#even if he always things he is just one step away from fucking up

[mulloey]

unwelcome • pt 2

read part one here

stepdad!mingyu x fem!reader

words: 3.8k

warnings: this is pretty fucked up. stepfather relationship, infidelity, mingyu n u are not good people rly, brat/brat tamer dynamics, mean hard dom!mingyu, daddy kink, dirty talk, punishment, pussy slapping, gyu refers to you as ‘daughter’ and himself as ‘father’ in a sexual context a couple times, not really dubcon but there’s certainly a power imbalance, breeding, pregnancy mention, heavy degradation, choking etc. this is pretty intense.

you’ve been appropriately warned of the content of this fic and are solely responsible for what you consume. don’t like, don’t read. hate is blocked.

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it’s been a week since the incident in the kitchen— since mingyu had finally snapped, since you felt his firm hands and long fingers restraining and touching you as he pleased. since the event that you thought would have changed everything with your stepfather. except it hasn’t.

mingyu has said nothing about what transpired that day, and neither have you. you tried to, once, but a hand around your neck and whispered warning that “that wasn’t what you thought it was” had shut you down quickly. he’s still strict, but it’s from a distance now— he doesn’t scold or reprimand you, but nor does he praise or really interact with you in any way. you never thought you would, but you miss it. you miss him.

your mother is gone, again. she seems to have picked up on the energy shift in the house over the past week and, like you, doesn’t seem to know what to do with it. so she’s chosen to stay away, assuming that whatever’s going on will resolve itself as it always does. you had hoped it would too— except mingyu won’t let you get near him.

today you’ve been mulling it over; holed up in your room with your blanket around your shoulders. you’d gone down earlier to grab a piece of toast; you’d felt your stepfather’s eyes on you the whole time you were in the kitchen, but you paid him no mind, grabbing your toast and quickly retreating back upstairs without a word. you wish you hadn’t heard his sigh of relief when you walked away.

you can’t live like this anymore, you know that. whatever thick, immobilizing tension is separating you two, pulling at one and pushing at the other, needs to break. and you will break it, even if just to have back the annoying, obnoxious man you used to hate. it’s better than… whatever this is.

you discuss it at length with your best friend, pearl, over drinks at your favourite bar downtown. she’s the only one you could turn to with something like this— the only one you can trust not to judge you. not that you don’t deserve to be judged; you’ve done an awful thing, after all. you’ve allowed your mother’s husband to touch and finger you. you’ve not just helped him to betray your mother, but you’ve betrayed her yourself.

you’re past that now, though. you’ll make it up to her later. and if mingyu’s willing to do that to his own step daughter then clearly he’s not the right man for your mom anyway. it doesn’t make you feel a whole lot better.

but pearl doesn’t judge you; she never does. you’ve known each other since you were babies, for one, but more importantly, she has (to your annoyance), been saying from the start how utterly delectable your new stepfather is. if anything, she’s probably annoyed she didn’t get to fuck him first.

she listens silently and thoughtfully as you run her through the events of last week, tapping her manicured nails against the wood of the table. by the time you finish, a sly, knowing smile has reached her face.

“isn’t it obvious?” she asks.

you hesitate, confused. “isn’t what obvious?”

“what you need to do,” she says. “to fix this.”

“not to me,” you say. “i mean, i need to fuck him, i think. but i can’t do that when he barely even talks to me now.”

she shrugs, twirling the little cocktail umbrella between her fingers. “so make him jealous.”

“what?”

“piss him off, y/n,” she says. “bring someone home and let him see that you’re moving on. i guarantee you he won’t like it.”

you slump back in your seat, thinking for a moment. it’s a good plan— if it goes right. if it goes wrong, well… you doubt anything could be worse than this. “okay,” you say. “i’ll do that.”

it takes two more days to find the nerve to bring home a boy from your campus. you were careful to choose someone you wouldn’t have to interact with after today if it all went catastrophically wrong, which means the TA in your thesis group who makes eyes at you from across the room is off the table (sorry, wonwoo), but who you’ve seen and interacted with enough that it won’t seem weird when you invite them home with you.

you have no real intentions with joshua, but he’s nice enough, around your age and very horny, so you figure he’ll do fine; indeed, he can barely keep his hands off you as you walk into the house and accidentally-on-purpose make your presence known with a loud laugh. his wandering hands only leave you when your stepfather rounds the corner into the lobby.

he’s dressed in his pyjamas still, and he looks tired and irritated until he spots the boy next to you— and the non-existent, certainly non-platonic gap between you. in an instant he’s awake and the irritation is gone, replaced with anger. his palms twitch at his side, desperate to break the calm demeanor that he’s hanging onto by a thread. little slut.

“what’s going on here?” he asks. he tries to keep his voice cool and leveled but the resulting sound is low and dangerous, like a predator about to strike.

joshua swallows and you feel him tensing up nervously beside you. whether it’s to calm him down or to provoke mingyu further, you're not sure, but you grab his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. joshua relaxes slightly, and mingyu’s eyes narrow.

“hi,” joshua finally says. “i’m jo–”

“i don’t give a rat's ass who you are,” mingyu says sharply. “tell me what you’re doing here and what your hands are doing on my daughter, now.”

joshua’s eyes widen and he seems to shrink further into himself, wishing he was anywhere else. “look, man,” he says, “i don’t want any trouble. we were just gonna hang out.”

“yeah?” mingyu asks. “not anymore. plans changed, i’m afraid. we’re busy this evening.”

“oh yeah?” you challenge. “busy with what?”

mingyu says nothing, just raises a cool eyebrow at you with a blank expression. you feel joshua’s gaze flicker between the two of you in confusion and discomfort.

clearly, he wants nothing to do with this. you don’t blame him; and he’s served his purpose anyway. you’ll make it up to him another day. buy him a coffee or something. doesn’t really matter right now.

“i’m just gonna go,” he mutters. he catches your eye as he walks past, face contorted half in sympathy and half in fear— fear for you, it seems. if only he knew that you’re halfway to getting exactly what you wanted.

“see you around, josh,” you say, but your eyes are already locked with your stepfather.

the door slams shut and he’s on you instantly, hand on your neck as you’re shoved harshly against the wall. the impact is so sharp and sudden that it sends the small painting hung up next to you crashing down, but neither of you notice; not when you’re looking at him with such lust and he’s looking at you with such ire. you could cut the tension between you with a knife, but even then, you’re not sure if it would break. the tiny gap between his face and yours and the heavy breathing as he looks you up and down is electrifying like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

“min—”

“shut up,” he says. “i’ve had it with you.” his voice is almost shaking with rage and he stares at you for a moment before his large hand impacts the side of your face. you shriek in pain and surprise, reaching to clutch your stinging cheek but he grabs your wrist with the hand that had just slapped you, holding it firmly above your head.

“fucking slut,” he says. “parading your little boy toy through my house as if i wouldn’t know what you’re doing. debasing yourself like a cheap whore. is that what you thought i wanted?”

your mouth opens and closes, lost for words. you both know the answer but you don’t want to say it. he shakes his head, chuckling dryly.

“no, it’s not,” he says. “because you never cared or even thought about what i might want. only ever thought about yourself, didn’t you?”

you feel yourself shrink under his gaze and the venom of his words and he smiles briefly. his eyes roam your body, lingering on your chest that rises and falls with your heavy, panicked breathing. fuck, he’s practically drunk on the power he has over you right now.

his grip on your neck tightens momentarily— just enough to remind you of how small and breakable you are under his grip. “too fucking cock drunk to think about anything else,” he says lowly. “fuck. i should‘ve made your friend stay so i could fuck you in front of him, shouldn’t i? teach you both a lesson.”

his words hit you in the stomach, knots of arousal twisting in your gut. you know he sees the way your thighs clench together at the image. “i…” you trail off; you have nothing to say. he knows it too. he lifts his hand from your neck to stroke your cheek with a surprising tenderness.

“pretty thing,” he mutters. “my little girl.” he’s silent for a moment, eyes raking over your face, so small and fragile in his strong hands. his grip tightens, squeezing your jaw. “apologise,” he says.

you frown, confused. “for what?”

he snorts like it’s obvious. “provoking me, for one,” he says. “using that poor boy to get a rise out of me. and being a rude, bratty little girl simply because i wasn’t giving you enough attention.”

you roll your eyes before you can think it through and he’s quick to react, his hand slapping you again before returning to your neck. “no respect,” he mutters. “you obviously need an attitude adjustment. and that’s exactly what daddy’s gonna give you.”

you bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning at the name he’s given himself, but it’s no use. your stepfather is far too tuned in, far too in control, to let anything slip past him. his lips curl into a thin, sneering smile. “liked that, did you?” he asks. “you like being fucked by your fucking father?”

“mingyu,” you whine. your face burns at the humiliation of not just his words, but the truth of them— mingyu is your stepfather. he’s married to your mother. and you’d do anything to have your hands on his dick right now.

“no,” he says. “you don’t get to call me that. if you could act like a mature fucking adult then maybe i’d let you but you can’t, can you? you’ve been a little fucking brat since i met you and it’s about time i treated you like one.”

there’s a fire in his eyes you haven’t seen since that day in the kitchen, only now it burns both brighter and darker than before. as he finally releases his grip of you against the wall, only to drag you by the hair through to the living room, you get the feeling you’re about to see mingyu in a way even the episode in the kitchen couldn’t have clued you into.

he shoves you down, watching you stumble to the floor with a surprised shriek. you sit yourself up, leaning on your hands as you stare up at him where he towers above you— tall, imposing, and terrifying.

he’s silent, watching you closely before he sighs and walks over to sit himself down on the couch. “come here.”

your legs are shaking as you struggle to pull yourself up from the floor. his jaw twitches, fists clenching. you’ve never looked so pathetic, never felt so humiliated and you still have all your clothes on. he reaches out to pull you towards him and you stumble forwards until you land on his lap— over his lap. you feel your short skirt flip up over your ass from the sudden motion, exposing your black lace panties. he chuckles, grabbing one of your ass cheeks and squeezing it firmly. your breath hitches.

“mm,” hums appreciatively. “this is how i like to see you, daughter mine. bent over and ready to submit.”

you squirm, thighs clenching at the low timbre of his voice; the deepening of it as he calls you his daughter. jesus. this is so fucked up.

his finger trails the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of your pussy. he fingers at the hem of your panties, right next to your pussy, watching the way you react to his touch as he teases the edge of your underwear like he’s inspecting it. he sees the wetness seeping through the black fabric and chuckles. “that desperate, baby?” he asks.

you say nothing, still processing the situation you find yourself in and he slaps your ass harshly, making you jolt. “answer,” he says darkly. “or i’ll just spank you and send you to bed without release. is that what you want, little girl?”

“no,” you gasp, shaking your head fervently. you won’t deny it; the idea of being spanked by mingyu, not for sex, not for foreplay, but solely for punishment, is embarrassingly tantalising. but you’ve been waiting too long to have him touch you like this again and if you don’t get to feel his dick inside you tonight you might actually go insane. “no, i don’t,” you say.

he laughs, pinching the sensitive skin of your thigh and rubbing the red mark soothingly. “look at you,” he chuckles. “so bratty and disrespectful but so quick to submit once i use a bit of force. can’t believe i wasted my time on your mother when i had this little kitten here waiting for me.”

his words are like cold water as they wash over you— your mother. this isn’t just your stepfather— this is your mother’s husband. this is the man she loves and relies on, who swore to be hers for the rest of his life. and you’re bent over his lap and trying desperately not to grind against his thick, strong thigh. you’re the worst daughter ever.

and if you weren’t before, you certainly are when you mewl out a desperate, “please, daddy, fuck me.”

“hm,” he says. “such good manners, i’m almost tempted.” his finger trails along your panties before finally sliding over your covered pussy. you gasp, squirming again when he ghosts over your clit. he presses down a little, enough to make you pulse slightly, then lets go. “what a shame you had to be such a brat.”

you make a noise of confusion, craning your head around to see mingyu sliding your panties down to your ankles, exposing you fully to him with your skirt by now halfway up your back. you catch his gaze and he raises an eyebrow. “turn around,” he says. “i’m gonna teach you how to fucking act around me.”

swallowing, you obey, turning around to bury your head in the pillows of the couch. you feel him raise the thigh you’re bent over, giving him easier access. you close your eyes, bracing for the first hit against your ass. you’re ready for it, you think— what you’re not ready for, is for him to suddenly tilt you forwards and start slapping your pussy instead.

the first strike makes you shriek and he gives you no time to recover before continuing. your pussy is far more sensitive than your ass, not to mention dripping, but he hits you with the same brute strength he’d used on your ass and face. the pain is white hot and searing and you hear the impact of each slap; and the wet, squelching sound of his hand against fluid gushing from you. strings of cream are connecting to his hand, following it each time he pulls away to wind up for another hit. you feel him hardening beneath you and adjust yourself a little without realising, trying to grind against his cock subconsciously. he grabs your waist to tug you back into place and delivers an extra hard swat right on your clit.

it’s so painful and so arousing that you don’t even notice when it’s over. not until he’s pulled you off his lap and pressed his leaking cock against his entrance do you finally realise what’s happening. he’s going to fuck you. finally.

he leans over where you’ve found yourself on all fours on the couch, lips pressing against your ear. “ask me to fuck you, baby,” he whispers. you gasp as he rubs himself against you and he chuckles. “c’mon, filthy girl. ask me nicely.”

“p-please,” you stutter. all your nerves are on fire and pushing against your skin, senses heightened as he slowly starts to push into you. “more,” he groans.

“daddy,” you gasp. his hands are on your waist as he guides himself into you, moaning at the way you sob his name. “fuck,” he grunts.

when he finally gets in all the way it’s overwhelming; mingyu is huge, beyond huge, and you’ve never been this full before. you feel him pressing against your cervix even without moving yet there’s none of the pain or discomfort that someone of his size would usually bring. it feels right. like you were made to take him and he was made to take you.

he starts moving without a word; slow thrusts that get faster and harder until he’s completely pounding you, fucking into you desperately like a wild animal. he sounds like one, too; you both do, yelling and grunting as you pushing yourselves deeper into the other. his grip on your waist is bruising but comfortable and you sink into it, lost in pleasure.

you chant his name on repeat — “daddy, daddy, daddy” — the only word that comes to you as he fucks you open. he leans over you, pressing his face into the back of your neck and kissing down the top of your back before straightening up again, angling himself to go deeper.

“you love this, don’t you?” he spits. “love being whored out by your stepfather. is that why you moved back home? to make yourself available to me?”

you groan at his words, clenching around him. you both know that’s not true, but it may as well be— you certainly won’t be moving back out again anytime soon now. you want to stay with him, be available for him— a waiting hole for him to use. fuck, you're depraved, but so is he; he groans when you say it out loud, thrusting harder. “that’s right,” he grunts. “just a hole f’me. just a fuck toy for your daddy, yeah?”

you choke, crying out when he slams into you again. you reach your arms back, trying to touch him and he grabs them, folding them against your back and holding you down.

“i knew it,” he laughs. “knew from the moment i met you that you just needed some dick. knew it had to be mine, fuck.”

“yes,” you gasp. “yours, yours, gyu, has to be yours.” you’re babbling and delirious now and he’s fucking high on it. he presses more of his weight onto you, trapping you beneath him— as if you’d ever want to get away.

“good girl,” he whispers. “i’m gonna fuck you every fucking day. every time that bitch leaves the house you’re gonna come and fucking present yourself to me, understand? gonna come offer up your holes to daddy.”

“yes,” you whine. “always, daddy.”

“i’m never fucking your mother again,” he says. “i’ve got this perfect little pussy now instead and it’s all mine.”

by now the sensations of his dick slamming into you have become a constant rhythm, allowing you to cling to it as you go dumber and dumber on his cock. you could stay like this forever; split open and abused while he spits filth into your ear; but you can tell from the clenching of your pussy and the throbbing of his cock that you’re both close to the edge. he grunts, grabbing your hair to pull your head backwards and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “good girl,” he says, movements speeding up. “i’m gonna cum in you. gonna put a fucking kid in you. you want that?”

you know mingyu knows you’re on birth control; he’s seen the pills you keep in the medicine cabinet and heard you discuss your prescription with your mother. but fuck, the idea of him getting you pregnant, your own stepfather knocking you up, is so twisted and exhilarating that it propels you towards your orgasm. you feel yourself releasing over his dick, drenching the couch and he makes a noise of delight. “didn’t know you squirted, baby,” he moans. “that’s so fucking perfect, god.”

“daddy,” you moan. “mingyu.” you’ve gone limp on his dick now, fucked out and exhausted but you’re smart enough to recognise that this stops when he’s finished. he’s almost there, though, you can tell; his grip on your tightens, moans getting louder until he spits out a “clench, slut,” and releases into you the moment you obey.

he collapses on top of you once he’s done, face pressed into your back. you’re both filthy; covered in sweat and cum and drool but you don’t care. you’ve never felt so satisfied in your fucking life.

mingyu pulls you into his arms and you relax into his hold, breathing deeply against his chest. it’s perfect peace, utter bliss— while it lasts. minutes later he jumps up, looking panicked.

you stare up at him in confusion. “mingyu?”

“your mother’s coming back,” he says. your stomach drops. “in 30 fucking minutes.”

panic takes over and you force yourself to your feet; it’s dizzying and disorients you for a moment, but mingyu is quick to catch you when you stumble, helping you steady yourself before he releases you. mercifully, most of the mess is on the two of you; the couch is pretty much clean. mingyu orders you into the shower and you obey, scrubbing away all the evidence of what you’ve just done. you hear him run past your room a few minutes later, and when you emerge, you’re both clean and in your pyjama. only the way he looks at you as you walk downstairs together gives away what’s happened.

your mother looks tired when she walks through the door, but smiles sweetly when she spots her husband and daughter waiting in the kitchen for her. she plants a long, wet kiss on mingyu’s lips and you feel your stomach twist in envy. looking away, you turn back to see his eyes on you, dark and scrutinising as your mother sits down at the table.

“how are my loves?” she asks. you smile weakly at her, wracked with guilt but at the same time wishing she would just get the fuck out so you can fuck her husband again.

mingyu puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it fondly, but his eyes never leave you as he speaks.

“we’re perfect.”

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[omgfangirlland]

I'm going to need all of you to hear me out on what I'm about to spew, but I have yandere!batfam brain rot, and I just came across Yan!girldad!nolan grayson.

HEAR ME OUT!

Putting a page break here cuz idk how long this will be-

So- the usual neglected batsis that as a youngster craved the attention of her fam, but after being brushed away, after being ignored, after being straight up forgotten about, says fuck it, y'all aren't worth my love, I'll use the Wayne money to do as I please.

So she does. She uses the monthly allowance that is on auto pay straight to her card to do arts, to paint her heart away, to draw and play video games, to fund and pay off anything from homeless shelters to medical bills, trying to make a dent into the Wayne fortune both in selfish and non-selfish ways. She's basically a petty tween.

But then she wakes up with powers. She thinks she's a meta- batman doesn't like metas, that's what she thinks, she doesn't know Bruce doesn't want metas in Gotham due to Gotham being ground zero for meta trafficking. Boom, panic.

I think she has powers like flying, super strength, and like immediate healing if not "iron skin" like Superman. So she wakes because she hits the ceiling due to flying while asleep. She panics, falls, maybe breaks something, nobody comes to check on her-

Now, she always has toyed with the idea of leaving, but this? THIS? Breaking point, she packs necessities and the Wayne card and says bye-bye Gotham, good morning... Chicago? NYC? Idk, whichever place Omni man lives in ig.

