#feeding hungry street puppies

[theafterglow83]

Stray thoughts from an unhinged mind caused by a song called Robin

Since my teens, I have always been a Karlie Kloss fan. No amount of vitriol from the Swifty’s has ever strayed or strained my conviction that Karlie is on many levels, and aside from being absolutely gorgeous, a better human being than Taylor Swift.

By that I mean she seems to project a warmth and a level of kindness and humanity out into the world that is so pure and honest, when compared to Taylors, sometimes vengeful and darker persona ~as well as her being Queen Mother to one of the worlds most vindictive and exhausting cults who would gladly fillet anyone at “Mother’s “ request. Taylor (the brand) has made a career and a fortune from feeding her tales of romantic misfortune and presumed ex lovers to her hungry mob with merchandise to match.

Karlie on the other hand has a nurturing and supportive side to her and don’t let her beautiful and seductive exterior fool you for below that sultry surface she gives off a warm and fuzzy golden vibe- like a puppy. She’s sophisticated, highly intelligent, NYC chic and street smart , often silly and maturing like fine wine while somehow becoming more beautiful as she ages. She also appears to be one Hell of a good mother to those babies.

All that being said about their personalities is exactly why I believe Karlie’s sunshine is the perfect match for Taylor and her moody, broken, impulsive ,often over indulgent, midnight rain personality. Not only are they equal in status - they have a Yin Yang balance to them - Only that sunshine can dry up the rain in Taylor .

I’ll continue.

While listening to songs off of the TTPD I was stopped dead in my tracks when I came to the song, Robin. I listened three times and found a tear rolling down my right cheek. I was choked up and the tiny hairs on my arms stood up . To say I was moved would be an understatement. There was something so raw, so pure and so loving in those lyrics. I had to sit with my thoughts for a while but I feel the need to share them now among those who i consider “my people”.

The Kaylors.

Sidebar confession: Yes, I’m a Kaylor.

I firmly believe Taylor Swift, and Karlie Kloss had a long running romantic relationship. They were more than friends. They were lovers too. The level of denial it takes to doubt that is astonishing. It wasn’t just Kissgate that sealed the deal. It’s the way those two looked at each other and communicated in a secret language all their own. They were deeply in love.

I believe it all started prior to the public meet up at the VS Fashion Show and even long before the “your kitchen or mine cookie “tweet.

I believe Taylor and Karlie first met when Taylor was showing up at fashion shows that Karlie was walking in as far back as 2009. Where they had a relationship then? Probably not because they were both involved with others but the sparks were flying. Thats when the foundation was laid. The attraction was there. The seeds planted. Destiny and the Universe did the rest.

Think Love Story lyrics

“We were both young when I first saw you” which I believe Taylor wrote about Karlie and which also happens to be Karlies favorite song. I believe they had an ongoing relationship that continued on until late 2017-early 2018 and then I believe something happened and they broke up, as many long-term relationships often do. My guts tell me it was cheating and it was on Taylor’s part and the regret from that will haunt Taylor for her entire life because it caused the trajectory of their path to change.

Karlie married in 2018 yet many speculate they were still together and the unofficial story is the real trouble actually came in mid 2019.

Taylor was furious over the masters, fingers were pointing everywhere, cheating rumors flew. This entire story certainly has all the drama of a Netflix series that could easily do 8 seasons

There’s so much more to this Masters incident than the public is aware of. Also the fact that Josh’s families company ~ the Carlisle Group provided the funding to Scooter is an often overlooked storyline.

Was Taylor angry at Karlie for that but how could Karlie control that if she was even in that loop of that drama. Or~ was there more -because in any good mystery - there’s always several layers more .

What did Scooter have to leverage getting that kind of money from them to buy the masters? Being Karlie’s manager at the time perhaps he has something on her or Taylor or both of them and used it as that leverage . It’s a whole other rabbit hole that I don’t have time to visit right now but regardless Taylor is still angry about to this very day which tells me it goes way deeper and my gut feeling is that Taylor’s dad was the one involved with knowing things and not Karlie Kloss who got fed to the sharks over the situation.

