overwhelming. She can feel ready for another when she starts to stimulate you and watches you squirm beneath her.

"So good... don't stop..." You moan helplessly, and the grip on her thighs is almost strong enough to hurt. Wanda makes a mental note of how to make you lose control of your strength, before curling her fingers inside you and being rewarded with the sweetest sounds in the world. "W-Wanda!"

She decides she likes it very, very much when you whimper her name like that. She continues her motions a few more times until you come hard on her fingers. Wanda thrusts a few times, before removing them and bringing them to her mouth, sucking them clean while you try to catch a breath. 

Your murmurs are labored, and Wanda kisses your cheek a few times. "Come on upstairs, sweet baby, I'll take care of you." She tries to get up, but your hands steady her on your lap.

It's almost ridiculous how easily you lift the two of you, and Wanda has to hold onto your shoulders, chuckling softly at your uncertain stumbles on the way upstairs. 

She'll have time to look after the store when you fall asleep. Right now, she's more focused on kissing you again.

[rynnthefangirl]

Things Ford can and should be blamed for:

Holding a grudge against his brother breaking his project for 40+ years and never once checking on Stan to make sure he was okay after Stan was literally made homeless at 18.

Completely falling for Bill’s lies just because he fed his ego, and subsequently building a portal to the nightmare realm that nearly destroyed the entire world.

Ignoring Fiddleford’s warnings and then causing Fiddleford trauma that led to him frying his own mind in an attempt to cope with it all.

Trying to still preserve his research even after realizing Bill’s true plans instead of just playing it safe and burning it all to ensure nobody can ever complete Bills work.

Making very little effort to reconcile with Stan upon returning to Gravity Falls, giving in to his pettiness and bitterness and not acknowledging all that Stan did to save him.

Projecting his own experiences onto Dipper, and trying to push Dipper onto a life path that would be very detrimental to his social and emotional development.

Not telling Stan and Mabel about the rift to ensure that they know to be on guard against Bill’s attempts to get it.

Things Ford should not be blamed for:

Being upset with Stan for costing him his dream school and believing that Stan may have done it on purpose. Not sticking up for Stan in the moment as he is reeling from what he believes to have been a huge betrayal.

No using his research grant money-- which is specifically for doing scientific research-- in order to financially support his brother.

Giving Stan the journal to go hide away and not prioritizing Stan’s feelings and wants while in the midst of a psychological breakdown due to Bill’s torment and threats.

Being angry at Stan both for pushing him in the portal and also reopening the portal, thereby creating a rift that Bill can use to invade their world.

Wanting to shut down the Mystery Shack and take his house and life back.

Messing up the Zodiac circle (my Stan twins hot take).

Things Stan can and should be blamed for:

Assuming things would be okay with Ford’s project and not informing Ford about what happened.

Dismissing Ford’s valid anger and hurt after losing his shot at West Coast Tech and instead making the situation about himself and their treasure hunting plans.

Again making things about himself when Ford tries to get his help with hiding Journal 1. Not putting aside his own feelings when he sees how distressed and mentally unhinged Ford is, instead provoking him and starting/continuing the fight that leads to Ford being sucked into the portal.

Breaking the zodiac circle by pettily insisting on a thank you when the fate of the world is at stake, and then punching Ford when Ford responds pettily in kind.

Things Stan should not be blamed for:

Becoming a criminal grifter in order to survive after being kicked out and disowned by his own family.

Not reaching out to Ford during their 10+ years apart because he doesn’t know how he’ll be received. Also being hurt and angry that Ford never reached out until he needed something.

Taking Ford’s identity so that he can keep his house and work on the portal.

Creating the Rift by bringing Ford back (Ford being angry is understandable because of how big a threat Bill is, but the warnings were written in invisible ink and he didn’t explain the full situation to Stan, so that fault really isn’t on Stan).

Trying to keep the kids away from Ford.

Being angry at Ford for continuing to hold 40+ year old grudges, rebuking Stan’s attempt at reconciliation, and refusing to thank him.

[anomaly-076]

mixing whb with tkdb again... What do you think each ghoul's biggest fetish is?

Sorry for filing up your inbox so often 😭😭😭

Tkdb boys idiosyncrasies (18+)

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♦ Don't worry at all! I'm glad someone's interested in my writing! ^^ I also went all out with their full idiosyncrasies like all the WHB demons have, so I hope you don't mind ^^ ♦

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Jin

Master/Servant play

A Prince of Frost, who'd do anything to keep his peace. The only ones allowed into his chambers is his trusty servant Tohma and you. He might be cold, but should you tempt him, things will heat up fast.

Tohma

Capnolagnia (smoking)

Timophilia (gold, wealth and high social status)

If you feel a pair of observing eyes on yourself while in Frostheim, rest assured it's the Prince's advisor. Fear not, however, he's merely making sure you cause no trouble. He's usually the center of attention during Frosteim's balls.

Lucas

Crurophilia (legs)

In search for his twin brother, Lucas finds little to no time to relax between studying and training. Many other students, including his good friend Kaito, have said he simply needs some healthy distraction.

Kaito

Mazophilia (boobs)

Katoptronophilia (mirror sex)

As confident he is, the moment you're around reduces Kaito to a babbling mess. Give him a few moments and he'll compose himself only to attempt charming you.

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Alan

Sthenolagnia (muscles and displays of strength)

Asphyxiophilia (choking) - after he overcomes the fear of hurting others on accident

A gentle giant with an air of danger who is like the older brother of all his fellow Vagastrom students. Some gossips say he's done some bad things in his past, but nobody dares or knows to say what.

Leo

Autagonistophilia (being in front of an audience/camera)

A small social media influencer with a tongue sharper than most blades. Him and his partner in crime, Sho, are the primary source of trouble in the Vagastrom dorm with Leo being the sole insinuator.

Sho

Amaurophilia (blindfold kink)

The students of Vagastrom are known to never pass up a good fight and Sho is no different. You're likely to either run into him at his food truck or in the Vagastrom garagaes, tending to his bike Bonnie.

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Haru

Doraphilia (texture/feel of fur/animal skin)

The naughty and energetic president of Jabberwock who carries his son Peekaboo around everywhere. If you're not shy ask to pet him, he'll let you, and then he'll also let you pet Peekaboo too.

Towa

Dendrophilia (plants) - plants need love too, ig (sorry, again T-T)

A romantically oriented ghoul with a very light-hearted and curious nature. Don't let that fool you, though, his hugs are that of an anaconda about to strangle its prey. He's so in tune with the nature he eats flowers and the weather reflects his emotions.

Ren

Fictophilia (fictional characters)

A gamer who, despite being chosen into an outdoorsy and hardworking Jabberwock, has the right opposite personality traits. He's an overthinking homebody and will refuse to do even the slightest tasks unless he gains a reward or an achievement for it.

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Taiga

Anthropophagy (cannibalism) sorry

Erotophonophilia (murder)

The lunatic president of Sinostra, with very particular tastes. Anyone who's seen him eat will tell you he doesn't mind getting his face dirty while devouring his meal. His impulsivity makes him very trigger-happy.

Romeo

Hoplophilia (guns)

Romeo is a perfectionist and expects nothing less from his partner either. Curiously, one of his closest Sinostra residents is Taiga, who is nothing of that sort. After spending some time around Romeo, you will find yourself getting whipped into shape.