The batfam, of course, doesn't notice. In this universe, I think even Alfred won't have been paying that much attention to batsis, man's too busy. So what if one day he does his rounds, cleaning, opens a door he hasn't been in a while.

The room is dusty. Dusty beyond hell, and one singular photo of batsis at like a kindergarten graduation makes him drop everything, including his heart. Old man goes feral, absolutely crazy, because where the fuck is this kid, this little baby, that he went and picked up because Bruce couldn't be bothered.

The batfam goes crazy too. In the mean time-

Batsis is, surprisingly, living her best life. Initially, she planned on getting an under the table job- clean a bar, babysit, be the errand girl of some shady drag dealer, etc. But Nolan sees her while she tries to get her powers under control, shakily flying, accidentally blowing to pieces a tree as she leans against it.

Omni-man as he lurks in the shadows: Debbie would love a daughter. I would love a daughter.

Batsis would call it kidnapping, Nolan calls it adopting without extra steps. Debbie takes one look at this shaken kid and immediately goes mama mode while reprimanding Nolan about taking a kid off the streets and not warning her so she could prepare better.

Mark? It takes about 2 hours before he realizes that they can be training buddies and that they have similar taste in some things. That's his baby sister. No arguments, just baby sis. Batsis? Much like a hungry, cold cat, she accepts her fate. It does feel nice to finally have some attention on her.

So she trains with Nolan and Mark, gets great, becomes a reluctant superhero, deliberately ignores Nolan's rants about her becoming such a great warrior, his little girl on the way of becoming the greatest conquror. Gothamite batsis just shrugs it off as just a Thursday.

Back with the batfam, pure chaos. Everyone is in shambles. How could they forget about a whole kid? Their siblings, Bruce's youngest daughter. Guilt is slowly turning into madness, and madness is slowly turning into a need to prove they can be better, that they weren't deliberately overlooking an innocent child because of personal pettiness, they were just distracted but now they'll right their wrongs.

Bonus p1:

Superman finally meeting batsis: What do you mean you're Bruce's kid? 😃 What do you mean you're a meta and instead of coming to uncle Clark you go and get adopted by murderous Omni-man? 🙂 What do you mean you kinda approve of him killing his enemies? 🫠

Batsis just wants Joker to die.

Bonus pt2:

Dick: What do you mean she's calling that other Grayson boy big brother? 😀

Damien: What do you mean I have another sibling? What do you mean she's calling that purple alien bastard her little brother?! I blame you, father.

Bonus pt3:

John Constantine: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GAVE ONE OF BATMAN'S KIDS IMMORTALITY AND MAGICAL POWERS?

The deity/entity batsis has been depicting in her paintings for years: *shrugs* I was bored, my little priestess was sad, she's not anymore 🤷

That's the plot twist, batsis is actually magical, but her powers work the way they do because that's the only way she knows how to fight with them. Magic isn't on her thought as a possibility, even if she was into the occult.

Cue John drinking for 3 days straight before having the courage(or will) to go to the Bat.

[fatuismooches]

Celestia has fallen, ending a period of turmoil, meaning you and Dottore are free to do what you want with the rest of your lives - but both of you have trouble getting accustomed to this new, strangely peaceful life.

Seeing the sky completely clear save for puffy clouds was a sight that still took getting used to, after all, the island that had once been there was commonplace for everyone. But now, after a long and arduous war, and centuries of preparation and loss, it was over. Celestia had been defeated, the era of rebuilding was slow yet steady, and the Fatui had disbanded shortly after their victory.

... Meaning that you and Dottore, who once had much to do and worry about, now had... very little to do and worry about. His once-important experiments had reached their peak, and what's more, you were finally free from your illness. There was no need for all-nighters spent hastily writing notes, creating new concoctions for you, tending to the darker side of his work. Similarly, the days spent in anguish and sickness had now become a memory of the past, although your body was still slowly recovering.

So what was there to do now?

That was what you thought as you lay in the dark, cuddling close to Zandik's chest in your new home. It was an odd feeling - having him this close for days on end - sleeping with you from nightfall to the sun rising. It was once an exceedingly rare occurrence, from when he was once a busy Harbinger, but here he was still in bed. (Although he still had a habit of waking up early - whether he laid there and stared at you, or got up to find something to busy himself with was still a fifty-fifty chance.)

To be honest, now that you thought about it, you never had a real, fleshed-out plan on what to do after everything was over. All you had was the first step - acquire a spacious and cozy home in Sumeru to settle down. And well, that had been accomplished surprisingly easier than you anticipated - The Jester had gifted you such a house in a perfect spot - leaving it as a goodbye gift.

In the beginning, the days had been as leisurely as possible, bordering on lazy. Sleeping in late into the day, hours upon hours spent appreciating each other's presence and body. You defended it as making up for centuries of lost time, although Dottore didn't protest in the first place. Dinner was spent quietly outside, looking up at the sky that was no longer false. However, it was obvious both of you were growing a bit restless - which was why you quickly came up with a plethora of new things to do.

—

"Let's start a garden!"

And so had started a common goal between you two - although another issue that had been presented in this new relaxing life was Dottore's lingering hesitation to trust you with certain activities. Constantly he was keeping an eye on your every move or stepping in himself, even though he knew you could do some things yourself now.

Truthfully, you couldn't blame him, already aware that overprotectiveness that lasted centuries wouldn't go away so easily, but that was something that would have to be worked through slowly. He was still performing a routine check-up on your every day...

"Zandik, it's just digging up some soil. You're acting like the worms are going to attack me or something."

"... Just make sure not to scrap your knees."

"I'm also not a child- darling, what are you injecting into the plants...?" Your husband only smiled, his sharp teeth gleaming.

"This? Do not worry, we won't consume these ones. This is simply... a test to indulge my curiosity."

Well, you always knew his love of experimenting would never truly go away! Maybe you'll get some cool, fucked up, weird mutated plants!

—

"Let's get a kitty so Foxttore has a friend!"

Despite all the tragedy you'd endured, Foxttore was one of the few things that remained with you the whole time, even after the way. The creature quite liked Sumeru after surviving Snezhnaya - it was always lazily sunbathing and refused to come in. Dottore still kept his habit of locking it out.

The pufflings too of course - but they had made the two of you become the gossip of the children - turns out the black puff balls started playing with the kids and kept returning to your house, making them whisper about "the two weird grown-ups who live out in the middle of nowhere." You were amused.

Regardless of your reputation, now you and your husband were in the perfect environment to finally own a cute kitty. The lab wasn't exactly the ideal place for such an animal, after all.

... So now, an equally as lazy cat could be found sleeping on Zandik's lap as he read by the window, giving it languid tummy rubs and pets. Foxttore wasn't invited.

—

"Let's go exploring!"

When you had dropped this idea on Zandik, he had given you a strange look.

"All this time, you had been pleading with me to stay inside and relax, but now you wish to go and exert yourself?" Despite his remarks, you could tell Zandik wished to do something with his hands as well.

"Well, this is because it's going to be fun! It'll be like we're students again!"

And with that, you two were back inside the huge Ruin Golem in the forest. To be honest, there was not much to actually explore here, but... it was nostalgic. It was places like these where the two of you spent a lot of time together, and where he told you of his grand ambitions as a young scholar.

And even after all this time, the former Harbinger was still fascinated with the technology, already playing with something, to which you joined him. No doubt he already knew the answer, but it was something to keep his once-overworked mind occupied.

"Guess the two of us aren't cut out for this 'normal life' stuff, eh? Coming back here even though there's nothing left to be discovered. Think the notes we left are still here?"

"That's impossible. They must have long eroded by now," he briefly commented, hands still running over the cool metal.

"So... wanna test if you're still motion-sick?"

—

"Let's teach you how to cook... again!"

Loads of spare time had come with nothing better to do than to attempt to make the impossible become possible once again, which was why you had the Harbinger turned house husband in the kitchen with you, equipped with an apron you forced him to wear if he wanted any sweets.

This time you had decided to forget actual food and make one, singular, cupcake. Surely he couldn't mess that up, right?

You made him clean the kitchen after throwing out the burnt apron.

—

In conclusion, there were still lots of things that could fill the endless time you two were given. But there was still something you wanted, although you weren't sure how to bring it up.

The loss of the segments still remained a wound in your heart, although you moved on from all those years ago. More specifically, Zandy was someone you held extremely dear in your heart and memories. The child had changed your life, and Dottore's too - opening his own heart to softness - which was something you longed for too.

However, naturally, you were nervous asking Zandik about it. After all, becoming a father was probably not something he saw himself doing. Of course, your anxiety was quickly recognized by your lover, who beckoned you one night.

"What plagues your mind?" His question startled you, and although you knew he'd come around to asking eventually, you still weren't prepared to answer properly. But you knew you'd have to come out with it soon.

"There's... something I want."

"Tell me," Zandik quickly reassured you. "I'm sure it is within my capabilities."

"I... I don't know if you'd want to," you awkwardly admitted, to which your husband gave you a hard look, and then moved to squeeze your hand.

"I can only determine that if you tell me what it is you desire." With a sigh, you had to agree.

"I've been thinking... about our... family," the last word was uttered softly, as if you still couldn't believe things reached this point.

"There's you, me, Foxttore, the pufflings, our kitty Beaker, and I guess the crows around here could count too... and I love everyone a lot!" Dottore hummed in agreement, rubbing his fingers over your knuckles.

"But... what if we added someone else to our family? A... c-child, perhaps," you finally blurted out your confession, working up the courage to look at him directly. Speaking of, he had stopped wearing that mask of his now, so you were always subject to his brilliant red eyes. As such, you witnessed the gems widen slightly and his jaw slacken. Quickly you rushed to continue.

"I-I know it'll be a lot of work and responsibility but together we can do it! And I know it probably isn't something you thought of but I'll be here with you all the way... I know you won't let the past repeat itself," you murmured, well aware of how he was treated as a child. Dottore's gaze had moved to the stars, still silent at your words, which was making you worry at this point.

"If-"

"It is not something I am opposed to," Zandik finally admitted, and you had to hold back a sigh of relief.

"Truly?"

"Yes. However..." He trailed off, perhaps wondering how to articulate the fears you already knew full well - how could someone like him ever be a loving father? Did he even have that capability? How could he hold his child with his stained hands?

"I understand," you squeezed his hand. "We'll figure it out together," you promised, "just like how we figured everything else out. How else would we have stayed together for a couple hundred years?" You gently teased him to which he finally looked at you again, an unusually soft look in his eyes.

"We will," Zandik agreed, kissing you on your forehead.

—

Time continued to move, and from a student to Harbinger, Zandik now found himself a parent, who was now cuddled in between him and you - though you were already fast asleep, while his daughter had woken him up in the middle of the night. The fact that Dottore hadn't woken up earlier was a testament to how much he loosened up these past years...

"Go back to sleep. I won't take you out to the forest if you're too tired." The young girl pouted at her father's strictness.

"But it's not my fault! I'm too excited to watch you do your experimenting stuff!" (In reality, all they were doing was collecting samples of plants.) With a sigh, the man stroked her hair.

"Oh! Oh! How about you sing the song they always sing to you when you're grumpy! That always makes you relax!" His daughter seemed to have picked up some of your cheeky, bargaining habits...

"If you do, will you quiet down?" The girl quickly nodded.

"Very well..." And so, he began humming a tune, that was rather off-key despite you teaching it to him quite a few times, but his little girl didn't seem to notice much.

In the dark, you secretly smiled at the sweet interaction. To think after centuries of pain, you finally obtained such a life...

Everything would be okay, in the end.

[briarberrythornedhart]

Haywire

Contains: Eddie Munson & Reader, fluff, sincerity, vulnerability, friends to something more

🦇 ✏️ 🦇

You were just friends. Just hanging out. And you’d thought there would be more people around tonight as human buffer BUT NO it was just you and him in his living room. And he was sitting so close it made you dizzy.

Ope.

He caught you staring. Your gaze was lovingly drifting over his stunning features and when he noticed you looking, his eyebrows shot up.

He waved his hand in a slow figure eight, wiggling his fingers - like he was casting some sort of spell on you.

Maybe he was casting a spell on you? It would explain a lot.

“You okay in there?” He laughed. He snapped the fingers of his left hand a couple times and you must have jumped because then he snorted “Sorry, sorry! You zoned out, though...like...you left me, where’d you go?” He grinned at you, head cocked to the side.

“I’d never leave. I mean I’m paying attention, What is the next step?” You asked, trying to re-focus and NOT on his lips, or his jaw, or the length of his thick pretty neck that you so wanted to kiss and lick and bite down on …oh gawd... how you wanted to taste him all over!

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Ya sure you wanna do this? Right now?? It’s okay if you are bored. This is not the fun part for most folks.”

“Yeah! NO - I’m not bored.” You clutched your notebook to your chest and regulated your breathing. No more yelling FFS you told yourself. ” I told you - I’ve wanted to play DnD for a long time and you know… never got a chance to even roll up a character. The stars just weren’t aligned for it I guess and the group near me didn’t want me in the mix....”

“Well, that’s not a problem here. There won’t be any of that bullshit on my watch. There’s Equal opportunity for doom or glory in Hellfire Club.” Eddie let the words doom and glory rumble in his chest. Theatrical as ever.

“Thank you.” You smiled and felt heat flush your cheeks.

“You’re so welcome, you always are.” he shook his mane of hair and chuckled again, wry and self-effacing. Which you would NEVER have expected from this guy. When you were introduced to him he was cocky as hell, strutting around and getting right into your personal space and teasing you like you’d been close friends forever and then - you get him alone like this- and he transforms into this sweet and modest and shy… total gentleman.

You were so completely fucked.

I mean, if only. You wished you were. But this was all so sadly gentlemanly and platonic.

He licked his lips and tapped his pencil on the DM’s guide while he pondered something seriously. Your mouth watered. And since he was so intently not paying attention to you- you took him in - looked him all over.

Your lips felt suddenly so dry and hot and his lips were the cure for every little thing that afflicted you, you knew this. That his perfect lips were the Answer. They were pink, slightly redder and chapped and plumped by his own teeth worrying at his bottom lip and… oh he was speaking to you. Focus.

“But maybe we should wait till later?? Because you seem very baked right now.” Eddie took your pencil away from you, grinning. Your pencil that had made its way (eraser first) between your lips and was getting bitten to hell. “Sweetheart, It was just a beer and we shared that joint…Did you not eat anything today??” He looked mildly concerned. “Do you want a snack or something? Coffee? I think we have Sanka in the cupboard… although what would be the point....”

You shook your head. No.

You didn’t admit it but You were not high. Or tipsy.

That was the thing. Eddie did this to you.

Yes, you’d faked taking that hit off his joint — hoping to look very chill about him offering you one. You’d barely taken a sip of the PBR he’d offered.

You Didn’t need any single thing to make you feel as high as THIS. When you had those big pretty eyes looking at you?? You were floating!

His lashes fluttered when he inhaled, held in the smoke, and then his eyes stared into your soul when he blew out (blowing away from your face - politely) and that just made you want to do unspeakably depraved things. For him. To him. On him.

“We could just… hang out.” Eddie said. “Plenty of time to make a character before next Wednesday and stuff.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. we don’t need to have an activity to be ummm together, you can just ride that wave you are on and I’ll... play guitar at you or something.” He looked down again and huffed almost a laugh. “Obviously you don’t want That, no one wants that, but we could watch a movie....”

The overhead light cast the shadow of his lashes down over his cheekbones.

“I’d like to hear you play and sing one of your songs.” You said.

“Oh no no no,” Eddie leaned backwards and put his hands behind his head, legs spread at the knees - making you long to climb into his lap “I don’t know who told you I can sing... but they were exaggerating... I can scream my lyrics in my less than an octave range.”

“But you are the frontman, you play and sing lead, right??”

“That’s only until we can get Gareth a better mic set up - he’s got a great voice - like an angel.”

“I still want to hear you.” You crossed your arms over your chest and nodded. “c’mon”

“You know what? I think I like this bossy side of you. Is this what happens when you loosen up a bit, you order people around?” Eddie smirked. “It makes me want to do whatever you say.”

“Really?” You asked, your mind reeling at the impossibilities.

“Yes.” Eddie’s tongue rolled over one canine tooth. He pointed at you. “Don’t use your power over me for evil.”

You may have gasped. Just a little.

“Or do.” Eddie scootched closer and his knee touched yours. “Just don’t get me in trouble.”

“Show me what you wear on stage.” You said. Well... demanded.

“It’s not that different than this...” He gestured down at his ripped jeans and his Anthrax T shirt under his gray hoodie. “No corpse paint, no tight leather - we’re thrash - more substance than style. Noooo, don’t look at me all disappointed...I’m just not fancy.” He rubbed his hands over his face.

“I’m not disappointed, i just really doubt you play your fancy red crackle finish guitar... in a gray sweatshirt.”

“Okay, I wear a tank top or something cropped because it’s hot as balls on stage and I pull my hair back sometimes or put my bandana on to keep the sweat from dripping in my eyes, that’s the sum total effort I put in okay? you don’t Really want to hear about me sweating my ass off, right?? Grossing you out, right?”

“No. are you gonna show me or not.”

“Yes. mistress, if you take that tone I guess I must.” Eddie slapped his thighs and stood, “Be right back.” He turned half way down the hall. “If you laugh, you gotta go. You’ll be out that door, high or not.”

He shook his head as he retreated down the hallway and then in a few minutes he emerged with his hair up in a loose bun.

He did a slow awkward turn for you. He was in a scissor cropped Megadeth shirt, with his pretty red guitar unfortunately, blocking your view of his stomach. As he turned you could ogle the curve of his back - see how his underwear - probably cotton boxers - were visible just above his jeans and belt.

“See.... not much to write home about. Functional, though. Practical.” He shrugged.

“You look hot.” you said. without thinking.

Eddie gave you an assessing look. “That’s probably the ganja talking. Or did you mean I look overheated, because yeah, it’s a little warm in the trailer but...”

For some reason this made you furious. “No. You look fucking hot, Eddie! You always look hot and I’m not fucking high. C’mere.”

His eyes went wide, he unslung his guitar and leaned it gently against a chair. “Okay... mistress.” He jumped over the coffee table and sat at the edge of the couch - leaning forward. Leaning towards you - at attention. “Any other demands?” he wasn’t being sarcastic though...

“At shows, you should crop your shirts higher, you should go commando under your jeans “ you snapped the elastic of his underwear. “…and you should not invite me over when no one else is around because apparently I go a little haywire when we are alone together.”

Eddie leaned in and kissed you. A kiss like spun sugar, ephemeral, impossibly sweet, and over too soon.

“I go a little haywire when you are near me too.” He said.

[agendercrisisx]

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢

Ship: Simon "Ghost" Riley x female!reader

If there are any mistakes they will unfortunately not be corrected, because I'm too tired to read and this is what has been served. <3

Warnings: SEX! Porn no plot at alllllll, nipple play, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, switch Ghosty, desperation, reader-insert, reader gets fucked... and cum a lot of cum and creampie.

Summary: Ghost has been away on a mission for way too long and you miss him more than you can handle. This is pure smut, no plot.

Word count: 3880

Your legs are hugging each side of Simon’s hips, his hands are placed on either side of your waist, holding you firmly in place. He is slowly pulling you back and forth on top of his aching crotch, pulling soft whimpers from your lips every time one of your sensitive spots grazes him. The pair of boxers he is wearing is the only thing separating the two of you, the only thing any of you are wearing. You had dropped most of your clothes the moment he had stepped through the door. His jacket and boots were the first to go, and then he was almost ripping the clothes of your body. Not that you were wearing much.