So I’m going on record here saying I never believed Karlie had anything to do with Masters Heist. I believe that story was used as an explanation to explain their separation. I know there’s a whole other level of messy lore involving this and a love blackout and Trumps election and Karlie’s association with the Kushner’s but I’m going to skip over that season and move on -except to say that it was absolutely shameful the level of hate Karlie was forced to endure because of that and still her sun shinned while she was being made the villain online and much of it still continues to this day. At any point during that scandal Karlie could have spoken out but she didn’t. She quietly took one for the team.

I’m not going to pretend that I know what happened during that murky period or what is happening now - because honestly -I do not…but there have been a strange set clues and way too many “koincidences to simply chalk up to being coincidences.

It’s just a gut feeling but I also don’t believe their connection went fully went away or ever will for that matter. They are and will forever be tied together even in the times they are apart but I kinda think they reunited ( again) in early to mid 2020.

I’ve read all the theories. I’ve heard all the rumors ,I’ve been to the rabbit hole, I’ve climbed out, I’ve fallen back in, and most days now you’ll find me sitting on the edge dangling my feet still and kinda wondering. I live my life ~ they live theirs.

So am I a LSK?

No, not really, but some days …ok, maybe. You see for as much as I try to say no…there’s just this tiny string I can’t help but see so I keep my feet planted on the ground but my mind open.

By open I mean open to the possibility that Taylor and Karlie are in one of those kind of “relationships” where as hard as they try ~they just can’t seem to quit each other and they go through periods of on and off times. “pauses” is what I like to call the brakes or bumps along the way. You know that couple that’s over but they’re never really over ?

Where are they now? I have no idea.

Taylor has another year of touring and promoting and probably Travis. My money says Taylor Swift will be the halftime show at next years Super Bowl.

Karlie, along with her modeling contacts ( Carolina Herrera, Estée Lauder, Donna Karen etc ) is venturing into the business world. Along with running Kode with Klossy, she’s CEO of her newly formed media company. She bought I-D magazine and also Life magazine, which Josh also invested in , this year. She’s got a lot on her plate

Yes, Karlie is married but is she really married in the traditional sense of what we all consider marriage to be? On the surface, yes… but once again- the layers and the lore here is incredible.

What a character she’d be on that Netflix show I imagine in my head . Just give her an Emmy already.

Does she love Josh? I’m absolutely sure she does- but the real question is…is she IN love with Josh? You know- romantic love -which, I as an observer ~don’t believe she is or ever has been. You can just kinda tell and no matter how many pictures she posts the connection just isn’t there and whenever I see her with her beautiful babies (even if he’s in the photo) she gives off that “ single mother vibe “

That level of chemistry, no matter how the pictures are posed~ or the hand in hand walks are staged -the passion ~ the look in their eyes - it just isn’t there and honestly it never was.

They have always given off that bff energy and frankly ~ Karlie’s friendship with her “big brother “ Derek actually feels more real, relaxed and genuine.Then there are the gay rumors ( past and present) surrounding their entire little multiverse ~but we won’t go into them right now either. We’d be here all night.

And yes, Taylor has had her share of public relationships but have they been real? Have they had their moments? probably. Did some become more than PR for a brief period of time. Possibly She’s been linked to everyone she even walks by or talks to but somehow it all pales and fades in time. I’m sure there have been flings along the way but flings don’t fly and usually run their course in that 9 1/2 week period that flings seem to take.

If I’m being honest, as I observe from the treetops all of Taylor’s relationships and Karlies relationship with Josh, they never reach the level of the real connection and happiness that I saw between Taylor and Karlie. That’s something you just can’t fake or reproduce with another .

Whatever is going on with Travis is so cringey and sadly embarrassing.I tend to think it’s PR but if it’s real then he truly is her obnoxious karma and karma isn’t usually a good thing. But hey the moneys good. Maybe they’ll even get lavender married so she can stay in her closet and continue to throw red meat to the $wifties.

The future is yet unwritten.

All that being said, I’ll get back to my original point of this ramble and that’s a song called Robin.

So yes, I’ve heard the rumors, I’ve read the theories, I’ve seen photographs of visual evidence. Karlie Kloss was in Los Angeles during the pandemic, the same place where Taylor was in fort part of 2020. When she returned to NYC if you count the months - she was pregnant even if she didn’t look it. I also believe Karlie was there in the shadows during the Long Pond Studio recordings in Upstate NY. Jack kind of gave it away when he referenced “Joe the dog” as being who he thought Taylor was talking about when she said “ Joe and I wrote a song”

I’ve also heard the rumor that there was a ceremony between them that they tried to pass off as a ceremony between Taylor and Joe which Tree later denied that there was ever a ceremony of “any type”.

