#especially if you are a tall/large man. you have to make your presence know before you get to close to someone

[cetoddle]

it never fails to blow my mind that men will quietly come up behind you and whisper excuse me and then say they were trying to not scare you. fucking! don’t sneak up behind me like that then!

[starkeyisthelastname]

Stepbro!rafe making reader mad then apologizing by eating her out

“Hey.” His voice soft as his tall frame walked into your dimly lit bedroom, shutting the door behind him quietly. You looked up from writing in your journal, eyes rolling as he strutted closer to the bed. You didn’t know why Rafe was in here after being such an asshole to you today, especially after yelling at you to get away from him when you came to check on him after a fight with Ward.

“Go away.” You told him, looking back down at the words you were writing as you tried to ignore his presence. Your step-brother being a Cameron though wasn’t going to let you continue to do that, he hated when you were mad at him.

You heard him take a long sigh before kneeling down below you. “I’m sorry. Alright? He just pisses me off and I lose control in those moments.” He tells you, large hands resting on your knees gently. “I’m trying to do better. Closing your journal, you looked down at him with a hesitant expression. His baby blue eyes looking up into yours, silently pleading for you to forgive him. “You yelled at me.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Let me make it up to you. Yeah?” He whispered.

You didn’t think your step-brother’s way of apologizing was going to be him with his face buried between your thighs. It was so very wrong that this was even happening, the harder part being that he was so fucking good at it and you didn’t want him to stop. Your hand even resting on the back of his head to encourage him as he sloppily ate your leaking hole. “So good.” You whimpered, free hand coming up to squeeze your own tits.

The man was tongue fucking you, nose buried against your clit as his hands spread your thighs further apart. “Good fucking girl.” He groaned watching you play with yourself as he brought his tongue up to flick your little bud. Your eyes squeezing shut, letting out a moan as you felt him start to suck harshly on your sensitive pearl.

“Rafe-don’t stop.” You cried, pretty white toes curling as you held his head in place. The messy sounds of him eating, and that handsome face covered in wetness had you close to the edge. He would tease your clit with his mouth only to bring his tongue back down and lick you as he had never tasted anything so good.

“Be careful telling me that.” He mumbled, pulling his face back slightly to look up at you. “Gonna have me burying my dick inside this pretty pussy before long.” He smirked, sliding his middle finger in your slick hole. “But you would like that wouldn’t you?” He laughed, his mouth attacking your clit once again.

[kissitbttr]

a very tired miguel who gets home from work and gets babied by his woman

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It's close to 9pm as you're lying on your bed. keeping your focus on the book you're reading, one that you failed to keep as a part of your routine due to your busy schedule with work. being a fashion designer has it's perks but it also has its dark sides too. especially when it comes to dealing with snobby ass clients

as you are about to flip to another page, you hear the front door opened. keys rattling against the ceramic bowl with a loud sigh follows after. a soft smile appears on your face soon as you realize who it is

“miguel? Is that you?” you softly call out your husband’s name while putting the book down.

"si, mi amor" he appears shortly by the doorway. your tall and handsome fiancee adorned in an unbuttoned white shirt that showcase a bit of his chest and paired with black trousers. a simple work attire but never fail to make your knees wobble. the sight could put any Greek Gods known to a man to shame.

your heart breaks a little seeing how tired he looks. his eye-bags are coming off too strong. a constant reminder on how he has been working himself far too hard despite you telling him to take it easy. but that's just how he is, stubborn.

"how's work my love?" you ask, watching him undress himself, revealing his exposed toned chest before putting the clothes away with the rest of his dirty ones in the bathroom. "I take it, it wasn't a good day?"

"you could say that" he replies tiredly, grabbing a pair of sweatpants off the chair and slipping it on. "trying to get ahold with the new recruits is a fucking job, Peter's been getting on my nerves and I'm working on advancing the technology we have right now in order for it to be easier to identify every single anomaly's DNA we've come across to. But the amount of hypotheses and research I've done are nowhere near close to how I want them to be."

"i would ask Tony Stark for help but que cabron esta muerto" he breathes out a sigh, pinching the thick skin between his brows. "I'm drained, mi amor... i can't fucking do this shit everytime--"

"no hey.. stop" you shake your head, hate having to see your man fronting a distressed look in his face. “come here, Miggy” you pout at him patting your chest for him to lay his head,

he sighs heavily. plopping into the bed and carefully lays himself on top of you. pounding head finding comfort in the warmth of your chest, snaking his big arms around your waist.

you put your arms around him, locking him tightly as your soft lips kiss his forehead making him purr.

“my pretty baby. exhausted aren't you? hm?” you ask in a cooing tone. he hums -- which sounded like a growl to you-- with a nod before nuzzling himself closer. “oh my poor poor baby... my handsome man. always working himself to the bone” another kiss on the forehead

“come up a little closer, hm?” you ask as he barely shifts his body. too lazy and far too comfortable in your arms like this for him to move.

you run your fingers through his soft hair, moving a piece that’s covering his forehead. looking down to see him close his eyes, yet not sleeping.

it’s so funny to see how this freakishly large- broad man who always seems to bring a cold presence that scares everyone off at work—which is technically true— then turns into a huge softie and a love puddle for you in a split seconds.

it’s truly a privilege that you’re the only one who gets to see and feel this

“look how cute you are, baby… do you know how cute you are, hm?” you coo at him, lips kissing his nose and the sharpness of his cheekbone. trying your best to console him in hopes of washing his stress away.

he lightly shakes his head. “no” a curt reply rolls of his mouth, drawing your body closer to him if that's even possible.

you pretend to gasp dramatically at his answer. fingers still stroking his hair lightly. “you don’t?! oh no! we have to fix that! you’re the cutest *kiss* most handsome *kiss* hardworking *kiss* man I’ve ever known” showering him with compliments in between kisses. he breathes out a small chuckle that muffles against your chest.

it’s obvious that miguel rarely gets treatments like this, he’s no one to shy from things but you're his only exception. the only person who truly can get him blush like a little kid when he's shown the slightest bit of affection.

“who’s baby are you hm? are you my baby?” a smile graces your lips as your eyes casting down to his pretty features.

“me. I’m your baby” he mumbles, tightening his grip around you. "always be your baby"

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inspired by @webslingingslasher their frat!peter work yall is making me [REDACTED] please go take a look!!

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Daddy's Boy

🇺🇸Pairing(s)🇺🇸→ Step Dad Ari Levinson x Step Son reader ⚠CW⚠→ top Ari Levinson, bottom male reader, feminization, reader’s ass is called boypussy, edging, possessive Ari, Ari calls you his boywife, gay, gay-sex, cheating, infidelity, anal sex, anal fingering, thigh fucking, and cross-dressing. Ari makes his fantasy come true and confesses that he always wanted you. 🇺🇸Rating🇺🇸→ Explicit 🇺🇸Requested🇺🇸→ Yes

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸→ 1.9k

🇺🇸Summary🇺🇸→ You were caught by your stepdad, Ari Levinson, cross-dressing. The only condition for Ari not to tell on you was for him to fuck you while wearing the dress. 

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING! 

You secretly wore women’s clothing, whether it was underwear, leggings, dresses, or typical everyday clothes. You felt more comfortable wearing them, and you always thought you looked hot in the mirror. You often secretly buy feminine clothes or try on your mother’s. 

You never told your mother about your cross-dressing, and you definitely didn’t tell your stepdad, Ari Levinson. You feared how both your parents might react, especially Ari. 

Ari Levinson was, excuse the cringe word, an alpha man. He was tall, standing at 6’0 "(182 cm), and muscular. With his chiseled body, as if the Greek God sculpted him themselves, and his bulging biceps, you can see why your mother fell in love with him. He was also very hairy, with bushy facial hair and a hairy chest, especially his happy trail that led down.

Whenever you cross-dress, you usually lock your door. Your mother didn’t care but Ari, on the other hand, did. He would say that you didn’t have to lock your door or that you could trust him. He would stand close to you, his rough hands grazing against your hips. He was weird at times.

You never understood why he acted like that but you never questioned it. 

XXX

Today was going to be a great day, you felt it. Your mother and Ari were both on separate business trips for two weeks. You were finally home alone after a long time, and you decided to use the time to try on the clothes you bought.

Ari was told the mission was called off and told to return home. He groans in annoyance at the waste of time but at least he gets to go home, especially since he gets to see you, his precious stepson. 

He knows he shouldn’t but he couldn’t help himself. He was practically obsessed with you ever since his wife, your mother, introduced you to him. He often touches himself to thoughts of you, using your boxers to jerk off, and other nefarious thoughts. He also prevented any man from ever having a relationship with you because of his mindset that you belong to him.

When he entered the house, he couldn’t hear the usual sounds of you playing games, laughing, or snoring. His loud footsteps rang as he walked towards the master bedroom, seeing that the door was cracked open.

Looking in, Ari’s jaw dropped as he saw you wearing revealing clothes. Tight leggings that hugged your luscious ass and thighs and a small skirt that barely covered anything. Ari’s cock jumps with excitement as he watches you twirl around and check yourself out. He was rubbing his bulge, burly hand rubbing over the tightening fabric, letting out quiet groans. 

You were blissfully unaware of Ari’s presence until two hands grabbed your hips. Already knowing who it was, you started panicking. “I-it not what it looks! It's… uhh.” You stuttered as you tried to explain, but there was no way you could change what was really happening. Your blabbering stopped when you felt something large and thick grinding against your ass.

“There’s no need for that, baby. It's quite obvious what’s going on here.” Ari said in a deep husky voice as his burly hands roamed your lower body before moving to the upper body. He groans as he grinds his bulge against your perky ass. You could feel him breathing down your neck.

“If you don’t want your mother to find out, you’ll do what I say.”

XXX

Your heart was beating rapidly and your breathing quickened. You were in the kitchen, making a simple meal for you and Ari. Following Ari’s order, you wore a skirt with no boxers and a shirt. The cold air was brushing against your bare ass and somewhat erect cock. There should be no reason why you’re getting turned on, but you were. 

Suddenly, you felt those same hands grab onto your hips, the same erection now grinding against your bare ass. You could now feel how big it was and it felt intimidating. “I always imagined you as this.” Ari's husky voice said as he leaned down into your ear. He started pressing small kisses around your nape and licking long stripes.

For some reason, it felt oddly domestic—something that is often between two lovers. You’ve never been in a relationship before, but now you can see the appeal: having someone to wake up to, someone to show you affection, and other special things. You started melting into Ari’s embrace, becoming vulnerable under his touch…

“I knew you cross-dressed. It was quite obvious, I’m surprised your mother didn’t find out. I’m not complaining though since I have you like this. My boywife…” Ari purrs as he unzips and pulls down both pieces of his garments. You can feel your stepdad's large cock pushing in between your thighs. Ari gasps from the warmth and softness of your thighs wrapping around his cock. 

Your breathing quickens with soft moans leaving your mouth. Ari started thrusting slowly, his large cock fucking your thighs. The area around you and Ari was hot, the sensation of sex making you feel like you were floating. The kitchen was filled with a combination of moans and groans. “Should’ve gone with you… you should’ve been with me! Not your mom… should’ve made you my stay-at-home boywife.” 

You could feel your face burning from what Ari said. You didn’t know Ari thought about that or even about you like that. Ari pulled you by the chin and pressed his lips against yours. Both of you melted into the kiss as the older man’s grip tightened, his thrust slowing down before pulling out.

“You taste so good, just as I imagined.” the older man says, pulling back to breathe before continuing. Using his strength, he manhandled you and brought you over to the kitchen counter. Your mind was shutting down from Ari’s actions. The sensation was euphoric; his scruffy beard scratched your chin and his soft lips and dominant tongue found its way into your mouth. 

Ari pulled back causing you to whine. “No need to whine. I’ll give you something much better.” The older man says as he lathers his fingers with saliva. After determining his fingers were wet enough, he slowly started pushing them toward the tight ring of muscle. You gasped as you felt Ari’s thick finger circling your hole before pressing inside.

“A-Ari!” You cried as your ass started clenching around the intrude. Ari groans from his fingers being sucked deeper into your velvety depths as adrenaline rushes through your veins, causing you to grasp onto Ari for support.

“It's okay, baby. I need you to breathe for me. That’s it, such a good boy.” Ari praises you, feeling your body calming down and becoming less tense. He pushed his fingers deeper till your rim touched the base of his digits. When Ari called you a good boy, you felt your body melt into him from the praise, your smaller body pressed against Ari’s much larger and hairy body. 

Your hands roam the older man’s chest, marveling at how muscular the older man was. You could see the skin twitch from your touches while Ari groans. 

Your cock has been neglected and Ari decided to give it the attention it needed. Using his other free hand, he wraps it around and starts stroking it. It was then Ari found the sweet spot and his fingers repeatedly touching your prostate. The house was filled with your moans from too much stimulation; your aching cock being stroked and your ass being stretched open with your stepdad’s thick fingers abusing your prostate.

“D-daddy… Need more.” You whined and whimpered as you began riding his fingers. Ari grins before pulling his fingers out and replacing them with something much bigger. You were confused until you felt something large and thick ram its way into your ass–breaching the ring of muscle as it pushed itself to the hilt and the cockhead pressed against your prostate.

“You feel so good wrapped around me… f-fuck… so tight for me. I could be inside you the whole day.” Ari growls as he aggressively thrusts into your tight hole. The echoes of skin-on-skin slapping and loud squelching rang through the house–maybe even next door because the walls were so thin. 

You instinctively wrapped your legs around the older man’s waist, pulling him closer and feeling his cock go deeper inside you. With Ari’s aggressive thrusts and his cock hitting the prostate, you couldn’t process anything that was going on, not even what Ari said next. “You don’t know how much effort I’ve gone to… To make sure you were untouched so I could be the one to… fucking hell… whisk you away.” Ari groans as he pulls you closer to him. His thrusts were getting sloppier signaling his climax.

Even though you were basically fucked dumb, you still understood, to some extent. Any man that you ever talked to or contacted suddenly no longer wanted to continue. All of them ran away and you went to your precious parents, especially your stepdad, for comfort. 

Despite Ari confessing to ruining your love life, you weren’t mad at him. A loud voice in your head told you to accept this man as your own, pushing aside the fact that he was married to your mother. “Gonna cum… cum with me,” Ari growls as he starts stroking your cock intensely.