Ritsu

Hybristophilia (criminals, people who committed crimes)

Dikephilia (justice)

Always striving for justice, yet always seeming to condone criminals' behaviour as evident by his lack of interference and defense of Sinostra's president. Perhaps his moral compass more arched than expected?

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Subaru

Chirophilia (hands)

A legacy-bound actor who constantly worries about minuscule things. His compassion knows no bounds even if it might place him into a dangerous situation. His fellow students would say he simply needs a reassurance from someone he trusts.

Haku

Stigmatophilia (tattoos and piercings)

Capnolagnia (smoking) - you couldn't pry this HC from my cold dead hands

Some students might describe him as nothing but nice, and yet some account him to be a mischievous flirt. Both are true, but only his chosen person gets to fully experience how real those rumors are.

Zenji

Metrophilia (poetry)

A truly gifted poet constantly seeking for another source of ideas for his erotic poetry collection. Loves seeking out new partners to inspire his writing and doesn't shy away from describing acts between him and his partner in his poems.

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Edward

Hematolagnia (Drinking/seeing blood)

Odaxelagnia (biting/being bitten)

The ever so thirsty president of Obscuary, though barely few students could testify to seeing him in the flesh. His chambers are only for the most resilient due to the lingering smell of death and mess of clothes, his or someone else's.

Rui

Voyeurism

Calygnephilia (beautiful women)

To many students and employees he is known as a bartender. To many female students, he is known as an irresistible flirt, but who really knows what happens at his bar after the closing hours?

Lyca

Autozoophilia (being/acting like an animal) - for him it's his wolf form

Amychophilia (getting scratched/scratching)

A young werewolf, who is still struggling to navigate living in the human world. He's very curious and eager to learn. He may come off as a bit intense, but those are only his wolf instincts coming out.

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Yuri

Piquerism (cutting/stabbing someone with a sharp objects)

His personality strongly resembles Henry Frankenstein, which is a reputation he gladly upholds. The image is even enhanced when his assistant is around. In the surgeon's eyes, humans are only interesting or mediocre specimen.

Jiro

Free use kink

A stoic and reserved medical assistant, who isn't opposed to most things. His mobility may not be the best, but he will try. He may not feel strong happiness or pleasure himself, but seeing his partner experience them is enough for him.

[violetjedisylveon]

Shadowpeach AU, where Macaque was originally the guardian of the Immortal Peach Trees, and Wukong had to get past him in order to get an immortal peach...

But Past Wukong ISN'T as strong as Current Wukong, so Macaque keeps preventing him from getting a peach...

One day, Macaque mockingly bites a peach in front of Wukong...

Wukong suddenly has an idea; he kisses Macaque on the lips, to get the peach in Macaque's mouth...

Macaque was frozen, as Wukong smugly takes the peach from the stunned Macaque's hands...

But once Macaque unfreezes himself, he knocks Wukong out with a single punch...

Wukong wakes up, in love with Macaque! 😍

Oh fun!

The idea of a celestial realm dwelling macaque makes me think of @anxiescape's Celestial Bodies au, which is, in their own words, sleeping beauty with gay monkeys and war crimes, and their art is super pretty too! Their Macaque has galaxies in his fur!

As I was answering this, the idea of Macaque having been adopted by the Jade Emperor and Xiwangmu (Queen Mother of the West), popped into my head, so now the Jade Emperor's issue with Wukong isn't just that he's wrecking his shit, but he's flirting with his son and making a fool of him!

This idea just became a whole lot funnier.

This could have been a tragedy, it became a comedy. I might find a way to get some angst in here

Macaque works in the peach orchards with his sisters, sometimes the peach maidens are Xiwangmu's daughters, because he enjoys it and it's a natural habitat for a monkey like himself.

He was not expecting the new stable boy to be so brazenly bold as to kiss him, a celestial prince, as a ploy to steal from him! He punches Wukong in the face for it and hopes nobody saw that, it's so embarrassing.

Meanwhile Wukong is absolutely smitten with the guy who could knock him out like that and thinks he's super powerful and strong and pretty. So he keeps visiting Macaque specifically, he doesn't know that he's the Jade Emperor's adopted son, he just thinks he's pretty.

Macaque is super confused and annoyed, he's just trying to do what makes him happy and be a good son and this stupid cute monkey keeps getting in his way!

He confides in his big sister Iron Fan, she immediately clocks in that the other monkey has the hots for her little brother and is not a fan. She asks their cousin (Erlang) to keep an eye on Wukong just to make sure he doesn't do anything.

Erlang, who is also not a fan of this monkey with the hots for his cousin, completely understands.

So now Xiaotian Quǎn follows Wukong around whenever he's in heaven, giving his the upmost disapproving looks whenever he interacts with Macaque.

But then! Horror of horrors!

Macaque catches feelings for Wukong! And he wants to die, it's so embarrassing and unbecoming! And it'll never work out! Wukong isn't a celestial, and relationships between celestials and demons or mortals are forbidden!

Macaque is super easy to fluster now and any time Wukong shows up to talk with him he is a blushing mess and is not hiding his affections very well.

Luckily Wukong is as dense as the rock he hatched from, and doesn't get the hint.

Unfortunately, nobody else is and everyone thinks he's toying with the six eared prince's heart. This just makes the rest of Macaque's family like Wukong even less.

Wukong tells Macaque about his cool friends and how they are all about taking on the injustices of the heavens, (he hasn't done anything super destructive yet he's just been a nuisance).

Macaque challenges their ideas with the question of how they would fix it, and how much suffering their war would cause for the mortals, and does a former celestial like Azure really know better than the being who's spent millions of years keeping things balanced?

They are good questions.

Wukong is left doubting the brotherhood.

Man's gay crush is giving him second thoughts.

The Jade Emperor and Xiwangmu still don't really like Wukong because he's clearly got a thing for their son and they are protective parents to say the least.

Once Macaque admits his feelings to his family, and that he wants to date the most infamous"bad boy" in all three realms, well something like this happens:

Jade Emperor: Where do you think you're going, young man? Macaque: Wherever he'll take me. JE: I forbid you to go out with that hoodlum! Macaque: But Daddy, I love him! JE: Go to your room! Macaque: I don't even live here anymore! JE: Well, then, go to your old room that your mother turned into a scrapbooking room!

It's from a Looney toons episode, someone actually made a comic of a similar idea only LBD's the parent in that situation, it's so funny.

So Macaque is grounded now, JE and Xiwangmu have already lost at least two daughters to their lovers (their over reactions to the relationships are what really caused those tragedies but the royal couple doesn't want to admit that, @quitealotofsodapop has a lot more and better detailed ideas about this concept on their blog).

Good news for the brotherhood! Azure can turn this in their favor by making Wukong think the monkey he's in love with is being held prisoner by the Jade Emperor. He still doesn't know Macaque is his son, because macaque liked being around someone who didn't know that and never felt the need to tell him.

So Wukong is amped up to fight the Jade Emperor to rescue his crush/friend!

Meanwhile, Macaque is stuck in his room listening to the dumbass he fell head over heals in love with.

Will this end good? Bad? Who knows! Not even me!

I have ideas for a good and bad end, but I might put it to poll for the decision of what really happens.

Thanks for asking! This was a really fun one, hope you like it!

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Thinking about your fic where Dallas is Tex’s older brother, where does mark come into play? Is there an au where they can be happy 😭💔💔

Well truthfully, in that fic, I think Mark’s in prison still, like at the end of That Was Then, This is Now 🥲

BUT let’s make an AU where they’re happy!