Ok buckle up because here it comes

I’ve seen the “turkey baster”( IVF ) post that Karlie made. Like who uses a turkey baster in May? What an odd thing to do unless you were signaling an IVF pregnancy situation. Regardless ~ she was extremely happy that day.

I’ve seen the cinnamon buns post ( think the expression “buns in the oven ) that Taylor made a few days later back in May 2020. She was “proud” of her cinnamon buns.

Happy & proud …hum

Is that a crazy set of coincidences? Hand on whatever holy book you set before me ~ I’d have to say “yes”

And it’s Absolutely crazy considering the fact that Levi was born a little over nine months later.

Add in the fact of how emotional Taylor got accepting her Grammy for Folklore when Arron thanked his “ wife and kids “during the acceptance speech.

For a few moments there you could feel the raw emotion in her as she nearly burst into tears andJack tried to console her. Blonde was gutted. It cut deep.

Sidebar:

Yes Aaron has a son named Robin but he’s 9 years old and other than the name cleverly used for gentle cover of the truth in case damage control is ever needed~ there is no connection to that child or a secret, no showmanship to cover it up or anything that would make Taylor react as she did. Other than his name there is no connection to the words in the song

But the fact that Levi’s birth was announced during the Grammys absolutely does connect.

So I’ll just put a pin in that and move on.

Listening to that ballad yesterday rocked my entire world . It was so soft, gentle and living. So heart wrenching that I just let my emotions flow through me as my mind wandered back gathering and processing all the previous rumors and lore I had heard along the way. It left me rattled as it tumbled through memories. Could it all have been true?

So now I’m just gonna say it out loud running the risk of being attacked and also sounding like a supermarket tabloid…here goes “could Levi be Karlie’s and Taylor’s child?”

I know it sounds crazy…secret love child but …

I’m not trying to out anyone and I want to respect the fact that a child is involved here. Honestly I had second and third thoughts about posting this but if I’m being real ~ it’s also a collective of things that have been shared openly about Taylor and Karlie here for years. Somehow the song was like a puzzle piece that snapped into place.

…those loving words ,the emotion in Taylor‘s voice as she sings about her strong heartfelt attachment to a young toddler, as she encourages him in being wild and free in his wonder years, playing with abandon and roaring at the dinosaurs~

There was real love in those words

.

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Looking out his window over his kingdom (NYC) and speaking gibberish

She also advocates for him keeping his innocence for as long as possible and then speaks of a secret that a inner circle of people have chosen to keep from him” in sweetness” to protect him and the “showmanship” to cover up that secret that he has no idea of.

And as she watches his unabashed play in his toddler purity she prophesies there will come a time in the future when the world he faces will have harsh words for him and she reminds him that he will bounce back like he now does on his trampoline.

“ and you have no idea

Buried down deep and out of your reach

the secret we all vowed

to keep it from you in sweetness

strings tied to levers

slowed down clocks tethers

all the showman ship

to keep it from you in sweetness

way to go, tiger

I’m not crying , you are and Levi looks just like his mommy 🤍

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Let’s keep this in the family ✌️🤍🏳️‍🌈

God I love this show .

Stay tuned for next season

[mayasaurusss]

vampire!Charlotte who feels bad for needing to feed off the reader :(( if rqs are open of course - 🐇

Charlotte who feels bad when she has to drink from you :(

She has been in need to feed from your blood since she got bit by a disease infected bat.

Food isn't satiating her, only meat can come close to scratching that itch that she feels, but it isn't enough.

When she is watching an horror movie with you and see one of the characters getting murdered, blood spilling everywhere, she feels the dark need to sink her theet into your throath.

She gets scared of herself, of her thoughts, so she purposefully chooses to get away from you. She doesn't want to hurt you, after all.

But after you relentlessly try to see her, to know if she's okay, she caves in.

She hasn't eaten in weeks, months maybe. She is so, so hungry.

When you ask her if maybe the bat is responsible, if maybe she's one of those creatures that roam in the night, the though makes her almost lose it.