You had waited for his return, hoping he would be sent home a day early. Hoping for his immediate arrival home. You were desperate. You needed him, and your hand was far from enough anymore. Not even the toys Simon had bought for you, to “help” while he was gone, had any effect. You had been pent up for days, and not a dropped had spilt. You were more than desperate to see your husband again. Touch him. Feel him. Fuck him. And as his gaze had met yours, you realized how pent up he too was.

He had quickly picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Ridding you of your remaining clothes on the way to your shared bedroom. His movements were gentle as he had put you down on the bed, but you knew that his soft and gentle touches weren’t going to stay like that much longer. You were right, they hadn’t.

His grip tightens and the rub of his clothed dick, against your sensitive pussy, is almost already too much. You knew you were pent up, but to this extent? You were so addicted to your husband, and he you. A groan escapes his lips as he presses you down on him, while he grinds up into you. A whimper falls from your open mouth, and he is quick to pull you down to swallow it whole.

His cock is painfully hard and not long ago you could clearly see a spot, from where he was dripping precum. Now everything is soaked, and it is entirely your fault. The moment he had laid his hands on you, your whole body had set into breeding mode. Your breath turned short, your face red, your legs shaky, your nipples hard, your pussy wet, and nothing or no one could stop you from climbing the mountain, that is your husband.

“Mhm… Need, need you…” You take a shaky breath, in a desperate attempt to calm your voice enough to utter the words. “… You in… inside. Please… Oh please. Simon, please.” Your voice is dripping with need, and the words falling from your lips are barely understandable. But Simon understands enough.

“Anything…” A groan falls from his lips as you press your hips harder against him, it isn’t even intentionally, your body moving on its own.

“Love, gotta… oh fuck. You gotta… let me breathe…” His breaths coming out raspy, letting his head fall back into the pillows. He is trying to compose himself enough to get inside that pretty pussy of yours, but the way you’re grinding against him, has his mind blank. He can’t think about anything but you, and how good you make him feel. He is even more pent up than you, you at least had the time to make the worst go away. He hasn’t touched his cock in eight days, the last time he came was in you, right before he left. Just the thought of you while he was away, made him nearly dizzy. Price had to pull him out of his own head several times, but even on missions his mind always found you. Your soft skin, your smile, the way your eyes light up when you see him, your voice as you tell him about your day, the way your hand feels in his, your mind-numbingly beauty, the way you say his name, your moans, the whimpers he can pull from you with just a finger, the way you feel around him, you, you, you. You. Always you.

He can’t think anymore, his thoughts always filled with you, are mush. He can only register how good you feel, nothing in his mind. And he isn’t even inside, he is going to bust the moment his cock touches your sweet cunt. He needs you so bad. He needs you more than water. More than the air he breathes. If this was his last moments on Earth, he would die happy. Nothing more than you fills his senses. Now he just needs to fill you.

His muscles are flexing painfully, his whole body on edge, every nerve feels like it could snap, his entire body pent up, ready to bust any second. His hands are clenched by his side, his legs cramped up, and first as a soft feathery kiss is laid on his inner thigh does he realize your weight is missing. You aren’t sitting on him anymore and his underwear has been removed too. He tries to lift his head to look at you. But his body doesn’t move.

Another light kiss on his inner thigh, makes his body tense to a point he thinks it’s going to break. Whimpers and groans are leaving his lips like a waterfall, and drool is running slowly down his chin. His chest is covered in sweat, his dick is twitching almost violently, and his teary eyes are clenched shut.

You plant a last kiss on his thigh, just besides his balls and another whimper leaves his lips. He is sensitive. More sensitive than you think you have ever seen him before. It’s been years since you were separated for so long, normally it’s just a few days and you can both barely handle that. It has been over a week, you get pent up when he doesn’t touch you for a day. This is nothing short of torture.

Simon throws his head back in a silent cry, as you nose lightly grazes his ball. You bite softly down on his inner thigh and a moan slip past his lips. Normally he wouldn’t make a sound, he doesn’t like being vulnerable, but his mind is so blank he can’t even seem care. The enjoyment you get from the sounds he makes, is clearly shown in slick dripping down your thighs. The sheets under you already ruined, and you haven’t done anything.

You’re sitting on your knees between his thighs, you press your legs apart so your throbbing cunt can rub softly against the already soaked sheets. You whimper at the contact and your mind fall numb for a few seconds, before a soft gasp can be heard from Simon and you mission becomes clear. You must help your darling husband, he seems so tense, he needs relief, and it’s beyond clear that he can’t handle that himself.

Your lips brush his pelvic bone, and your lift yourself up on your elbows to have full access to his leaking cock. You grind your hips against the bed, and your moan mixes with his groans. You lean down to softly kiss the tip of his aching cock, you push your tongue out, and you softly kitten licks the tip.

No more than two grazes in, and his body cramps up. A delicious groan is pulled from Simon’s lips, his hand finds your head on instinct, as he takes a good grip in your hair. He pulls you back to his cock and a last soft kiss to the tip has him cumming undone. His body convulses and string after string of hot cum, falls over your face. Your mouth opens, trying to catch as much as possible. His hips are bucking into the air and his dick is twitching relentlessly. His mind is only filled with pleasure and no coherent thoughts is anywhere near him.

As he finally unloads it all on you and the bed, his lips stay open. Short, shaky breath leaves him, and his chest is falling rapidly. You let a hand run along his thigh, and his desperate sighs is more than enough to make you keep going. He always came so much and so many times, when he comes home after deployment. And you aren’t going to stop, when you know just how much your poor husband need this special treatment.

Your mind is almost as blank as Simon’s, but you desire to keep your husband cumming and happy is stronger than any lust could ever be. Your pussy is going to be second priority right now, it’s your darling husband’s sweet turn. You know how many loads he has in him normally, if he hasn’t cum his entire deployment, and he normally doesn’t, then he needs more than a single measly orgasm, a lot more.

His chest is rising and falling rapidly, and soft moans are escaping his swollen lips. He must have been biting them as he came, he does that sometimes, trying to keep his delicious sounds concealed. Not that he did a very good job this time.

“Gon’ make you cum’ again, pretty boy.” It’s more to yourself than him, but soft whimpers come from your husband. Your face is rubbing softly against his crotch, you let your tongue slip out running along his balls. Slowly pulling one into your mouth and sucking softly on the sensitive flesh. Simon’s hand is flung over his face in a desperate attempt to keep his flustered face hidden from your hungry eyes. You pull your lips off his balls with a ‘pop’ sound following, and a grin spreads on your lips.

“I love you soo’ much. Gon’ make you feel al’ good.” Muffled sounds can be heard from your husband, but his arm covering his face makes it hard to make out if he is saying something or if it’s just more pathetic whining. You wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, finally getting to put his sweet cock in your mouth. You wanted that for days, you missed his cock, his taste, him. You missed him so much. And what better way to show him than let him cum in your throat?

You pull your lips off, to lick a long strip up the underside of his cock. Before lapsing your lips back on his leaking tip and getting your first good taste of your darling husband. A mix of cum and precum was running down and the salty but sweet taste got your own body tensing, close to your own high. His hips are bucking into your awaiting mouth, letting his own body fight for the sweet relief of your lips. You swirl your tongue around the head and a soft moan leaves your lips. Simon groans at the added vibration from your sweet voice.

“Got’a… need’… baby… fuck… just… please… I need…” His soft voice is finally coherent enough for you to make out the words, even though there is no meaning behind them. Every word interrupted by a groan while you move you lips up and down his hard cock. It hadn’t softened at all after his first orgasm, and his movements were more than desperate.

“You got’ to speak up.” Not that your words were much more understandable than his, but it was so rare to see him like this. You needed to remember every moment of it, save it in your brain like an exceptionally good porno. Needed to save every whimper, every moan, every soft sound slipping past his bodacious lips, every damn movement. You needed it all engrained in your brain, like a light picture.

The view from his crotch up was godlike, his abs perfectly laid out before you, shiny and covered in sweat. The bumps of muscle sprawled out before you like a meal, and you are nothing, but a woman starved. You keep your attention on his cock, but the need to lick his abs. Taste the sweat on his hard stomach, kiss along the scars and feel his abs tense as you nibble at his skin. The urge to ride his abs, grind you swollen clit along his broad stomach, and make yourself cum just by grinding on his muscles. You know he would love it. He loves watching you, your every move, studying you, memorizing you. You could put on a show for him to remember.

Maybe take a hold of his soft pecs, the muscle on his chest jiggly and delicious. His chest was nothing short of breathtaking. Simon is a fucking baby, loving to suck on your chest, nibble and suck on your sensitive nipples. And as the sweet wife you are, you decide to repay the favour. You lick his tip a last time, before lifting yourself up. You press your chest against his stomach and groan escapes his lips, one of his large hands move to tangle into your hair. Your lips wrap around his nipple and a soft pull can be felt in your hair. You smile and as your teeth softly grazes his hardened bud, and the sweetest groan leaves him.

His grip tightens and he pulls you up so his sore lips can come in contact with yours. He is aggressive but in a sweet way. Pushing his mouth so firmly against yours, that for a moment your teeth touch. His tongue dominating and in control. You body is pulsing, clamping around nothing but air and occasionally when a breeze flows through the room you can truly feel how wet you are. A dripping mess for him, a river of desire for him and only him.

A light touch against your clit, makes your body collapse. You press your face against his neck burying yourself as a moan leaves your lips. His finger circles you again, slowly dipping down to collect some of your wetness to make the glide over you easier. As he comes back up and softly pinches you. A loud whimper escapes your lips, while your body desperately starts humping his hand. Fighting for any sort of friction, to make that awfully lust differ.

His lips find your neck, tracing his tongue along your jugular and planting a kiss right below your ear. He must have composed himself, because soft words leave his lips and you cum in an instant. The way he says, “cum for me darling,” has your entire body convulsing and cramping. You moan and whimper into his neck, biting down on the muscle of his shoulder. You pussy contracting around thin air, but begging, begging so desperately for his cock.

 “Please, ple’se, ple’ce.” Your words are hard to distinguish, and the letters warps together into a blur. But he understands it. More so from the way your body moves, the way your head falls back into the pillows, and the way you so desperately reach for him. He knows. He knows you so well. Every movement of your body is underlined for him, he has looked and studied them a hundred times over and he is sure of every twitch.

A smirk grows on his lips as a single digit of his snakes its way down your fragile body. His nail softly scratches the skin of your stomach as you grow more and more impatient. A whimper falls from your lips, and you buck your hips into the air to get his attention. His eyes find yours and he chuckles. Removing his finger from your stomach to set his hand down beside him. He lifts himself from the bed, to move down between your thighs.

The slightest moment of control seems to fall from his grasp as he sees the wetness dripping from your desperate pussy. His eyes light up and his tongue peaks out to lick himself around the lips like some starved animal. He falls to his elbows, his face now just inches away from you. He can smell you, the meal he is so desperate to taste. His eyes surveying your soft flesh, hungrily looking at your bare cunt. Inspecting your pussy.

The smile on his lips is soon gone, as his head is roughly pressed between your thighs. His tongue darts out to taste you, running along your tight walls, eagerly licking up everything you have to offer. Your screams and whimpers are not of short, as he grabs the back of your thighs with his hands and pulls you even closer. Pressing his nose against your soft bundle of nerves, while his tongue explores your insides. Your hand desperately reaches for anything to grab but finds nothing other than the soaked bed sheet. You moan, and as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, your hips buck into the air pressing even harder against his face. He laughs and the small amount of vibration is enough to push you over the edge.

Your high hits you like a wave, your body contorting and contracting in a mess of limps. You pussy doing anything to find back to him and his so sweet relief. Your hands finally finding something to hold and taking a firm grasp in his hair. You moan while you push his face against your cunt, milking every last drop of your orgasm from his sweet tongue.

You fall breathlessly back into the pillows, taking a moment to catch your breath. But not a second later, you whimper as Simon once again comes in contact with your pussy. He knows you are not done. You know it. But the orgasm that had just rippled through your body had taken its toll. But he and you was fully aware that if he just slightly pushed into you, you would be back on top of him etching him to move.

His finger runs slowly up, a gasp leaves you as his finger glides over your aching hole and another one as he just barely touches your clit.

“You gon’ give me another one. Need ‘nother one luv, come one darlin’, please. Need you to cum for me, y’know just once more. Please sweetheart, just once. Just cum for me once more, I’ll do wa’ever you ask. One time? I’ll make it worth your while.” The tone in his voice always made your knees weak, but with a slight hint of him begging for you to cum. Him begging? No one would believe you. But you know and that is enough. That the big strong sergeant is begging for you, saying he will do whatever you ask. With the fact that his digits are pushing into you, stretching you out, and your pussy is eager to welcome him.

Two of his fingers finds that sensitive little spot in you, and a gentle nudge and another soft whisper from him. “I’ll let you on my cock if you cum again, hmm? Promise to fuck ya’ real good luv.” You nod your head and bite down roughly on his shoulder. A groan escapes you and your body cramps in an instant. The heat enveloping makes you lightheaded, and the pulsing of your sensitive pussy makes your heart beat even faster. You cum around him in a sweel of cuss words and praise. Your body pulling him closer to you in anyway possible, wrapping any part you can around him.

Your mouth agape and legs falling apart, the view in which from Simon sees you is astounding. His beautiful wife, spread open for him. Whimpering at any soft contact and begging for him to touch you.

Your eyes find his and the lust in his makes you crave the sweet taste of him even more. You need him more than air to breathe.

“You are such a good fucking girl for me.”

His hands roughly grab the fat of your thighs and pulls you into his lap. Your still twitching pussy rubbing against his throbbing cock. His hands move to feel the soft ski of your waist and gently rub his thump against you lowest rib. The few seconds of gentleness is quickly overthrown by his own his eagerness to feel you and you no longer remaining self-control.

Before you realise you are pushed into a pillow, his right arm holding him over you as his left is helping him push the dripping head of his cock against your eager pussy. You whimper at the soft contact and a scream of pleasure rips from your chest as his slams into you. Filling you to the brim. His pace is set, hammering into you as he pulls your legs to rest on top of his shoulders. Letting his cock hit you at a new angle, a different string of sounds leaves you as you get used to the girth of your husband’s cock.

You clamp down around him as another orgasm is ripped from your body. Leaving you shaking as he continues the bruising of your cervix. His gaze meets yours and his eyes has a faint haze to them, he isn’t thinking he is running on pure adrenaline and lust. He is only thinking about the way you feel around him, the way you squeeze and moan. The way your hands are gripping at the hairs on his neck. The way your legs are pulling him closer. The way you bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself mildly composed. He only thinks about you.

“You feel so good luv’, can’t last long like this.” His words are a mess between heavy breathing and whimpers. You nod and pull him closer, your hands pulling his chest against yours. Running your hands up to his shoulders and down to his biceps to get a grip as his movements speed up.

He is so close, he can’t control himself any longer. His movements getting sloppy and unprecise as his body tenses.

“I’m gonna fill ya’ up yeah? Be a good girl for me and take it.” His words are followed by grunts and the feral movements of his body is all you need to know. You pull him tighter against you, whimpering against his ear and nothing else is needed for him to come undone. Groans falling from his lips, his body contracting and convulsing as he pushes harder against you. His head falling against your shoulder as a last string of cuss words escapes him.

…

"Dear Y/N L/N Riley,

Your intimate relationship with the Sergeant, Simon Riley, is to be none of the officers’ concerns. But as of late, a law of the state has been broken.

As the laws dictate, all destruction of government property is prohibited. As official, Sergeant Riley is defied as such, therefore the damages that have come to the Sergeant is classified as a crime.

You will not be incriminated for this instantaneously, but this shall refrain from repeating.

Regards, Captain Price

-don’t let this repeat Y/N, we cannot have Ghost running around with love bites on his neck in uniform."

Your cheeks are burning. You would have never guessed them to send a letter regarding sexual intercourse with your husband. But this only taught you one thing. Don’t leave hickies where others could see.

I've had this is my drafts for months and I just never pulled myself together to finish it. But now I finally did, the ending is a bit rushed but I would rather write something than nothing. I hope you liked it.

[aliwritex]

dad!franco headcanons 💐

Before the baby was born, when the furniture for the nursery started arriving he insisted on putting it together himself because he was ‘totally capable of doing so’. And you believed him, but he had a flaw, he never actually read the instructions, only quickly looked at the pictures and guessed it was enough. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. “what happened? i thought you were almost done” you were surprised to see multiple parts of the crib back on the floor “i used the wrong screw, so i was missing some long ones, so i had to got back to get them” “leave it be for tonight, yeah? i’ll help you with it tomorrow” The next morning everything went smoothly as you actually read the steps and organized the different screws and parts by numbers.

You enjoyed being pregnant more than you thought you would, because of your active lifestyle and young age pregnancy was very easy on you. And most of your days were spent on walks, pilates classes and buying. Almost every day you were doing deep research on the best products of each category and online shopping. Especially if Franco wasn’t home, it was the best way to spend time and feel less lonely. You would always call him when things arrived, showing him everything and putting it away in the nursery.

Franco cried way more than you expected when your son was born. Maybe it was because of the exhaustion of being awake with you for 13 hours of labor, maybe he was just very emotional. You were in a bubble for a second when they finally handed you the baby — and it was a short second because you still had more to deliver. But as soon as you were all cleaned up, taken care of and sound asleep Franco turned his full attention to the baby. When you woke up he was humming and the baby was sleeping in his bare chest, only a blanket covering their bodies. “i love you two” you whispered to them

Nothing made Teo happier than seeing his dad come home from work. He was always all smiles when Franco walked through the door or waking up to him when he got home in the middle of the night. “hey” you whispered into the dark nursery “you didn’t need to get up, i got home just in time for his bottle” “thank you, my love, but i’ll take it from here, you go shower so we can go back to sleep” you’d be too tired by the time he was done to say anything about him sneaking Mateo in the bed with you.

Your favorite thing in the world was seeing them sleeping together. It seemed that your boyfriend had magical arms because no matter how fussy or upset Teo was, the second Franco picked him up it was like he couldn’t keep his eyes open, bonus points for chupi and blankie. That’s what you missed the most when he was away, you didn’t have the same patience if Teo was throwing a tantrum to skip his nap times or pushback bed time. You never understood what was so magical about Papa’s chest that made him fall asleep in minutes, if anything you were supposed to be more comfortable – you had two natural pillows! “¡Papa!” your son whined and ran from you when he heard the front door open. “¿que pasa, mi amor?” he picked him up and the crying stopped almost immediately but as Franco made his way in he realized the boy wasn’t the only one crying “vida? what’s wrong? what happened?” he asked but you just buried your face on his other shoulder, letting your tears soak up his shirt. “i’m sorry, ‘t’s nothing, let me take him” “what? no. what the fuck happened here?” he asked calmly “what are you even sorry for?” “not being enough for him, for you. god, i’ve been wrestling him to go to bed for so long, then you get here and boom, he’s out. i just didn’t know what to do anymore” he heard your confession and hugged you tighter, rubbing his palm on your back. “you could’ve called me. i’ll be back in a second. always call me if it gets too much” he kissed the top of your head.

When Franco was home he was in charge of putting Mateo down for his morning nap while you cooked lunch. This one monday though, he had just gotten home a couple hours before but insisted on following your routine, so he sat on the couch with his son, arm wrapped around him to support the bottle in his mouth. Franco was the one to fall asleep instead of the child, who slipped from his dads hold. When he woke up you were standing in front of him, taking a picture of his sticker covered face. “I told you I could put him down if you were too tired” you said, taking the bottle from his hand — that had spilled all over your decorative pillows. “Did he sleep?” you chuckled and pointed to the floor, where your son slept hugging his favorite stuffed animal.