(TW- mentions of canon-typical violence/canon-typical darkness)

(Not a fic btw- just a rambly outline/headcanons)

In this AU, obviously Dally and Johnny live. (they still both have near-death experiences, but they survive yk?)

And canonically, Ponyboy and Mark Jennings are friends when they’re about 15-16ish. Now that we’ve made Dally survive, the two just end up meeting through Ponyboy. Now they know of each other, but they don’t know that they’re half-brothers. Dally thinks of Mark as a pesky kid who’s more annoying than Ponyboy but less annoying than Curly Shepard, and Mark thinks of Dally as a tough-hood-turned slightly pathetic guy who “Couldn’t even get the cops to kill him right smh” (crude I know but I genuinely think that’s what Mark would think 😭)

Then I’m gonna have Steve (he’s observant- in the book he was the one who found Johnny’s jacket in the lot, and the one who noticed Dally had taken his ring back from Sylvia) and Johnny (also pretty observant, just in more of a literary analysis way than in a physical way) discuss how similar the two are.

Eventually they mention it to Two-Bit, who’s like “Uh yeah they’re half brothers? Obviously?”

And Steve and Johnny are like “The fuck do you mean Pony’s buddy is Dally’s half brother??”

Two-Bit, who I’m making Mark’s cousin in this ‘cuz Emilio Estevez played both of them, goes “Yeah no- his mom, my aunt, cheated on her husband with Dally’s dad when I was like…four or five…which was how she got knocked up with Mark…y’all didn’t know that??”

Anyhow all three go tell Dally, who doesn’t initially care all that much. Mark’s got a stable life, and Dally doesn’t particularly feel the need to be part of it, although he does maybe start inviting the kid along to the drive in with him, Pony, and Johnny just a little more often

Mark is similarly indifferent when Pony tells him, just sorta says “Aw man, why’s Shepard get to have the cooler hood for an older brother??”

But that all comes crashing down when the events of TWTTIN come to pass. Now, instead of getting arrested when Bryon calls the cops on him, Mark remembers Dally. So he runs from the cops and shows up on Buck Merril’s doorstep just like Pony and Johnny did two years prior.

Dally’s initially mad about it- it’s one thing helping Johnny and Pony, and a whole other thing helping this annoying kid who got himself into this mess. But…he can also see himself in Mark, because the kid’s scared and helpless and alone, and is covering it with anger just like Dally always did.

So Dally lets Mark in. Angrily, and with a ton of complaints, but he lets him in all the same.

When the cops come around, looking for the runaway dealer Mark Jennings, Dally denies knowing anything, and the cops lose Mark’s trail and just kinda give up.

Then Dally forces Mark to dye his blonde hair brown (in a reverse-Ponyboy move lol), and bullies Buck Merril into giving the kid a job even with his record. (According to Mark on pg 147 of the book, he only started dealing to begin with because no jobs would take him with his police record) I’m pretty sure that Tulsa is actually big enough that no one recognizes him, especially with the dye job. I mean the town I’m from is a quarter of Tulsa’s size, and I still barely ever run into folks I know without planning it. And I get out a lot. So like if Mark’s at Buck’s place, I don’t think a lotta people will know of him- he’s sixteen, no one who goes there will know him. (And if they do, well, it’s Buck Merril’s place, nobody would dare to call the cops there anyhow.)

So Mark carries on like that, living low…ish…I mean c’mon he’s still Mark Jennings he still causes trouble. Just not so much trouble that Dally can’t keep him in check. He probably does still hate Bryon- just not enough to wanna kill him?? (Although again idk he’s still Mark maybe he wants revenge anyhow…he won’t get revenge tho ‘cuz I have other plot priorities and anyhow I think Bryon’s suffered enough)

Dally and Mark evolve to be kind of like fanon Tim and Curly- not particularly affectionate, but they care for each other. Mark shows it by helping Dally with chores occasionally, and sometimes stealing him stuff like rings and cigarettes. Dally shows it by letting Mark tease him, and by taking Mark places and spending time with him. And letting Mark call himself “Mark Winston”. (Again, Dallas acts like he doesn’t want to- hell, he probably believes he doesn’t want to, he’s pretty good at lying to himself- but he clearly does) (Tim, Johnny, Two-Bit, and Steve bully him mercilessly for this) (Sodapop doesn't ‘cuz he thinks it’s sweet and doesn’t wanna discourage it lol)

Then, about two years later, we’re at the start of my Tex fic, Hail Mary. That plays out about the same, except both Mark and Johnny convince him to help out with custody of a ten-year-old Tex.

Dally is annoyed still, but has begrudgingly grown to like these stupid kids- including Mason, who isn’t technically related to anyone but Tex, but hey he had a shitty cowboy dad too so he gets to be in the “shitty cowboy dad club” lol

I figure Dally stays in Garyville with Mason and Tex during the weekdays, and takes them to Buck’s on weekends ‘cause he does still have most of his life in Tulsa. Sometimes Johnny stays with them in Garyville too, ‘cuz yk, Johnny’s Dally’s best friend lol, and besides he’s not only an adult now too but is also an adult who is much more patient and easy to get along with than Dally.

Mark and Tex are a horrible combination to be around, even though Mark is eighteen now and really should be more mature than a ten year old. Dally has his mischievousness, sure, but neither Mark nor Tex were born with the little voice in their heads that says things like “arson is bad” and “actions have consequences”. Like Dally likes breaking laws- Mark and Tex don’t even consider laws. It’s bad. Dally and Mason leave them alone to go grocery shopping once and come back to see Mark has let the horses into the house, all because Tex triple-dog-dared him to. Another time, after Cole Collins tells Mason not to hang out with his kids anymore, Mark uses Cole’s car to teach Tex how to hot-wire things. Dally nearly murders him. So does Mason. It’s a problem…

Anyhow, those are my thoughts for now, lemme know yours!

[euphemiaamillais]

keeping the peace — snowjanus x reader

caught stealing at the hob, two peacekeepers decide its up to them to give you a punishment… only, it’s nothing like you were expecting.

cw: 18+//dub-con//power play//blowjobs//piv sex//spitting//impact play//sejanus’ guilt complex//mentions of sex work//peacekeeper!coryo and peacekeeper!sej//dark!coriolanus snow//district 12!reader

you hadn’t meant to do something that caused so much trouble, really. you thought that it would go unnoticed, taking an extra coin you’d found on the bench at the hob, and saving it for your little brother. but when you’d looked up, you saw two peacekeepers watching you slide the coin into your pocket.

your heart sank inside your chest as they met your gaze. their faces were painted with stern looks, and you cast an apologetic glance, backing away slowly. you prayed they wouldn’t report you.

‘what do you think you’re doing?’ the blonde one questioned, clutching at your wrist before you could steal away.

‘nothing,’ you murmured, trying to shake off his grasp, but he was too strong, grip tightening like a noose around your wrist.

‘doesn’t look like nothing, does it, private plinth?’ he gestured to the black haired one, who seemed to have a kinder disposition.

unfortunately he didn’t offer any more courtesy than the blonde peacekeeper, and shook his head.

‘i saw her take something,’ he remarked.

your lips quivered, and you glanced around, hoping someone would intervene. but you were far away enough from the throng of dancers that nobody would bother to help you out. messing with peacekeepers could be a death sentence.