She is TERRIFIED when you tell her to bit you, thinking that you have lost your fucking mind, but the thought is interesting.

She has been dying to sink her teeth into something. And your troath seems sooo inviting.

Something stops her. She doesn't want to. She doesn't want to hurt you. She'd rather die than hurt you.

But when you climb in her lap, move your head so that your neck is exposed to her, makes it so hard for her to contain herself.

She is still unsure, moving her head back and almost manhandling you off of her lap, but when you take her head and press your nose on your neck, her body reacts before her mind can.

She bites. Hard. Her fangs sink in your flesh, tearing it apart.

Blood oozes from you, so red and exquisite.

The sight makes her famished. She latches on your wound, drinking until the blood stops.

Her mouth is covered in blood, tainting her lips and theet, as well as your skin and clothes.

Her belly is finally full, a feeling of satisfaction filling her chest. But amidst that, there is also guilt.

She pulls back, looking at your face. Your cheeks are coloured in a sick shade, eyes unfocused, lips parting.

She runs downstairs to get you as much water and sugar as possible, feeding you old cookies she found in her pantry.

Charlotte who, from then on, feeds from you with the utmost care.

She cleans the patch of skin she's about to take a sip from, caring for you in such a loving way it makes your heart ache.

She bites you with care, her fangs tearing gently at your flesh.

Her tongue catches the droplets of blood that fall from you. From your collar bone to the wound of your neck, she licks the blood clean, coming up to suck on the scar she caused.

Lottie who, after feeding from you, see how her teeth are becoming puncture scars on your neck. Who becomes so very sad that you have to comfort her for what she has become :"(

Charlotte who actively stops feeding from you on fear of hurting you. Who starts to feed on strangers, leaving them on the side of the street while they try to understand what just happened.

Lottie who whines like a puppy when you find her out, scolding her for feeding off of strangers. Who is secretly so glad you let her drink from you, because your blood is the sweetest thing she bad ever drank.

Lottie which gets a bit flustered when she drinks from you. Watches as a rivulet of blood falls down your collarbone to your chest, making that cold blood of hers pump in her veins.

Lottie who gets in a blood craze when she drinks from you during sex. She's knuckles deep in your slit, moaning and whimpering and when she bites from you, just as you're about to come, and the action makes you fall apart under her.

Your blood has some how become sweeter, mixed with your scent and taste, and it makes her go feral. Lottie who drinks from you as you're riding your high like she's a starved woman. You feel lips, theet, tongue all over your neck.

Lottie who gets incredibly aroused when you expose your neck to tease her. She's so down bad for you that she has to physically restrain herself from jumping on you.

Lottie who, even if she became a vampire, can lay in the sun.

Her favorite moment of her day is waking up, the sun rays shining on her naked chest, and finding you laying near her on the bed, sleeping soundly.

Lottie who kisses your neck, lapping at the still fresh wound. Your skin smells of the sun, and it's so sweet and lovely it makes her heart feel fuzzy :'). Reminds her of how lucky she is to have you.

Lottie who places a kiss on your wounds, lips trailing up your neck and jaw to your lips, who kisses you with care and love.

"Good morning, beautiful" Lottie who, even afree becoming a blood seeking monster that roams the dead of night, is still as romantic as ever.

[turvi]

Remus Lupin- Mandy the Calf

Warning: mentions of sex.

Y/n had just come back from grocery shopping as she knew Remus will home in a few hours and would immediately feel hungry. Even though Remus is a calm and collected person he could be a bit finicky because of his empty stomach.

As Y/n approached her front door she noticed a calf sitting on the porch blocking the front door and chewing grass. She sighed. When she had thought of living a cottage life with Remus this was not what she had imagined. While Remus would be away teaching at Hogwarts she would be pestered time and again by the calves that walk into their lawn.

She cautiously approached the calf and talked to it like it could understand her "hey buddy can you move a bit? A very hungry werewolf of my husband is coming home and I need to feed him"

The calf kept chewing its grass. Y/n tried to unlock the door while the calf sat there and chewed. It finally moved when Y/n opened her door. "Thanks, buddy" Y/n said to the calf but as she got into her house she put her groceries on the table to see the calf had entered her home.