You could feel the older man’s cock twitching inside, his heavy balls tightening as cum was pumping through the epididymis. Ari grabbed your head and pulled you towards his lips. At that same time, he gives one final thrust. Your cock was doing the same thing, it was throbbing badly as it was about to explode. 

Your body went boneless. Your aching cock spurts its load all over yours and Ari’s hairy chest. The older man lets out a low groan–his cock pumping thick cum deep inside, filling your stomach with an unfamiliar warmth. Ari pulled back before giving small kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

“Good boy. You’re perfect,” Ari says, pulling his softening cock out of your abused and puckered hole. A loud pop echoed as thick globs of cum oozed out, the counter and cabinets beneath painted white. 

After a few minutes in silence beside the quiet pants, reality set in. You had sex with your mother's husband of ten years, your stepdad. It feels so wrong but right at the same time. While you were having an internal crisis, Ari grabbed some paper towels and started cleaning you.

“Don’t feel ashamed. Your mother isn’t as fateful either. Once the divorce is finalized, I’m taking you with me.”

THE END

A/n: Hello, my strawberries! I hope this is good and congratulations on making it to 2025! Very special thanks to my proofreader @sagethegaywitch

Taglist: @buckyshusband0 @geminiflanagan69 @wolf-knights @sluttyhusband @zamfam4272 @ghostking4m @furiousflowercreation @spnfanboy777

[lxkeee]

Hi, could I request a Lucifer morningstar x darkness demon overlord reader? She lurks in the shadows like a boogeyman, she acts like morticia adams from the adams family, how would he meet or act around the gothic queen👁👁✨

LUCIFER X OVERLORD! FEM! READER

Part two

Lucifer was just wandering around hell, unknowingly entering a territory of an overlord.

He doesn't know okay? It's just a forest of dead wilted trees with ominous aura.

His first instinct is to investigate.

This is his first time coming here, he only discovered this area after flying by to return to the palace.

Lucifer was walking around the dense forest, with his guard up.

The forest was quiet. A little too quiet.

He isn't afraid, unfortunately. He knows he can kill any demon who would try to mess with him.

Crack. A twig snapped

His head whipped to the direction of the noise, “Who goes there? Show yourself!” he threatens, wings in full display.

Shadows moving around him and finally stopping in front of him, morphing into a figure.

Lucifer expected a lot of things, but this.

A very tall and gorgeous woman, large deer antlers on her head. Sultry eyes and a smirk on her face.

Oh fuck, she's beautiful. Dangerous. He can sense the power she has.

“Good evening your highness, I didn't expect to see you here wandering around my home.” the woman says with a chuckle, making the man become a little flustered.

“Your home...?” he asked hesitantly and the woman nodded.

“Yes, this is my home or rather my territory. My home is somewhere around here. I just sensed a presence around these grounds and decided to check. I didn't expect to see the king of hell to be here.”

“M-my apologies, my lady. I simply didn't know.” he stammers a bit. Ah, calm yourself Lucifer. You're more powerful so you shouldn't be intimidated, he says to himself internally.

“It is alright, if you don't mind. Do you want to join me for a cup of tea? I just so happen to have finished brewing some.”

Lucifer is cautious around sinners, especially her. He doesn't know why his heart is palpitating this much. The best reason he got is fear loud incorrect buzzer noise

“I don't want to intrud—”

“Nonsense! You're not intruding.”

“But—”

“Do not fret, I am not going to hurt you. I should be the scared one as you are much more powerful than me. I am sure you can obliterate my existence with a flick of your finger.” the woman laughs softly, a kind of laugh that reminds him of the books he's read. The kind of laugh that draws you in.

“How about this, how about we get acquainted with each other? So that you'll be more comfortable?”

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, “Why are you so insistent?”

“Well, I just love making friends and you my dear seem to be an interesting character that I don't mind befriending.”

Lucifer rolls his eyes but eventually nodded, “Fine, My name is Lucifer Morningstar.”

“Wonderful, then... It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Lucifer, my name is [y/n]” She says before gently holding his hand and placing a small kiss on his knuckles.

With a smirk on her face as her eyes looked at him as she did so.

Lucifer's cheeks reddened, quickly snatching his hand away from the demoness.

“So, about that tea?”

Lucifer is beginning to see a pattern.

A type even.

It's been a few months since he's met the deer demoness.

Surprisingly he managed to get along with her, despite her... Rather questionable actions.

He often visits her mansion at the middle of the forest where he met her or the other way around.

She often surprises him by popping out of the shadows with her presence concealed.

She's playful, mysterious, dangerous, beautiful.

And tall.

He likes his women tall okay?

And he likes them a little deranged.

Anyways.

She keeps teasing him.

Just like the other day, he came to visit at the wrong time and she forced him to help her get dressed.

It was inappropriate! She only asked him to zip the zipper of her dress.

Poor guy was blushing.

She didn't make fun of his obsession with rubber ducks.

She even made ducks out of shadows and made it swim around his room and of course, he made one too with his powers.

The shadows and gold dust ducks swimming around the room and in the air.

It was... Cute...

Lucifer has gotten to know the woman better too, he has gotten the chance to see many sides of her.

Lucifer isn't stupid, he can tell he's developing feelings for her.

He's afraid, he's afraid of getting hurt again or hurting her.

He has issues he needed to fix first.

Though, he is slightly a flustered mess around the woman.

Can you blame him? She calls him endearing nicknames! She calls him sweetheart and it just makes his heart flutter.

He is cautious around her not because he's afraid of her but because he fears his feelings for her would accidentally be known.

And she just appears out of nowhere!

It took awhile for him to sort his emotions and he thinks he is finally ready to confess.

But first, Lucifer needs to find hints if she feels the same way.

“Thanks for the coffee, [y/n]. It tastes amazing as always.” Lucifer says, admiring the duck shaped cream that is floating on his coffee.

“It is a pleasure, sweetheart. Drink to your heart's content. I know you've been stressed lately.” She says with a gentle voice.

“I have a question.” he started, already planning a discreet way to ask her.

“Hmm? Go ahead.”

“What if let's say... You have a close friend and you've only known him for a couple of months but they fell in love with you and now they're planning to confess to you? Would you date him?”

Don't mind him guys, he's trying his best.

[y/n] tilts her head slightly, confused before giggling.

She's not stupid but she kinda wants to tease him.

“Depending on who this friend is.”

“Just answer.” he deadpans.

“Yes, would you confess though?” she asked as she leans forward to reach him across the table, holding his chin. Lips just a few inches away from each other.

Lucifer.exe has stopped working.

“Y-yes...” he stammers, beginning to feel shy as his cheeks heat up.

“Do you want a kiss?” she asked teasingly.

“Please...?”

“Good boy.” she says before finally pressing her lips against his.

It was the most addicting kiss he ever experienced.

“I like you.”

“I like me too.”

“[y/n]!”

“I am just joking, I like you too.”

[marsxcutie]

Fixation│Jonathan Crane x Reader

Part two here <3

Fixation Masterlist

A/N: This is a TEST, PLEASEE interact if you're interested in this story line and I will gladly continue. This is my first fanfic so I'm just publishing this first part to see if there's any positive feedback! Suggestions are welcomed!

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Female Reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) is Arkham's new lead psychologist in the developing acute pediatric unit. Dr. Crane soon becomes fixated on the pretty young doctor. Is she just as fixated on him?

Warnings: no warnings in this part, planning on it becoming a little dark if that's what the people want hehe

Dr. Crane's eyes scanned over the email, his brow furrowing in confusion. Arkham decided to build another wing for an acute pediatric unit? Who in their right mind allowed this? Yes, there was a desperate need for children's psychiatric services, especially in Gotham, but to put children in the same building as psychopaths and murderers? Even Dr. Crane had the common sense to see how bad of an idea this was. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, this was not a change that he had been anticipating. He shut his computer off, deciding to be done for the day. He had much more pressing matters that needed his attention.

Your eyes scanned over the email, eyebrows raised at the seemingly amazing opportunity presenting itself to you. You had just checked your emails to see a new message from a job recruiter.

"Hello (Y/N),

Arkham Asylum is opening up an acute pediatric unit and is currently accepting applications for various positions. I got ahold of your resume and found it very impressive. Please take a look at the open positions and let me know if you were interested in applying for any of them.

Hope to hear from you soon.

James"

Attached to the email was a link, that took you to all the open positions and their job descriptions. Scanning over all of them briefly, one in particular caught your attention:

LEAD PEDIATRIC PSYCHOLOGIST

TWO WEEKS LATER

The sound of your kitten heels clacking on the pavement stopped suddenly as you were met with the front of the large ominous gate. You looked up at the building beyond the gate, a knot beginning to form in your stomach, this place looked a lot scarier than you had remembered. You let out a breath that you seemed to be holding and looked around for a buzzer or something that could someone of your presence. You jumped at the loud creaking noise that came from the gate as it swung open slowly.

"(Y/N)! Nice to see you made it in one piece."

A man stepped out from the opening of the gate, extending his hand. "I'm Rick, Arkham's executive director. I'll be showing you around and getting you settled, we're happy to have you here." His voice was gruff but his eyes were quite kind. You took his hand in yours, giving him a warm smile, "Nice to meet you Rick. I'm happy to be here." He gave you a smile and turned, gesturing you to follow him.

You followed him, taking in your surroundings as you walked. The grey overcast made the large vast building look like something out of an old horror film, the tall weeds poking out in the cracks in the cobblestone really added to the creepy scene laid out before you.

Rick led you inside, giving you a quick tour of the building. "I'll show you to your office now and let you get started with your training." Rick led you up a flight of stairs and down a hallway stopping at an office door. "So uh, since we haven't exactly finished building the pediatric wing, your office will temporarily be over here." You nodded, "That's fine by me."

He brought out a key from his pocket, turning the lock and opening the door for you. You stepped into your new space, it was a good sized space, with a large white desk, a couch, and some bookcases.

"Feel free to make yourself at home. I will let Dr. Crane know you're here, he will be doing most of your training with you. His office is actually right next to yours so should be pretty convenient for the two of you." Rick gave you a smile and nod and closed the door behind him.

You let out a small sigh, looking around the room, even though this was only your office for a short while it was still a good way to envision all your ideas for a cute and cozy space for you and your patients.

A loud knock on the door broke you out of thought, your head turning to the now open door. Your mouth unintentionally dropped open a bit at the sight of who you assumed was Dr. Crane. You were honestly expecting an old man not someone like Dr. Crane. His dark hair framed his handsome face perfectly and his intense eyes were the most perfect shade of blue. Your eyes flickered to his lips and you'd be surprised if he didn't notice the blush that covered your cheeks.

"You're (Y/N) I presume?" He smiled softly at you, extending his hand to you. "Y-yes, nice to meet you, Dr. Crane." You took his hand in yours, feeling silly at the flutter in your chest. "Call me Jonathan."

[bestnottoask]

From Laughter to Love {Part One}

{Masterlist}

Other Parts -Haven't written anymore yet but am thinking about at least writing a part 2

Pairing- Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

Request- No

Summary- You are in you third and final year of jujutsu Tech, and the person who had helped you through it all is your best friend Satoru Gojo, whom you’ve seemed to fall in love with over the years. But little to your knowledge there may me more to the flirtatious jokes and constant teasing he constantly throws at you. After a night of truth or dare in your dorm many feelings begin to arise between you too. Should you both address them? Or is it not worth the risk of compromising your friendship

Genre- Fluff, Slight Angst

Warnings- Casual swearing, Suggestive implications, mutual pining, friends to lovers eventually, kind of slow burn?, I think that all for now.

●Ambiguous Ending. Probably will make more parts

A/N- I Love this but also kind of hate it. Most of it was written between 1am- 4.40am so that's probably why. Let me know what you think.

Word Count- 3.3k

As a third-year student at Jujutsu Tech student your life was pretty full and pretty stressful. So, to keep your head clear you often went on short runs at night around campus; and tonight was no different. Or at least it started off no different from any other night.  

You went on a run for about 30 minutes around the school campus. The cold icy air pricked at your skin and made you nose tingle. You liked seeing the school like this. So cold an empty. Describing it made it sound scary or lonely. But really, it looked peaceful and calm like this. A large contrast to the noise and chaos that persuaded during the day. 

Once you had finished your run you made your way back to your dorm room. But to your surprise you found a tall white-haired man sitting on your bed leaning against the wall, while mindlessly scrolling on his phone. He had already made himself comfortable with one leg over the other and his shoes thrown on the floor. To be fair you really shouldn’t be surprised at this point, Satoru was always making his way to your dorm room, invited or not.  

Satoru and you had been very close friends since you both started at Jujutsu Tech. You were always quite nervous, especially around him, but he didn’t seem to care, he just clung to your side until you began to open up to him. He was the person you trusted most in the world and the person you had the most fun with. You both would banter with each other and were both very comfortable with one another; often pushing the usual boundary of platonic. It was mostly him though, due to his usual lack of understanding personal space and how he tended to be quite flirtatious especially with you. 

Over the years you had come to realized that you developed feelings towards Satoru, but you knew better then to admit them to him as it would only complicate your friendship and leave you with heartache. He was the strongest after all; who came from money and power and had girls throwing themselves at him left and right. Hence, you figured there was no chance he would ever reciprocate your feelings. You should just be grateful for the wonderful friendship you already have with him. 

“Hey there” there he says, barely acknowledging your presence as if this were a public place and not your dorm room.  

You sigh closing the door behind you and take off your shoes before falling back onto the bed starring at the ceiling. 

“You know it would be really nice to come back after a run and have my bed to myself to relax " you said not bothering to move your gaze from the ceiling. 

“What can’t I check in on my favorite girl?” He chuckled softly, putting down his phone and turning to look down at you. 

“Well, if you're going to be here at least make yourself useful and order us some food” You responded with a smile as you got up to grab some clothes before heading to your bathroom to get changed. 

“As you wish” he responded “but you owe me one” he winked at you with a smirk just before you closed the bathroom door. 

Satoru had a habit of mindlessly flirting with you, and no matter how much he did it, it always still seemed to make you a bit flustered. You knew it didn’t mean anything and he was just teasing, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t pull at your heart strings. 

You came out moments later wearing a black singlet and some shorts. Despite the cold nights the weather was getting warmer and you and Satoru were close so you didn’t mind showing a bit more skin when it’s just him, and you didn’t want to wake in the morning sweating once the sun hit your room. But as you exited the bathroom and put the clothes you had just removed into your laundry basket you couldn’t help but feel his gaze on you.  

“What?” You said noticing his stare. 