‘it’s mine,’ you lied, but attempted to maintain a straight face.

the blonde one had backed you up into the wall, clucking his tongue at you like you were a common criminal. his breath was hot as he leaned in against your ear.

‘doesn’t look like yours, hm? don’t think a little district slut like you would have much, not unless you’d whored yourself for your earnings,’ he spat, watching as you trembled against the wall.

his friend laughed a little, watching as the blonde taunted you. it was awfully quiet out here, if you tried to scream nobody would hear you, not over the sound of lucy gray’s melodic singing and the sound of the covey’s guitar.

‘please, let me go,’ you begged, whimpering as you felt him press himself into you.

he shook his head, laughing at your foolishness. you could feel something hard digging into your thigh and wondered whether it was the holster for his gun or the bulge forming as he watched you squirm beneath him.

‘what do you think, sej, should i let her go?’ he mused, a devilish grin crossing his lips as he watched you turn into a terrified little fawn.

how pathetic.

‘oh, i don’t know coryo…’ he seemed to have some doubt clouding his eyes, and you cast him a look of plea, hoping he would take mercy on you and convince his friend to let you go.

your wrist ached from the way the blonde peacekeeper was clasping at you; hard enough that you could feel a purple bruise forming beneath the skin.

‘i think she needs to be searched for stolen goods,’ coryo, if that was his name, licked his lips hungrily as he eyed you.

you felt his hands creep up your skirt, grasping at your bare thighs and giving a sigh. he felt the smooth expanse of the skin, his touch cool and menacing as he slid further up the apex of your thighs, barely missing your panties. it was humiliating, really, the way he was pawing at you like you were some sort of whore. at least if you were, then perhaps you’d actually have earned that coin.

‘nothing here,’ he murmured, removing his hands from your thigh and now sticking his hands up the loose fabric of your blouse.

you weren’t wearing a bra, which he took notice of immediately, blonde brows cocking in surprise, and he let out a low groan as your nipples reflexively perked up from the cool sensation of his hands. you hung your head in shame, cheeks painted a deep crimson. sejanus, the other peacekeeper, could barely look at what coryo was doing to you, though his hardened cock was proof that he wanted nothing more than to teach you a lesson, just like his more malicious friend.

‘please, if you want the coin, it’s in my pocket,’ you whimpered, hoping he would leave you alone if that’s what he wanted.

you couldn’t ignore the heat that burned between your legs, and pressed your thighs together to help quell the feeling. but it only spurred things on, the friction making you have to stifle a gasp. coryo was still caressing your breasts, a low groan escaping his lips as he fingered the soft skin.

‘don’t want the coin, stupid slut,’ he muttered, removing one hand to reach out and slap you clean across the cheek.

your eyes stung, cheek burning red from the impact of his mark. sejanus came up behind coryo and tried to pull him away, shocked that his friend had struck you. but still, sejanus couldn’t deny the fact that you looked so pretty, tears trickling down your cheeks as coryo’s hand roamed under your blouse.

‘what do you want, then?’ your lips trembled as you begged the question. he removed his other hand from your breasts, but his knee had driven between your legs so that there was nowhere left for you to run.

‘oh, i don’t know,’ his pearly teeth glinted against the dim light of the alcove. ‘i think you need to be taught a little lesson about respecting authority.’

sejanus swallowed thickly as he watched this interaction. while he felt bad that coryo was taunting you, he couldn’t help but feel aroused at the thought of them sharing you, teaching you that you couldn’t get away with disobeying peacekeepers.

your eyes drew wide as you realised what he meant, and you began to shake your head frantically. besides the regrettable relinquishment of your virginity to billy taupe the summer you were sixteen, you’d hardly been touched by a man before, let alone two men at once. although the thought of them touching you made your heart pound with fear, you couldn’t deny the way your core burned.

‘so pretty,’ coryo cooed as he stroked your cheek, pressing his hard bulge against the smooth expanse of your thighs. ‘such a shame you decided to take something that wasn’t yours.’

‘you should really know better than that,’ sejanus scolded, his heart racing as he followed suit from coryo.

a small smile flickered across his lips, and he leaned in over coryo’s shoulder, brown eyes dancing across your frightened features. poor thing, you were so pathetic as they cornered you. but deep down, they could tell you wanted it, and it was only confirmed when coryo’s fingers reached for your panties and felt how they’d been soaked through.

‘fucking hell, sej, she’s wet,’ coryo scoffed in disbelief. the other district sluts he’d defiled had never been so susceptible or so desperate for his cock, they whined about how big he was or begged him to stop. you were different.

‘really? huh, guess she wants us after all,’ sejanus murmured, tucking a stray curl behind your ear.

you whimpered, coryo’s fingers brushing against your clit. you hated how your body was betraying you, how it felt so good as he touched you. your face burned again, and the subtle bucking of your hips revealed how much you were enjoying his touches.

‘what a slut, getting wet at the thought of being fucked by two peacekeepers,’ coryo clucked his tongue. ‘bet you did it on purpose, huh? wanted to taste our cocks so bad that you stole that coin from right under our noses, knowing we’d take you out here and fuck you like the whore you are.’

‘no,’ you whispered, mouth dry.

coryo pulled his fingers from your clit, and a frown scampered across your lips from the loss of sensation. he pushed you down, hard, your head knocking a little against the wall, and kept his hands on your shoulders. now on your knees, you could see both of them straining in their pants, cocks achingly hard. you shook a little.

‘c’mon,’ coryo grabbed your chin in his hand, pushing your face towards sejanus. ‘want you to suck him off.’

sejanus raised his brows, surprised that his friend had relinquished his own pleasure for his, but he was so hard that he couldn’t think straight. after all, it wouldn’t be so bad if you had gotten wet over the thought of it, right?

‘please,’ you begged as coryo forced your hands to unzip sejanus’ pants, but coryo just laughed in his golden, capitol tone.

‘sluts don’t get a say, especially not thieving ones either. you need to learn to respect authority,’ coryo hissed, forcing your fingers to tug down sejanus’ boxers.

his cock sprung out, and as much as you wanted to deny it, you could feel your mouth watering at the sight of it. he was thick, not above average, but the girth made your thighs tingle at the thought of taking him in your mouth. you felt coryo’s hand pushing your head forward, and you scrambled to grip your hand at the base of sejanus’ cock.

sejanus groaned as you gave his head an exploratory lick, and then pushed the tip into your mouth. the flat of your tongue salved over his veiny cock, taking him in further. he fisted his hand in your hair, breath heavy as he tried not to push you down against his cock. your mouth already ached from the girth of him, but you wanted to obey them both for fear of what they’d do if you didn’t.

coryo praised you, palming himself a little as he watched you take sejanus in your throat. you did it so prettily, plump lips wrapped around his friend’s cock, eyes fluttering as you glanced up at him for reassurance. sejanus’ own eyes were shut, but you took it as a sign to keep going with your ministrations.

‘good girl,’ coryo cooed as you took sejanus further down your throat, the sound of your gagging turning him on some more.

sejanus’ cheeks went red as he realised he was already nearing his finish—you were actually the first girl to take him in your mouth, not that he’d dare tell anyone. but it just felt so good, better than his hand ever could, and he let out a breathy groan as the feeling of your tongue sliding up and over each vein on his cock.