"Ohh no" Y/n tried to move the calf out but it sat in the living room and slept. Y/n sighed and she realized that she was already late and decided to go to the kitchen and make dinner and deal with the calf later.

Remus took off from work early today. He quickly said his goodbyes to his colleagues and left. He was aching down there and he immediately backed up his car from the parking lot and left. He sped up a little but not too much that might harm him. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he reached the familiar street. There were not many houses where they lived. It was a close-knit community and everybody knew everybody but still, they minded their own business.

As Remus parked in the garage, he took a deep breath. He had to do two things once he entered the home. Ask his wife for consent and then fuck her so good that she forgets her own name.

He entered his home and heard a moo. It startled Remus and he looked that a calf was sitting in his living room. He called out to Y/n "Honey?"He stared at the calf who had a milk bowl in front of him. Remus rolled his eyes. He knew his wife loved animals and now she would be paying attention to the calf rather than her needy husband. He groaned as Y/n entered the living room.

"Oh, Rem isn't it cute? I named it Mandy"

On any other day, he would have loved this but right now his boner was growing as he saw his wife's apron clinging to her figure. Y/n noticed Remus' face looking flushed "Are you ok Rem?"

He got closer to her not minding the calf one bit and held her tightly against him "can I please have you? Just give me a few hours then you can spend as much time as you want with Mandy." Remus gave his best puppy face and hoped his wife said yes. Obviously, he needed her but he was not going to force her if she didn't want to be with him right now.

She teased him "how long are we talking?"

He smirked "I look forward to keeping you with me all night maybe even till morning"

"Remmy what about dinner? What about Mandy?"

"Well, I am not that hungry. If you are you can go ahead and eat and I don't think Mandy will be disturbing us at any time soon. What will it be hun?" he whispered in her ear.

Y/n quickly went to the kitchen to cover the food and took Remus' hand and led him to their room. "Try not to make too much sound. I don't want to traumatize Mandy"

Remus kissed Y/n and picked her up before she could make any more noise.

The next morning Remus woke up to something licking his face. He woke up to see Mandy licking his face.

"Y/N!!! GET THIS CALF OUT OF OUR ROOM"

Y/n was giggling as she entered the room. Her husband hugged her and pouted "where were you? You were supposed to greet me good morning, not Mandy."

She laughed "oh you man child I was making breakfast. I didn't realize when Mandy entered our room."

Remus didn't respond to her as he was busy leaving wet kisses on her neck when all of a sudden Mandy bumped his back. He groaned again. "If Mandy stays here I don't think we will be able to make babies"

A/N: Don't ask me what this is. I swear this is not a fever dream. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK APPRECIATED

[crystalgastles]

My Sally

So, I’ve barely written for her but she’s one I’ve put a lot of thought into. I wrote for her based off of Claudia from iwtv because they have very similar premises and I love them both very dearly.

Let me get one thing out of the way, She is not a ghost.

The angel (what I call my slenderman) can freeze someone in the state it found them in if they are dead, bring them back to life or change them in a way that benefits it’s cause.

It found a little girl, hit by a semi on the side of the highway in 1950

She was very loved. The thing about sally is the way she met her tragic end. Running into the road after her ball rolled into the tree lined highway only to get hit by a semi truck.

When her mother noticed she couldn’t see her outside from the kitchen sink window it already took her. She would never be buried, she would never have a funeral. She would never grow up.

She was 12 when she died. Stuck in the body of a child forever forced to feed on people’s organs and blood. People it picked out for her to kill. Sometimes she picked them out herself. An insatiable hunger that could never be satisfied.

“I’m sooo hungry and I can’t find my mama whatever will I do sir” fake puppy dog tear filled eyes and all.

She’s charming, who wouldn’t help a little girl that had lost her mother find her. Too bad your kindness ends when your stomach is ripped open and your guts are pulled out like Christmas garland.

She understands she will never grow old, never see her family and never have the love she sees others have. It doesn’t mean she isn’t angry.

She targets mothers and grown women mostly when that man in the suit isn’t telling her what to do all the time.

She’s envious that they got to grow up and she didn’t. How come she has to roam rat infested streets and sleep behind store fronts instead of wearing ribbons and bows, with silk shoes on her feet and linen on her back.