“Just enjoying the view” Satoru shrugged with a small grin as he leaned back placing his hands behind his head, eyeing you up and down looking at the way your clothes hugged your figure. 

“whatever” you rolled your eyes. But you couldn’t help a small smile creep onto your face. 

“So, when’s the food getting here?” you question taking a seat next to him. 

“Wow so eager to get rid of me” he places a hand on his chest pretending to be offend, to which you shook your head at and smiled. 

Amused by your reaction a grin spread across his face. “How about we play a game?” 

“What did you have in mind?” you asked. 

“Truth or Dare.” his voiced was laced with mischief so you knew he was up to something, but you were intrigued so you agreed. 

“Fine” 

“Right let's begin” he said turning to you. 

“Truth or Dare?” He said poshly, for his own amusement. 

“dare” you said without hesitation, confidently smiling at him. 

“Ah adventitious I see, no worries I’ll keep it simple for the first round. How about… you give me a kiss on the cheek.” He pointed to his right cheek while playfully fluttering his eyelashes at you.  

Even though you know it doesn’t mean anything and he’s just doing it to mess with you, you can’t help but blush a little. 

“Fine come here” you sigh. 

You quickly cup his face with one and pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling back, resuming your position across from him. 

Little to your knowledge, as soon as your lips made contact with Satori’s cheek, a spark of electricity ran through his body. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the feeling. When he opened them again this gaze locked with yours.  

“That was… acceptable” He drawled out, trying to regain his composure. 

“Now I pick truth” he said before you even asked the question, hoping to distract you from the faint blush on his neck. 

“Hmm… what’s your favorite nickname I use for you?” 

Satoru loved all the nicknames you used for him. Or more so he loved the fact that you’d use nicknames with him. Some were cute, some were funny, and some were down right insulting, but none of them ever failed to make him smile. Though his favorite would have to be ‘Toru’. It was simple but cute; and it was the first nickname you’d ever used on him. 

“Well, that’s easy” he began “It’s definitely ‘Toru’, I don’t know why, I just like hearing you use it”. You hummed in response mentally noting it down to use that one more often. 

“So, truth or dare?” Satoru continued. 

“Mm truth” you replied. 

After a short moment of silence Satoru asked “why me? why do you put up with all my bullshit?” his voice was more sincere this time. The question hung heavy in the air, and Gojo’s gaze searched yours for an answer while you processed his question. 

“What do you mean?” you asked softly tilting your head slightly in an attempt to better read him. This question was a bit out of character for him. He usually held his head high with confidence and an arguably inflated ego, but right now you could almost feel the insecurity coming off him. 

“I mean” he started, his tone was thoughtful, “We’ve known each other for years now, and yet you still hang out with me despite all the crap I pull. Why?” 

“Because were friends Toru” you began looking into his eyes “yes you pull a lot of crap and can be a real idiot sometimes” you chuckle “But that’s what I like about you. Sure, you can annoy me, but you also make me laugh. Much more than anyone else I’ve met”. 

Now you were the one searching his eyes, trying to see if he understood what you said and what he means to you. As much as his doubt in himself and your friendship hurts, you appreciate that he is willing to share those doubts and insecurities with you. Showing you a more vulnerable side of him that many don’t get to see, or even know exist.  

His expression seemed to have softened at your words, a warm glow spreading through his chest. He hadn’t expected such sincerity in your words or you voice. He rarely allowed himself to be vulnerable, so to hear you say such things when he did allow himself, made his heat flutter.  

“So, you like that about me?” His voice was soft, and you responded with a nod and a smile. 

“I’m Glad” a smile started to grow on his face. “Really Glad” he chuckled now with a toothy grin. “Guess this means I can tease you even more!” He laughed. 

“Well now hold on” you laughed.  

“Nuh, too late you already said it” he cut you off with a chuckle 

“great” you groaned burying your face in your hands. In reality you were very happy with Satoru’s demeanor going back to his playful self, even if it means he’d be teasing you more.  

Gojo snorted at your reaction before the laughter slowly died down. “But seriously, thank you” he said softly. 

“Of course,” you responded. Even in the silence it was never uncomfortable between the two of you.  

“So, where were we?” he asked breaking the silence. 

“I believe it was your turn, so truth or dare Satoru?” you replied. 

A smile formed on his face. He’d hoped you’d suggest to continue the game. It gave him more opportunities to learn more about you and have fun. 

“dare” he declared. “And make it a good one” he said with a challenging stare. 

“okay” you said narrowing your eyes at him trying to think of a good dare. 

“When the food arrives, you have to eat it without your hands” you declared with a smirk.  

Satoru’s face fell at your words. “But I ordered Ramen, it's going to be such a mess!”  

You laughed in response “well you shouldn’t have picked dare” 

“Oh, come onn” he groaned dramatically, but couldn’t help laugh along with you. 

As if on cue Satoru got a notification stating the food was here. He dramatically groaned as he got out of bed and went outside to collect it. When he got back you were sitting on the floor crossed legged eagerly waiting. He sat down across from you and began to unpack the food handing you your serving.  

“enjoy” you said with a playful smirk and you used your chopsticks to eat your ramen.  

“You’re going to pay for this” he said shaking his head and holding the bowl to his face. He took a deep breath preparing himself for the task ahead. He glanced longingly at his chopsticks, so close yet so forbidden. 

With a sigh he leaned his head into the bowl and began his task. Slurping noises filled the room and when he came up for air you couldn’t help but burst out laughing looking at the state he was in. Broth dribbled down his chin, wetting his shirt, and a small noodle stuck to the edge of his nose.  

he couldn’t help but smile as your laughter filled the room, encouraging him to continue. Despite the mess and embarrassment, Gojo found himself enjoying the attention. He continued to chow down in his ramen, determined to complete the dare.  

“Ha! take that” He exclaimed triumphantly, lifting his head from the now empty bowl. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and he sat back proudly. “Not bad hey?” he smirked proudly. 

“Yeah, but look at your shirt” You giggled gesturing to the shirt that now had ramen broth falling down the neckline. 

“Guess I won’t be winning any fashion awards tonight” he said with a shrug “but hey, at least you can’t say I ever backed down from a dare” he said with a shit-eating grin.  

Gojo then proceeded to pull his shirt up and over his shoulders, then tossed it into your laundry basket like it was a goal. His casualty surprised you for a moment, as you stared at his bare chest. His skin was smooth and pale, with a bit of it glistering near his neck, no doubt thanks to the ramen.  

“Now look at who’s enjoying the view”. His voiced snapped you out of your thoughts and pull your eye-line up to meet his. You instantly blushed at him catching you starring and tried to play it off cool by rolling your eyes. 

He laughed at your eye roll before continuing.  

“You know, when we first met you used to be much more closed off. I guess I do grow on a person” he said smugly. 

“More like wear them down, but okay” You laughed, and he laughed along with you at your comment. 

“Well, it’s still sounds like progress to me” He smiled. 

You giggled at you collected the packages that the food came in and turned to place them on your desk. Gojo snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, while placing his head on your shoulder. 

“What are you doing Toru?” 

He just shrugged his shoulders before tightening his grip and lifting you up before throwing you on the bed despite your protests. But as he threw you on the bed you managed to grab his arm, consequently bringing him down with you. As he toppled on top of you with a loud ‘oomph’ a loud burst of laughter erupted from the both of you. 

“Hey! what was that for?” despite his words, there was no real anger in his tone, only mild surprise and playful annoyance.  

“that’s what you get. If I go down, I’m bring you down with me” You laughed. 

Gojo then lifted his head from the sheets leaning on his elbow. It was only now that either of you noticed the compromising position. He was on top of you, knee between your legs, hips pressed to yours, and faces inches apart. You could feel the warmth of his breath on you.  

After a moment of silence, it seemed realization of your current position pinned beneath him, hit him. “Ah shit-sorry” he stammered lifting himself off of you. Yet despite the awkwardness, there was something undeniably thrilling to him about being having you in that position so close to him. His mind raced with thoughts and possibilities, each more enticing than the last.  

“Uh its fine really” you assured him trying to ease the tension. He sat next to you on the bed, both of you looking forward. The silence was defining. He pursed his lips together and looked around the room trying to find something to talk about.  

“I think some of that ramen went up my nose” he said finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. 

“That’s your segue?” you questioned looking over at him. 

“Well, you use what you got” he shrugged causing a soft laugh to escape your lips easing the tension a bit.  

“that’s so gross” you replied. 

“It’s not like I snorted the whole bowel, besides it adds just a little extra flavor yeah?” He grinned as you made a face of disgust. 

He leaned back on the bed, propping himself up with his elbows. “Anyways, it’s your fault, you dare me to eat ramen without using my hands” 

“You told me to ‘make it a good one’” you defended. “And it was a good one. Good for my amusement, not your hygiene” you laughed, to which he rolled his eyes at.  

“True, true” he agreed with a nod “but usually people dare someone to, I don’t take an item of clothing off or something” he smiled 

“Well in the end you did do that” you gestured to his bare chest. 

Gojo glanced down at his exposed torso, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Well technically that wasn’t apart if the dare, but hey, who am I to complain” he raised his hands “I love seeing you blush” he said with a wink. 

“Please, I was not blushing” You defended yourself 

“Oh, come on,” he teased gently, smirking at your denial “you were basically eye-fucking me” 

“Excuse me?!” You raised your eyebrow playfully. 

Gojo chuckled, finding amusement in your embarrassment. “I’m serious, your eyes were practically glued to my body” 

“What, like how yours were earlier when I got changed?” You said accusatory  

“Hey, at least I admit when I check someone out” he said raising his hands in defense. 

“whatever” You just softly chuckled and shock you head. In reality the fact that Satoru had admitted to checking you out made your heart flutter. 

He pulled out his phone and check the time, feeling disappointed that it was getting late.  

“Well,” He sighed lifting himself up from your bed “as much as I would love to stay here and have you tell me all about how hot I am” He said while gesturing to his toned torso “It’s getting late so I should get going. Don’t want to be late for class tomorrow” 

“Alright, later Toru.” You said ignoring his comment “thanks for the company” you smiled as you walked him to your door. 

“anytime” he winked.  

Just as you were about to close the door he spoke up. “Oh, and next time, you don’t have to dare me to eat ramen without using my hands just to see me shirtless, you can just ask and I’d be happy to abide” He smirked before turning on his heel and making his way down the hallway.  

You smiled before closing your door and letting out a large sigh. This crush of yours's was getting out of hand, and only seemed to grow more each day.  

On the other hand, as Gojo made his way back to his dorm room he couldn’t help but feel a warm tightening feeling in his chest at the thought if you. Once he entered his room, he threw on the nearest shirt and then collapsed on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He had known about his feelings for you for a while, but after tonight, he knew there was no going back. He needed you in his life, and he craved being more than just your friend more than he craved any sweet known to man. You made feel safe and happy. Just your smile sent electric shots throughout his body, and hearing your laugh would make is heart swell. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him; and he wouldn’t know what to do without you.  

He wanted more than anything to tell you how he feels. How you consume his every thought. He wants to hold you in his arms through the night and be by your side every second of every day. He wanted to shower you in the endless love he felt for you and never let you go. But he was scared. Your friendship already meant more than the world to him, and he was so scared of ruining what you two already had. He knew he’d never forgive himself if he did something that compromised your friendship. But he just couldn’t seem to get you out of his mind; and the idea of moving on from you and seeing someone else seemed unthinkable. Maybe it was time he let you know his true feelings. 

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We Made It Together (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1780 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You teach Homelander how to make pancakes.

Homelander's been especially clingy this evening, requiring your undivided attention the second you got off work. When you walked out of the elevator and into his penthouse, you found him moping on the couch in his living room, gloves off, just wanting to snuggle his head into your lap.

You've been glued in this position for a couple hours now, and you are acutely aware that you've long since passed your regular dinner time. And if you're hungry, you know Homelander is too, even if he doesn't want to say anything lest your cuddle time ends.

"I'm starving. We should probably get dinner started," you reflect, lazily caressing his cheek with your palm.

"Just call the Vought chefs," he mumbles, turning his head over to look up at you. He doesn't want you to get up off the couch; he just wants to spend the rest of the evening in your lap.

"No, I wanna make us dinner tonight," you remark. "I think we both could use something homemade."

"Maybe… pancakes?" you ponder, smiling while you boop his nose with your index finger.

"…For dinner?" Homelander enquires confoundedly, lifting himself up to a seated position.

Ever since he was a child in the lab, he was raised to follow the three staple meal times set out for him. It's been ingrained so heavily into him, he has not once strayed outside of this routine. He's never even heard of something as ridiculous as eating breakfast foods for dinner.

He watches you silently as you slide off the couch and head to the kitchen. You shoot him a sly grin, giggling to yourself at seeing his baffled expression.

Once in the kitchen you get to work quickly, moving your stepping stool over to the fridge and the cupboards. You've gotten quite used to maneuvering around his kitchen, as everything had been built taller to accommodate Homelander's height. Pulling out the ingredients, mixing bowl and frying pan, you plant yourself at the countertop next to the stove. You've made this recipe so many times you know it like the back of your hand; nearly every morning at the penthouse consists of pancakes.

You are so focused at the task at hand you don't see Homelander get off the couch and saunter over to you, arms crossed behind his back. He is observing you intently while you sift your flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt together in a large glass bowl. When he leans down a bit lower behind your comparatively smaller frame, you finally take notice of his presence.

"You wanna help?" you ask, smiling sweetly up at him.

As if you posed a forbidden question, Homelander's eyes open wide. His mouth parts open, but it takes a few moments before he can force any words out.

"I… uh… I-I don't…" he stammers, straightening back up to his full height. Immediately, his eyes dart frantically as he feels his body become tense from your proposal.

While Homelander prefers to be seen as a perfectly capable man, a god who does not make any errors, he is ashamed to admit he has never cooked a day in his life. Growing up in the lab, all of his meals were made for him, and he was never taught how to prepare food. Despite his lack of knowledge, Vought built him a custom kitchen in his penthouse, one they knew he had no idea how to use. It almost felt like a cruel joke at his expense.

And now, here you are inviting him to cook with you. Although you have no hidden motivations, he is distraught over the possibility of making mistakes. Anything he can't get perfect on the first try is not something he even wants to attempt.

"It's okay, I know you can do it," you comfort him, giving him a gentle pat on his thigh. "Let's start slow. Pass me the milk, butter, and eggs."