‘fuck,’ he muttered, his balls tensing as you took him further in your mouth, tip pressing against the back of your throat.

he came undone in that moment, hot spurts of cum spilling from his cock. he pulled out in a haze of abashed shame, tip still dripping with cum. you took him back to your tongue, and licked up the drops of his load.

sejanus’ body tensed at the feeling of overstimulation as your tongue licked him clean, brushing against the sensitive skin, but he couldn’t believe how good it felt, watching as your wide-eyes took his cock like the dumb whore coryo said you were.

once you were done and he tucked himself into his pants, he seemed satisfied. coryo didn’t believe you had learned your lesson yet, however, his cock straining in his pants at the sight of you on your knees, plump lips still wet from all the saliva that had dribbled down your chin.

how fucking pathetic. a stupid district whore. that’s all you were to him; something to be used, a hole to fill.

coryo pulled you up, shoving you back against the wall. your head tingled a little with the impact, and when you lolled a little to the side coryo grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged it, sending a stinging pain across your scalp.

‘ouch,’ you murmured, bottom lip trembling at the tingling feeling that danced across your scalp.

in response to your complaint, coryo slapped you again, and tears sprung to the corners of your eyes. he only laughed in response, cock beginning to leak a little in his boxers as he watched a few tears leak free from your eyes. sejanus’ lips curled up in distaste, but coryo’s ire was something he feared, so he said nothing.

‘don’t fucking disobey me!’ he snapped, pushing your hands back against the wall; pinning you there with one leg delved between your thighs.

shamefully, you were wet, and he could really feel it. you’d gotten more wet than when he’d stuck his fingers in you; must’ve gotten off from sucking sejanus’ dick. whore, he thought.

‘gonna take my cock now, yeah?’ he cooed to you like you were stupid. you did look dumb though, eyes all fucked out from sucking sejanus’ cock, and the way you were trembling beneath his touch.

you nodded, heart pounding in your chest. coryo unzipped his pants and freed his cock, holding it at the base like it was some prize to behold. he forced you to look at it, and your brows lifted in awe at the sheer size of it.

‘think you can take all of me, hm?’ he taunted, teasing the tip of his cock along the wet patch in your panties. you gasped, clutching at his back. he seethed at the intimate gesture and you dropped your hand.

feeling a little left out, sejanus came to stand beside you, and gave your hand a little squeeze when coryo wasn’t looking. you could see slight pity in his eyes—the way coryo was treating you was harsh, like you were nothing more than the spittle on his shoe, but it wasn’t as if he could do much about it. he offered you a few kind gestures in the hopes that you could see that not all peacekeepers were cruel.

you let out a mewl as coryo tugged your panties down, laughing at how fucking wet you were. slick had soaked right through them, and when he shoved your skirt up he clicked his tongue in disbelief. your folds were practically glistening with want; all for him.

‘look at her, sej,’ coryo sighed. sejanus couldn’t help but cast his eyes down, and he drew breath at the sight of your pretty cunt. he wanted nothing more than to have it for himself, but he knew coryo wouldn’t let him. well, at least not tonight.

before he could bury his cock inside of you, coryo grabbed you by the chin, long fingers cold against the heat of your skin, and forced your mouth open.

‘gonna be such a good girl for me, hm?’ coryo murmured, delving his thumb inside your mouth, feeling the sticky saliva coat it.

you could only nod, resting your head back against the wall with nervous fatigue. it was torturous, wondering what he was going to do to you, and you could feel both their eyes boring into you, and just how exposed you were. like you were nothing better than a slut who took coin for her services.

coryo forced your mouth open wider, and spat right into it, the warm mixture hitting your tongue. it took everything in you not to gag, but the way his rage brimmed in his eyes caused you to swallow, fluttering your eyelashes flirtatiously to pretend as if you enjoyed it.

‘look at that, sej,’ he bragged. ‘stupid district slut finally starting to understand who’s in charge here.’

coryo laughed, and sejanus gave a small chuckle, but the way his lips twisted into a nervous frown suggested that he did not exactly share the same sentiments as his friend.

satisfied that you were learning to become obedient, coryo shoved his cock in, watching as you squirmed at the feeling of him stretching you out. you were so tight, and billy taupe hadn’t exactly measured up to coryo, who you guessed was about eight inches; so it stung a little.

‘fuck,’ he cursed, burying himself right up to the hilt inside of you. ‘wish you could feel how fuckin’ tight she is, sejanus. ‘spose she could be your first, if you wanted.’

sejanus’ cheeks coloured, embarrassed, and you offered an apologetic look—well, as much as you could in your state. you were grasping at coryo’s shoulders, core burning as he bucked into you. it was one hell of a punishment, but you supposed it was better than being taken to their commander.

coryo furrowed his brow as he saw your eyes flicker shut, and he gave your hair a tug, causing them to flutter open as your mouth stretched around a cry of pain.

‘fucking look at me, slut!’ he scolded.

you forced your eyes to stay open, although the tears were stinging at them, salty droplets brimming at your waterline.

‘don’t know why you’re whining so much when you’re such a fucking slut,’ he grunted as he thrust into you. ‘bet you’ve taken lots of cocks before, huh? stupid district whore.’

the tears were streaming down your cheeks now, disgusted by his insults, shame burning in your face. sejanus was sympathetic, but you could see he kept his gaze down, watching coryo fuck you. you hated that your body was enjoying this, the sound of your wet pussy squelching as he burrowed himself deeper inside of you.

‘n-no,’ you shook your head, and coryo only laughed in response. you felt pathetic; worthless as he fucked you.

‘don’t fucking stutter,’ he said, slamming his cock into you and causing you to cry out in pleasure. another betrayal.

your breathing grew heavier as you felt a knot growing inside your stomach—the feeling of your own pleasure building. you did everything you could to stop the pleasant tingling at your core, but as coryo slammed into you, you couldn’t deny that it felt good. he knew what he was doing, and yet he was so cruel towards you.

‘see, sej,’ coryo boasted. ‘this is how you take a district girl. you need to learn—especially with this one. they’re no good, thieves and sluts; in this one’s case, it’s both.’

sejanus hissed through his teeth, trying to alert coryo to the fact that he too, was district. though you didn’t know that. coryo ignored his friend’s lack of enthusiasm, and turned his attention back to you.

he was nearing his finish, balls begging to be drained as they slapped against your perineum. you were doing so well, really learning your lesson, because you were gasping a little in pleasure, legs trembling as you soaked his cock.

‘think she’s coming, sej,’ coryo alerted his fellow peacekeeper, who could see it himself. ‘you gonna come round my cock, huh? show me that you know how to take orders now?’

completely fucked out, you let yourself go, unfurling around him. you hated yourself for it, giving him the satisfaction of your own orgasm; he’d gloat about it forever. fucking the thieving whore into submission.

‘good girl,’ he cajoled, brushing the sweaty hair out of your eyes.

he stilled for a moment, readjusting himself, your bare ass rubbing against the wall, hurting a little from the scratchy stuff it was made of. coryo let out a deep groan as he slid himself back in, the new angle providing him little time before his release.

he thrust haggardly, grunting and clawing desperately at your arms, until he felt himself come. hot spurts of cum spilled themselves inside your pussy, and you let out a whine at the sensation; dreading what would happen if you got pregnant. you hadn’t thought that out, you should’ve begged him to use a condom or something, the selfish bastard. you doubt he would’ve though.