[itsjaywalkers]

nada que perder

jegulus microfic (not really micro tho you guys know me lmao) | 3.4k | very questionable age gap (it's left ambiguous in this one but reg is 17 and james is . 31) (nothing actually happens between them but just in case), unrequited love (or is it..), loosely based in this spanish show i've been obsessed with lately

James climbs up the rusty stairs of the building as he rolls his shoulders lightly, in an attempt to get rid of the sense of unfamiliarity hanging off him. He supposes that he just needs some time to become used to the new place, but he spent years and years of his life coming over to Alphard’s old house. And besides, this flat isn’t exactly an upgrade from the little estate where the man had been living in less than a month ago. 

But, then again, this development is partly James’ fault, so he probably shouldn’t be sharing his opinion on the place, or the new neighbourhood for that matter. It’s already bad enough that he, Alphard and Frank have all been transferred to Orion’s station. Shitty flats and mildly dangerous neighbourhoods are the least of their worries. 

He rubs at his eyes, fingers slipping under his glasses, before he lets out a soft sigh. Honestly, this whole thing feels like a fucking joke. If it weren’t for Alphard and Frank, James would’ve already quit. Sure, he loves his job—most of the time, at least—but not enough to bear this kind of torture. He has to answer to Lucius Malfoy now, for fuck’s sake. The thought of it is almost enough to make him nauseous. 

James sighs one more time, and then he finally knocks on the door. He hears some shuffling inside nearly immediately, and some muffled yelling that drags a little smile out of him. 

The door opens less than twenty seconds later, James being greeted with a pair of steely eyes and tousled black curls. 

His grin widens. 

“Oh,” the boy mumbles, leaning against the doorframe. He doesn’t reciprocate James’ smile, but he visibly brightens, gaze turning soft around the edges. “Hi, James.”

“Hey,” James greets him back with a slight tilt of his head. “Is Regulus now, right?”

The boy nods, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah,” Regulus replies, suddenly sounding a little shy. He averts his eyes, and James has to bite his tongue to stop himself from poking fun at him. “You like it?”

“‘Course,” James says without missing a beat, and he truly means it. It took a bit to get used to, that’s why he refused to visit Alphard for a couple of weeks, until he was sure he wasn’t going to slip up. But he believes it suits the boy perfectly. “It’s really pretty.”

“You think so?” Regulus questions, staring up at James with big, shiny eyes. There’s a soft pink spreading all over his cheeks. 

“Absolutely. And I can still call you Reggie.”

“Always,” Regulus agrees with a tiny nod. The corners of his mouth twitch, and even though his lips don’t completely curl upwards, James still takes it as a win. “Do you want to come in?”

James chuckles gently. “That was kinda the plan, yes.”

The blush on Regulus’ face worsens, but then he’s stepping aside, turning his head away from James. Still, the tip of his ears are red, and all that colour seems to spread even down his neck and to his collarbones, which are peeking from his white shirt. Regulus doesn’t seem to be wearing anything apart from his briefs under them, so James assumes he must be getting ready for school.

“Where’s your uncle?” James asks as he begins to make his way down the hall before Regulus slides in front of him, halting his advances. 

“Why? Are you here to pick him up?” Regulus arches an eyebrow. James represses a snort at the way the boy has to crane his neck up to look him in the eye. He thinks Regulus might be trying to appear intimidating. 

“Yup. First day on the new station and all, figured it would be nice,” James says with a shrug. “Also, he’ll end up being late otherwise.” 

Regulus huffs. “That is if he even shows up.”

“Oh, he will. I’ll make sure of it, trust me.”

“Good. Andy will kill him otherwise.” 

“I’m surprised she hasn’t yet,” James admits, amused.

“She nearly did, when my uncle first dropped the news,” Regulus sighs, tucking a curl behind his ear. “She wasn’t very happy about moving. And seeing the flat definitely didn’t help.”

James clicks his tongue, eyes roaming briefly around the hall, and even though there isn’t much to see just yet, he understands Andromeda’s reluctance quite well. The walls are stained near the ceiling, and most of the paint is chipped. He catches sight of a box at the end of the hall, probably because they still haven’t had time to finish unpacking. The carpet looks old and worn-out and like it hasn’t been cleaned in years. James has to make an active effort to not turn his nose up at the sight of it.

“C’mon, it’s not that bad,” James mutters, avoiding Regulus’ eyes as he runs a hand through his hair. “It has a—a certain charm. It’s sort of, um, cosy? In a way? Yeah, ah, very cosy, and, and welcoming—”

Regulus lets out a little snort, but before it can develop into a proper laugh, the boy covers his mouth with a hand, pressing harshly and schooling his expression into something more serious. 

“Shut up,” Regulus murmurs, gaze downcast. James can only smirk at him, before he attempts to pull the boy’s hand away from his face. He doesn’t get far, because Regulus swats his fingers, but it’s worth it nonetheless, if only because of the roll of eyes and the tiny smile it earns him. “You’re not funny.”

“Really? Because you were laughing,” James teases him cheekily, crouching slightly to take a peek at his grin.

Regulus turns his face away, but James doesn’t miss the way his lips spread a little wider. 

“Barely,” the boy sniffs. “This place fucking sucks.” 

James feigns a gasp, clutching dramatically at his chest. “My god, Reggie,” James scolds him halfheartedly. “The mouth on you. What would your uncle say?”

“Please, my uncle is even worse,” Regulus scoffs. James can only chuckle under his breath because, well, yeah. Alphard swears even more than James, and that’s saying a lot. 

“Still. You used to be so proper with your words,” James points out, raising both eyebrows. “Such an obedient boy.”

“Well, not anymore,” Regulus retorts with a defiant raise of his chin. He’s still blushing, however, so it doesn’t have much of an effect. Not like Regulus could ever inspire in James anything apart from fondness. Maybe exasperation too, on occasion, because he does love to be difficult just for the sake of it. “I’m almost an adult now, you know.”

James snorts loudly, a furrow immediately appearing in Regulus’ brow. “Is that so?” 

“Are you mocking me?” Regulus inquires, voice tight, his mouth twisting into a pout. 

“Never.” James places a hand over his heart, shaking his head as he bites the inside of his cheek to keep his grin at bay. “It’s just—you’re barely seventeen, Reggie.”

“Like I said, almost an adult,” Regulus insists with a firm nod. 

“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.”

“And you know what that means, right, James?” 

Regulus’ expression shifts as he takes a step closer, until there’s nearly no space between their bodies. Regulus watches him from under his lashes, eyes wide and bright and puppy-like, the red on his cheeks still very much there, and James tenses up almost immediately. 

He considers stepping away, but ultimately decides against it. Showing any kind of reaction will only get Regulus’ hopes up, regardless of rejection. James must remain either indifferent or mildly amused. The boy will see anything else as a possible open, and James can’t have that. Not when they’ve been treading this very thin line for nearly a year. 

James had hoped that this… change, or discovery, or whatever Regulus prefers to call it, would help with his silly crush on James, but apparently coming out as a boy hasn’t diffused Regulus’ feelings. If anything, it only seems to have made him bolder. 

“Sure,” James replies, shrugging one shoulder, his tone casual. “It means you’re gonna be eighteen.”

Regulus exhales loudly through his nose, and James has to repress the sudden urge to coo and pinch his cheeks. 

He looks so disappointed. James hates to be the one to put that sort of expression on that adorable face, but he refuses to entertain his delusions, no matter how much he cares about him. 

“Yes,” Regulus agrees, stilted. “Legally an adult.”

“You’re always gonna be a kid in my eyes.”

Regulus’ frown becomes even more pronounced, and his pout comes back full force. James’ heart gives a painful flip at the sight, and he can’t help but hate himself a little because of it. 

“Anyways, are you gonna let me through, or…” James says, scratching at the side of his jaw, at his stubble. “No offence, Reggie, you know I love our chats, but—”

“In a moment,” Regulus mutters, squirming a little in place before he puffs out his chest and meets James’ gaze head on. “You haven’t greeted me properly.”

James blinks at him, and then raises an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Because I’m pretty sure I said hi as soon as you opened the door—”

“That’s not what I mean,” Regulus protests, and for a second, James is convinced he’s going to stomp his foot. “It’s just—you’ve always been more affectionate, and I, I haven’t seen you in weeks, and because now I look like—like this, so different, then maybe—”

“Reggie, love, it has nothing to do with that, you hear me?” James cuts him off a bit more sharply than intended, one of his hands twitching with the need to reach out. “Nothing. You’re still the same to me, and the care and affection I feel for you—that’s never gonna change, okay?”

“Okay,” Regulus responds in a whisper, gaze so filled with adoration James nearly has to look away.

He sighs. “Fine, what do you want? A hug? You missed me that much, Reggie?”

“Yes, I did,” Regulus tells him without missing a beat, and James’ teasing smile falls slightly. He swallows. “And I was thinking about a kiss, actually.”

“Reg,” James says, the warning clear in his tone. 

“On the cheek!” Regulus rushes to clarify, blinking rapidly at him, all innocent and genuine. James knows better than to believe him, though. “You used to kiss me on the cheek constantly.”

“Yeah, when you were, like, fourteen—”

“Didn’t you say I’m always going to be a kid in your eyes? It shouldn’t make that much of a difference.”

“I guess, but—”

“Come on, Jamie,” Regulus insists, whiny and needy and so sweet, always so painfully sweet. “I haven’t seen you in so long.”

“I know, Reggie, and I missed you too, I really did, but I’m just not sure if that’s a good idea—”

“Please,” Regulus murmurs, pressing even closer, to the point James can feel the warmth radiating from the boy’s body. Suddenly, he’s hyper aware of his state of undress, of the fact that he’s only wearing briefs under his school shirt.

James traps his lower lip between his teeth, and he pretends that he doesn’t notice the way Regulus follows the movement with his eyes, pupils dilating. 

He should refuse. James knows he should refuse. This madness has been going on for far too long, since Regulus was fifteen, and what James used to believe was sort of cute and natural, something that would pass on its own after a few months, has been growing to the point James feels like it’s getting out of his control. And now that Regulus seems to be feeling confident enough to do more than glance longingly at him and blush whenever James is close, he knows he ought to put a definite end to it. Nip the whole thing from the bud. Even if that means breaking Regulus’ heart. It’ll be better for him in the long run.

The problem is that James has never been good at denying Regulus anything. He’s always been his only weakness, and that hasn’t changed. James doesn’t think it ever will. 

“Okay,” James sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, but his mouth twitches helplessly when Regulus beams at him. “But only one,” he reminds the boy, raising a finger and pointing it at Regulus, who nods quickly. “And on the cheek. No games, Reggie, and I fucking mean that.”

“I swear,” Regulus assures him, nodding once more. He’s getting on his tiptoes a second later, and James exhales softly, staying put, allowing Regulus to go for it.

At first, Regulus does keep his word. He presses his lips softly to the high of James’ cheek, and automatically, not giving it much thought, James wraps an arm around Regulus’ waist, hand resting on the small of his back. He feels the boy’s smile against the side of his face.

Regulus lingers there for longer than necessary, but James indulges him, endlessly endeared. And besides, he did mean it when he said that he had missed Regulus. He adores the boy, and putting some distance between them wasn’t an easy choice. It’s been hard on James, too, even though he’s aware that he’s doing the right thing. Having Regulus in his arms once again feels good, and James wishes it could always be like this. Easy affection and sweet touches. 

James squeezes lightly and Regulus finally pulls away, a big smile taking all over his expression. However, he doesn’t go too far, and after looking at James for a couple of seconds, he dives in again, although this time, his mouth changes trajectory, the intentions behind the movement clear. 

He manages to avoid it at the last second, turning his head enough for Regulus’ lips to press against the corner of his mouth instead. James stiffens up, fingers spasming where they’re resting on Regulus’ back, on his waist. The scent of strawberries fills his senses, making James slightly dizzy, urging him to bury his nose in those lovely curls, to pull the boy even closer.

James makes sure to swat the idea away before it can take root, before his body can think of listening to it.  

“Regulus,” James hisses in warning. 

The boy giggles against his skin, but he obeys, stepping away, a mischievous grin curving his lips. James pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, and wills himself not to yell. 

He still has his arms wrapped around Regulus.

“Oops,” the boy comments, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. “My bad.”

“You can’t do that shit, Reg,” James tells him sternly, and yet, his voice doesn’t come off as angry as it probably should. “We’ve talked about this. You know better. Fuck, this isn’t—”

“Okay, okay,” Regulus huffs out, still smiling, raising his hands in mock surrender. He can be such a menace. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, yeah? I promise.”

“I’m not sure if I can trust you after what you just pulled—”

“Don’t be a baby, Jamie, it was nothing—”

“You and I both know it’s not so simple—”

“Regulus!” a voice exclaims from somewhere behind the boy. Andromeda. “Who is it!?”

“It’s just James!” he answers in the same tone.

James lets go of Regulus as if burnt, and he also takes a few steps away from him, just in case, his heartbeat quickening to the point he can hear it rumbling inside his head. Regulus watches him with his head tilted to the side, blinking at him with feigned confusion. 

He squints his eyes at the boy, his jaw clenched, but before he gets the chance to open his mouth, Andromeda’s head is poking out from the end of the hall, smile pulling wide at his lips the moment her eyes settle on James. 

James forces himself to reciprocate the gesture, swallowing back down the bile that tries to climb up his throat. 

“What are you doing, standing there like an idiot?” she huffs out, visibly amused. “Come in! I bet you haven’t had any breakfast yet.”

“I had a coffee,” James argues, adjusting his belt and the holster attached to it. “And a fag.”

“Typical,” Andromeda scoffs. “Luckily for you, there’s more than enough food for you too. I had a feeling you were gonna be here today.”

“You know me too well.”

“That, and Alphard has been whining all morning about how he refuses to go to work.”

James lets out a resigned sigh. “Figures. Don’t worry, Andy, I’ll drag his stubborn ass to the station myself.”

“Good,” she chuckles, and then he’s focusing on Regulus, his expression shifting into something more serious. “And you, go get dressed! It’s nearly eight already, you’re gonna be late at this rate and you haven’t even finished your breakfast yet.”

“Fine,” Regulus groans, rolling his eyes so hard his head tilts back. He turns around, beginning to make his way towards his cousin, but not without throwing one last glance at James over his shoulders, giving him a cheeky smile. 

“Hurry up,” Andromeda urges him, swatting him with the cloth she’s holding when Regulus walks past her. “If we get another call about your tardiness you’re gonna be grounded for a bloody month.”

“But I already missed the bus,” Regulus complains. “I’m gonna have to walk again—”

“Fuck, Regulus, you’re a mess.” Andromeda shuts her eyes briefly, massaging her temples. “This is why you should’ve agreed to leave with Sirius, he could’ve given you a ride—”

“Over my dead body,” Regulus snarls, hands curling into fists.

Andromeda clicks her tongue, and James arches an eyebrow at her, the question clear in the gesture. 

“They’re currently not speaking to each other,” she explains, deadpan. “Again.” 

James isn’t quick enough to suppress a snort, and he has to purse his lips to keep more from coming when Regulus turns to scowl at him. 

“What happened this time?” he asks her, despite all his attention being on Regulus.

“None of your fucking business,” Regulus snaps as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Sirius is just being a prick, is all.”

“Language,” Andromeda scolds him, but it’s weak, half-hearted. She focuses on James a second later, and she seems to light up a little.  “Oi, James, could you drive Reg and Tonks to school? Please?”

Regulus visibly perks up at this, and he gives James a pleading look, the puppy-like kind, the one James has always been unable to resist. 

“Uh,” he starts, running a hand through his hair, avoiding both Regulus and Andromeda’s gazes. “I don’t know, Andy, it’s the first day on the new job, and me and the guys can’t afford to—”

“It shouldn’t take too long,” Andromeda insists. “Reg won’t make it in time otherwise, and he can’t afford to be late again. And Ted can’t drop Tonks off at school today, he had to leave early for a meeting—”

“Fine, fine, okay!” James interrupts her, cursing himself internally. “But we need to leave in ten, yeah?”

“Thank you!” Andromeda says, rushing down the hall to hug James so tightly he swears his ribs crack. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Honestly, what would we do without you?”

“I ask myself that question every morning,” James huffs with a shake of his head. He raises his head, gazing at Regulus over Andromeda’s shoulder. “C’mon, Reggie, go get ready. And bring Tonks too.”

Regulus nods, and the grin he offers James rivals the goddamn sun. “You’re the best, Jamie.” 

He disappears around the corner right after, and James feels a pull at his stomach he attributes to its emptiness. Perhaps Andromeda, with all her nagging, is right. She does tend to be, after all. 

“I owe you one,” she sighs, pulling away. She squeezes James’ arms gently, smiling up at him, and then she’s grabbing him by the wrist and pulling, dragging him with her down the hall. “Now let’s get you something to eat, you have time for some toast before you leave.”

“Don’t be silly, you don’t owe me shit. You never do. I’m happy to help, Andy. You’re family. All of you are,” James tells her honestly, barely repressing a wince. “I won’t say no to some toast, though,” he adds a bit cheekily. 

Andromeda throws her head back and laughs, and all of James’ worries vanish with the sound. 

Or at least, the ones that don’t concern a certain black-haired boy do.

[bettystonewell]

Must Love Dogs

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Colonel needs to take a leak. Rather than risk the stench of dog piss in their already rank motel room, Dean, begrudgingly, obliges. It’s lucky(?) he does.

Word Count: 900 words

Tags: language, terrible pick up lines, humour, bad puns, Dean picks up—————————————————————Read on AO3 || Masterlist

Dean rubbed the sleep further into his eyes. 

Where’d that damn dog go?

The least he could’ve done is thank him for letting him out of the room. Just because he took the potion and could communicate with him didn’t mean he needed to be woken up. Sammy was right there. And closest to the door. 

The Colonel hadn’t even given him the chance to put on pants, let alone his boots or socks, before he was scratching away their security deposit, and the hunter had no choice but to walk outside into the crisp morning air with bare feet after him. 

Luckily, he was wearing boxers.

Luckier still, he always wore them over briefs and this print left less to the imagination than his regular ones did. 

Dean shut room one-oh-two off from the world and stepped away from the safety of the pavement and onto the gravel flooring of the car park with a grimace. Those tiny ass pebbles hurt. 

He looked around to his right, then to his left, but the Colonel was nowhere in sight. 

Fuck. 

“Here boy!” He whistled. 

“Hey!” he hissed next. 

Yes, Dean was rocking the ‘just stumbled outta bed look,’ but that didn’t mean he wanted to draw anymore attention to himself. 

It was after five. 

The sun was up. 

He couldn’t tell you the last time he’d seen a sunrise that hadn’t involved him wrapping up a salt and burn first, and chances were, the louder he was, someone freakier than Sammy was bound to... 

“Is he yours?” A friendly voice called out.

Fuck. It had to be a chick.

His head turned in your direction to find you standing on the other side of the lot to him. Leaning, rather, because the Colonel’s doggy mitts pushed against your shoulders. 

Where’d you come from? Because it was nothing but bony bushes and an empty street behind them two seconds ago.

“She smells great,” the mutt said, between licks to your smiling cheeks. “You should try sniffin’ her butt.”

Dean’s eyes widened as you giggled, unaware of the perv molesting your face. 

While he couldn’t comment on your scent, you sure looked damn fine in the tight yoga pants that stressed your curves underneath them.  

Whatever was holding up the ladies was doing a marvellous job, too.

“Alright. Down, boy.” Dean scowled and trotted over to you on the balls of his feet. 