Homelander swallows hard, but he resigns himself to his fate… he is going to cook. Out of anything else, he doesn't want to let you down by neglecting the tasks you've assigned him. Painstakingly, like they are made of bone china, he passes you the ingredients one by one. The carton of milk and sticks of butter are simple enough, but… then comes the challenge. Every single egg he picks up fills him with dread, knowing even the slightest twitch of his fingers could break their delicate shells.

But somehow he manages, spurred on by the small hits of praise you give him for every egg he passes into your waiting hand. Your bright smile and warm voice takes the edge off his nerves, allowing himself to get more comfortable. However, he gets a bit too distracted by your compliments, and accidentally cracks an egg in between his big fingers.

"I'm sorry," Homelander sputters instantly. "I-I-I'm sorry." He can't bear to look in your direction, afraid to see your disappointment. He knew this was inevitable; he can't do ordinary things like a regular human.

"Hey, hey," you say, grabbing a dish cloth to wipe the egg off his large hand. "It's okay hun, it was just an accident, right?"

Tentatively nodding, he looks down at you with his glassy eyes.

"Everybody has little accidents when they're cooking," you reassure him. "And this one is nothing to fret over, we have plenty more eggs."

Just seeing you be so dainty with him, cleaning his destructive hand without a sign of displeasure anywhere on your face… that brief spike on insecurity vanishes just as quickly as it came.

Recomposing himself, Homelander takes a deep breath in through his nose to reset his train of thought. He doesn't want to make any more mistakes, he wants to show you how good he can be.

With a renewed sense of purpose, he begins handing you the rest of the eggs, never taking his focus off them for even a second. It's a little funny to see the leader of The Seven acting so serious about eggs, but you know how much this means to him, being able to do something 'normal' with you.

"You did amazing! I'm so proud of you!" you cheer, your own excitement mirrored in Homelander's face. He soaks in your approval like a sponge, eager to begin his next assignment so you can keep being proud of his little achievements.

"I'm going to mix the batter up now," you tell him, grabbing the whisk off the counter. "Can you turn on the stove at about a medium heat? We have to warm up the pan before we make the pancakes."

While you beat the batter, Homelander goes over to the stove and twists the knob to a medium heat. Before he places the frying pan down on the element, he stops and stares at it in his hand.

Your head can't whip around fast enough when you hear the all-too-familiar sound of his laser eyes activating, shooting a low intensity beam at the bottom of the pan to pre-heat it to the precise temperature you asked for. You roll your eyes at your big dork of a boyfriend as he grins down at you, proud of himself for thinking of a more efficient way to cook. Why waste precious minutes of your life waiting for the pan to warm up, when he can do it in mere seconds?

"Okay, we're ready," you remark, holding the ladle out for Homelander. His grin quickly dissipates when he realizes the real gauntlet is about to begin. "Just put a scoop of the batter into the pan. I'll guide you through the rest."

Hesitantly, he takes the ladle from your hand and follows your instructions, pouring the batter into the pan. His eyes shift back and forth from you and the bubbling batter, waiting for your continued directions. After a couple minutes of silent yet intense staring, he finally sees you make a move.

"Alright, now flip the pancake over," you say, handing him the spatula. You reach over and bring the nearby serving platter closer to you. "Give it a few more minutes on this side, then take it out and put it on this plate."

Homelander follows your orders to the letter, keeping the time in his head down to the last second before he removes the pancake and puts in on the platter. He examines you with gritted teeth, filled with anxiety as you inspect his pancake, the very first thing he has ever cooked.

"I-Is it… good?" he asks you uneasily, like his life is on the line if he hasn't done it properly.

"It's perfect," you finally declare, looking into his nervous eyes while you give him a firm grasp of reassurance on his knuckles. "I'm so proud of you. You made a beautiful pancake. Are you ready to try another?"

A toothy grin spreads across his face at your encouragement, showing off his pearly white fangs. Your words of validation are like a drug to him, he can never get enough.

Homelander nods enthusiastically; he wants to make more.

The two of you continue this formula until the batter has run out, and you have quite a hefty stack of pancakes. At his insistence, you let him take the platter to the dining room table, along with two plates, utensils, a bottle of maple syrup, and two glasses of milk. You don't know how he managed to carry all of that without dropping anything, but he really is always full of surprises.

He picks you up and plops you down in his lap while he takes his seat. Filling up the two plates, he places your dinner in front of you. With a drizzle of maple syrup, you cut into a pancake and take your first bite. He waits before he starts eating, wanting to know what you think of your joint efforts.

"Mmm," you hum, savouring your food. Regardless of the recipe being the same thing you've made hundreds of times, it somehow tastes superior knowing Homelander helped. You look up at him, seeing his eyes soften at how much you are enjoying the pancakes. "See? I told you dinner would be better if it was homemade. Even moreso because we made it together."

Beaming at your neverending praise, he angles his head down for a kiss. Tasting the maple syrup and pancakes on your lips spurs something deep within him. A sense of accomplishment, knowing that despite all the ways those scientists in the lab tried to keep him down, he can rise above it all and be… normal.

Maybe he can try helping out in the kitchen with you more often.

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god you’re writing is angelic i just neeeeeed a cowboy like me inspired tommy shelby fic!!!

Forever is the Sweetest Con

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader

Summary: Written for the Taylor Swift Tapes: Tommy Shelby - based on Cowboy Like Me

Word Count: 815

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, implied smut

A/N: Thank you to both Anons who requested Cowboy Like Me. I hope you enjoy!

From across the moonlit courtyard, you spot him. The man of the moment; the name on everybody's lips. He's not particularly tall, but he cuts an imposing figure in his finely-made suit, a glass of amber liquor clutched firmly in his large hand.

He's standing at the edge of the gazebo. A crowd of men and women are gathered at his side, vying for his undivided attention as he raises the glass to his mouth, but as his piercing blue eyes finally meet your gaze, it's evident that his much sought-after attention will remain elsewhere for the remainder of the evening.

Silently, you count to ten.

Right on cue, he stalks towards you, a deadly predator sizing up his prey, oblivious or at least indifferent to the host of unfulfilled ladies and gentlemen he leaves in his wake.

The corner of his lips twitch up when he reaches you, those startling blue eyes lazily travelling along the full length of your expensive dress. Even before he speaks, he's straight to the point.

"Would you like to dance?"

You regard him for a long moment, listening to the notes of the gentle waltz spilling out into the summer night. For most of the evening, the band has favoured uptempo music - fashionable, but not particularly romantic - until now.

Apparently, your new companion has been biding his time.

After taking a drag of your cigarette, you offer him your response. "Dancing is a dangerous game, Mr Shelby. Especially with a man like you."

As he raises a dark brow, his eyes sparkle in the moonlight like a cerulean sky full of stars. "You've heard of me?"

"Everyone has heard of you," you assure him bluntly.

"You don't sound impressed."

"Should I be?"

His lips pull up into the hint of an amused grin as he places a cigarette between them.

You reach into your velvet purse and offer him a light, startled to find yourself quite so enraptured as he rolls the cigarette across his full bottom lip.

Softly, he exhales a cloud of white smoke into the dark night. "So it’s a 'no' to the dance then, eh?"

Resting your own cigarette between your painted fingers, you narrow your gaze. Perhaps you will be dancing tonight, after all. "It depends what you're willing to offer in return."

Thomas Shelby considers this with no sign of surprise, eventually inclining his head. "Oh, I'm well aware of what tricks you have up your sleeve."

Although it pains you to admit it, his admission catches you off-guard. Until now, you've been so careful to conceal your tracks. That he can read you so easily is as intriguing as it is alarming.

Determined not to show weakness in the face of such a worthy adversary, you flash him a vicious smile, showing your teeth.

"Enlighten me, Mr Shelby. What do you think you know about me?"

He pauses, his expression entirely unreadable as he watches you, carefully deciding just how much to reveal. "Oh, I've seen you around, telling all those rich men anything they want to hear. Bet you make a pretty penny from nights like this."

There's no judgement in his tone, which almost makes it worse.

"Are you calling me a whore?"

"Of course not. You're far too clever for that. You sell them words instead of sex. You promise them love, but only if they pay for it."

Stubbing out your cigarette with the heel of your designer shoe - bought for by the very men he speaks of - you level him with a blank stare, no small effort given the way his presence seems to have your pulse unwillingly quickening.

"Then why are you here?" Almost as an afterthought, you add, "You're no different than me."

Because when it comes to hustlers, it takes one to know one. Thomas Shelby might not offer the illusion of love in exchange for money, but instead, he offers power and influence. Just as deadly as love, but far more desirable.

Divesting himself of his cigarette and whisky, Tommy takes a step closer. So close that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. A predator, indeed.

"No," he agrees. "I'm no different to you at all."

A breath catches in your throat before he leans in, stealing the swiftest of kisses.

Two hours later, his boots are beneath your bed. Tangled sheets cling to your sweat-slick bodies; clothes discarded in a heap on the floor.

Perched atop him, your soft thighs hugging his slim waist, you dip your head. "Whatever you think this is," you gesture between the two of you, "I'm not going to fall in love."

Tommy's pupils are wide as he stares up at you, mouth slightly parted and chest heaving. "Not love, then," he agrees, roughly. "But how about forever?"

You place a hand on his warm cheek. "Didn't they tell you, Thomas? Forever is the sweetest con."

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From the Reaches

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Prompt: Death’s Disciple

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Although Lux Abiit was without question a miracle worker, he was still seventeen, and that meant, given his rank, he sometimes needed minding. Most often, that task fell to His Grace. Cruor’s record for being able to chase their young Master of Engines out of the engine rooms long enough to do anything else was better than anyone's. Today, however, the boy was in the ship hangers, and seemed to be eagerly dismantling one of the smaller fighters.

“Dare I ask what you’re doing to that fighter?” Chian asked, mostly amused by the boy who had quickly become not just a favorite of the grand Templar, but also of himself, and Orrig. It was nearly impossible not to like the boy, especially when he started working his miracles. Chian didn’t have the first idea what Abiit was doing to the fighter, but he trusted Abiit to do it correctly. “It seems to be in rather a large number of pieces.”

“There’s a problem with the shield generator,” Abiit said, head-and-shoulders deep into the fighter’s shell. He muttered a curse and stuck a hand out of the fighter. His fingers twisted into a complicated sign, and a tool Chian couldn’t possibly name flew into his hand. Newly armed, he wiggled further into the fighter. There was a horrible sound of metal rending, the whole fighter glowed with magic, and then it fell into several pieces. Abiit, grease-stained but triumphant, sat up from the rubble, holding what Chian presumed was the shield generator. “The power flow to it isn’t steady, and it should be. I have to rebuild this little girl before she’ll be ready for action again.”

“Are they all like that?”

“Probably, but once I fix her, I’ll get the other mechanics trained and we’ll get the rest fixed up.”

“So easily?”

“I mean, they don’t talk like the Shrine does, but you can hear them if you listen,” Abiit said with a very fond pat for the fighter’s broken shell around him. “Don’t worry, little girl. We’ll get you flying again. Captain, were you looking for me?”

“I was,” Chian said and offered a hand up to Abiit, who let him pull him to his feet. He wasn’t a tall young man, although Chian suspected he was still growing. The nutrition of several solid meals a day would help him catch up after years of scarce food on Tertrain. “I was checking on our intake paperwork, and I realized I have next to nothing of your history in our records.”

“Oh, it’s just because I don’t know much,” Abiit said, and reluctantly set the shield generator aside to give Chian his full attention. “My parents died in Tertrain’s last civil war. I’d tell you their names if I could, but I was four. I don’t remember them. I was in an orphanage for a little while, then I was on the streets until I learned magic. Then I became a spell-mechanic. Nothing special, really.”

Nothing special. The words that always seemed to linger around Abiit whenever he did anything particularly remarkable.

In some ways, the explanation that Abiit had no family, and grew up on the streets, explained a great deal about how he faced the world. Chian remembered meeting the boy, dusty and tousled, and so astonishingly capable. He didn’t have a single notion of how to behave on the ship though, which now made sense. Tertrain wasn’t known for having a strong Temple presence, and Charos was a small, wild city.

“We need to do a full medical workup for you as well,” Chian told him, which made Abiit wrinkle his nose in protest. “Don’t bother arguing. You can come with me, or I’ll tell His Grace about it.”

“He won’t make me go,” Abiit said, convincing absolutely nobody. They both knew how seriously His Grace took Abiit’s health. “Fine, fine, you don’t have to drag me.”

“For the best,” Chian said amiably as he led the way to the in-ship transport. The entered the small waiting room and Chian pressed the button to call the transport. He opened his mouth to continue the conversation, but Abiit paused suddenly, still all over, and studiously causal at the same time. “Problem?”

“Someone is stalking us,” Abiit said, quiet and still smiling, but now with an air of immediate violence about him that should surprise Chian, and somehow didn’t. “You, actually. They spotted you in the hanger and have been getting closer since.”

“Interesting,” Chian said and considered his options. It was not unusual for Templars to challenge for rank and promotion by murder was very traditional. If someone challenged him properly, and killed him, they would take his position and rank. Of course, knowing what he knew about the Shrine and about His Grace, they might not hold the position for long. “Hostile?”

“Imagine so. Want me to handle it?”

The casual offer was one that should terrify Chian. He knew what Abiit could do when the mood took him. Instead, he patted the boy’s shoulder fondly.

“No,” he said, and allowed just a little of his own dangerous nature show. He might not enjoy bloodshed the way His Grace, or even Orrig did, but he was more than able to hold his own. “When you fought in the officer’s meeting, His Grace told us that some lessons must be taught by a specific person.”

“I didn’t hear that.”

“You were occupied,” Chian said amiably, but alerted now, he was on guard, and he caught a glimpse of the person, a man he thought, who was moving in on them. “Should they be brave enough to challenge me for captaincy, you must not interfere.”

“And if they try to shoot you in the back?” Abiit asked, apparently willing to accept Chian’s ability to protect himself. “What then?”

“That,” Chian said and allowed himself a self-satisfied smile. “is harder than it may seem. I’ve been in the Temple and the captain of this ship for ten years. There have been many attempts on my life.”

“And here you stand,” Abiit said and allowed his predatory air fade under his usual sunny cheer, but Chian could still see it, just a little. The young spell-mechanic was nowhere near off-guard. “I’ll leave it to you then, but we’re ready to help if you want us.”

“We?” Chian had a sudden feeling he knew who we might be, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear it out loud. “Who is we?”