‘there you go, taking all my cum like a good girl,’ he mused, pushing his seed back into your hole with a few extra thrusts.

sejanus swallowed thickly at the sight of coryo’s cum trickling down your thighs, and felt a deep sense of shame welling in the pit of his stomach. after all, wasn’t it a little corrupt to fuck you as a punishment for your crimes? a simple fine would’ve been enough, but coryo had this base urge, this need to corrupt the girls of district 12 to satisfy his needs.

‘i think you’ve learned your lesson, hm?’ coryo titled his head as he lowered you down.

your knees buckled as you adjusted to the feeling of being on the ground again, and the excess of your fear still trembling through your body. coryo bore a smug grin, and put your clothes back on himself, as if you were too stupid to do it on your own.

your thighs were so sticky, and you seethed from the way they pressed together, but at least your skirt covered the evidence that he’d just had his cock in you. you were too embarrassed to admit that you’d enjoyed it, no matter how much he had taken advantage of you. sejanus had been sweeter, but you could tell he felt some amount of mortification for his actions. coryo on the other hand, was proud of himself. proud for teaching another district slut a lesson.

you dug into your pocket for the spare coin, and placed it into coryo’s hand, gazing up at him anxiously. he laughed, twirling around the 25 cent piece. it was worthless to someone like him, you supposed.

‘keep it,’ he remarked, placing it back into your hand. your cheeks burned in embarrassment. ‘you’ve earned it.’

[paulyenvol6]

When Dawn Breaks

Based on this request. Thank you so much for the idea and I hope you're going to like it :) It got really angsty and intense so read the warnings carefully!

Contains: angst, violance, mentions of blood and death, dominant and brutal Daemon, suicide thoughts, mentions of rape and non-con sexual activities, crying, anxiety, panic, forced marriage, reader has gone and is going through traumatic experiences

Wordcount: ~3,715

Masterlist

You inhaled deeply tasting the salty air on your lips.

It was the only thing you could do and had the power over. Breathing. Keeping yourself alive.

You had your eyes closed but nobody seemed to mind as the septon continued to speak but his voice was far away only just reaching to you through your clouded mind.

You inhaled again but then opened your heavy eyelids as you had felt the air brush over your arm that was covered with goosbumps. You stared right into Daemon's grey eyes that were narrowed and dangerous regarding you as though he was thinking about all the terrible things he was going to do to you and you couldn't stop your face from drawing in fear. There was this roaring in your ears overshadowing everything else and you were mesmerized by him though in the worst way possible.

And then it was over. The septon pronounced you man and wife bowing in front of the rogue prince and then left the scene.

You on the other hand were frozen. Stiff and still you stood in front of where the septon had stood refusing to move an inch and not even flinched when Daemon took hold of your arm.

"Come with me," he threateningly hissed out seemingly not eager to cause a scene in front of most of the court but you shook your head squirming in his grip.

"Fuck you. Fuck the whole pack of you, you filthly bastard," you spitted kicking him with your feet when Daemon tightened his grip dragging you with him without looking out for your physical well-being.

"Save your fucking breath, sweetling. You're going to need it when I claim that little body of yours."

He simply wanted to hurt you, that much he knew. Seven hells, a part of him already regretted his choice to wed you right now because he wasn't eager to spend his time trying to break and tame you but now it was too late and truthfully, he was looking forward to spending the night with you.

"Let me go. I swear to the gods, I will – "

Daemon turned his head looking down at you with a smug smile on his face pursing his lips at you.

"What will you do, huh? You think you have any power over me? After I killed your family and everyone who gives a shit about you?"

That was the point when you broke tears streaming down your face so sudden that you hadn't even noticed them welling in your eyes. Blurry images of the mess that had been the last days appeared before your eyes and you wanted it to stop so badly you pressed your hand against your forehead refusing to revisit all of it.

Your brother beheaded in front of your eyes. You had wanted to turn your head away but some invisible force had made you watch it with watering eyes too stunned and shocked to have any further physical reaction to it.

At some point your knees had hit the ground everything around you happening in slow motion, your lungs unable to inhale the air around you and a stinging pain behind your brow. You had sat there for what had felt like hours but then someone had grabbed your arm and at first you had ignored them staring at your dead brother whose blood had soaked the sand of the beach.

It had been your mother trying to pull you up to flee and perhaps it had been your fault that you hadn't managed to. She had urged you, dragged you with her but you simply hadn't been fast enough the rogue prince stepping in your way seconds later, the blood of your brother glistening on his sword.

Your mother had begged him and had fallen on her knees in front of Daemon pleading for your life in exchange for hers and today you felt like throwing up at the way you had merely stood there without an expression on your face as you had waited for everything to be over.

He would kill you, you had been certain. The only question was how much time he would take and if he would rape you before. Your mother had pulled you on your knees as well and you had watched the sand beneath you while waiting and waiting. Your mind had been blank the noises around you just a distanced humming in your ear but when it was silent all of a sudden it had hit you hard. There had just been a quiet bump next to you and then your mother had laid sprawled out next to you.

You hadn't been able to bring yourself to cry. Nothing mattered now, you would follow your mother shortly after and mayhaps see her soon after you had left this wicked life behind but Daemon Targaryen had been true to his reputation and hadn't granted you this kindness. He had let you live.

His feet pushing against your knee he had gestured you to look up to him and when you hadn't followed his demand he had yanked your hair back taking in your tear stained face and then exhaling loudly. You couldn't remember what he had said because this whole day was blurry in your memory, a real fever dream. But he had taken you with him to his army's camp chaining you to a chair in his tent while you still hoped to be redeemed soon waiting for him to behead you with his sword.

But the day hadn't come and nothing significant had happened either. Daemon had rarely come to the tent leaving you with nothing to do except to cry about your family and refuse to take any food that was being offered to you until 5 days ago the rogue prince had announced that he intended to wed you.

You had watched him utterly star-struck, no word of resistance escaping your mouth and it wasn't because you desired to wed him but rather because you were a lifeless shell. You were alive but in some way you weren't. You couldn't move, you couldn't breathe and you certainly couldn't spreak. You thought maybe you would never be able to speak again but today had shown you that you could.

Because that was how you had ended up in front of the septon marrying Daemon Targaryen, the man that had murdered your entire family and let you live only to humiliate and disgrace you further. Your insults were the first words you had ever said to him but now that you had started you couldn't stop.

"Kill me. Kill me and if you don't do it I will do it myself and kill you too. I don't care about anything but I won't live this way. I won't be your fucking wife to plant your heirs inside and I would rather drown or be burned alive than…than this."

Daemon chuckled lowly as if you had just said the funniest joke he had ever heard not at all impressed with the gravity of your words.

"You most certainly are not boring, little one. I wouldn't have thought so. I almost believed that you can't speak at all."

Your face drew with pain as his hand around your arm tightened preventing you from as much as flinching and then you found yourselves in front of the red keep. Daemon walked inside looking more than unbothered and indifferent and lightly spoke to you as if it was an afternoon like every other.

"You know, I would have liked to celebrate our union with a feast. I was actually eager to show you off to my friends but it is not fit to hold festivities for a marriage like ours, I have been told. But don't worry, sweet girl, we will have enough opportunities to feast."

"You will die for this. You will be punished for all your crimes and if I won't kill you the gods will judge you."

Daemon ran his eyes over your face as if he pitied your naivety.

"The gods don't care about either of us. That's why I have to do the gods' work."