Ow. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Shit. Shit. Was it that wrong to punch a dog?

“Yeah, ah, he’s mine.” He grinned as he pulled up beside you with a touch of suave to his attempted swagger.

“No, I’m not,” came the expected retort.

Dean grabbed the Colonel’s scruff and yanked him off of you, thumping into the fur of the dog’s rump with a heavy hand. It was the next best thing to his fist. Better still, when the Colonel whined like a little bitch over it.

“That’s enough, buddy,” Dean said with a boyish chuckle. “Sorry ‘bout that.” 

“No, no. It’s fine.” You bent down to rub the mutt’s neck affectionately. “He’s adorable.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Was he game to ask you for your number and play the douche from one of them chick flicks? 

Hell yeah, he was. 

They would be in town for at least another two nights with the way this case was going, so if John Cusack could do it, he could do it too.

“You know who else is adorable?” He clicked his tongue and winked at you, forgetting all about his lack of ensemble just as you noticed it.

“Oh.” The sun picked up the amusement in your eyes as they travelled up his frame and landed in the general area of his junk. “You or Scooby?” 

You were neck a neck with that part of him height wise, and he looked down to see Ol’ Scoob staring back at you.

Now, there was nothing wrong with a grown man wearing boxer shorts bearing a cartoon dog. Especially ones of this calibre. They wouldn’t make them in his size if there was a problem, no matter what Sam or anyone else, including you, said, and Dean stood tall with pride. 

Think, man, think.

He could work with this, he could. You seemed open to his advances, and he went all out with a lick of his lips and a raise of both brows. “Not me. I’m awesome.” He held his hand out and helped you to your feet again. “But would ya do me for a Scooby Snack?”

That earned him a grin, your hand smoothing his shoulder, and what he swore was an eye roll from the Colonel. 

“You’re a bigger douchebag than I thought,” he said, but Dean’s focus remained on you.

“How about the snack first? Meet me at Rocky’s Bar tonight at eight.”

Oh, hell yes.

“Maybe you should wear something besides this so I can solve the mystery myself, though.” And with that, you walked away, leaving Dean stunned. Your hips, swaying from side to side, had to be on purpose. 

“I owe you one, buddy,” Dean muttered, patting the Great Dane covering his crotch and not the real life canine next to him.

“What about me?” The Colonel’s bark had you twisting around one last time to wave. “That mutt might’ve saved your ass, but I got you out here in the first place.” ”You’re lucky I love dogs,” Dean hissed through his goofy grin.

”And you’re lucky she does.”

Read on AO3 || Masterlist———————————————————Thank you so much for reading! I dunno about anyone else, but even if someone with a face like Dean/Jensen used that on me, I don’t think I’d be all that friendly.

Coming soon - Snickerdoodles & Special Sauce - 31/02

(Multiple POV - SMUT - 3 Parts - 18+)

‘Twas the night of fake Christmas and all through the halls, creatures were stirring, eventually on all fours… or …Mrs Butters isn’t just messing with Dean’s underwear drawer. She’s messing with your love lives, too. Dubious Consent by Eggnog.—————————————————————

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[omoghouls]

Andhwjsj still thinking about it

He's taught these classes hundreds of times, done these introduction days even more- go over the ground rules, the syllabus, get a grasp on how the students will be like-

Now, if he could only get a grasp on his bladder. He knows not to drink that tea in the faculty lounge. It always filtered through his kidneys far too fast.

But, of course, he had to have woken up after his alarm. Of course, his throat burned from the brisk walk to the hall, and, of course, he had to down the tea like his life depended on it.

He could just end the class early, tell them he's feeling gracious, and wants them to take that time to go gather the required text books- but he's a stubborn man, determined to hold it like a proper professor.

His knuckles whiten from the grip he has on the podium- his voice a bit strained as he impatiently waits for the projector to sync with his laptop.

His bladder protest, not liking to be ignored. He presses his thighs together, squeezing those muscles until they ached with tension. So close to full-on bouncing from foot to foot while standing in front of the pupils in the lecture hall.

He grits his teeth and continues on, his own voice droaning out as his mind lingers, focusing more on keeping the flood back rather than explaining office hours and technology policies- fuck he's so close, class is almost over.

But, he can feel the stinging/tingling sensation of piss brimming and waiting at the end of his cock, the littlest dribble leaking past his handless holdings. His underwear quickly absorbing it, but that little leak has his body crave more- god if he could just let go right now,,,,feeling his bladder relax in an audible hiss as piss pours from him, quickly saturating his pants, puddling beneath him in pathetic drips and drops as he can only groan, curling in on himself as everyone watches the teacher piss himself.

He restrains, barley.

"N-now there's still technically 15 minutes left of class but," he pauses, swallowing hard, "I will allow an early dismissal for today to give you all an opportunity to find your other classes or to gather the necessary materials for next week," he says.

The students just shrug, taking it as a simple good grace on their professor's part rather than the reality of him being seconds away from pissing himself.

Thankfully, no students linger in the lecture hall, allowing him to quickly gather his things and make an escape to the faculty washroom.

However,,,,the requires a flight of stairs. He almost wants to cry from the aching pressure laying heavy on his bladder. He pauses, tightly gripping himself when given the opportunity of solitude in the stairwell- fingers curling against the fabric of his pants, unsure if the dampness he's feeling is from the previous leak or from sweat coating his inner thighs from clenching for so long.

He regains enough control to continue on. One shaky step, then another, then....his pen slipping from his sloppily gathered materials. He doesn't even realize until his shoe steps on it, rolling just enough to catch him off guard.

Hiss

Oh god, oh fuck

Hiss, pssshhh

He squats down, discarding his papers and laptop to the side as both hands dive between his thighs. He trembles, squatting on the stairwell as piss floods past his fingers in angry heavy rivets. Echoing in the enclosed space

The urine puddles, trickling down each step like a river joining a lake- it puddling all the way down to the pausing area of the staircase.

He gasp, no longer even trying to hold it back, just allowing his strained bladder to release, give into the need like an untrained man. Tears prick his eyes when he glances down at the mess he's created.

He tilts his head back, closing his eyes for a moment to gather himself out of this humiliating bliss. At least he was alone in this.

Click

"Professor?"

Fuck

[tomhockstetter7-111]

Highest Form of Empathy - Chapter 7

2k+ Words

Logan x empath!reader

It's a blessing and a curse, feeling other's pain. More so when you can take it away, albeit at the expense of your own peace. One-night stands were a usual for you. That's all this was supposed to be. But, seeing someone in so much pain, you couldn't leave him like that. You just couldn't. Besides, it's not like you'd ever see him again.....

Chapter CW: Drinking, Mentions of Drug/Alcohol Abuse

Masterlist

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Mid-January, 2006

Westchester, New York

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"Oh my GOD!"

Enough is enough. You storm out of your room and make way for Logan's down the hall. It's been a week of this nightmare bullshit, and you've only had two actual nights of sleep, not in a row mind you. Not to mention that even when you do sleep, his emotions are strong enough to flood your dreams and, worse, exacerbate any nightmare you might be having yourself. 

Waking hours haven’t been that great either. Just yesterday there was a disaster simulation the group had scheduled in the Danger Room. You, being new, not to mention mildly injured, spent it more or less shadowing Storm. But, your performance went about as well as your fight with Logan the day before. Of course, it didn't help that he was in the room with you during the simulation, always close by and shooting you venomous looks. It pissed you off. He had clearly hurt you badly and didn't seem to give two shits about it. The least he could do was apologize, even shallowly.

But, it doesn’t matter now.

As you make your way down the hall, you're not quite sure what your plan is. But, you figure you'll decide once you get there. Work begins again tomorrow, and whatever happens tonight can't possibly be worse than not sleeping at all. And, by God, you're getting sleep tonight no matter the cost.

When you hear Scott calling your name from behind you, you don't stop until you reach Logan's door. 

"Stop!” He whisper yells. “You're gonna get hurt.” Damn him. He must've heard you get up. Or, maybe he was never asleep to begin with.

"Look!" you said pointing a finger in his face. "You all may be content to let him scream out his woes every goddamn night. But, I have arguably the hardest power to deal with here, and I can't do my fucking job if I don't sleep well. I can feel every little thing he does from down the hall behind my fucking door!" You point to your room. "So, I suggest you march your ass back to bed and let me handle this the way I know how."

Scott just stands there taken aback, and you wager a guess that you're the first person to be this forward with him in a while. "Just be careful, alright?" He warns with a level of worry you didn't expect from him. Perhaps he was there when that other person got hurt.

You sigh, exhausted. "If I get hurt, it's my fault. Just...let me deal with this." 

Begrudgingly, Scott stands back. But, you can tell he isn't walking away, though.

You roll your eyes. You turn around and slowly open the door before taking in the scene before you. Clothes and empty glass bottles, mostly whiskey, lie everywhere, and it smells heavily of alcohol, sweat, and cigars. An unconscious Logan lies in bed, occasionally thrashing his head about. You can't help but notice there's a pill bottle on his nightstand and you press your mouth into a thin line at the sight. 

You only make it a few steps inside before freezing. The shift in atmosphere is heavy, palpable. Logan's emotions, the terror and anxiety, are a tsunami of dense air. Suddenly, it's no wonder he's such a hard head, and you feel your frustration towards him dissipate, replaced with a faint worry.

You shut the door as quiet as you can, an easy feat given Logan's loud groaning, before creeping towards him, painfully aware of every little creak the floor makes under you. You freeze completely when a bottle you kick rolls under the bed. The echo of the glass rings in your ears, but, when your eyes flicker back to Logan, he remains undisturbed. The closer you get the worse the pain is, and you grit your teeth upon realizing your chest flaring up. You quietly gasp for air and bring your hands to your chest in an attempt to calm yourself. It's not yours. The dread, the devastation, it's not yours. You’re safe.

You’re inches away from his bed when an arm thrashes out to the side, causing you to stumble back before catching yourself on the bedside table. The orange bottle staggers, and you scramble to catch it before it hits the ground. You can barely read the label in the dim moonlight, but your eyes adjust just enough to see "Nembutal" typed in large letters. Holy shit...

Logan lets out another grumble. He seems to be saying a name. Layla? Ella? You hear him loud and clear when he cries out, "Wait. Victor, no!"

Hardening your resolve, you return the bottle to its spot on the table and take a deep breath as you crouch down by his head. Gently, you place a hand on his upper arm. He groans a little but barely stirs. You steady yourself in preparation for what's to come, vaguely remembering how utterly incapacitated you were last time. But, you still slept fine that night. You still worked fine. You'll be fine this time, too. You have to be.

Focusing your energy, you make sure to conjure up visions of your father, some of the only pleasant images in life that you have left. They flood your memory. You see his face brighten after you shoot your first deer, feel his arms around you after breaking your leg from a tree fall, him laughing at your mother when she took a wrong turn to Vancouver...the week before the crash. You smile at the memories, still so vivid in your mind. The one from the boat with the orcas stands out the most, warming your chest as a faint smile manifests on your face.

You let out one more deep breath as you begin. Logan's yells slowly turn into groans. Groans turn to heavy breathing. Heavy breathing turns to silence, and a sense of quiet finally falls over him. It’s empty.

You collapse, falling back on your knees and hands dropping to your sides. You feel lightheaded, almost like little bees prick your brain, and your throat begins to close.

Meanwhile, Logan's face stares back at you. Beads of sweat still linger on his forehead, but a sense of ease rests over his features, now, a stark contrast from before. Nothing emits off him now. He must not be dreaming.

Lacking the strength to stand, you opt to push your back up against Logan's nightstand and bring your legs to your chest. You cover your ears with your hands and shove your face into your knees as the tears fall.

It feels like hours before Scott creaks the door open. You can faintly make out a voice whispering over your quiet heaving as you try to steady yourself, but it's hard to ignore the unplaced dread hanging over you like a lead weight on your body. A hand on your arm makes you flinch as you look up to find Scott’s face, your reflection dark in the red glow of his sunglasses.

He motions towards the door with his head, and you nod weakly. He grabs your arms and pulls you to your feet with little effort. You can't help but cling to his shirt, desperate for some sense of security, even if it is from Lord of Dicks himself. He helps you out of Logan's room and into the hall, making sure to close the door behind him.

The trek back to your room is long. The hallway stretches forever, and you struggle not to drag your feet as you go. You try to breathe slowly, to stop the tears from coming again, but your body does everything to disobey you.

Scott opens your door and guides you to your bed, releasing his arm from your waist. Quietly, you sit down on the edge and stare at the floor.

"You think you'll be ok?" He kneels by you and seems to be checking your face. It's still wet, of course. You're sure the thousand-yard stare isn't lost on him either.

"How does he get up in the morning?"

Your question gives him a moment of pause. You don't look up to meet his face. Finally he lets out a tired sigh. "Logan's seen a lot."

You scoffed. "I've been in therapy work for almost five years, Scott. I've never seen anything like that. What could a thirty-something year old man have experienced to cause...." Cause what, exactly? Shit, where do you start? Do you start with the horrendous amount of fear? Or, the way he acts as if everyone’s out to get him? Or, maybe the fact that the world seems to be ending and everything is meaningless every time you looked into his mind?

Scott sits, looking around your room before responding again. "He's been alive a long time." 

You don't like the answer.

Upon realizing he won't be getting a reply from you, he stands. "Get some rest, ok?"

“Yeah.”

Scott slowly backs away before walking out of your room, leaving the door open a crack. You don't bother trying to close it, opting instead to fall back into bed with a thud.

You stare at the ceiling, waiting for the emotions to cease. They never do. You should've known better. Your brain usually returns to baseline within a few hours, a day at most. But, it didn't last time when you absorbed what was maybe half this much. What possessed you to think you could sleep after all this? Still, you find it strange. Whatever he's going through, it's heavier than anything you've encountered before. 

You pray to whoever is listening that the cool down will start soon. Until then, you stare at the ceiling and just lay there, eyes closed, in your newfound, untethered sorrow.

You don't notice the sun climbing into the sky. You don't notice until your alarm goes off at 7:00.

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The set of footsteps stomping snaps you from your daze. You turn your head to see Logan walking through the kitchen threshold. Sighing, you turn your attention back to the cereal in front of you. The sound of the fridge door opening is a distant echo in your brain. You're on the verge of zoning out again when you see an unlabeled bottle and a bottle opener being pushed towards your periphery.

You knit your brows in confusion. "Bit early to be drinking, isn't it?"

"You want it or not?" His voice portrays irritation, but you can tell he's not that annoyed.

Giving him a once over before looking to the bottle again, you puff a sigh through your nose before taking it. If this was his way of extending an olive branch, even a small one, you might as well try, too. You sit in silence and watch him grab another bottle from the fridge door, puncturing the cap with one of his claws, the sight of which makes you flinch. 

Your blink away the sight when your eyes are drawn to the layers of masking tape on the shelf reading DONT TOUCH in crudely drawn black letters; something that hadn’t escaped your notice in the past week. How Charles let him keep beer in the fridge despite the fact the students used it, too, is beyond you. Maybe they knew better than to touch it? Hell, Logan probably counted them every day.

"I've been wondering who's these were," you say as you spin the bottle in your hand, casually inspecting the engravings of the glass.

"Guilty," he shrugs before taking a sip.

"And, you gave me one?"

"Takes the edge off."

Your face goes red as he echoes back your words from that night. Pressing your mouth into a thin line, you busy yourself with popping off the cap. It's just one drink. Maybe it's not a coffee morning, anyway. You can't help but revel in the short, satisfying hiss the bottle makes as it opens.

"Have you considered just relying on medication? Instead of mixing it with drinks, I mean. Could be dangerous." The words pop out of your mouth before you fully process them. In your groggy state, you clearly didn't consider that he had no idea you had been in his room, and, therefore, seen the bottle on the nightstand. Not until he stops mid-sip, and your body stiffens at the slip up.

"What makes you think I'm on meds?"

"Charles and I talk." You say too quickly, and you thank God he can't read your mind. "It's not an attempt to pry. He's just worried about you."

He smirks at your frantic body language. "He doesn't need to be." He goes to sit in the barstool across from yours. 

Another painful, awkward silence passes, and the clink of the bottle as you set it on the counter is uncomfortably loud.

"Were you..." He starts.

You look up at him through your lashes, avoiding his eyes.

"Were you ok after Friday?" The question catches you by surprise. "Meant to ask before but..." He trails off. There's a hint of embarrassment in his head and your gaze flickers to his face. You see he's avoiding your eyes, too.

"Yeah," you reassure him. "I healed fast."

He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Maybe not as fast as you, but I'm doing better."

"I see." He nods in understanding. "Maybe I gave you more than you deserved."

You snicker. "What? You don't try to give all your opponents head trauma?" 

"Not usually." He snorts, but the shame becomes all the more potent at your teasing. Serves him right, really. "But...I wasn't going to hurt you. The claws, I mean. Just wanted to scare ya a little."

"Mission fucking accomplished. But, I'm fine. Really," you reassure him again when he begins shifting in his seat. Maybe you could hold off on the critiques, too. 

Something in his gaze softens when you finally look him in the eye. A beam of sunlight peers from behind a cloud outside the window and hits his face. It's then you notice those deep brown eyes you saw in the bar have a light brown, almost green, tint to them. They remind you almost of spring with the mix in shades, and you feel a burst of a magnetic pull towards him when you notice.

"Uh..." you scramble to empty your mind. "Do you style your hair like that on purpose?"

He gives a confused look, raising his eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Like a cat. The spikes on your head. They look like cat ears." You laugh when his mouth drops open in mock horror. You know you probably shouldn't poke at him for that, but they’re too cute not to.

"They do not!"

"Yes they do! I mean, I guess they complement your claws just fine."

"Give me that beer back." He swipes at the bottle before you, but you grab it just in time and hide it under the counter.

"Uh-uh! This was a gift." You give him a cheeky, prideful smile and he rolls his eyes at you.

"Yeah, whatever."

You watch in amusement as he takes another sip of his bottle.

[o0chiyami0o]

Second chance:

Pt 1. The Saviors

Lil warning before we start

Listen uh, I'm making a series because uh I want to. Judge me or not, I have a K9 dog with me(totaly a dog). But anyway other that I'd hope you all enjoy this lil series of mine, the reader have a bit of personality and hit of same backstory from a character, I'm not gonna really reveal who I was refering to but I'd love for you lots to keep guessing 'till someone guess it right:). Also, I'm not good with their accents so I might just slip in some the words I know, sorry.

Everything is dark and you can't even see a thing, is your eyes even open? Are you even alive? You keep asking yourself that. Your lungs feel full as if water were filling it each time you tries to took a breath.

Soft murmured can be heard but from where? You can barely make up the words they're saying "Poor soul" "Barely reach late twenties" "lord forgive this soul". And some you couldn't make up, soon the soft murmured became more louder and the voices adds up.

Your eyes finally flutter open only to meet with blinding white light as you can't feel yourself breathing, yet here you are, awake but the blinding light make you second guess it "Poor soul, it's not your time yet. I'll bring you back there but not at the same place you use to be. Be as brave as you're before." the voice say, sound so soft and soothing but something about it make you feel unease.

Before you could quest whoever's voice was it, you soon felt like yourself falling. The blinding light is no longer in view as you find yourself in a what seem to be a bulding with a gasp escape you once you feel yourself breathing again.

"What.. the fuck" you breath out as you clutch into your chest, everything felt so wrong and different as your eyes flick everywhere. The sounds of people yelling, screaming, gunshots and more chaos. Just what the hell is happening here? You ask yourself as you stand up on your feet before a groan escape you, everything hurts.