“Have you forgotten so quickly?” Abiit asked with a smile that hid more danger than Chian really wanted to consider too closely. He brushed his hand over the wall’s polished surface as if he patted the shoulder of a friend. Chian found himself smiling and mirrored the gesture. The wall warmed under his fingers, too fast to be heat from his own skin. “She’s always looking out for you, but she’ll let you fight your own battles if you don’t want her to interfere.”

“We’ll see what happens,” Chian said, and patted the wall fondly. The Shrine hummed in soft harmony with the approaching transport. “You aren’t the only one this ship from the Reaches.”

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Death's Disciple (FULL COLLECTION)

Destiny Wakes

Crafter’s Hands (Subscriber Only!)

Signs of Magic

Captain Conundrum (Subscriber Only!)

Engine Song

Interlude of Kin

Family Introduction (Subscriber Only!)

Political Play

Over Peppers

Like a Bell

To Bed 

Proper Intake

Two Spies

First Example

Mandatory Social Time

Second Example (Subscriber Only!)

True Intelligence 

Velvet Darkness (Subscriber Only!)

Through Death 

The Storm 

Out of her Depth 

Off Ship (Subscriber Only!)

Careful Education 

Hunting Ranks

From the Reaches 

Captain Competence

Reglazed Reshifted (Subscriber Only!) (New!)

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MASTERLIST

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - We’re The Type To Be Pit Ballin’

For: @purpleruletheomiverse 

Vlad loves balls. Danny loves balls. But most importantly, Maddie the cat loves balls.

Danny was always suspicious of Vlad, especially when Vlad gets a bunch of small boxes and one very large box. He didn’t pick up on any energy spikes in any of the guy's homes, so whatever it was it wasn’t electronic and didn’t use ectoplasm. Could it just be a new couch or bed? Sure. Danny wasn’t betting his half-life on that though.

Now if it was possible Danny would just waltz into the man’s house invisibly and check for anything; unfortunately, Vlad knew about his half-ghost ass and was also into anti-ghost tech. Meaning the house was protected from Danny abusing his powers like that, plus Vlad was a halfa himself and would thus sense Danny’s presence if he was in ghost form or using a decent amount of energy. So now here he is knocking on the door like a normal person (how boring) and being greeted by a slightly confused Vlad.

“Daniel?”, sticking his head out and looking around, “you’re here by yourself, so I doubt Jack made you come”, then frowning a little, “I will be very unhappy if you’re about to tell me there’s a major ghost issue”.

Danny shoves his way in, Vlad letting him with a quirked eyebrow as Danny looks around, “so what massive boxed thing did you buy”.

“You watching my mail like that could qualify as stalking behaviour, you know”.

“You put spy cameras in my house, you are not winning that argument”. Danny pausing in spot a few rooms over and just kind of staring, there’s a fucking ball pit and it’s actually filled with ball pit balls, not something weird or evilish. “Why… why do you have a ball pit”. It’s basically wall to wall, no wonder the box was goddamn huge.

Vlad walks in, crossing his arms, “Maddie was getting bored with most of her toys, so I thought I’d spice things up and splurge a little”.

Danny makes a few faces, “a ‘little’? You turned an entire room into a shallow ball pit for your cat. You have been too rich for too long”, wagging a finger in Vlad’s face, “you need to be homeless for a while, by the Ancients”. Looking back to the ball pit because come on! How much would something like this even cost? Even all the multi-coloured balls alone would be more than most peoples pay cheques. He means, sure he’s glad the guys actually pampering his cat like any halfway decent pet owner should but this might be overboard. “Your cat is spoiled”.

Vlad rolls his eyes, looking up to the ceiling, “I was also thinking of making steps for the walls and pathways up by the ceiling, little more space to run around and climb, you know”.

Danny looks up too, “Vlad… how fucking tall are your ceilings? What if she falls?”. Even if a cat fell into a shallow ball pit that would probably hurt.

Vlad pales a little, oh right, “you may have a point there”. This was a mansion after all. “Maybe just tunnels through the walls then”.

“Do you know what walls are load bearing? Do you want an upper floor to collapse down?”.

Vlad blinks, “since when did you know so much about architecture?”.

“It was one of the choices for side credits for that bachelor's degree I kinda wanna get”.

Vlad blinks and grins, “Oh, in biological science and engineering right? So you can get that master's to try getting into the Astronaut Candidate Program?”. At least his nephew-should-be-son-though was actually intelligent.

Danny grins right back, “yup, I’ve already got all my logged pilot-in-command hours”.

“I’d say congrats but I’m not sure Maddie and Jack’s jet counts”.

Danny points aggressively at him, “fuck that noise, I will make that count one way or another. Also, I have actually flown a real spaceship before even if I can’t actually prove that and it was trying to eat me beforehand”. And then Maddie the cat jumps up out of the ball pit and dives back in, popping her head up and meowing loudly at the two. Danny blinks, “was she sleeping in there?”.

Vlad looks incredibly smug, because he is smug, “indeed. I think it’s a winner”; then eyeing Danny watching the ball pit with a small little smile on his face.

Maddie the cat starts swimming around in the balls, the plunking and plinking the balls all make was rather adorable in Danny’s opinion, and what kind of loser doesn’t like a good ball pit. Ah, fuck it. “Fuck it”, Danny dives in; making Vlad jerk a little and reach out for him belatedly. Unfortunately, Danny sticks his head out of the pit with a, “I think I broke my neck actually”.

Vlad drops his hand and shakes his head, “for Gouda's sake, Daniel. Why didn’t you just step in?”.

“Oh where’s the fun in that?”. Eh, Danny thinks his neck’s healed enough, flipping over and starting to crawl around in the balls; occasionally flinging some in the air, which Maddie the cat frequently jumps out to catch or bat at.

Vlad sits down on the ball pit ledge, folding his hands together in his lap. He absolutely liked these sorts of little moments, where it felt like he could genuinely be family to Daniel. Watching Daniel bite a ball into his mouth and ‘popping’ it out. Maybe when the boy’s older and more mature…

Danny was very much in favour of this, it wasn’t evil, it didn’t involve his mom, and it was very fun. Ball pits were awesome… so long as no one pissed in it anyways. Vlad just rolls his eyes and leans out of the way when Danny throws a ball at him, but Maddie the cat absolutely losses her shit chasing after it like a bat outta hell and skidding around on the floor as she scammers her legs a bit faster than gravity is letting her actual move. The cat is smacking the runaway ball all over the floor and Danny can’t help laughing at that, Vlad watching his cat go fondly.

The cat comes back after a bit, panting, and lays on Vlad’s lap, him eyeing Danny as he pets her, “are you going to get out of there”.

Only half of Danny’s face is out as he hisses, “never”, and slowly sinks beneath the balls; time to slip away sneakily. Maybe Vlad will think he drowned in balls and panic. Heh.

Vlad eyes the balls and when Daniel doesn’t come back up and none of the balls move, “Daniel? Really?”.

A couple of seconds later the balls start moving again and Danny’s head slowly pokes up, looking petulant, “you added ghost shields underground?”.

Vlad smirks, “absolutely”.

Danny grumbles, actually standing up and walking out of the room making ‘I’m watching you’ gestures. Danny keeps glaring behind himself the entire way out of the mansion. Fuck… that was totally a family bonding moment, wasn’t it? Damn him. All his get a cat mocking was both working and backfiring. Ah well, it’s definitely still good he says; based on the sound of ball pit balls moving around it definitely was. There is nothing in this world that could convince Danny the Vlad didn’t just go into the ball pit. Nothing.

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Prompt: Vlad goes to absurd lengths to spoil his cat.

[yes-divine-ruler]

Your Personal Trainer - Kai Anderson

Part 1

Summary: Kai is introduced to you as your new personal trainer. You can’t help but feel insanely attracted to the man, and he can tell.

x fem!reader

CW: fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk using the word “whore”

wc: 2k

Part 2 | Part 3

You stood in the change rooms, facing the mirror as you tied your hair. It had been a long day at work, and you were excited to finally meet your new personal trainer for your first private session. The gym was almost empty at this time, only a few lone keep-fit-fanatics pumping weights in front of the large sprawling mirrors.

The gym was sweltering hot, the air conditioning turned off, with only fans circulating the hot air. In your bike shorts and sports bra, you headed out to the front of the gym, where a blue-haired man stood behind the counter, his muscly arms on display from the grey tank top he was wearing. Blue hair wasn't usually your thing, but seeing it slicked back into a man-bun, paired with the stubble that shadowed his face, you couldn't help but swoon.

"Uh hi," you say quietly, gaining the attention of the man behind the counter, as he dropped his clipboard on the desk. You watched as his eyes laid on you, dark and menacingly, like you'd rudely interrupted him.

"How can I help?" He asks, tilting his head to the side as he waited for your answer.

"I have a private session, with um- hold on I'll get the name," you take your phone from the hidden pocket in your bike shorts and pull up the confirmation email for the session, "Kai Anderson?"

"That would be me," he said coolly, moving around to the front of the desk to stand in front of you. You were taken back by his tall stature as he loomed over you, his presence domineering.

"Nice to meet you, Miss-" he stuck his hand out for a handshake and you took it wearily, "Y/N," you said.

"Right, Y/N, let's get started, have you been to the gym before?" You followed Kai as he took you through the gym, stopping shortly at the squat rack and then looking over his shoulder to make sure you were following.

"Um, yeah, a year ago now, I just need some motivation getting back into it," you explained, putting down your water bottle and your gym towel. Kai nods, before he picks up the barbell and changes the height of the pegs in the rack.

"We'll focus on your form today- no weight. How does that sound?" He placed the chrome bar back on the pegs, stepping back and letting you in. You nodded shyly, unsure about having a male personal trainer watch you exercise, especially one so attractive.

"We'll start with a few squats," he suggested, standing behind you as you watched his reflection in the mirror.

You crouched under the bar, feeling it's weight on your shoulders as you pushed up, taking a few steps back to finally squat.

"Back straight, okay? You need to be pushing out your backside, knees shoulder length apart, drive in with your heels for a more glute focused squat. I know for you ladies that's all the rage," Kai let out a low laugh, as you bent your knees for your first rep.

"I can see you arching your back," he tutted, coming towards you as you stood back up.

"What am I doing wrong?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you felt his body come close to yours.

"You need to keep your back straight, here-" he placed a hand on your lower back, the other wrapping around to your stomach, holding it stationary. Your face turned red, the intimate contact making you instantly flustered. Kai noticed your change in attitude, but he didn't mention it.

"Now lower yourself- good, that's it," your mind wondered as you heard his words of praise, if he'd tell you how good you were as he bends you over the front desk.

"Y/N?"

You snap back to reality, stepping forward and settling the barbell back on the pegs.

"Sorry, Kai, I think I need to use the restroom," you didn't look him in the eye as you spoke, this private session a whole lot harder than you'd originally anticipated. You were already feeling hot from the gym's high internal temperature, and as the heat between your legs grew it was almost impossible to know whether you were wet with sweat or your own arousal.

"Just through there," Kai stretched out his arm, the veins prominent through his skin. You thought of his direction-pointed finger in your mouth before it slid inside you, and you knew you needed to take 5 minutes to desperately recollect yourself.

Without another word you turn on your heels, speed-walking to the female restroom. You set your hands heavy on the sink, turning on the facet and splashing your face with cold water. What was wrong with you? Why were you being like this? You needed to snap out of it and start focussing on your workout routine,not the man standing behind you, with the outline of his well-endowed length in his gym shorts.

You take a deep breath, before entering the gym again. Kai is standing on his phone by the leg press, before he looks up and his eyes lock with yours. A very obvious smirk curls his lips as you make your way over to him, clapping your hands together to lighten the mood.

“Okay I’m done, let’s get into it,” you want to change the subject, you feel like Kai was begging to say something about how flustered you got.

“Took care of business?” He asked, his hands holding onto his phone, the veins just as obvious in them as his arms. You swallowed loudly, laughing at his joke.

“Yeah I’m ready,” you said, following him over to the bench press bench.

“Let’s see how strong those arms are,” he starts, encouraging you to lay down on the bench. You obey, laying down and resting your head on the end of the bench. Kai walks around you, before he stops, his crotch almost touching the top of your head. This wasn’t going to get any easier for you.

“I’ll be here in case it’s too heavy, it’s only 25 pounds, I could pick up 180 with one arm, let alone 25,” he seemed to be getting cocky, and you realised he definitely knew you were gawking over him. He was reciprocating the feelings, his comment most definitely an innuendo.

You pick up the bar, lowering it and pushing it back up. Kai watches from above you, your face in line with his as you continue until you can’t. You follow him around to a couple more machines, until he calls it a day, saying that he had what he needed to put together a plan for you.

“When’s your next scheduled session?” He asks me, back at the front desk.

“Um, two days time,” you tell him, as he nods his head.

“Was nice meeting you, Y/N,” he grins at you.

“Thanks, Kai,” you mutter, before returning to the change rooms to shower.

You undress, stepping into the shower after your workout. You couldn’t help but recap the last hour in your mind, most importantly, the veins in Kai’s arms and hands, his remarks, his strong stature, the way he guided your body to the correct form. You lean against the shower wall, closing your eyes as the water runs down your naked body. Your fingers travel from your breasts, to where you needed them most, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves as you fantasised about your personal trainer.

You cover your mouth with your hand as you let out uncontrolled moans, stifling the sound so it didn’t echo through the public change rooms.

Suddenly, the door of the change room opens, and your hand leaves from between your legs. You watch under the door as two men’s size sneakers stop at your cubicle.

“Hello?” You question, suddenly self conscious.

“Let me in,” you hear, recognising it as Kai’s voice, “the change rooms are closed for maintenance, there’s some work I obviously need to do.”

You froze under the warm water, not sure if this was some cruel prank or not. Was Kai really standing outside your shower, asking to be let in? You peek through the crack of the door, seeing Kai standing there still in his gym clothes.

“Kai? Is that you?” You ask, although you already knew the answer.

“Yes, Y/N. I saw the way you were looking at me. Tell me why your nipples were hard the whole gym session and you couldn’t stand without crossing your legs. It’s fucking hot in this gym, and I know that little wet patch between your legs wasn’t sweat,”

You almost choked hearing the words come out of his mouth.

“Are you, are you mad at me?” You asked stupidly, “I’m sorry I just—” “I’ll be mad if you don’t let me in,” he answers firmly.

Without hesitating any further, you reach forward and unlock the cubicle. Kai looks down at you, his dark eyes raking over the entirety of your naked body. He steps inside, and shuts the cubicle door behind him, starting to strip of his own clothes.