You didn't know what to reply but also didn't have a lot of time to think about one because he kept moving pulling you with him until the two of you arrived in his chambers. You had been completely silent the whole way the only sound being your sobs and whines but now that you were in his rooms, the seriousness of your situation showing, you eventually broke down thinking that there was only one way to move him left.

"Please," you cried blinking at him through a veil of tears. "Please just don't hurt m-me. P-Please…"

The corner of his mouth curled as though all of this was just an amusing game to him cupping the side of your face as he looked you up and down.

"Oh my… There she is…," he mumbled with a low voice. "I think I like you better that way. Now let it all out, that's right…"

You jolted away from him refusing to let him touch you but still felt so vulnerable under his piercing gaze as you bawled your eyes out.

"You know that you won't change anything by doing this, mhm?" he whispered not letting you out of sight for a moment.

"You can cry all you want and perhaps I actually do enjoy to see your pretty face like this but I will claim you and hurt you if necessary. It's sweet, really. I'll give you that. But if you think that I'll let you off you don't know me."

He took a step towards you which made you twitch and walk backwards until you felt the wall behind you. Your eyes were wide, your pupils dilating in panic as he examined your face his eyes never having looked more dangerous.

"You're so pretty. Has anyone ever told you that? I just know that you're gonna feel so fucking perfect when I fuck you. And I think you're a maiden, isn't that right? Because you're always such a good well-behaved little girl that wouldn't just give her innocence away before marriage. I'm glad you didn't. Because now I'm gonna be the first one to feel and mark you as mine. You're gonna bear my children, be my little fuck-toy."

You dropped your head tears soaking your clothes and his as well because he was so close now that he placed his left hand on the wall right next to your head while his right wrapped around your chin.

"Shhh… It's not gonna be so bad. Maybe at some point you won't be in pain anymore if you're a good girl. If you relax for me. But it's also fine if you don't because that's only gonna make it better for me."

Then he suddenly let go taking a step back from you like he had just changed his mind and aimlessly walked around.

"I'll be back soon. You're gonna stay in here doing whatever the fuck you want. You better be ready when I return, little girl. There are guards outside so don't even try anything, they will tell me if you only attempt to disobey me and I will not go easy on you."

He flared his nostrils one last time before walking to the door, utterly unbothered by the way you were still pressed to the wall sobs relentlessly leaving your body.

Once Daemon was gone you waited like this a few more minutes too scared that he might come back. The only noise was your heavy panting but you almost expected the door to open any second, him storming inside and taking you now but it didn't happen.

When you believed you were safe for now you pushed yourself away from the wall and almost instantly fell to the ground your wobbly weak knees not able to hold your body up. You sniffed but then slowly rose from the floor again making your way to the table to sit down on one of the chairs.

But the blood in your veins was throbbing urging you to get up right now and do something; anything to prevent the threat that was hanging upon you. There were guards outside, yes and Daemon had made clear that he would punish you if you just attempted to flee. So maybe through the window?

You approached it and felt your head spinning at the view. You were high above the ground the people of king's landing looking like ants from up here so that definitely wasn't an option. You swallowed loudly biting down hard on your lip your eyes still fixed on the window.

What were the alternatives? There hadn't passed a second in the last days when you hadn't wished to be dead. Now you had the chance. You could open the window, jump and never return to the rogue prince's claws. You would trick him, take away what he believed to be his and perhaps in the afterlife think about his frustrated face.

You gulped again taking another step towards the door to freedom feeling your heart pound loudly in your chest. But then all of a sudden your mother's face appeared before your eyes. The person that had offered her life to Daemon so you could live. It had been her only want to save your life and now you were alive; now you were a breathing creature and a part of you was certain that she knew. She had wanted you to live and now you intended to throw it away only to join her in her death?

There was a burning ache in your chest that seemed to pull you back from the window and feeling fresh tears in your eyes you clung to the backrest of a chair, your knuckles turning white from the grip. No, you couldn't do it. Right now it looked like you didn't have any prospect in your life, but at least you had to try and fight. You wouldn't give up that easy.

Inhaling deeply you looked around in Daemon's chambers as though you would find the solution in here. Your eyes were still running over the different objects placed on the table but the longer you stared the more your newly found motivation faded. Your situation was helpless as there just wasn't a way to escape from this room without getting caught before you could even set a food outside the red keep.

And in addition to that you were running out of time. Daemon hadn't specified when he would return and it drove you insane to know that he could enter these rooms any minute.

You eventually ended up with a plan that you weren't even convinced of yourself but you had a feeling that you had to do something. You would curse yourself for the rest of your sad life if you didn't try and so you rose smoothing up the wrinkles in your dress and glanced at the closed door. All you had to do was pass the guards and sure, there would be a lot more people to stop you from escaping but you didn't want to think about that just yet.

You slightly opened the door peaking out of it and immediately saw one of the guards turning to you and stepping in your way.

"What is it, my lady?"

You didn't even have to fake to look sick because you were certain that you were pale as a ghost as you pretended to stumble on your feet pleading for help with your glossy eyes.

"I need help. I'm not feeling well, please. I don't know what it is but… I'm cold and hot at the same time and I…"

You left the sentence unfinished reaching out to grab the wall in order to support yourself and saw the guards exchange a brief look.

"I'll go and get a maester," was all one of them said and after the other had nodded he quickly got moving turning around a corner and then there was only one enemy left.

This second part of your plan was a lot more risky and tricky because truthfully, you didn't have one. It was all about taking advantage of the guard's surprise and so you sank down a little further closing your eyes.

"Please. Can you feel if my body is heated?" you asked with a thin voice and triumphed when you heard him come closer.

The guard kneeled down next to you lightly touching your forehead and that was the moment when you gathered up all your strength and kicked him in the side. It didn't work as well as you had hoped but it gave you enough time to jump to your feet and run.

You heard a loud curse behind you but all you could think about was running like your life depended on it and mayhaps it actually did. The air was roaring in your ear along with the sound of your own heartbeat. You felt a uncomfortable stitch in your side but your legs worked automatically carrying you down the stairs and you were so focused on not losing your balance that you didn't even pay attention to how close behind you the guard was.

The dream shattered when a cold hand wrapped around your upper arm which instantly made you panic and you let out a loud shriek your whole body shaking and trembling with the attempt to make the person let go off you.

You kicked around you, your hands hitting against the person's chest repeatedly, anything to free yourself but nothing worked and in the end you were just a crying mess that would have fallen down if your captor hadn't held you so tightly. Only now did you realized that it was Daemon Targaryen himself who had caught you and you knew that things would be over for you now.

The prince dragged you with him up the stairs and the fact that he hadn't said anything to you yet – at least you hadn't perceived any words – scared you. It was like he was saving his fury and you feared that it would crash down upon you once the two of you would be alone in his chambers.

You heard a noise above you, a new pair of boots walking down the stairs and then Daemon's voice cut through the air for the first time since he had found you.

"It's alright, Dalton. I'll take care of her."

You wanted to scream and beg the man not to leave because you didn't want to be alone with Daemon at all costs and you were certain that whatever Dalton might do to you was nothing in comparison to what awaited you now but you remained silent. It just wasn't possible for you to speak up.

Within seconds Daemon had brought you back to his chambers and roughly pushed you to sit on a chair while he towered over you. Too scared of seeing his angry face you dropped your chin to your chest focusing on the floor beneath you and shrieked when he took hold of your hair forcing you to raise your gaze.

"You stupid little slut are gonna look at me when I talk to you."