You look down at yourself before took a notice the bruses and wounds on your body which make your eyes widen 'What happening?' You repeat in confusion, you didn't have time to think before the door, that already broken anyway, kicked down by a male "Captain, foun' someone" he say, talking to the mic that were resting on his ear.

You took in his appearance, a soldier, what you can see from his uniform as his hair.. is somewhat unique for a soldier. Whatever it is, make you tense up once you saw his uniform. "Yer okay, bud?" He ask as he approach you, clutching the gun he holding while he keep his guard up.

You just continue to stare up at him, your mind telling you to fight or run but you remain still with body tensing. One time you're drowning and the other time you're here. Weird.

"Gee, could use a medic, kid" he say as he crouch down in front of you. Kid? You ask youself, this man doesn't seem to be older than you in any thought. "Come, let me help ya" he says as he put away his gun and carry you up in his arms. An arm behind your knees and the other behind your back.

"S'tense, wha' happened to ya, Lass?" Ask the man as he keeps his focus straight, running toward what seems to be a helicopter. His question remains unanswered as you keep your guard up when he steps into the vehicle only to meet four other men with the same uniform as his.

The sight make you tense up even more than you should which make the man who holding you took a notice of it "found 'er still breathing in one of the building. The other already left with the others suvivor" the man explain to his team as he sit down on the barely enough space in the vehicle.

"This is why I told 'em to check every building even there's no call out for help" mutter a man who sitting across from you, seems to be the oldest if you take in his appearance but look can always lie. "The medic is busy, let 'em be" say another man who offer you a sympathic smile.

The man who still holds you in his arms shift slightly to help you have a comfortable position while all of you fit in the small space "we're going" a gruff voice say from the pilot seat before the helicopter start do lift off from the ground.

"S'tense, where did ye find 'er?" Ask the man from across of you, tilting his head slightly as his bear shifting every time he start talking "one of the broken building, colaps as soon we leave. Lucky 'er" say the man who still holding you in place, giving his teammate a grin.

"Lass look traumatized" say the other man, who give you a softer gaze as if trying to help you ease up, that didn't help thought. "Wouldn't imagen wha' happend there, the town were turn upside down by tha' maniac".

That gets your attention as your gaze flick to the man who just talk. A maniac? Surely they just being overzealous but nothing is impossible to you anymore.

———

You can't remember shit. You're now in a medical room where they tend your wounds and bruses. They ask you your name, you say your name to them but it feel wrong to say as if it's wasn't even your name to begin with.

When the medics leave the room to let you heal, you hear the door of the room being open to reveal the man who save you "how 're ye doin' lass?" Ask the man as he approach your bed. Staying silent as you look up at him while laying down on the bed "not much of a talker are ye?" He ask, after a while he notice you're not going to answer him.

He soon called out your name with a grin on his face ",heard they called ye' that" he say as your head nod comfirm his words which make his grin widen when he knew you're not fully ignoring him. "Call me Soap, Bonnie" he say as he watch your expresion, wich to his supprised, you let out a short laughter.

This fact make him tries to pull out more of your laughter from you by making some jokes in hope to ease you up, some were so bad that manage pull out a louder laughter from you.

But soon it come to an end when one of the nurse tell him to leave you to heal, you watch him walk out of the room as he give you a grin before leaving the room.

You now left alone in the medical room, you glance to your side to find an open window that reveal the night sky. You look outside from your bed, looking at the stars as you still confused what will happend next since you know nothing of this place neither how you got here.

The stars held no answer for your questions as you found yourself slowly falling asleep, maybe tomorrow will answer at least some of the questions that have been flooding in your head.

[writingpiecesak]

Jealous much?

Bakugou lovesss it when you’re jealous.

And I mean he loves it. It’s not a reoccurring problem/issue in your relationship with him since he’s always been one to reassure you, in his own way, and you were always chill about these things.

These things being:

Girls writing love letters to him his junior year.

Girls confessing their love for him senior year.

Sororities inviting him out to group dinners (he wasn’t even in any frat houses).

Even on the street, if he’s just hanging with his boys, women gather the courage and hand him their number. To which he simply takes and watches the shred of hopefulness fills their eyes and literally explodes the piece of paper on fire.

He says it makes him laugh.

But this time. Ohh, this time your buttons and patience was being tested. If you didn’t know any better you’d say this was an elaborate prank for Katsuki to see how’d you react.

The one girl just wasn’t taking the hint. Or maybe she was and she simply isn’t taking no for an answer.

You stepped away from your boyfriend momentarily to see if the retail associate can find your size in their inventory while Bakugou mindlessly walked around checking out the store. That’s when this regular looking girl walked up to him and started a casual friendly conversation. It wasn’t anything bad at first until…

“So, would you wanna grab coffee sometime?” Her lashes fluttered.

“Uh, no.”

“No? Why not? It’s just coffee.” She chuckled lightly.

“I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, well..I don’t see her.”

That. That one comment changed your whole attitude.

Most of the time when Bakugou says ‘no’ the girls nod their head and walk away. Half the time when he says ‘I have a girlfriend’ they apologize and wish him a good day and walk away. Rarely when Bakugou takes their number and burst it into flames is when they usually didn’t take the hint.

But this was just down right nasty. First not respecting his answer of ‘no’ , and second asking ‘why not’ when she shouldn’t just taken the no as an answer. And third! She didn’t seem to care or mind that he has a girlfriend, you!

You scoffed upon hearing this close by, marched right back to over the two and immediately matched her energy.

“Now you see her.” You said while wrapping your hand around Katsuki’s biceps, giving it a small squeeze of ‘I got this’.

The bitchy girl just smirked and replied, “I don’t see much.”

“Bitch you’re about to see a whole lot.” You threaten taking two steps forward. Luckily, your man stepped in.

“Fuck off.”

He grabbed your wrist and lead you both away before she can throw another snarky comment. You huffed and puffed in anger and annoyance, not believing there are girls/women in this world who simply don’t act like a girls girl when going after a guy. You argued, mostly to yourself, about the way you would’ve liked to wipe that smirk off the girls face. How you would’ve wanted to have her ‘fake ass lashes ripped off and stuffed in her mouth’ (in your words).

“Oh! You’re laughing! You think this is soo funny?”

“Actually yes.”

“Suki!” You stomped your foot once he released your wrist.

He brought his face closer to you at eye level, his hand snaking its way to your waist and placing a soft kiss on your temple. He then lowered his lips to your ears and whispered.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous. I need you right now.”

[cowboyidiot]

ok listen yes the stevebucky orpheus/eurydice parallels on this website are good i won’t deny it but literally all of them are wrong because if someone is orpheus in that relationship it’s bucky. the minute they’re separated it’s steve that’s one step behind. they’re torn apart by war/death/hydra/themselves and bucky gets there first every time so all bucky can do is keep going and look back and steve continues to follow. it’s only that looking back is the thing that saves them in the end like steve is the one who has to follow bucky to war in the first place but they make him a dancing monkey and he’s nothing to them but everything he’s not and what actually leads him towards anything at all is the fact that bucky needs him in this singular moment so actually fuck all of that this is the impetus to finally try and escape out of hell so he follows him to the factory and only one of them can get across the beam safely to escape but bucky won’t leave him and instead looks back no not without you so of course steve follows and just when it seems like they could actually walk out of this together or at least follow each other and walk side by side again bucky falls so steve follows too and suddenly he wakes up seventy years later and it’s just like before when there was nothing that felt real but this time the weight of the entire world is on his shoulders and everyone expects just as much from him as he does of himself and there’s no bucky and nobody sees steve rogers they only see captain america and it’s his job to be the one leading but that’s not fully possible because he’s the one that’s lost but then bucky is back and of course his reappearance was going to be intertwined with the moment where everything unravels and steve starts back on the walk out of hell but steve didn’t seek him out bucky finds him and steve unknowingly follows on both the roof and on the highway and yeah it’s that moment where bucky looks back at steve and doesn’t know him that makes steve feel like he’s dying and maybe they won’t ever escape but that’s not where it ends for them because it all goes back to the fact that even though bucky didn’t even know that he could look back his first real choice is to do exactly that and look back at steve who the hell is bucky the man on the bridge who was he but i knew him and they take that away again and he looks back at steve anyway and after they stop insight and the world is falling apart around him steve won’t go anywhere if bucky can’t look back at him bucky has to be the one to lead them out of there and he does that when he pulls steve from the water and tries to drag him on the walk out of hell again but then bucky hides and tries to pretend he’s not looking back tries to let steve go because he’s not worth following but steve follows anyway and no matter what he tries to do bucky looks back he’s been piecing together everything in secret this whole time with his little notebook and the museum and his memories he tells steve he doesn’t have but of course he does of course he was looking back not knowing for sure if steve was following and of course steve followed without knowing for sure if bucky was looking back hoping that they could finally walk out of this together like they were in the beginning that’s what they do when it comes down to it. that’s what they’ve always done from the point of their separation, since all of this started. welcome back orpheus and eurydice.

[whor3ing]

Desperate for me | Matt Sturniolo

WARNINGS : NSFW content - smut, consent, hate-fucking!, dom! pet names, oral (male receiving), face-fucking, vibrator + oral (fem receiving), intercourse/penetration, fem bondage (with clothes)!, choking, slight overstim/edging

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IN WHICH.. You broke up with your ex-boyfriend Matt Sturniolo a few months ago after some new changes in your relationship. However, when you show up at his door in the middle of the night needing him, he reminds you that you don't always get what you want so easily.

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this is my first smut post on tumblr! ♡

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"Oh, would you look at that."

Matt scanned you from head to toe, his eyebrows furrowing as he opened the door. He had missed you so endlessly these last four months, his hands always brushing over the framed pictures he had standing in almost every room, his eyes always trailing over to the few things you had left behind. A thousand of different memories he couldn't seem to forget, no matter how hard he had tried.

You move your head to the side at his reaction, in confusion. You had hoped he would be excited to see you, you had taken the time to do your hair so delicately, you had picked a gorgeous dress you always knew he had liked; it was no secret you had done your best to look beautiful for him. Your hands find comfort in toying with one another as you look at him hiding slightly behind the open door.

Matt had always been gorgeous and although he looked tired, tiredness had nothing on his piercing blue eyes. Every feature on his face looked as if it were perfectly crafted, even in his half-awake state. His hair was messy but it laid perfectly tousled, his eyes were almost piercing as he looked at your confused expression, his eyes glinting.

"Hmm?" He muttered, the sound rolling off his lips as he analyzed your confused expression. "I'm just surprised to see you here."

He paused looking away from you for a second before continuing, crossing his arms in a defensive state,."It's been, what, four months..? Since you came and packed all your shit?"

Your eyes move to his the moment he finishes speaking, before slowly gliding to his arms and down to his torso. Your eyes cling to the way his white tanktop fits around his waist, the slightest bit of skin showing right below his belly button, above his plaid pajama pants. Sighing, you turn away in an attempt to return back to your car, your head spinning as to why you ever thought this would be a good idea.

Matt purses his lips, a small 'tsk' escaping from his lips as he rolls his eyes ready to shut the door, "Are you really that embarrassed to be on my doorstep in the middle of the night? You came all the way here just to walk away again?"

Turning around, you see his head turn slightly to the side as he eyes you again before continuing, "Is someone a little self-conscious standing there in such a pretty dress? Or just worried someone might see you standing here on my doorstep, and realize just how desperate you are to fix the mistake you made?"

He sighs slowly and opens the door further, stepping forward to face you. A quarter of his body is still behind the front door, but his face is closer to you now, the automatic porch light shining to illuminate upon his chiseled figure. Finally less than three inches away from him, face to face after so long.

He rolls his eyes, reaching out to toy with a strand of your hair between his two fingers. "Well, let's hear it. What do you want?" He murmurs, his voice like velvet but his reaction guarded.

You bite your lip, shaking your head slightly before answering in almost a whisper. "I missed you." It comes out small, quiet, as if you're almost too ashamed to say it; as if it's not painfully obvious.

His head jerks forward closer to your mouth as he stands in front of you, his eyes squinting as if he's confused. "What was that, couldn't quite hear you, sweetheart. I need you to speak clearly to me."

You take a big breath in, looking at him as his hand that had earlier been in your hair trails to touch your cheek. He taps it twice as if urging you to try again, leaving his hand there against your skin as you respond.

"I made a mistake. I still love you." You say louder than before, your voice still rather quiet.

He laughs, removing his hand from your cheek unimpressed. "You need me- You miss me?" He pauses, his hands running through his hair as he laughs at you. He shakes his head once again, his hands coming down to his sides, his smile faded and his voice harsher than the cold wind, "You don't have any right to miss me."

You open your mouth but he stops you, his voice hoarse, "You dumped me, remember? You decided this, and now you're here, in the middle of the night, because you finally had an epiphany and realized that we could've made this all work?" Matt brushes his hand across his cheek; very clearly annoyed and hurt, his body moving back towards the inside of the warm house, the door still cracked open between the two of you.

His eyes follow you out to your place on his porch, your legs exposed and your arms with raised goosebumps. He sighs, perching the door open more; a kind gesture, urging you to follow him inside.

As you walk into Matt's house you're greeted with the familiar scent of lavender, no doubt from his dryer sheets. You remember this from the times you did laundry together, from the times you held his hand in the store and had smiled at just how good the detergent aisle had smelled, how those familiar scents would fill the bedrooms and cling to all of his clothes you had used to wear.

At first you had argued with him about dryer sheets, you had insisted on getting a more fresh and clean scent, something that felt like the lingering of fall or the sweet reprise of summer; Now, you couldn't even imagine having something so small to argue with him about, everything now was so much bigger than that.

You watch as Matt shuts the door behind the both of you, the air thick with tension and emotion. When the door hits against the frame, you hear a lock click and a loud thud. Matt reaches his hands up to stretch, turning before walking towards the kitchen.

Standing in the entry of the familiar house, you cracking your knuckles to fill the uncomfortable silence before finally deciding to follow him into the kitchen.

The kitchen is dark, the only lighting coming from the hallway lights and the only noise being the slow whistle of a tea kettle and the unsteadiness of your own breathing. There's no doubt about it that your face is flush and warm, your hands are dewy with sweat and that your breath is harsh and rough. Matt's back is to you, his hands on the kettle, pouring tea into two small white teacups and measuring out a teaspoon of honey for only one.

Sometimes you forget how well Matt truly knows you, you forget that his hands have seen every contour of your body and that his mind and the pages of his journal have spent years learning every like and dislike you could possibly have.

You watch as he brings your cup of tea over to you, setting it on the counter, he leans on the other side of the counter, his lips puckering and his eyes closing to blow on his own cup of hot tea.

His eyes open again and glance from you to the chair on the other side of the counter. You nervously glance back before moving your feet to sit on the chair, only a counter across from him.

A few moments pass, neither of you say much. Matt's eyes stay closed for the most part, only opening slightly to make silent glances towards you, as if he has a million things to say but has run out of words.

After a long while, Matt breaks the silence.

"Why did you do it?" He asks directly, his voice incredibly hurt and hoarse.

Pausing, you look up to meet his closed eyes. You look at him even if he can't look at you, your eyes sear into his features as you respond.

"Everything was going so fast. You were away from home, you had been offered an incredible brand deal in New York with your brothers." You clear your throat slowly, reaching up to wipe under your eyes. "I didn't want to hold you back from that. I would never move away from California, I have too much here. I didn't want you to have to make the choice between me or your career."

It seemed as if in that moment, everything stopped. His eyes softened and the tea hummed against the back of your throat as he looked at you, his lips pursed,

"So you think you made it easier for me?" Matt pauses, standing up and beginning to pace, his voice full of anger. "You think choosing to end a almost two year relationship with me would make me feel more— what?" He laughs, "career oriented?"

You open your mouth to respond, but Matt beats you to it, his voice echoing throughout the kitchen. "No. Because let me tell you what I did after you left." He stops pacing to face you, his face flush. "I sat in this house— I stared at the things you forgot and I was scared shitless that you would come back only to take them and go again." He shakes his head, his voice holding only anger. "I slept on the couch because I couldn't bear to sleep in that bed without you."

Tears slide down your cheeks at his words, realizing how badly you had hurt the man you love. You look down, angry at yourself and so incredibly sorry for the man in front of you.

He opens his mouth again, walking over to the other side of the counter and slamming is hand down harsh on the table in a fist. Looking straight at you, he continues, "I love you and I will always love you, you will always be the woman that I want— But you can't just decide these things for me."

Your head falls down, your eyes faltering down to his bunched up fists placed out in front of you in the counter. Instinctively, without thinking, you reach out to place your palm on top of his.

Angry, he snatches his hand away bringing it back to his side. The action is quick but it leaves you with a hallowed pit in your stomach, your eyes fill with tears and you stand up, your emotions bubbling to the surface.

Maybe there was no way to fix this, maybe there was nothing more you could do.

You walk over to Matt's side of the counter, reaching up to touch the side of his cheek with the same hand he had just rejected to hold. Your fingers linger over his jawline, sliding across his cheekbones caressing the side of his face as you look up at him.

"You're angry." You murmur, matter-of-factly, your hands glide from his hair to his cheek, reveling in the softness of his skin as you say it.

You let out a small smile, your eyes soft as Matt's hand reaches up to hold you at your neck, his thumb tilting your head ever so slightly backwards as he holds you.

Looking up at him you finally whisper,"use it"

Confused, Matt stares at you, his brows furrowed and his eyes full of wonder. "What do you mean use it?" He whispers, his voice more soothing than the honey in the tea he had made for you earlier.

"Maybe the only way for you to forgive me is if you show me exactly how I made you feel." You murmur, your hands grazing against his chest lightly, prying at his tank top.

He grabs your hands from their grasp on his shirt, his eyes hazy as he stares at you. His lips purse and his hands settle against your neck as he responds with a very simple, "are you sure?"

The moment you say yes you are swept off your feet, your hands find themselves grasping onto his shoulders and his fall under your knees, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom, the same bedroom that used to be partially yours too.

The moment you enter Matt's room, he sets you on your feet, his eyes roll at you before he steps in front of you, his eyes suddenly darker. His hand reaches up to touch your cheek once again before he sucks in a deep breath. "Here's exactly what were going to do tonight. I'm going to show you exactly how it feels to have your emotions played with and you, my love are going to take it to apologize for everything you've done."

He smiles at you as he continues, "You'll be a good girl and not complain when I edge you senseless, because if you do, I won't give you what you so desperately want tonight. Understood?"

You tell him you understand as he urges you to sink down to your knees, his eyes fixated on your beautiful face and his hands finding the top of your head to mess with your hair.

"Good, then get to fucking work slut." He urges, pushing down on your head gently, he smiles at you as your hands find his zipper, pulling it down to expose the hard bulge pressing against his black boxers.

Pulling his boxers down, his pants hit the floor and he steps out of them; lifting his tank top up with his left hand to reveal a peek of his abs. You begin slowly licking and kissing against his tip, your tongue curving against every grove. However, looking up at Matt you notice his unimpressed expression and you hear his voice as he murmurs to you that he knows you can take it better than that. With little warning he pulls on your head, urging half of his dick down your throat. His eyes find yours to ensure that you're okay and his hands rub gently against your scalp as his voice becomes scratchy from pleasure.

"Don't be so fucking sloppy about it, I know you can take me deeper, come on now." He murmurs, his voice raspy and uneven as you take him deeper in your mouth.

He pushes your head on and off of his dick, giving you no control over how far you take it, leaving him completely in control of you. His cock plunging from the back of your throat to the opening of your lips again and again.

You gasp for breath as he finally lets you have a very short break, pausing, he takes your hair and pushes it out of your face so that he can see you better. You take this moment to trace against the base of his dick with your hand, your mouth aching for it back.