You watch in awe as he reveals his toned chest, and his hard erection as it springs out from under his shorts. He steps towards you, into the shower, his hair soaking from the warm water and dripping down his torso.

Then he leans forward and grasps your neck with his big hand. Your eyes widen in surprise, snapping out of your dream-like state as he cuts off your airways.

“You want to stare at me with that needy look in your eyes like a little whore? This is what whores get,” Kai’s lips press to yours, and you felt like your heart might explode. His other hand caresses the side of your body, feeling where your waist curves out to your hip.

His tongue enters your mouth, as your hips grind on his erection, begging for more. His fingers trail down to your throbbing clit, his thumb coming in contact with it as his fingers travel down further. He inserts a finger, pumping it into you as his thumb assaults your clit.

He pulls away from your mouth, your fingers greedily tugging at his blue hair as he bites and sucks on the skin of your neck. Your legs spread wider for him as he inserts another finger, your cunt clenching around him so tightly that you thought maybe he was right, you were just a little whore.

“Come here, I can’t take it anymore,” his words come out strained, as his hands wrap around the back of your thighs and lift you up against the shower wall. You gasp as his cock swiftly slides into you, the feeling of his fullness satiating your lustful desires.

“Fuck,” he groans, his face in your neck as he begins to pound into you, the slap of your wet bodies circling the change rooms. You let out small whimpering moans as his cock buries deep inside you, rubbing against your spot of intense pleasure.

“Kai- oh my god,” you moan, as his lips again abuse the skin on your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin, sure to leave marks. He pushes your hips into his, again and again until you feel like you’re close to your release, his persistent moaning and grunting pushing you to the edge.

“Kai please- I’m cumming,” you almost scream, finally reaching your high and closing your eyes as he continues to thrust into you.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, letting out an animalistic moan as he cums himself, spurting hot strings of cum that drip down your inner thigh and onto the tiled floor of the shower.

He continues to hold you for a second, his breathing laboured as he enjoys the feeling of the warm water on his back. His forehead presses against yours, and his eyes finally open to meet your gaze.

“Your pussy feels so good I don’t wanna leave it,” he mumbles, before finally deciding to set you down on your two feet. You look at him with your bottom lip between your teeth as he steps out of the shower, using a towel to dry his body before he puts on a change of clothes he brought in with him.

“See you in two days,” he smirks, opening the cubicle door and leaving you standing in the shower, still wondering if it was real life or a crazed ultra-realistic sex dream you had about your personal trainer.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Neighbor Wars: Boundaries...There Are None

Leona Kingscholar 🦁vs Malleus Draconia🐲: Boundaries…There Are None

🦁🐲You’re new neighborhood was especially upscale 🦁🐲A far cry from what you were used to but recently you had come into a great deal of money 🦁🐲Added on by a promotion that would up keep your new living space 🦁🐲Along with your large new home you had especially…interesting neighbors 🦁🐲One you met before officially moving  🦁🐲Stepping on one of them who you somehow didn’t notice was lounging on your front steps 🦁🐲“Hey! Watch your feet, herbivore!” 🦁🐲“S-sorry! Wait hold on, why are you even here?!”  🦁🐲You’d later find out that your lazy neighbor was named Leona from his money-pinching caretaker Ruggie 🦁🐲Most would think that after you made it quite clear that you were moving in that perhaps your neighbor would be less inclined to lounge on your property 🦁🐲He did not. 🦁🐲In your yard, on your porch, in your bedroom 🦁🐲He had no boundaries and every time you tried to get him to not equate your house to a daycare cot for his nap time he’d just wave you off 🦁🐲“You’re not sleeping here anyway and if you were it’d be an honor to use you as a pillow.” 🦁🐲You’re other neighbor was a different situation 🦁🐲Finding the tall handsome ravenette with cat like eyes in the dead of night may have incurred a confrontation with a bat/pepperspray in hand 🦁🐲Only to find that the mysterious man simply liked the architecture and has been enjoying the abandoned property aswell as the new tenant 🦁🐲“I find that I’m already quite fond of you. I do hope we can be close with one another.” 🦁🐲And for a while he’s your midnight rendezvous chatting with you until he dismisses himself  🦁🐲It wouldn’t be until you invited your friend to one of the community amenities with you that you’re enlightened on the identity of your mystery friend 🦁🐲Malleus Draconia, the illusive and feared heir that had most of the community quickly excusing themselves 🦁🐲With the exception of one  🦁🐲“Oi Dragon you're stinking up the pool with your presence. Do us all a favor and fly home.” 🦁🐲“I am sure you would like that, especially in order to make room for that ego of yours.” 🦁🐲“Grrr.” 🦁🐲Their contentious relationship only gets worse when they realize how you each know each other 🦁🐲“He…sleeps at your house?!” 🦁🐲“Yeah he comes over to just nap and eat. Which is fine I just wish he’d at least text me or something.”  🦁🐲“Child of–(Y/n) may I too come to your house as I see fit? With warning, of course!” 🦁🐲“Uhh sure.” 🦁🐲Nowadays isn’t odd for both parties to be at your house whether you’re there or not:

“Oh, it is you.” Malleus sneered he had retreated to your home, letting himself in as you recently gifted him a key. Finally finishing his business he excitedly rentered hoping to find you in the midst of whatever domestic activity that you were doing. Unfortunately instead of you he found the repulsive, cattish, neighbor–Leona. Still laying on one of your couches he sat up only to scowl as he too recognized the heir dressed in black and green

“When did you get a key?!” 

Snarling in disgust it only worsened his mood as the man preened, showing off the metal object before delicately stuffing it into his chest pocket. 

“Earlier this week. Since then I’ve been given express permission to come inside whenever I please.”

Smug in his smirk he missed Leona's own smirk flash upon his face before feigning an annoyed face. Pretending to be peeved and disinterested as Malleus continued to boast about all the freedom’s he’s been allowed. So engrossed he completely missed how he casually followed Leona who was getting up and headed to a bathroom. He eventually stopped as Leona leaned on a doorway with crossed arms.

“Why have we come here? Do you need a chaperone for such a simple task?”

“Grr no princess! Use your eyes.”

“What do you want me to see? Is it the toilet–your house?”

“No. The tooth brushes one of them..is mine.” Ducking out of the room with a toothy smile he let Malleus’ neutral expression turn into a shocked look of horror as he once again somehow fell short to the one he never had a problem with defeating in the past. He fought the urge to drop the yellow toothbrush in the toilet but this was your house and he wouldn’t dare disrespect you in the case you had bought it. 

“Don’t cry too much princess, I’m sure if you rot here long enough you’ll get to my level.”

He chuckled as he trotted up your stairs expecting to end the conversation so that he could indulge  in his favorite passtime before you came back home. Malleus hesitated before recalling the layout of your house as if he made time to fully note the floorplans. Leona ducked into your room, easily unlocking the door that was decorated with memorabilia of your favorite things. 

“Where did you get that key?! Did they give you–?”

“Quiet! We only have thirty minutes before they get home.”

He spoke distracted as he began delicately rummaging through your things before sliding onto your bed. Malleus was both enamored with everything in your room and completely stunned by the catlike nuzzling Leona was giving within your pillows. Restraining himself, he ran his fingers along the fabric of a hoodie he saw you wear religiously.

“I’m surprised you would share this with me…I thought we most certainly are rivals.”

Taking a deep wiff of your pillow before pulling back for oxygen he spoke with a growl lingering in his throat.

“Oh we are but I’d prefer you get your..fix this way than creeping on them the way you do.”

“...You saw me?” 

“I did. And getting worrisome calls at odd hours of the day about some strange creep lingering outside their house isn’t ideal…but when they let us have free reign to scare them off, well I guess I owe that to you and I wouldn’t be caught dead feeling indebted to you.”

“...But if I were to stop then that would have been all for naught, correct?”

Turning away from his own intense smelling of your hoodie the emerald eyed heir asked, watching Leona casually lay on your bed. 

“Not if you got your lackeys to do it for you, not to mention an actual stalker is actually lingering around right now.” 

Speaking so casually Malleus frantically turned wearing your hoodie. 

“An actual stalker?”

“Yeah it's someone who lives nearby and if we don’t at least keep an eye out it’ll be easier to…”

He was cut off by the call coming from his phone, looking at the caller ID he immediately got up quickly fixing up your bed before making his way out of your room down the steps. Leaving Malleus who was especially engrossed in the comfort your hoodie gave him before realizing that Leona was no longer present. 

“Malleus?” 

“(Y/n)!” 

“Ugh, I must have left the door unlocked! Uhm Malleus can I have my hoodie back?”

“I..may I have this its quite snug.”

“...For a little while but before you leave you’ll have to give it back.”

“Of course, child of man!” 

He didn’t. And Leona’s debt was paid therefore all gloves were off. Time to even the score.

[bonny-kookoo]

Taehyung: Long Way Home

In which Kim Taehyung finds more in you than just a pet or offering.

Tags/Warnings: King!Taehyung, Hybrid!Reader, dog hybrid!reader, magic and other fantasy elements, fluff, only minor angst

Length: mid/long

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"Don't you want to dance as well?" a young man asks you, standing next to you in a dark robe that covers his face almost completely. He seems to try and stay hidden, and while it would certainly induce fear in anyone else, you know there's no I'll intent with him. There's definitely magic coming from him, it's pure, and untainted in nature.

No one with dark intentions would be giving you such a feeling.

"I'm a hybrid, sir." you tell him, tail swaying from side to side behind you, barely peeking out underneath your dirtied dress. "I highly doubt the townsfolk would be delighted by something like me participating in such actions." you joke, before you look ahead again. "I'm content with simply watching, and imagining." you say, while he chuckles next to you, moving a bit closer now that he knows you are alright with his presence and interaction. Even though your bodies aren't touching, the side where he stands close to tingles almost with the magic he possesses.

"what a curious way to live." he says more or less to himself, before he looks down to you. "would you like to accompany me for a meal, instead of dreaming?" he asks, and you grin impishly.

"If the one that offers pays for it as well?" you ask, and he laughs- before he nods, hand appearing from beneath his long cloak.

"Of course." he says, his smile the only thing you can see, eyes hidden by the large hood of his cloak.

You take his hand at that, walking with him to a tavern you've never been to before. It's small and way further away from the regular town that it at first made you curious if he was instead kidnapping you- but then you both walk in, and an elderly lady smiles at the sigh of him.

"ah, I see you brought a friend with you this time around." she greets, grinning at you in a friendly manner. "you're skin and bones my darling, let's get you both something warm to eat!" she eagerly says, before disappearing to probably fetch just that.

As the two of you sit down, he doesn't lift his hood at all- he stays hidden, though you're used to a lot of people doing just that. "are you always this naive around strangers?" he asks you, and you shake your head.

"my senses never betray me." you explain. "you're not one of darkness, so I saw no harm in agreeing to your offer." you say, and he nods.

"curious." he says. "so you can sense magic?" he wonders, and you nod.

Not many are able to, at least not to the extend that you are- not even many hybrids possessing the gift of sight as it is called. "I was gifted with the sight at birth." you tell him. "and while it does make life difficult sometimes, I am grateful to have it." you say.

"how so?" he asks. "does it make life difficult, I mean."

"it can become quite overwhelming, especially during crowded nights like these. Sleep doesn't come easy for me here, since there's magic in almost everything." you tell him, posture straightening while your eyes begin to sparkle at the sight of steaming stew and warm bread being placed on the table, your tail wagging and knocking against the wooden chair rhythmically, making the man smile.

"my my, someone's hungry! Eat up you two." the lady says, leaving you both alone again. You dig in eagerly, not wasting any time as you almost burn your tongue. You don't seem to care that he's watching- eating a lot slower, but mainly so because he's amused at your carefree mannerisms. It's a breath of fresh air to him, in a way.

"what do you think about the king?" he suddenly asks, making you stop in your motions for a second.

"what.. Why do you ask that?" you say, slowing down your eating, ears flattening in distrust of the situation. Even though your hybrid ears are floppy and not at all like the tall and proud wolf ears he's seen in other hybrids, they're still very expressive.

"I just wonder. Everyone's got an opinion, and I'd like to hear yours." he says, eating a lot more civilized than you.

"My opinion is not worth anything." you tell him, though he shakes his head.

"you are of honest nature, I can tell. Therefore, your opinion is worth a lot." he clarifies, as you shrug.

"Still, I cannot judge whom I've never met." you tell him, shaking your head a little as your ears relax. "Though there's tales of things happening at the royal court, things especially concerning my kind, so therefore my thoughts of him are.. Tainted, to say the least." you explain, blowing on your spoon full of stew before you bring it between your lips.

"what do the tales tell of?" he wonders.

"Of hybrids used for pleasure and entertainment. Kept as pets, traded as items of wealth." you say, suddenly looking very somber. "..I know the tales speak the truth."

"how can you be so sure?" the man asks, honestly concerned over your change in mood.

"because I have received the letter myself." you say, letting the wooden spoon fall into the now empty bowl. "because I am about to become just that; A pet." you say, quietly so, and he hurts himself at the sight of your ears drooping, gaze lowered.

"I'm sorry." he says, quietly so, and you wonder what he means, before he calls the lady over to pay for the meal.

Outside the tavern, he turns around to you. "go home right away. It would pain me to hear that you've been harmed by the drunken townsfolk tonight, especially since it was me keeping you up." he says, and you nod.

"thank you for the meal, sir." you say, bowing politely- though the way you lift your dress a little in an overdone manner tells him of your joking nature.

He chuckles. "thank you for your company." he says, before you both part ways.

This night, you don't sleep at all.

And neither does he.

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"aren't you excited?" the lady asks, brushing your hair a little roughly- but you don't say anything.

You've been lectured to stay quiet at all costs, and you won't test your luck with any of the staff here at all, be it maids or guards. You've heard lots of horror stories about hybrids at the royal castle, and what they're used for- and you hope that won't be your fate. The king is said to be cold, a man ruling with an iron fist, who doesn't shy away from confrontation at all if needed. You don't know if all the tale are true, but you also don't plan on testing it out.

So you just nod.

"you're a quiet one. That's fine." she tells you, finishing your hair for you. "I do believe the King will be happy with you. You're very pleasing to look at." she grins while she playfully puts your ears in a standing position before letting them fall back down, putting the brush away as she places her hands on your shoulders. "I am not supposed to chatter about this, but he needs a companion urgently, if one was to ask me. The man is quite lonely, even for a King." she sighs.