This is all I have so far, I love my sweet little angel so much who cares if she eats people

[thefriendlyghvst]

puppy love // hansol vernon chwe

you applauded the group once the song was over and they stopped dancing, their panting and breathing taking over the silence of the practice room. a few of them sat or lay on the floor while the others went off to get some refreshments. you stood up, thinking to grab water for the members that were tired and on the floor.

"y/n-ah, you're an angel. thank you," seokmin reached for the bottle in your hand from his seat on the floor.

you sat between him and mingyu, passing the latter another bottle. they thanked you and you smiled at them, telling them that they have done a good job. you were too busy laughing and talking with the two of them to realise that vernon was watching you from the back of the room, a subtle but fond smile on his features.

he was on his phone, scrolling through the notifications he had. most of them from you sending videos as they practiced just ten minutes ago. as he was going through his feed, he heard you laugh at something and looked up again.

"you should tell her, you know," wonwoo encouraged with a pat on his back.

vernon blinked at him. "tell her what, hyung?"

"oh come on, it's so obvious you like her," wonwoo teased with a smirk.

"yeah! just tell her, hyung!" dino chimed in, a wide smile on his face.

the boy wasn't exactly quiet, which earned him hushing noises from both wonwoo and vernon. chan apologised with a sheepish smile, and hansol took a moment to appreciate the chatter of everyone else in the room. he glanced back at you who was still chatting away with dk and mingyu before shaking his head. wonwoo pat him again on the shoulder and returned his attention back to his phone, and chan left to go and review the choreography with soonyoung.

vernon sighed and glanced back at his phone. the device that had automatically shut off turned on again, and he was now looking at you through the photo he had set as his lock screen.

it was taken by one of the group's members. you were bent over laughing with one hand on your knee, the other pointing at vernon who was looking at you judgementally. he had a bungeo-ppang hat on, which was already funny, but he didn't remember what exactly made you laugh that hard and for him to make that face. he did however, remember how beautiful you looked with that smile on your face when he saw that candid photo for the first time.

you had noticed the background before and had asked him about it. his excuse was that it was just a funny memory and he wanted to remember it. he didn't want you to know that he had it set because he was so enchanted by you.

he didn't know when or how, but he's had a crush on you for the longest time. the two of you had been friends for longer. you were attached at the hip ever since before you knew how to talk, and it was almost like you were siblings since you both grew up together. he never told you his feelings for you, for many reasons. one of them was that he didn't want to ruin the special bond you already shared with this puppy love, so he decided to keep it a secret.

only, it wasn't just puppy love.

vernon saw every side of you and still loved you. he saw your temper, your insecurities, your humour, your kindness, your hatred, everything. he still loved every part of you, wishing every day that you were his as much as he was already yours.

"bononieeee," you called in a sing-song voice.

he snapped out of his thoughts and noticed the phone had turned off automatically once again. vernon looked up at you who was walking towards where he was sitting. you nodded at him in question and he blinked awkwardly. was he staring for too long?

"what are you doing?" you asked as you took a seat next to him, waving at wonwoo in the process.

"nothing much. have you eaten?" he asked you in reply.

"not yet, but i'm not really that hungry. we can go out for dinner after you're done! i know a good place," you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

he chuckled. that good place would definitely be the restaurant down the street that you've frequented since you guys were teens. he couldn't blame you though. they really had the best home-cooked meals. it had become you guys' spot for all occasions.

"i'm down," he said, smiling at you. 

"great! you can come too, wonwoo-ssi," you offered.

vernon felt something in his chest shift. he was hoping you guys could hang out alone since you always hung out in groups. its been a while since hansol had you all to himself.

"oh i'm good, thank you. you guys have fun," wonwoo said, politely declining.

you nodded at him in understanding and told him he's welcomed to join next time too if he wants. the older boy chuckled and ruffled your hair as he got up, earning a noise of disapproval from you. he told you guys he'd be right back since he wanted to get a drink, vernon helping you fix your hair as you mimicked punches at wonwoo for doing that.

"thanks, nonie. you're so nice to me," you smiled at him as your gaze softened once you looked at him again.

"of course," his rich deep voice was music to your ears.