He rolls his eyes and pushes your mouth back onto his dick, finally letting you have some control over the pace. He hisses, his hips moving into your mouth slowly as he curses.

"You choke so prettily, slut. It's like you were made for my dick, made to suck on it and make me feel so good, weren't you baby?" Your eyes look straight to his abs as you take him deeper and Matt sighs plunging his cock out of your mouth just enough so that he can tap it against your chin.

"Baby look at me when you take it for me, you look so gorgeous with me in your mouth, I want to watch."

He smiles as your head tilts upright and your eyes meet his, his hand finds your hair again as he holds it out of the way for you; making eye contact with you as you choke on it.

You smile against his dick as you hear his groans echo, instinctively you reach down to rub the aching between your legs.

"I can hear how wet and desperate you are, you know." Matt states sternly, looking down at you on your knees. "But this isn't about your fucking pleasure, now is it?"

You shake your head no, but refuse to stop making yourself feel good. He notices this, bending down slightly and placing his hand under your chin to lift your mouth off of his dick and to make your eyes to look up at him. He rolls his eyes as his fingers trace up to open up your mouth, as he spits directly onto your tongue.

"I thought you were going to be a good fucking girl?" He asks sternly his eyes darker, "A good slutty girl doesn't fuck her pussy without permission, does she?"

Matt's fingers slip up to smack your cheek as he moves his dick closer to your mouth, urging you to suck on the tip.

"Maybe I should just send you home, not give that aching cunt any attention at all?"

He shakes his head before moving his lips closer to your ear, "I mean, why do you think you would even deserve pleasure from my fingers, my mouth, let alone my dick after what you did?"

You watch as Matt's hand drags to reach beneath your jaw, his hand pulling your face to look up at him.

"Would you rather me just leave you here on the floor? Or are you going to apologize?" He prods, his hands trailing up to cup around your neck gently.

His head cocks to the side as your mouth smirks upward, not an ounce of apology escaping. He rolls his eyes, his hand closing around your throat as his lips purse in annoyance.

"Nothing?" His hand on your neck drops to his side, as if he is defeated.

You watch carefully as Matt's eyes close briefly, anger behind them. He drops his hand and instead points toward the large king sized bed, before continuing. "On the bed, now."

He watches you as you climb onto his silk sheets, a smirk toying at his lips as he moves to sit beside you.

"Lay down, sweetheart."

Matt moves to stand up, walking over to your pile of things that he's kept almost exactly as you had left them. His eyes scan over your belongings, his hands gliding throughout the pile of scattered items.

He hides the item he chose behind his back as he moves to sit back next to you on the bed, leaving you confused and slightly nervous. You watch as he laughs, his left hand silkily moving across your legs as he reveals the wand behind his back.

"I missed using this on your pretty body." He whispers to you, his fingers tracing circles on your skin, slowly moving upwards.

You instinctively move your hands to his biceps, your fingers tracing against his tattoos before tugging against his white tank, leaving his abs exposed but not all of his chest. He returns this favor, urging your dress to slide up only slightly so he has more access to your legs.

His hands follow yours before his eyes move from your legs to your face, his face merely inches from yours. He chuckles, his lips moving against yours playfully before he pulls back. His hand resting on your bent knee, pulling it towards him to open your legs.

Playfully, Matt rubs his fingers against your inner thighs, his hands grasping and sliding over your lower stomach.

"Should we take these off?" He whispers to you, his fingers toying with the band of your underwear before snapping it back against your skin.

Seeing your pleading eyes, he rolls his eyes at you, leaning down to leave a soft kiss on your lips.

"I'm not sure you want it badly enough.."

He chuckles, his hands sliding over your wetness, slowly caressing.

Matt reaches beside him for the wand, pulling your dress up to expose your stomach. You watch him smile as he trails the wand down your lower stomach, slowly traveling down to your inner thighs.

He hums quietly, turning the wand on and resting it directly above where you need it most, moving it only slightly against your clit.

"Oh, is that not the right spot?" Matt asks pouting mockingly, moving the wand to touch against your opening before moving it back up.

You shake your head and he purses his lips, moving the wand in circles, teasing it against you.

"How about you tell me where you want it then, pretty girl."

He chuckles, moving the wand to that sweet spot of yours, his other hand reaching forward to keep your legs open for him.

"Yeah? Right there huh?" Matt murmurs, his eyes on you, watching you as you squirm for him.

Smiling he leans down to kiss you, your moans still loud and prominent even as he silences you with his lips. Matt pulls back, his lips gliding over his teeth as he gently bites his lip.

His hand moves to rest upon your thigh, his other hand urging the vibrator into your swollen cunt, and rolling his eyes at your echoing sounds.

"You feel so good, don't you baby?" Matt prods, moving his hand against your thigh to rest against your mouth, slowly implying them to open for him. He smiles sliding his index finger in between your lips and into your mouth, the veins in his hands flexing as he glides his finger around your tongue, pulling you towards the brink of your release with every gentle brush from his fingers.

Unexpectedly, Matt leans up, his face closer to yours, his eyes focusing on yours. He smiles, his fingers still spreading against your tongue as you moan and whimper against the skin of his hand. Removing his hand from your mouth he leans to your cheek and shakes his head as he takes in your pleasure for himself.

"Open your fucking mouth and tell me why you ended it."

You look up at him hazily, your vision clouded with pleasure as he slips a finger inside of you, flexing against your g-spot with every movement; the vibrator, and the tension, still heavy on your clit.

Matt shrugs at your silence, his hands moving faster inside of you as he turns the wand to a higher speed, resting it directly where you need it most. His eyes are dark and a strand of his hair hangs in a sweaty curl over his eyes.

Your legs twitch and you grasp at the silk sheets of his bed in desperation, your voice and your squirms rocking the mattress sharply against his wall.

"Is my beautiful girl going to cum?" He smiles, his hands never slowing down, even as he moves his head closer and closer to your face. His lips brushing against your ear as he whispers for you to beg for it. His hands never slow as he nods his head at your pleas, his fingers only moving faster against your pussy.

"Cum for me, be a good girl and cum."

As you reach your climax, your body shaking in his hands, Matt continues to pleasure you with his firm fingers, his hands only moving faster as you writhe and twitch under his touch. Feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated already, your voice comes out quietly as beg for him to stop. Your hands reach down to push against his arms as you try to sit up and get away from his touch; however, his hands inside you slows only to press against your abdomen, his hand holding you down as he works the vibrating wand against you with more force.

"Do you really think just one is going to make up for everything you did to us?"

You watch as your ex, Matt holds your hips and slowly moves the wand to brush against your cunt. His hands pausing to rub comforting circles on your stomach and legs, urging you that you can take it, urging you to be as messy as you can for him.

Finally, he pulls the wand away, setting it down beside him on the bed and moving your legs to open further in front of him.

His hands move from their comfortable spot on your legs and hips to your wet folds, his strong fingers slipping against your wetness and circling your clit.

He lets out an exasperated sigh, his lips parting and his eyes softening, he tilts his head at you; his right hand moving slowly against your warmth.

“Listen to the way you sound my love—so incredibly desperate for me," He pauses, his eyes scanning your beautiful body, traces of jealousy and love in his beautifully bright eyes.

Your body is his and he knows it, your legs are sticky and your abdomen slick with sweat. Matt's hands exit from your entrance and instead rest on your thighs, pulling your legs further apart only to settle himself in the middle, his mouth gently running across the inside of your thigh.

Without warning he smiles as he leaves soft kisses from your knee up to your inner thigh, his lips run over your folds only slightly in a teasing manner. He smiles, laughing as he looks at your tired expression.

"Tired already baby? but we're just starting.."

His hands reach up to pry your dress up further, the hem bunching up just to your collarbone exposing your tits and practically begging to be taken all the way off; and he knows this because he can hear it when your voice comes out as a desperate plea, begging for him to let you feel good.

Suddenly he smiles, his hands toying with your tits and rubbing against your nipples as he grazes his tongue over your clit. His eyes are open and painfully blue as his eyes twinkle at yours.

Matt's tongue slowly enters in between your warm folds, lapping at your wetness as if it's the last thing he has to drink. His eyes close briefly as he takes in the moment and he moans, enjoying the taste of you on his soft lips.

Your body is still sensitive from your first orgasm, your legs twitch and shake as he spits and sucks on your sensitive clit, his hands moving down to hold onto your bucking hips as he eats you out with more force.

It becomes increasingly hard to focus as you are lost in the moment, as each gentle lick and teasing caress sends shivers down your spine and his words lead you into a sort of oblivion. Every flick of his tongue bringing you closer to a point of no return and every whimper escaping you urging him to move his tongue faster inside of you.

Matt has always enjoyed teasing you and because of this, he immediately stops the moment your breath begins to become louder. Pulling his mouth away, he presses a soft kiss to your mound and instead slides his tongue to lick just beside your wetness. His eyes are playful and he lets out a small "tsk" when he sees your now placid expression.

"This is how I feel when you play with my feelings—"

His fingers move to rub against your folds again and the second you let out a moan, his fingers halt; his lips moving teasingly above your clit.

"when you promise me one thing and do the opposite.." Matt lets out a loud exhale, his voice hoarse and filled with desire, as he continues, panting between each word.

" when you swear forever to me and then leave—"

You whine against his words, your core throbbing in impatience as he prolongs your orgasm. He chuckles at your impatience, refusing to finish his sentence all together before finally finishing, "not very nice is it? hmm?"

Exasperated; you sigh, your mouth left open in desperation. Suddenly, his fingers dive into you, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your inner thighs, his hair is messy and his eyes look at you as he teases you even more than you ever thought possible.

Pushing your legs down onto the bed as he fingers you, his body pins you down and you hear his voice breathless as he smiles. His fingers slip out of you, to trail up along your body as he traces against your hips and your thighs, even more. Seeing the look in your eyes, he chuckles, his smile bright but his gaze solely on you. 

"Please," you whisper, the word slips from your lips like a plea. 

This makes him smile harder, his fingertips reaching up to your tits as he caresses against them. “But you look so pretty when I tease you like this, baby.” Matt lets out a groan as he gropes your tits, complimenting them and prodding his fingers up and down the contours of your body. 

Suddenly, his fingers find themselves back at your core, plunging in and out, his other hand rubbing at your clit as he props himself up to bend and plant kisses onto your lips. You moan against his lips as his hands work magic upon you, his kisses sweet and tender in comparison to the actions of his fingers. 

You feel yourself begin to unravel against his hand as your breath heaves, your voice becoming uncontrollable as he pleasures you. 

“Don’t cum,” Matt whispers against your lips, his fingers ravenous inside of you as he continues to kiss you, his lips trailing to your neck. You moan as he sucks at your neck, his smile apparent as it nips slightly at your skin. 

“I want you to beg me.”

Your heart races, the drum echoing in your ears as your fingers grasp to the sheets of his bed. “Please,” you whisper, the plea escaping your lips before you can hold it back.

The sensation of your pleasure is almost overwhelming and the world around you seems silent, as if it is only you and Matt now. “Just let me.” You beg, the words barely forming as they slip out, your back arching as you feel his lips detach from their spot on your neck where there is now a beautiful red hue. 

“Good girl, more or I stop.”

Your voice trembles with longing as his fingers slow inside of you. “Please Matt,” you whine. 

He nods, his face moving in front of you so that he can see your every expression. “Tell me what you want to do baby.”

You lie back on his sheets as you moan, your voice desperate, “Please let me cum, Matt.”

Matt smiles, his fingers moving faster to rub at your clit and press at your g-spot. He smiles at you, urging you to cum for him. 

“Come for me. You can do it.. please baby.” The moment after he finishes speaking, everything fades away as you come on Matt’s fingers. The sounds, the lights, all of your worried thoughts, all of it is replaced with sensation and the look of love in Matt’s eyes.

He lets out a gentle laugh, his eyes crinkling as he smiles. Matt presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers slipping out of you. You watch as his tongue slides over his teeth as he smiles, bringing his hands up to his mouth, licking your juices off of his fingers. Without warning, that same hand reaches down to hold your neck; his fingers flexing against the skin of your neck as his lips find yours.

Moaning into each others mouths, you feel his smile through the warm kiss and you feel the tightening grip of his on your neck.

"Look at you... so ruined because of me.."

Your legs are shaking, your breath hoarse and wrapped with pleasure. His hands tug once more on your dress, sliding it finally up and over your arms, leaving your entire body exposed as he throws it onto the floor. You moan as the cold air gushes against your body, goosebumps appearing on your arms, your legs, your tits.

Matt's eyes mirror extreme concentration and patience as he smiles down at you, his hands reaching to find yours.

"turn around for me, slut."

Obeying, you turn over to lay on your stomach. His hands find your legs and instantly he urges your abdomen up, your knees planted on the bed.

"good girl, put your pretty head down.." You put your head down, your eyes closing as you press your face into his pillow. Your eyes are closed, yet you feel everything. You can feel the grip he places on your wrists and the sound of fabric twisting as he takes off his tank top, within in instant you feel pressure against your wrists as Matt starts to tie the fabric from his shirt around them, connecting the makeshift rope to his headboard.

You feel his position change, as he moves to stand right behind you. His warm cock pressing against your thigh, his arms moving to hold onto your hips, lazily tracing down your thigh.

"Is there something that you want?" He murmurs, his hands grabbing his dick only to rub it against your entrance. You moan, your hips gravitating backwards in hopes that he will give you what you want.

Knowing that you don't want to ask, Matt's hand leaves it's place from your leg and moves up to your thigh, smacking it.

You lie there, bound and exposed to him, your heart pounding in your chest. You can feel his warmth and strength against you as he looms over your back, his gaze dark and hungry. You squirm and moan softly as he teases you mercilessly, driving you closer to the edge without giving you release, without giving you the satisfaction of his cock plunging inside of you.

Matt sighs, "I think you know that you need to ask."

"Tell me, what do you want from me," He urges, his hips rocking slowly just so that his tip presses into you.

Your voice trembles as you speak, the words barely above a whisper. "I want...I want you to take me." The admission is like a dam breaking, and you feel a rush of shame and desire mixed together the second those words leave your mouth.

Matt's hips press closer, his tip teasing your entrance, making you shudder with need. "No, that's not what I want to hear," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to hear you ask for it. Ask me to fuck you."

His words leave sparks throughout your whole body, your face turns flush as you bury your face into his pillows. You feel your face burn with shame, but you can't help the words that spill out of your mouth. "Please fuck me," you say, your voice barely breaking a whisper.

Matt's hips press harder against you, and you feel his tip enter you from behind. You gasp at the sensation, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and approving. He thrusts into you, slowly, savoring the feeling of your tightness around him.

The room is filled with the sound of your mixed heavy breathing, the slapping of his skin against yours. You can feel every bit of tension building inside of you, every ounce of pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every movement.

With a growl, Matt's thrusts grow more powerful, driving deeper into you with each stroke. His hands grip your hips with bruising force, leaving marks on your skin as he pulls your hips back against him.

"You like that, don't you?"

"You like it when I fuck you like this."

He digs his fingers into your soft skin, eliciting a gasp from you.

"You're mine, all mine."

"Ah, yeah... you're so tight," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. He pauses for a moment, his cock buried deep within you, and you can feel his pulse throbbing through his shaft. "You feel so good," he continues, his voice dripping with desire. "I'm going to make you feel so good but so bad, all at the same time."

He pulls back, his cock almost slipping out of you, before slamming back in with a force that makes you gasp. Your hands, tied to the headboard, strain against the restraints as you try to brace yourself against the impact of him slamming into you.

"You like it rough, don't you, baby?"

His thrusts grow more deliberate, his hips slow their pace and he pulls out of you, slowly. You feel his cock slide out of your warmth, leaving you empty and wanting.

"Please," you beg, your voice soft and quiet in comparison to your heavy breathing. "Please Matt, I need you inside of me.

He smirks, his hand reaching down to stroke his cock. "You want it that badly?" he asks, his voice dripping with amusement.

You nod into the pillow, a plea escaping your lips, causing him to chuckle.

"Then beg for it."

"Please... I want it. I need it." Your voice cracks on the last word, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as his smirk widens.

Matt chuckles as he slides his cock teasingly against your warmth, his voice like velvet,"Tell me you need me; tell me you're sorry."

Your voice trembles as you whisper the words, "I need you... I'm sorry." The apology feels like acid on your tongue, the guilt tricking down throughout your body.

Within an instant, you can almost hear him smile as his shaft inches deeper and deeper into you, the pleasure overriding any sense of guilt.

His hips begin to move in a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust sending shivers down your spine. Your body arches, attempting to meet his, but he holds you firm, his hands grasping your hips in an effort to hold you still.

The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and you feel your body begin to tremble, your muscles tensing in anticipation of the release that's building inside you. You listen closely as you hear Matt groan as he pounds into you,"You're so sorry, aren't you?"

Matt's words drip with sadistic pleasure, as he hears you moan about how sorry you are, his thrusts growing more and more intense. The sensation feeling as if your body is on fire, allowing your mouth to fall open and your eyes to close in pleasure as he ruins you.

Without breaking his pattern, Matt reaches over to the side of the bed, grabbing a sleek device, already wet with your juices. He chuckles as he clicks the wand on, placing it under you right on your clit.

The vibrations dance against your pussy, the vibration toying at your clit as he pushes it harder and harder into you.

As the vibrations intensify, Matt doesn't slow his movements inside of you. His voice, low and husky instead, offers urgent encouragement, "Come for me, baby... let go.. I can feel you trembling on that cock, so close for me.."

"Come for me like a slut, scream for me and show me how sorry you are baby.."

Your back arches up into the air, the sensation of the wand against your clit and his thick cock filling your pussy is too much for you, as you shake around his cock uncontrollably, grasping onto the cloth securing you to the headboard.

"I can feel you trembling on my cock, so close… don't hold back, just let it happen."

The intense pleasure is overwhelming, and your body can't help but respond to the sensations. The wand's vibrations against your clit, combined with the feeling of his thick cock inside you, is pushing you over the edge. Your back continues to arch, and your muscles tense as you tremble around him, the cloth securing you to the headboard digging into your skin. The sound of his voice, urging you to let go, only adds to the excitement, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release.

"good girl, do it for me."

Your body convulses in intense waves of pleasure, the muscles in your pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, driving him mad. You moan as your body shutters around him, your legs trembling as you finally reach your high, listening to Matt's moans, as well as your own labored breathing.

“sit there and look pretty while i fill up that pussy ma… yes..”

As you continue to tremble and convulse around him, he can't hold back any longer. With a deep groan, he thrusts his hips forward, dropping the wand onto the bed and burying his cock even deeper inside you. You feel his cock ache, his cum escaping, filling you so deep. His cock pulses and throbs inside of you, causing you to whimper helplessly as he empties his load into you.

Matt chuckles as he watches your body go limp on the bed, the knees that had once held your body up, buckling and resting on his silk sheets, unable to hold themselves up any longer.

“my special girl, you came so hard for me…mm.. look at that puffy pussy.” Matt smiles, reaching under you to toy at your clit one last time. He rubs you in slow circles, his fingers slick as he periodically plunges his fingers inside of you to retrieve his load buried in you, only to rub that warm semen on your clit.

You whimper as he does this, your hips arching up in an attempt to escape his touch. Chuckling, he smiles pulling his hand away from your folds.

Just as quickly, he is at your side untying your hands and throwing his shirt that had once bound them onto his floor.

"Move over, sleepy girl," he murmurs, his voice strained.

You move over on the bed, completely exhausted and he climbs in next to you, smiling as he moves his arms around you.