You become nervous a that, of what she could mean- but before she can say anything else, two guards enter the room. They simply nod, before you're escorted down the hall you came through after the chain is connected to your collar, the guards leading you downstairs by the leash, naked feet of yours hesitant as they walk over the cold decorative tiles on the ground. You don't dare look up- even as the large doors to the throne room open, you simply let yourself be led.

"Ah, there! Your majesty, the Kingdom of Milwin gifts you a companion, as we've done to your father and his own in the past." the messenger of Milwin says, though you cannot see him from your spot kneeled down, sitting on your knees while your behind rests on your heels. "This one has the gift of sight- a rare gem that shall be of great use to you in your further life as a king. She is the first female with this ability as well!" the messenger tells him. It's quiet for a while, before a deep voice speaks up, filling the entire throne room it seems.

"What is her name?" The King asks, and you want to look up badly- but you don't. You can't. You're not allowed to, always remember that. Even so, the voice is familiar- though you do believe that there's a lot of people sharing the sams voice in this world. It could all just be reality playing tricks on you- your mind trying to comfort your body by creating something that is not true.

"She does not have one. It is for you to choose." the messenger replies, the guard next to you moving a bit in his spot to adjust his stance.

"I accept." The King says, and it feels like both a burden has been lifted- and exchanged for an even heavier one in it's place. Now you're his, you won't go home- though home would be a stretch. There is no home to go back to, no place you could consider your own. From now on, home would be where he tells you it is- if he tells you, that is. "You may leave. I wish for a safe return." he offers, as everyone but you start to move out the throne room.

It's quiet for a long time, before you can hear his steps- jewellery making a distinctive sound as he moves over to you.

He reaches out, and at first, you think it's to inspect your face maybe, ears instinctively moving backwards in a submissive manner- but then you hear the click, before the end of the chain falls to the ground. "That collar is hideous." he comments, almost amused. "I'll have something better made for you- something more fitting." he mumbles more or less to himself, before he stands up again. You're unsure what to do now, rather staying where you are before he chuckles. "come on." he says, before you get up, following him after picking up your leash, chain heavy in your hands. "you won't need that." he carefully says, taking it away from you before he carelessly throws it somewhere you can't see, harsh sound making you flinch a little.

"Did you rest yet? I believe your journey here must've been a long one." he asks, and you're now struggling to answer silently to this- so you just shake your head a little, making him sigh before his hand tips your shin up, forcing you to close your eyes. "Look at me." he says, and you refuse for a second- before he repeats the command. "Look at me. That's not a request." he says more sternly, and you're forced to open your eyes and look at him.

He does look like royalty.

It's the first thing you have to think as you look at his face. He's got sharp eyes, distinctive features, and a face that just screams royalty to you. It's evident that his bloodline has been occupying the throne for centuries by now- you can see it clearly. "There we go. A lot better." He tells you, face softening as he let's go of you. "Its fairly late. I suppose an early rest for the both of us would be wise." he says, moving to leave his heavy coat on the throne, before he takes your hand into his.

You still don't look up much as he leads you to what you assume is his room- hand warm as it holds onto yours, memories of a last encounter filling your head. You skin tingles where you touch.

Your heart is pounding while your thoughts race about. What will he do? What will happen to you? After all, you've heard what hybrids are seen as in the royal palace- glorified pets, expensive companions both to show off and well.. Use. "I assume the maids did not provide a separate place for you to sleep." he says, opening his room with a sigh.

You shake your head to tell him it's fine- and he smiles at you a little. "whatever you have been taught, you are allowed to talk to me. In fact, I'd appreciate if you did." he asks, and you nod at that. "so- would you like a room set up for you?"

"It isn't necessary, your highness." you say, and he smiles a bit wider, undoing the cuffs for his shirt.

"I didn't ask that." he says, though there is humor in his tone now. He's a lot more playful it seems, not at all like the cold voice heard in the throne room, or the monstrous ruler fold in tales. But maybe that's just his way of luring you in.

"I'm fine sleeping wherever you'd like me to." you say, and he nods.

"I believe your kind tends to sleep in groups, correct?" he asks, and you nod. "It makes sense for you then to stay here. I can have someone set up a separate bed for you if you'd like." he says, and you nod after a moment. Even if you dont trust him, it's better than sleeping alone.

When the maids set up a small bed at the end of his own bed, you simply watch, giving the king privacy as he gets ready for his nightly rest. The two women leave quietly, not even noticing you it seems- before Taehyung comes back out of his bathroom, upper body bare as he casually makes his way to his bed. "we will talk more thoroughly tomorrow." he tells you as you sit on the smaller but awfully comfortable bed for you. "goodnight. And do not hesitate to call out if you need anything." he urges, a hand casually petting your head for a second before he turns off the light at the side of his bed, dipping the room in darkness.

You listen to him move for a moment until he settles, before you lay down as well. It's quiet, but not unsettling- exhaustion of the journey by now catching up to you. You yawn, curling up on yourself before you close your eyes-

Hoping that this won't end too badly for you.

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You've always been a light sleeper.

It's no wonder therefore that you instantly notice when he starts to wake up, moving around in the bathroom while you're still battling to wake up. You hear him laugh under his breath at the sight of you- barely sitting, eyes still closed, unable to force them open just yet. "I tried being quiet, but I guess that's no use for your ears- or senses in general." he jokes, fingers petting one of your feline ears for a second. "you can sleep later; right now, breakfast is waiting for us." he says, making you nod as you get up.

"uhm.. Your highness-"

"Taehyung when it's just the two of us, please." he corrects. "go on."

"T-Taehyung, uhm.. Where can I get ready?" you wonder, as he points to ghe bathroom he'd used.

"I don't believe in whatever rules they've set concerning me and you. we're equals, what's mine is yours." he explains, though you don't know if you can trust his word. You're still on edge- what if he's testing you?

You slowly walk into the bathroom, ready at any second to stop your movements- but he simply continues to get dressed, casually so as if you're not even there.

Down in the throne room, it's certainly awkward as you sit down at his side, a maid bringing you a set of dishes after Taehyung had requested it, visibly irritated at the sight of no spot prepared for you at the breakfast table. "If I may give my thoughts to this, Your Highness, but a pet at the table we eat at-"

"You may not." Taehyung simply cuts him off, tone not at all like it's been towards you this morning. He doesnt even spare the man a single glance, more so occupied with helping you for some of the foods on the table. "And she is not a pet, but a companion. Do not refer to her as anything lower than that, Chung." he says, still not looking at the man.

"forgive me, your highness." chung simply mumbles, before he continues to eat.

Later, as everyone has left, you're sitting at the sidelines while Taehyung trains with a young soldier named Jungkook- a curious young man, though without any magic in his veins. It makes you a bit more calm, a yawn barely escaping as Taehyung walks up to you for a break. "I told you; you can rest if you'd like. You have sleep to catch up on, after all." he tells you, and you nod a little, though you do not move. It's only when he sits down next to you, and his hand on your shoulder moves you down to have you lay your head on his thigh, that you look up at him.

It's the sight of his soft smile as he looks at the young soldier playing around doing tricks with his wooden sword, that you ask the question that's been itching you for a long time now. "Have we met before?" you ask, and the thumb of the hand still on your shoulder starts to move a little.

He simply chuckles, before he looks down and moves a finger to his lips. "Let's keep it a secret between you and myself." he impishly says, and your eyes widen.

"I knew I've felt that magic before." you say without thinking, making him laugh to himself.

"I'll take it as a compliment." he says.

"Is it fine if I sleep like this?" you wonder, and he nods. "No- Like, will you get in trouble? Like this morning?" you meekly wonder, making him store for a second, before he shakes his head with a boyish smile.

"You're too good for this world." he says, before he continues. "I won't get in trouble. Don't worry." he promises.

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And so you accept his offer, and curl up close to him, sun warming you up while his hand stays on your shoulder.

And somehow, you don't feel like this was such a bad change to your life at all.

Maybe the king isn't such a cold cruel man.

[incubum]

by the bank of the river

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

bruno madrigal x reader, gender neutral pronouns but female genitalia is written, explicit

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35933179

summary: reader hears rumours about bruno madrigal before he ever returns and becomes enamored with him. once they meet him, he doesn't meet their expectations, but they stay infatuated with him and watch him from a distance for weeks, eventually walking up on him masturbating by the riverbank where they first met.

before you ever even laid eyes on bruno madrigal, you were enamored with him.

you had only moved to encanto within the last 5 years, a good bit after he went missing, but not long enough to not have heard the rumours about him.

you had to admit; the descriptions you were given of him when people gossiped about his whereabouts were always fascinating. something about a tall, introverted, "evil" man just tugged at your heartstrings. so, once more rumours started spreading, rumours that he had returned to encanto, you couldn't help but keep your eyes out for him.

you felt like you had won the lottery when you saw him for the first time. maybe you had a little passing infatuation before, just from stories and tales, but when you laid eyes on a hooded man sitting by the river, enjoying the fresh air, you felt your heart jump as you watched him from afar.

frankly, you didn't even know it was him at first; he was quiet and solemn as he stared into the water...but you still felt the urge to walk up to him and speak to him. something about his presence drew you closer, slowly but surely.

you were a fairly confident person. it didn't take much self-convincing for you to wander over to him and sit down next to him. you were about 2 feet away, but he still jumped at the sudden change of atmosphere, all the way to his feet. he froze in place, and it's like he didn't know whether to run or not.

"hey, no need to get that way." you flashed a smile at him and planted your arms down on either side of you, palms resting on the grassy bank. you were squinting in the dark and trying your hardest to see his face, which was darkened more by the hood. you could make out his large nose, and his even larger eyes which were sparkling from the reflection of the moonlight on the water.

"i don't bite. i just wanted to come sit by the water and look at the stars. i didn't mean to intrude."

still not saying a word, he picked at his fingernails for a moment before, very slowly, sitting back down on the riverbank, albeit even further than you sat next to him.

"you should go...i should go. one of us should go." he was fumbling over his words a little and it made you let out a lighthearted laugh. his voice was unfamiliar to you, and his personality was so different than what was described to you in the stories that you still hadn't put two and two together.

"this river is public property. neither of us has to go." you said, biting your lip and flashing him a look out of the side of your eye. you couldn't help but try and flirt a little bit, seeing a new person in encanto was like seeing anoles in the winter. especially a new man. a man who was trying his hardest not to turn his head to look at you so you could see his face.

there was an uncomfortable silence between you two for a bit as you both looked out on the water. you weren't getting yourself a hookup just sitting there in the quiet of the night staring at the stars reflecting on the water, so you spoke up again.

"what's your name? i haven't seen you around before. i'm (y/n)."

pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them, you saw him freeze once again and twiddle his thumbs. "do you-- do you seriously not know who i am?" he asked lowly. you could feel in his voice that he was kind of hopeful in asking.

"no. i've never met you. at least, not that i can remember". you watched him turn his head just enough to where he could see what he was supposed to in his peripheral vision, what was blocked out by his dark hood.

you caught another glimpse of his eyes again, and you just smile softly, your face lit up by the moon and stars. you can see his breath hitch, but you think nothing of it when he quickly snaps his head back to the water. he audibly swallows before mumbling, something that sounds like "you're the only one", and it's not until then that it hits you like a train.

and when it hits you, your chest flutters like it does when you try to imagine just what bruno madrigal looks like. why was your chest still fluttering? it's not like he's anything like you had imagined. he's not tall, he doesn't seem menacing as he keeps turning his head to look at you and quickly turning it back when he realizes you saw him looking. maybe it was his reputation, but you found yourself scooting a little closer minute by minute.

he was trying his hardest not to turn his head to look at you. he could probably feel your eyes on him, but when he finally looked over and realized that you were now only about a foot away from him, he panicked and jumped up once again.

"i- have to get going. it's getting late." he rushed his words out, bunching the bottom of his ruana up in his fists nervously and, while he wasn't running, he was still able to make it away pretty quickly.

that was only the first night you met. ever since then, you daydreamed about him more and more. he wasn't even really your type, but something about him filled your head with him 24/7. it got to the point where, from afar, you would watch as the familia madrigal (and the entire town) rebuilt la casita; every once in a while you would see a man of a similar frame wearing the same green ruana. that had to be bruno.

and, one night, a couple weeks into the rebuilding of la casita, before anyone went to their tents to sleep for the night, you finally decided to make your way over to visit. with a (very large) basket of carimañolas in your arms, you approached confidently, even waiting for julieta madrigal's conversation with her husband, augustín, to finish before trying to catch her attention.

"hola julieta! ¿qué tal la noche?" you beamed at her, and she smiled as you held out the basket towards her, "i brought food for everyone."

"gracias, (y/n). it's going great, at this rate we should only have a week or two of work left!" pepa took the heavy basket of food from your arms and hollered for everyone to gather around. as people were grabbing from the basket and chattering and thanking you for bringing something good to eat, you noticed that bruno was nowhere to be seen.

julieta madrigal had been dragged away by this point; you had seemingly no-one else to ask, so before she could wander off you tapped dolores on the shoulder and kindly asked if she knew where her tío was. her response was a little all over the place, but effectively, she had no clue. you thanked her anyways and said your goodbyes to everyone, stole two carimañolas from the basket before they could be claimed, and mad your way towards the riverbank.

it was quite a walk, you wondered how bruno ended up there the week prior, but in any case it had to have been intentional. as you approached the river, you heard the chattering of the familia madrigal fade into silence, but you were taken aback a bit by the sounds you heard when you made your way a good ten feet closer than you were before.

you couldn't see anyone yet, but the closer you got, the louder you could hear it; someone grunting and panting and soft moans muffled by fabric, or maybe even a hand. you felt the back of your neck heat up as a blush creeped its way onto your face and ears, but you couldn't help but continue on to the exact area you both sat in the week before.

and there he was, bruno madrigal, hood down and one hand holding the thick fabric of his ruana over his mouth while the other is stuffed into the crotch his pants. you watched, disgustingly, behind a tree, heart beating fast as you watched him mumble and grunt into the fabric.