"i gotta go do one last bout of practice. dinner later, yeah?" he said as you heard the instructors gather the whole team again.

you nodded at him, the smile you had on never leaving your face as he got up and jogged over to his group. the music started again, and you can't help but stare at your best friend the entire time.

what vernon didn't know, was that you've always felt the same. you were just too shy to say anything and afraid that this really all might just be puppy love.

*****

masterlist

[ceekbee]

Because

So I can’t save the world—

can’t save even myself,

can’t wrap my arms around

every frightened child, can’t

foster peace among nations,

can’t bring love to all who

feel unlovable.

So I practice opening my heart

right here in this room and being gentle

with my insufficiency. I practice

walking down the street heart first.

And if it is insufficient to share love,

I will practice loving anyway.

I want to converse about truth,

about trust. I want to invite compassion

into every interaction.

One willing heart can’t stop a war.

One willing heart can’t feed all the hungry.

And sometimes, daunted by a task too big,

I tell myself what’s the use of trying?

But today, the invitation is clear:

to be ridiculously courageous in love.

To open the heart like a lilac in May,

knowing freeze is possible

and opening anyway.

To take love seriously.

To give love wildly.

To race up to the world

as if I were a puppy,

adoring and unjaded,

stumbling on my own exuberance.

To feel the shock of indifference,

of anger, of cruelty, of fear,

and stay open. To love as if it matters,

as if the world depends on it.

~ Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer : https://www.wordwoman.com/

[Art: Lucy Campbell]

[yutas-eyebrow]

my pizza boy- qian kun

Pt.1

Y/Ns pov:

7:00 pm

I arrive at my door exhausted from work and open it to find my younger brother aiden on the floor watching spongebob, "hey is mom home" I asked as I take my shoes off and grab my home shoes "nah, she has a shift right now... are you making food!? Im hungry" he admits " ah, what do you want to eat... are you in the mood for pizza!?" I ask hoping he is so i dont have to cook

"Oooooo, yeah! Johnny recommend this place! Its new its called something like we are your vision pizzeria!" "Johnny!? Doesn't he eat like a jar of honey for lunch? You're trusting his review?" I raise my eyebrow "Well at least give it a tryyyyy! Pleaseee! For meeeeee!?" He does puppy eyes and I can't resist "...fine"

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Now dialling: WayV pizzeria

"Hello?"

"Hello!!! This is the it boy, cool money swagger Hendery speakingggg! How may I be of assistance!?"

"Hello! Is this wayv pizzeria?"

"Yesss! Would you like a delivery or a pick up!?"

"A delivery please, do you have any recommendations for me?" I ask not knowing all their deals

"Of course! We have our newest special called the "give me that"! Trust me you'll wolf it down! Any allergies?"

"Ah, no, how many does it feed?"

"Feeds up to five, but trust me when I say you'll eat for two! Will that be all?"

"Yes, thank you. My address is xxx street, building xxx, apartment xxx"

"All set! Thanks for being so swag! Your food will arrive in 20 minutes or less! Have a great swaggy day!"

"Thank you Hendery, you too" I say trying to sound as swag as him

pt.2 link

[house-of-slayterr]

Night of the Living Red: I See Red Pt. 3

CW: Smut like I promised, lol.

I’m too lazy to focus on the magic spell part of the story, so just assume the boys work like vampire diaries vampires now, and they’re free from Max’s site bond.

Your POV:

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful. I snuggled up to Marko on the couch as I barely listened to the stories the other boys were telling. They didn’t really feel like leaving the cave again. I noticed Paul shifting in his seat, looking uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong puppy?” I asked him.

His skin flushed at the pet name.

“It’s nothing.”

I frowned, uncrossing my hands from around Marko’s shoulders, and crawling across the couch over to Paul. He gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly. It was a delicious sight. He tried to look away, but I held my fingers under his chin and turned him to face me. He licked his lips, his breathing getting heavier.

“It’s clearly not nothing, I can smell it on you. What is it?”

“Really, it’s no big deal.”

“Paul-“ I warned.

“Ok ok, I tell you.”

“Good boy.”

“I’m the only one who didn’t get to feed before you changed our plans for the night. I’m hungry.” He whined.

I chuckled lowly, the sound purring in the back of my throat.

“We’ll why didn’t you just say so baby? I think a little demon blood is just what the doctor ordered.”

“We- we can drink from you?” He blinked.