You can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the sound of your own thudding in your ears. He smiles again, brushing a strand of your hair from your eyes as he murmurs, "I missed you, I missed you, I missed you."

As Matt presses a kiss to your forehead, your eyes flutter open.

"Matt.. What I did, I thought I was doing it for you," you inhale, breathing deeply as you look at him in the eye. "I didn't want you to give up something so big, all for me.."

Matt's expression turns solemn as he meets your gaze, his thumb stroking your cheek softly. "Sweetheart, there's no giving up anything for you. Every decision I make, every choice, leads back to you."

"We have lots to talk about, and we will.. " He sighs, his hands holding you so tight, as if he is scared to let you go as he talks," but I need you to be with me. I need you to never make those decisions for me, but I do need you to make them with me."

You smile into his arms as he comforts you, kissing you on the top of your head, and promising you that forever in his eyes, is forever with you

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the cutie ending was needed, i need that romance in my life: i am aware the whole “use your anger” move is not super creative but im just a girl and i hope you enjoyed regardless !

i look forward to posting here more, i have so many ideas !

[witchygagirlwrites]

Kelly Severide x Reader

He's egotistical and an ass and you hate how attracted you are to him

Flirtationship to lovers?

Warnings? Kelly he's a warning. Sexual happenings.

You sat across from Sylvie in the back of the ambulance, marking as she counted off what the rig had in good supply and what was needed. You could hear a few of the guys in the bays and rolled your eyes when Kelly’s voice hit your ears. He was the lieutenant of the house and if you were honest a damn good firefighter but he was also an insufferable jackass. The fact that he was one of if not the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid your eyes on and had an awful habit of walking around the firehouse shirtless didn’t help matters either.

He was egotistical, annoying and just got under your skin. Everyone knew that the two of you were constantly at each other’s necks unless you were currently on a call. When lives were on the line any stupid rivalry could be dropped but the moment you rolled back to fifty one he’d make some comment and Sylvie would have to grab your hand before you’d toss the nearest thing at the back of his head.

She cut her eyes up at you and silently grabbed the oxygen tank from next to you and moved it closer to her. You smirked slightly “Like I’d waste good supplies on Severide” about the time you got his name out of your mouth the man in question stepped into the open back doors of the ambulance.

He leaned one shoulder against the wall closest to where you sat and you barely cut your eyes at him. He was fresh out of the shower, the wet hair was proof of that. He had his shirt just draped over his shoulder in favor of actually wearing it and that necklace he always wore against his bare skin just made a lot of thoughts pop into your head that made you actively want to kick your own ass for thinking them about him.

“Talking about me again?” he asked with a grin. You rolled your eyes before asking him “Do you always have to be shirtless?” his grin got even deeper when you looked his way “You know you’re enjoying the view so why should I deprive my favorite pain in the ass?” “You know what Kelly..” you hadn’t even realized you’d drawn the clipboard back until Sylvie plucked it out of your hand “No ma’am. We are not doing that! Kelly, if you must antagonize my partner get out of the rig until we get through with inventory at least”

He had the nerve to wink at you before walking away “Fucking jackass” you muttered under your breath and Sylvie laughed lightly “You two are horrible” you glanced at her “He started it. He doesn’t target anyone else but me and I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna give it back” she laid the clipboard down and leaned up to look out of the doors before leaning across to you “Ever think maybe he likes it when you give it back?” you raised an eyebrow “Ok Brett, lie down on the stretcher. I’ll go get Casey to drive the rig to med if need be so I can sit back here with you”

She shook her head “Like I said, horrible” you grabbed the clipboard and nodded to the cabinet over her head “Let’s get back to it”

You were in the locker room, trying to find another uniform shirt after getting blood splattered across yours on the last call. You had a load in the washer but considering you were currently in your sports bra you very well couldn’t wander around the station house like that until one got through and you didn’t really fit Sylvies.

“Dammit!” you growled, kicking your bag. That’s what you got for getting in a hurry before your shift. You’d forgotten to pack any extra clothes. “Damn sweetheart, have you decided to pay me back for walking around shirtless because I don’t have a bra on so you need to strip it on down”

You straightened up to glare at Kelly “Oh fuck off. All of my uniform shirts are in the dryer. My last one got splattered with blood so unless I want to walk around like this for the next hour I need a shirt” He let his eyes trail over your body that was bared to him for a half second too long, you felt your face warm before he walked over to his locker and opened it. He leaned it and reached into his duffle before picking up a white shirt. He tossed it to you “Before you ask, yes it’s clean”

You stared at the shirt then looked back up at him “What’s the catch?” he shrugged “No catch. I mean if you want to run around like that feel free, I’m not like you. I will gladly admit that I am very much enjoying the view” you shook your head and slipped the shirt on.

He smirked slightly “You look good in my shirt” “Bite me” you replied and he took the few steps between you in two long strides, his broad chest within touching distance “Just tell me when and where sweetheart and your wish will be my command” you looked up into his bright blue eyes and he grinned “I’d love to bite you” and his tongue flicked out to wet this lips.

“You’re a jackass” you told him and he grinned “Can’t blame a man for trying” then turned to walk out but not before looking over his shoulder to say “Keep the shirt to have as a backup. Looks better on you and I like knowing you have it” you stood there staring after him, wondering what the hell had just happened.

You were working next to Sylvie, triaging patients as the truck pulled them out of the fire. You would clear one person then be handed the next. There were two more houses on scene but fifty one was running point. 

“Run em to med” you told one ambulance, slapping the back door after slamming it shut. You turned to jump back into the fray and spotted Kelly across the parking lot. He’d stopped long enough to get a drink of water and was going back in. He looked like he was exhausted, a lot of your guys did. When this was all said and done you and Sylvie would be having to check out your own people to ensure they were ok.

Sylvie called your name and you looked up to see Matt and Capp bringing two more out. “Bring em this way Casey!” you called out, running to meet them in the triage tent.

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You walked through the bay next to Sylvie. Most of the truck had headed straight for the showers as soon as all of you got back to the house. “That was insane” she said and you nodded “You’re telling me” you stretched your arms out over your head “I need to sit down for a few minutes” 

You and her were sitting with Capp, Cruz and a few other guys when Kelly came walking out into the bays with his shirt yet again over his shoulder, fastening his watch. “For Christ’s sake Severide are you trying to sell calendars?” you asked and he grinned “Are you calling me hot? That sounded like you’re calling me hot”

You rolled your eyes “Of course that’s how you’d hear that” he shrugged “I think a paramedic calendar would sell better from what I’ve seen” and let his eyes trail over you. You felt your face warm as Sylvie’s eyes flew towards you “What?” and Kelly gave you a broad grin “I was looking for a shirt, the asshole saw me in a sports bra. That is all” 

He winked at you “Come on now baby. Tell her the truth” “I don’t care if you’re the lieutenant I will kick your ass” you replied and he grinned “So my place tonight?” you looked around the table and snatched Capp’s half drank soda before tossing it at him “In your dreams jackass” he grabbed his chest playfully and winked at you again “Every night sweetheart and my god the things you do” 

Luckily Matt walked into the bays about then and grabbed you around the waist as you were jumping up out of your chair “Woah! Can you please not kill Severide?” you cut your eyes back at him then nodded “Fine, but make him stay out of my way the rest of shift” then stormed inside.

You were still pissed off at Kelly two days later when you ran into him at Mollys. You were talking to Kim Burgess and turned around to run smack into his broad chest “Oh for fuck’s sake” you cursed and she looked between the two of you “Are you ok?” you nodded “I’m good. Go ahead with your unit, I’ll try to catch up” she nodded and cut her eyes at Kelly “Hey Severide” before walking off.

He looked back at you “Are you still pissed?” you crossed your arms and glared at him “That you tried to embarrass me in front of the entire house by making it sound like I slept with you? Yeah, pretty fucking pissed” he nodded, eyes never leaving yours “You’re pretty hot when you’re mad” “What?” you asked and he shrugged “You are, hell you’re always hot.You’re fucking gorgeous really”

You stared at him open-mouthed for a second before a shocked laugh fell out of you “Are you running a fever or something? Did you hit your head?” he shook his head “No, I just think you’re fucking gorgeous and I know for a fact if you ever gave me a chance I’m fairly certain I could make you like me, at least a little”

“Kelly, what are you saying?” you asked and he grinned “I’m saying, come home with me. One night. If you still hate my guts come morning we never mention it again” you raised an eyebrow “And if I don’t still hate your guts?” he took a step closer, one hand going to your hip “You have to go out on an actual date with me”

You looked down to where his thumb was gently digging into the soft flesh of your hip “You’re on” 

You walked into Kelly’s apartment behind him. The entire ride here he’d been a perfect gentleman, his hand had simply rested in yours. You stood in the center of the room while he locked the door and tossed his keys on the counter. He walked over to where you stood and slid his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest “If you don’t want to do this it’s ok sweetheart, I’ll take you home”

“And if I want you to fuck me?” you asked and he lowered his head to your neck. He gripped your hand and brought it back letting you feel how hard he already was and nothing had even happened between the two of you except for a kiss. “That’s what you do, what you’ve done since the moment I laid eyes on you. Do you get now why I’m so damn annoying to you?” you rubbed across his growing bulge and he groaned “Baby”

You laughed lightly “If you want something from me, just ask for it Kelly” he placed a kiss right on your pulse point before saying “I want to fuck you to damn bad baby. Can I please?” you nodded and next thing you knew he was spinning you around and picking you up, leaving you no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist.

When his lips found yours it was all tongue and teeth. You moaned lightly into his mouth and he rolled his tongue against yours, his grip bruisingly tight as he carried you through the apartment to his bedroom. 

He dropped you on the bed but before you could complain he was back on top of you, mouth everywhere. You moaned under him as his teeth grazed a sensitive spot just under your right ear. Your hands went to the hem of his shirt “Take it off” he pulled away from your skin and grinned at you “Knew you liked the view” you glared at him “So help me..” he cut you off by pressing a kiss to your lips before snatching his shirt over his head. 

Once his chest was bared to you it was the perfect opportunity to finally explore the expanse of skin that was now exposed to you. You leaned up to kiss across his collarbone and his eyes fluttered shut “Fuck” you bit down on the side of his neck and his eyes flew open, a smirk slipping into place “Oh we’re doing that?”

You shrugged “You did offer to bite me” he nodded “I’ve got to get the rest of these clothes off you first sweetheart” You reached for your shirt and he laughed “I knew you liked me” and moved to cover your hands with his.

It didn’t take long before you were stripped under him. He held himself up on one arm and just looked at you for a second “What?” you asked and he grinned “You’re so damn mean but so fucking gorgeous. It’s gonna be fun breaking you”

He caught your lips in an almost gentle kiss before kissing across your jaw then down your neck. His lips continued to trail down your body listening to the sounds he pulled out of you to know what you liked. When he made it to your chest and he rolled one nipple into his teeth you arched your back into him and he groaned against you. He pulled off that side with a wet pop then kissed across to the other breast to repeat the action.

“Fuck Kelly” you moaned and he leaned back to cut his eyes up at you “I like hearing that” before continuing his path down your body. When he got to your waist he nipped at your hip, laughing lightly when you gasped out his name. He moved down to kiss across your thighs and you found your legs falling open, more than happy to welcome him.

He glanced up at you before settling between your legs. One thick finger teasing you, sliding between your folds. Your fingers went to his short hair “Kel, please” at that he slipped another finger in, curling them up into you. When he brushed across that spongy spot inside of you, your thighs shook lightly. He kissed your clit gently, his tongue swirling over it.

Your breaths were coming in sharp pants as his tongue and fingers found an easy rhythm working you closer and closer to that edge. “Let me hear you” he demanded and your head fell back against the pillows. You were so damn close, it was like he knew just what you needed because he leaned closer and sucked your clit into his mouth, teeth barely scraping it and you were pushed over that edge, your orgasm slammed into you. Your thighs squeezed the size of his head as he worked you through the orgasm and kept at you until you finally shoved at his head “Too much”

He left a final kiss there before leaning back to grin up at you. “How ya feeling” You curled a finger at him “Come here” he kissed his way up your body and when he got to your lips he crashed his against yours, letting you taste yourself. “Get inside of me” you spoke and he nodded “Yes ma’am” he quickly shoved his jeans off and you swallowed hard when you glanced down between you to see just how big he was. 

“You ok?” he asked and you nodded “I’m good” he smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips as you felt the head of his cock pressing at your entrance. You let your legs fall open a little further so he pushed into you, causing a groan to leave you both when he bottomed out.

Fuck, he was big. Your head fell back against the pillows and you felt his lips teasing at your neck “Are you ok?” he whispered and you nodded “I’m good” he gave a tentative roll of his hips but by then the pain of getting stretched out after so long had given way to pleasure. Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in and he groaned “Fuck you feel good” as his hips snapped into yours. 

It didn’t take him long to find a pace that had you shaking underneath him and clinging to him as you fell apart, again and again. “Kelly please” you begged and he pressed a kiss to your lips “What baby?” he asked, hips never faltering. “Please I want to feel you”

He nodded “Ok baby” and leaned down, pressing his forehead into the bend of your neck as he chased his own high. Your nails dug into his back as his name fell from your lips like  a prayer.

You knew he had to be getting close when he slipped a hand between you to tease at your clit. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt him bury himself inside of you with one finally thrust. When he came  you fell over that edge too, the world taking on a fuzzy soft edge around it.

He stayed like that for a few seconds, letting his breath go back to normal as he kissed across your chest “That was..:” “Amazing?” you finished with a grin. He shrugged “I was hoping you’d say that. Does that mean I can  take you to dinner?” you looked down where he was still inside of you then nodded “Yeah, I think you can”

He laughed and caught your lips in a deep kiss “Give it a few and I’ll help you shower” he pulled out of you gently, apologizing when you whined from the lost contact. “Are you falling for me after all?” he asked and you grinned “Maybe” he shook his head and laid down next to you, pulling you over onto his chest “Still think I’m an annoying ass?” you nodded and looked up at him “But now you have a chance to be my annoying ass” 

He laughed lightly “Baby I’ll take whatever I can get”

[captain-huggy-bear]

"Do you think we're cursed?" Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :) Feel free to request for Mattie or even write for him yourself. Writing Masterlist

He's slumped over in the locker room when you find him after the game. Broad shoulders pulled inwards like he might be able to make himself smaller, might be able to hide away, as he stares at his hands. He looks exhausted, dark circles underneath shifting brown and green eyes, a bruise already forming on his cheek from a fight with Chris Lucas that ended in a 5 minute power play for the Reapers.

You know what Mattie is like...he takes every loss so personal, it doesn't help that the Reapers have been without a good win for what feels like months...it's starting to wear him down, whether he's good enough to be captain or not, whether he's leading them to failure. He blames himself for each loss whether regulation or overtime.

When he looks up at you his hair is wild, dark curls falling cross his forehead haphazardly and his eyes are just as wild, like you hold the answer to everything.

"Do you think we're cursed?"

"Well..." You hesitate, stepping close enough for Mattie to grip you by the hips and pull you closer. He tugs until you're stood between his thighs looking down on him, until you're close enough that you can count the freckles across his face and see the sweep of his long eyelashes.

"Be honest with me, princess...I can take it."

You're not sure he can, hands reaching up to push his curls away from his face, tucking them behind his ears. It's the way he seems to slump into your touch, like you're a cool drink after wandering through a desert, that makes you doubt how much resilience he has in that moment. It was one thing to know you were losing, another to have your girlfriend point it out.

"Are...are you sure? You don't look like you can take it..."

"That's because I just spent 30 minutes on the ice and had a 4 minute shift...and got my shit rocked by Chris Lucas..." He spits the other man's name out like the forward for the Michigan Blaze is poison on his tongue and you know how he feels. Watching him get beat on wasn't fun, you'd screamed your voice raw about the unfairness, and even though Lucas was expelled from the game...it didn't make it easier to see.

"Well...I think we need to do an exorcism on the team. Maybe get some candles? A priest?" You suggest, fingers running back through his curls as he closes his eyes at the sensation. His shoulders starting to relax as his fingers grip tighter to your hips, palms running up and over and back and forth a few times.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm, but I don't think you're cursed..." You hum, letting him pull you into his lap, sitting across his thighs. Like always he takes it easy and in his stride, a big man who prides himself on being able to shift you about whenever, wherever and however he wants. Prides himself on you not worrying if you're too much, too heavy.

"No?"

"No, baby, I just think you're carrying them a little too much right now." Mattie blinks up at you, and you can't help but smooth the bags under his eye, avoiding the sore bruise on his cheek as much as possible.

"5 game loss streak...in September we had a 6 game win streak...how the fuck..." You let him curl his face into your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck like he might be able to hide from the reality of captaining a team that might not even make it to the playoffs at the moment.

"You need team bonding."

"Board games?" He huffs a laugh into your neck, pressing a little kiss there because he can...because even if the whole situation is fucking shit, you make everything a little easier. Whether it's making jokes or running your hands through his hair or just sitting so close to him that he feels like he's not so alone. He can't help but pull you tighter into him on his lap, arms wrapping tight around you like you might decide to get up at leave.

"I was thinking a dungeons and dragons session, if you can't communicate after that...well, might as well put me on the ice."

You grin a little at his laugh, the way his breath tickles your neck and you bounce slightly on his thighs. You might not be a hockey player, a coach or a miracle worker, but this? Cheering him up? That you can do.

"You know...if I wasn't scared of you getting hurt...I'd put you out there, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, think you'd wipe the floor with them, princess. Just bite their ankles." He pulls away from your neck to grin up at you, all toothy and silly, that one curl falling across his forehead. You gasp, pretending to be offended, hands pushing on his shoulders to 'pull away'. Not that he lets you go anywhere, arms firm and solid around you.

"Hey! That's rude!"

"What? You're my little ankle biter," Mattie nuzzles into your cheek, feeling soft and languid, choosing to forget the loss and focus on you. On the way you huff at him, the way you pout at his accusations, the warmth of you in his arms.

"I've never bitten your ankles."

"No, just my arm, my neck, my lips, my ear...."

"Shut up," It's endearing the way you hide your face in the crook of his neck, your skin practically scalding hot against his in your embarrassment.

There's a period of silence, just the sound of both your breaths and the way your clothes shift against each other as you curl together in the locker room. Everyone else is gone and he's glad because that means he can hold you as long as he wants without one of his teammates yapping at him about it and calling him whipped. Which he is. He knows he is.

People look at him and assume he's not that soft, assume that maybe he's a bit of a player, but really? Really, he's totally just smitten with you and he couldn't care less if that ruins his reputation as a hit maker on the ice.

Mattie pulls you out of his neck, just enough for him to cup your cheeks and tilt your face, just enough so that your eyes meet his and he can smile at you all soft and sweet. Like you've turned him into a trained house pet (you have, you've practically domesticated him).

"I love you...y'know that?" The way you bite your lip and look away just for a second is adorable, that after all this time you still get a little awkward and a little bashful when he tells you that he loves you. The truth is you still don't quite believe it, that the man in front of you can love you that much, so much that he never fails to mention it, that he'll say it in front of anyone and everyone, unashamed.

"I know. I love you too, y'know?"

"Even when I'm losing?" He says it like a joke, but you can hear the real question in his words...like he truly thinks you might not want him anymore if he doesn't win. You only care that he wins for his sake, you're not dating him because his team is winning or losing or anything in between. You're dating him.

"You could lose every game for the rest of your career and I'd still love you, Matthew."

"Keep talking like that and I'll make you my wife."

"As if you weren't planning on it anyway."

"...True, you're my ankle biter, can't let anyone else have you."