"joder, tómalo, dios mí--"

and you stepped on a branch.

your eyes widened and you saw him snatch his hand out of his pants and panic trying to button them. he left his fly down and threw his hood back up over his head, and pretended to just be staring at the water again. you tried to give him time to adjust, but you almost didn't want to. part of you wanted to stomp right up to him and sit down in his lap before he could even get himself back in his pants.

he was looking around frantically when you finally approached, and you thought you saw his tan face go red when he laid eyes on you. he looked away, almost guiltily, but you pretended not to notice and held your hand out, offering a now-cold carimañola.

he turned his head to face you, and he reached to take it, but he hesitated, looking from the meat pie to you and back and forth for a good few seconds. this was when you got a really good look at him; his hood was thrown up haphazardly so it wasn't entirely darkening his face. you could see crow's feet and gray streaks in his hair and stubble along his chin. he was older than you, by at least 10 or 20 years, but that didn't waiver your thoughts.

you stared back at him as long as you could, taking it all in. finally, he grabbed the food from you, and hurriedly took a bite.

and another bite, and another, and-- by the time you were on your second bite of your own, he was finished. "do they not feed you or something?" you asked lightheartedly, and you could feel the tension in the air after asking the question, so you dropped it. eventually, you decided not to finish your food, and threw it out in pieces to the fish in the river.

instead of saying anything, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a carton of cigarettes and a box of matches. you didn't know anyone in encanto who smoked them except for yourself, but you turned to bruno and offered one.

he ignores you at first, so you light yours and throw the match into the water, and then you see him out of the corner of your eye, looking at you again. he seemed to mull it over for a bit, but after you fook a few drags, he warmed up to the idea.

"can...can i have one? it's been a long time since i've had one."

you smiled and pulled one out for him, passing it over, and he took it between his bony fingers and held it up to his lips. "if i would have known you wanted one i would have kept the match lit," you muttered, before scooting closer to him and taking his face in your hand. it took him by surprise and you could feel his face warming up even hotter as you held your face so close to his, lighting his cigarette with the lit end of yours.

when you moved away you noticed him pulling the edge of his ruana down lower to cover his crotch, and you didn't know what got into you when you placed your hand over his to stop him.

"do you need some help with that?" you cooed, and you could feel his hand shaking beneath your touch and his breathing get heavier.

"i-i'm sorry, i just haven't-- it's been so--" he was fumbling again, and you couldn't help but smile at how vulnerable and shaky his voice sounded. he didn't resist, though, when you moved his hand out of the way and placed your hand on his crotch.

"how long have you been gone for? 5, 10 years? that seems like a long time to go without fucking anyone, i couldn't imagine it." you couldn't stop looking at his face. you squeezed his firm bulge gently, and he let out a little gasp.

"n-no, i've never--" he was cut off by his own panting, the adrenaline was already getting to his head and he could barely think. and your jaw dropped a bit, studying his face in the dark. this man? a fucking virgin?

you thought for a second that maybe you should stop, that this was borderline nonconsensual and he probably wanted to wait until marriage or something, but when you lifted your palm from his crotch his cigarette-free hand snapped around your wrist and held it there.

"i-i'm sorry, you're just--" once again he's struggling to find his words, and instead of waiting for him to find them, you speak up.

"i saw you, a few minutes ago. i was watching you behind the tree." you blurted out, and you felt his frame stiffen underneath you. "i've been watching you help rebuild la casita for the past week. i haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

sure, it was creepy, but you were hoping that he didn't think so; and apparently he didn't, his eyes began to glow jade green and you could hear his heartbeat thumping in his chest. "you were-- you were watching me?" he asked, rhetorically, and you nodded.

the thought excited him. someone was interested enough in him to watch him from afar and think about him all day and night...he hadn't felt that before! he couldn't even find the words to say to express that he wanted you to continue.

"i want--" bruno was shivering and shaking, but he kept holding your hand on his crotch. he didn't know what to do. he was so pent up it was unreal, but he didn't know you; you were a stranger to him. but he couldn't deny that he had been thinking about you when he was pleasing himself by the river. he couldn't help but imagine all of the possibilities he had now that there was someone in town who didn't know him.

you waited patiently for his response, you could tell he was nervous, especially knowing that this was apparently his first time, ever, being touched by another person in this way. it took him a short while, but with you smiling softly at him and his eyes scanning your face, he eventually got it out.

"i want to-- if, if you want to-- i want this to continue. if that's alright with you...please."

him using his words really made you blush, and you smiled wider at him as you gently squeezed the tent in his pants once more. bruno shakily removed his hand from your arm and entangled them in his own hair, breathing haphazardly. it was like he couldn't believe what was happening.

as much fun as you thought it was to tease him and watch his face out of the corner of your eye, you really needed to get it over with before someone came looking for one of you, so you popped the fly on his trousers and reached your hand inside. he jumped at the touch, which made you freeze, but he quickly melted under your hand. you were only very gently stroking him, trying to get a feel for what he liked, but when you looked up and saw both his hands covering his face to muffle his soft moaning, you couldn't help yourself.

"lift your butt," you requested, sticking your cigarette in your mouth so you could use both hands to pull his pants down far enough to expose his throbbing cock. it looked so needy and desperate, already leaking, and the tip was almost furiously red. you took the cigarette back out and gripped the base with your free hand, and looked up into bruno's glowing eyes while you took him into your mouth.

you saw him watching intently, knuckle in his own mouth. he was trying so hard not to get too loud but the warmth of your wet mouth was enough to drive him crazy. it was hard for him to think, nothing was filling his mind but the lust he was feeling in the moment. he could hardly even remember your name.

"dios mío, por favor más-- don't stop, please!" he whined out, and it only fueled the fire that you felt in the bottom of your stomach. you thought about reaching down to start rubbing yourself through your clothing, but you stopped, and pulled off of his cock, a string of spit connecting you to it when you did. he groaned out, half-disappointed, half-shocked by the cool air hitting his member.

"hang on, just wait a sec--" you huffed, snubbing your cigarette out on the grass and rushing to get the fabric of your bottoms off of your body. you could tell that he hadn't even been smoking his; the ash on the end of it was long and hadn't been thumped off in a while. he watched you in awe as you leaned back in the grass and felt the cool air against your skin.

"well? do you want to fuck me?"

he jolted to his knees, as-if he had been lost in space. "yep-- uh, yes, i do" he responded, you could only imagine how red his face was as he crawled over to you, and you brought your knees to your chest, exposing your wet heat for him to see. he couldn't take his eyes off of you, he was exploring your frame with them and taking it all in; you, laid out in the grass, moonlight dancing on your face.

it took him a moment but his brain caught up with him and he scooted forward. he finally stubbed out his forgotten cigarette, and placed one hand on the back of your thigh, the other at the base of his cock to help him guide it in. he went slow and thoughtfully, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut tight at the feeling of your pussy around him. it wasn't as tight as he expected, but god, it was wet, and warm, and it felt so good he could hardly catch his breath.

when he was finally filling you up to the hilt, he leaned his skinny frame over your body, and rested his palms on either side of your head. you could see his face so clearly now, and when he opened his eyes, still glowing that bright green, you were staring into them attentively, and it made him flustered, so he hesitated a moment but ultimately buried his face in your neck.

it made you giggle, but you were stopped before you could get it out by bruno beginning to thrust in and out of you, erratically. you gasped for air and grabbed at his hair, eyes lulling closed and mouth agape as he tried to figure out what he was doing. he was having even more trouble keeping quiet, moaning and gasping into your neck loudly.

when he finally realized that having a good rhythm felt so much better than just slamming into you haphazardly, he began to tremble. there were hardly any words exchanged, it was mostly him mumbling to himself, lots of "dios mío", "por favor", and "that feels good" into the skin of your neck. and then you felt him bite you; you don't think he meant to, but he sunk his teeth into your neck and let out a gutteral groan, causing you to yelp and reflexively yank his head up by the hair.

he gasped, but apologized profusely. he was extremely avoidant of eye contact, and offered to stop, but you begged him to keep going. "hey, look at me, please." you said once his thrusts became erratic again, and you had to tap the back of his neck a few times with your hand but he eventually did.

you could see the desperation in his wide eyes as you stared deeply and longingly into his, and seeing your face like this is what threw him over the edge. he let out a loud, piercing moan, and shot a hot load deep inside of you, riding out his orgasm before coming to a stop and hanging his head. his skin was hot and sweaty, and you pet his hair for a moment before he swallowed the lump in his throat and leaned back onto his knees.

"i-i'm sorry, that didn't take long, i should have kept going." he babbled, picking at his fingernails once more and avoiding eye contact like usual. he was failing at his attempts to try not to stare at your cunt, and the way his own cum spilled out of it. "it's okay, you did really good," you beamed up at him, you were still panting but you smiled through it, "maybe we should do this again one day. after we get to know each other a little better, of course."

he got bashful at that thought, pulling his hood up over his head before he ever even pulled his pants back up, and once you both used some of the river water to rinse off and got situated and dressed again, he helped you up off the ground.

"i--i have to get back to mi familia now. i'll...i'll see you again. soon."

[heartfullofleeches]

N/A: I didn’t notice you wanted a male reader, but reader’s gender is never stated at default. 

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“Come on, little guy. Jump on.” Arms raised high, you position a broom behind a spider’s web; carefully separating its strings from the wall to edge its occupant onto the stick. The arachnid had built its home in the sliding door to your backyard; dead leaves and debris filling it like decoration. In the past you had a soft spot for spiders and even one as a pet at some point, and so when the web became too much of a hassle you decided to relocate its owner.

The spider eventually crawls onto the broom, staying relatively still as you fully step outside and place it out a few inches away from your house. It crawls off, back into the unknown from whence it came. As it wonders off and you walk back inside, you silently thank it for its compliancy; having your hands already full with another arachnid to deal with any more of the time behind. Especially with how often it came around.

“Is my lovebug caring for others again?”

The voice comes from nowhere and yet a large shadow lingers. Standing at a near eight feet tall, a bulky humanoid figure towered at the entrance to your home; craning his body in an unnatural way to fit halfway through the door. Six arachnid legs protruded from his spine, supporting his weight against the glass. Your image reflected in his dark eyes – all eight of them; smaller pairs of three sitting right above his cheeks. 

“Not that I mind, much. It’s one of the reasons I let you live.” He pulls his back legs closer to his sides and enters your house, crotched in a way that his nose almost touched yours. He smiles with flare; canines replaced with thick, black fangs about the side of your pinky. The sight of a man-spider hybrid would freak most people out, but fortunately you weren’t one of said people – at least not one to show it in his presence. 

“It's nice to see you too, Seth. How long have you been watching me?” You ask, arms folded at the sudden intrusion. 

He grins more. “Do you mean right now or since we’ve known each other?” 

Seth had been your stalker for just shy of a year now. (That you knew of.) He had planned on making you dinner, but after an act of courtesy similar to the one you displayed moments ago he went against his original plans. Being nice to a small spider definitely meant you’d be fine with a watch your every step. What started as a look into the human world turned into a snare of obsession. His cute little human whose contact to the outside he’d cut if you didn’t give him his needed attention. 

Of course you were scared shitless when he made his presence known, but after he made it clear he meant no harm you became interested in his biology. Fascinated even. It wasn’t long before you started asking about his origins. How this worked like that, and what not. There were still moments of panic and hesitation when being around him, but your curiosity got the better of you at times.

Seth pulls you into his arms, the small layer of fuzz of his skin tickling yours as he rubs his face against yours. One of his legs occupies the space on your other cheek, keeping you from wiggling from his embrace even if you could. 

“You know I can’t stay away from you  lovebug.” He glances around the room, eyeing various journals and books on insects poorly tucked away. “Not you can’t get enough of me either.” 

He was well aware you were studying him. Better than the usual screaming and running away. A tad cruel in his mind, but he found pleasure nonetheless. Your attention solely on him. The cautious touches when you had the courage. Living in solitude made him quite touch-starved and you were the only one he wanted to relieve that need. 

Seth lets you free and maneuvers to the couch the best someone with their head touching the ceiling could. He picks up one of the notebooks, flipping through its contents with amusement. Sure enough, it was filled with none other than facts and theories about himself. As interesting as your writings were, it reminded him that you yourself were a back thought in your own mind. He’d watch you go all nighters rereading and reviving your studies, and neglect your basic needs on worse days. He was working on a nest for you two, but it would take time before he could take you there. The best he could do for now was provide for his absent minded mate in the only way he knew how. 

“Ah, that reminds me! I brought a gift for you.” He reaches into his pocket; a pocket with dark stains you hadn’t noticed until now. You don’t know how you found clothes that fit him, but you almost regretted it as he pulled out the contents. It was a slab of red meat, left freely in his clothing for God knows hold long. It was clean of any bone or fur and cut too precisely to be something he hunted down, which relieved some of your worries. As well as added more fuel to the fire.

“Is.. is that a steak? Why - how do you have a steak in your pocket?”

“You don’t take good care of yourself and so as your mate it’s my job to do so. I know you wouldn’t be too keen on a stray bird or squirrel, so I picked this up from one of your neighbors.”

“….I think I’m good.”

He tilts his head, saddened by your words as he emphasizes. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Ah, well. More for me.” Seth throws his head back, dangling the meat over his open mouth. Instead of tearing chunks like you imagined, his jaw separates; an invisible line from his bottom lip to his chin as the starting point. The extended maw allows him to fit the whole steak in his mouth, fangs gripping the meat as he chews. His venom dissolves it partially, the fluid and protein from the digested flesh dripping down his teeth and onto the floor. 

Needless to say, you were horrified; legs like jelly beneath the rest of your weight. In another timeline you would have taken its place, the thought making you nauseous. Seth's gentleness with you almost made you forget how terrifying he could be, even with danger bells constantly ringing in your mind. No matter how scared you were, you couldn’t deny how intriguing it was to watch him eat; trying to see how it’d match up with a normal spider's system.

“Is something wrong, Y/n?” Seth coos, smiling down at you; jaw still dislocated. You clear your throat and point at the area, trying your best to keep your cool. “Nothing, I just didn’t know you could do… that. “

“Like what you see? You could get a closer look if you wanted. Might not be best to touch though. You won’t get hurt from just touching my venom, but I don’t want to risk it.”

Seth leans in again, giving you a better look into his mouth. With a shudder you note he could probably fit your whole forearm in there. Examining the area, you deduct that his lower jaw acted like a spider's chelicerae; meant to keep prey still and to chew as he worked his venom into it. The fangs were just that, their function being pumping the acid in. Against his words, your hook your fingers in the corner of his mouth; looking over his black gums and smaller teeth. 

As you do so, Seth happily goes along with it all; amused at your inquisitiveness taking over the fear. His tongue darts over your fingers as you move them around in his mouth, but you don’t seem to notice or care. The brief taste of your skin is far more filling than any meal could ever be; the divinity of embrace from his beloved.