His eyes looked almost black and his jaw and mouth were clenched with blind rage. Then his hand came down hard on your cheek making your head turn and you immediately touched your stinging skin choking on a cry.

"I told you to look at me," he growled adjusting your head again and then wrapped a hand around your throat.

"What did I tell you, you filthy whore?" he whispered threatingly and it was worse then if he would just shout at you.

You tried to shake your head but Daemon reacted to it by squeezing your neck tightly so before he would kill you you mumbled a few words which made him losen his grip again so he could hear you.

"Y-You told m-me to stay i-in here," you managed to press panic controlling all your senses.

"That's right," Daemon purred still not letting go of your neck and then smacked you across your face again only that this time he didn't grant you the freedom to jolt away.

"I told you to stay in here. And I told you that I wouldn't go easy on you if you try to leave. And now I come back and find you running down the stairs. How do you expect me to react to that, mhm?"

You squirmed in his grip although you knew that there was nothing to do except enduring his outburst.

"You expect me to guide you back to our rooms and reward you with a kiss?"

Your eyes once again flickered to the ground below and this time his hand enclosed your neck so tightly that he prevented air from entering your lungs which left you choking and trembling under his grip.

"You dirty slut. You lying stupid slut are gonna pay for this. I'm gonna lock you in my fucking chambers if that's what it takes for you to obey me. You will regret this mistake and I'll make sure you won't ever even just think about doing something like this again."

With these words he reduced the pressure allowing you to inhale again which you greedily did. Then he completely let go off you stepping back which surprised you so much that you stared at him anxiously expecting him to snap and hit you again any second.

But instead Daemon opened the first buttons of his shirt and once you realized what he was doing you found that you would have preferred to just have him slap you again.

"I will take what's mine now. And seven hells, you have missed your chance to get a gentle treatment, little one," he dangerously whispered watching you with hungry eyes.

"Cry all you want, complain and beg all you want, I don't care. But when dawn breaks you'll be mine. Every inch of your body is going to belong to me and I will have claimed you in more ways than you can possibly imagine."

[aviradasa]

The lost boys main HCs

Paul

Here are some paul hcs! I hope you enjoy! This is kinda short but i had fun writing it!

If you would like a part two going into more detail about him let me know. I'm gonna be responding to Dwayne's HCS, though. I hate the ones I posted. I'm also gonna be doing an HC/ one-shot series about each of the boys before they found each other/ became vampires, so stay tuned!!

Paul is a younger sibling. When he was alive he had 2 brothers and one twin sister.

He was 19 but going to turn 20 literally like a month before he died and despite how he acts he was the oldest when turned,

If you ask him his age though he will say 20 to fuck with you before pulling the “Nah I'm just joking” card and telling you he was only 19

He does that mostly cause he's a little upset he wasn't able to hold out at least another month, so he likes to say what he could have been, but he doesn't wanna lie about his age.

He hates liars.

He also keeps track of every birthday he and the other boys have had since they turned cause he doesn't want to lose track of the years. It kinda keeps him sane a bit.

On a less depressing note

He is also one of the sassiest assholes you will ever meet. He does not think before he speaks and honestly, he doesn't give a damn

I mean y'all hear him when he said the whole “ chill out girl 🙄😒” line you can't tell me he wasn't annoyed that star was ruining the fun

He also does not give a shit if he hurts someone's feeling with it especially if its someone he doesn't know or does not fuck with, he sees no point in trying to spare the feelings of anyone he doesn't care about

He can also be a bit flirty just in general as a joke or genuinely he is just like that and he dont care what gender it is he will make flirty jokes or comments regardless.🤣

He is an asshole, but he is quite loyal to the people he loves, surprisingly. But he loves them in his own way. Despite all the teasing, rude comments, cruel pranks, and injuries he may accidentally inflict, he doesn't fuck around with other people pulling that shit.

The definition of “nobody can bully my family or friends but me.”

He can be nice sometimes. It depends on whether he's fully sober or not, and then it depends on what he did.

Drunk = steer clear he's gonna say or do some stupid shit that could result in either a fight with somebody random or not,or you all dying.

Stoned = yeah, you have a better chance of seeing him nice with this one. But still, be careful cause high also results in hunger, so don't get bit. he does bite. Remember that.

He also relaxes better after smoking, so he might just sit his ass down for a while, maybe watch a movie.

He's not a TV guy though usually. he finds it hard to focus on shows and movies so he either likes to smoke before watching or else he has to pause it every 20 minutes to get up, walk around, and bitch about loopholes and plot points for a few minutes before he can sit back down and continue it.

He just kinda avoids them for those reasons. He's more of a music guy. Because then he can get up, bounce around, have fun, and not miss anything in the song cause he can do other shit while listening.

The music he likes is rock and heavy metal; I will admit, though, that he is the kinda person to pull the “Oh, you know (random band), then name 3 songs.”

“ (names 3 song)”.

“Oh shit cool, what's your favorite.”

He does that shit often, actually, but his saving grace is that if you know what your talking about, you now have a new friend to discuss your favorite bands with. 😭

He keeps his area of the cave a mess but he still knows where everything is. But it's not like a dirty mess; it's mostly just clutter.

He refuses to leave food containers or remains in his room overnight like he can not stand that shit if he's chilling out drawing or something, and he catches the lightest whiff of food smell from a container he finished off not even an hour ago he getting up and throwing it away.

Honestly, that goes for all the boys, to be fair. They don't care about being dirty themselves, but they don't want their spaces dirty if you get what I mean.

Also, he does not like people touching his stuff. Only a select few people can, and that is Laddie and the other boys maybe star once in awhile, and depending on whether you are a close friend or partner, you can, but everybody has to ask unless he says to grab it for him.

He just doesn't want his shit moved cause he's worried he won't be able to find it.

He's not worried about shit being broken cause he will just fix it. Unless it's CDs or records that he can't fix, he will be severely pissed.

But one specific thing you don't under any circumstance touch, grab or even breathe too close to is his sister's old music box. If that gets broken, he will kill you, no questions asked, and he won't feel bad about it, NOBODY would want to/ have the ability to stop him at that moment, so just please don't touch it.

Other than that, he doesn't care. He likes having people come to his space to hang out and keep him company. He also likes showing off all the cool shit he has.

Oh, and the him killing you thing reminds me.

He is scary as fuck when he kills/feeds cause his style is extremely animalistic. He doesn't just tear flesh away or rip a limb or two. He fucking MAULS his kills to the point that if you see the aftermath, you genuinely wonder if it was ever a human or not.

His kills are quick, violent, messy, and sadistic. Cause he genuinely does enjoy the kill, probably more than feeding.

He's an adrenaline junkie, a daredevil, and anything in between, so when it is time, he will find a target, and to be fair, he likes a good chase. So he will probably grab somebody, and when they fight back, he will purposely let them go and give them a head start so he can chase them down just to make the mauling more fun.

When he's done feeding, he is most of the time covered in blood, dirt, leaves, sand, sticks, you name it, and it's probably on him.

He cleans up as best he can before going back onto the boardwalk or heading into town of course. But if they have a late feeding and they have to get back to the cave in a hurry before sunrise. He will stay like that until the next day.

But by the time he wakes up, he hates the feeling of the stuff stuck to him, so he cleans up quickly just so he doesn't have to be uncomfortable lmao.

Anyway, that's it for now. He's just a funny, sarcastic, sadistic, flirty asshole. But we love him. Cause he's Paul.