“Our blood is highly sought over by many groups.” I explained, “hear we taste better after we’ve fed ourselves though.”

He locked his lips once again. Poor boy must have been starving.

“How do we know this isn’t a trick?” David finally spoke up.

“Do I have any reason to lie?”

“You lied to get up here and hold us hostage.” Dwayne said flatly.

It was clear he was still upset about my little display of dominance earlier.

“No, I said I wanted you go with you. Not my fault you assumed my intentions.”

He rolled his eyes.

“And why would you do that for him?”

Gosh, still so paranoid these too.

“I told you I liked you. Trust me you’d all be dead right now if I didn’t. I could have had my fun and left you here to rot. But I didn’t. Why? Because you guys seem fun, and anything I can do to piss off my ancestors is a plus in my book.”

“Your family seems complicated.” Marko chimed in.

“You don’t know the half of it lover boy. Diplomatic families are seriously energy vampires. That’s why most of us don’t live past our 20s. When you have everything, nothing really feels like it’s worth anything. Sounds privileged, I know, but I’d rather live on the streets then ever go back there.”

“You could stay here.”

All heads in the room snapped to him in an instant.

“Now don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

“I’m serious, I don’t see why she couldn’t.”

“Maybe the fact that she’s a vampire hunter.” David pointed out.

“Yeah, one that’s going to give us the ability to walk in the sun again. She could probably even free us from Max if we ask nicely.”

“And who is this Max?” I asked intrigued.

“The bastard that turned us. Fucker said we’d be a family, but all he does is boss us around. And leave us to fend for ourselves. You know I had to teach them all how to vampires?” David ranted.

I frowned. What kind of Maker doesn’t stick with their fledgling.

“And he’s not very nice.” Paul pipped it.

“Is that so?”

“He’s always yelling at us for something.”

I ran a hand through Paul’s hair, swiping it out of his face. A small smile crept onto my own.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing, just thinking about how nice his head would look as a foot stool.” I said.

He laughed, it was a sweet and additive noise. I desperately wanted to hear it again. God, these vampires were doing something to me. I could barely even hear the voice in the back of my head telling me to kill them. Normally humans had to try to get me in the mood. Half of the people here didn’t even like me, yet their annoyance with me was making me wet. What were they doing to me?

“You’d really do that?” David asked.

“You kill my priest, I’ll kill your daddy. You won’t even be confined to this shit brick little town anymore. We could go anywhere you want!” I offered.

Some travel companions would be nice. Vampire souls were much more filling than human souls. Just the energy radiating off of Paul right now was enough to keep me full for the night. But I wanted more, so much more. I looked back down at him, shifting a little so we were sat at the same height. I just starred at him for a bit, and he started laughing again.

“What?” He asked once more.

I placed a hand on his cheek.

“Can I-“ he didn’t even let me finish my sentence before his lips smashed into mine.

The kiss was hungry and desperate. Any other person would be able to ignore the other boys, but I could smell their arousal from here. They were turned on by me kissing Paul, so why not give them a show. I deepened the kiss, biting down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood. But he didn’t even flinch, not stopping the flow for a second. When I finally pulled away for air, I licked the small dribble of blood off his chin.

“You’re sweet.” I smiled at him.

I could tell I was torturing the poor boy. He was hungry and I’d just selfishly taken from him. But the blush on his cheeks was so damn cute. I gave him one more peck on the lips before crawling onto his lap. I leaned in so my back was against his chest, and moved my hair to one side of my neck.

“We’ll go on, it’s only fair.” I said.

He didn’t bother hesitating, I could already see his face shifting. Damn he was hot. I drew in a small breath as his fangs pierced the skin of my clavicle. God did it feel good, I leaned my head back, giving him more space to play around with. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. I heard David chuckling from a crossed the cave. My spinning head probably making him sound further away than he actually was.

“Is this turning you on little succubus?” I could hear the smug tone in his voice, and it was not helping.

I pried my eyes open and looked at him the best I could.

“I’ve only heard stories of vampire souls, never been this close to one before.” I said.

A guttural growl sounded from Paul’s throat and I nearly lost it at that.

I snapped my legs shut and threw my head back again.

“Christ, baby you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” I purred out.

“He’s hardly even touching you” Marko laughed.

“I don’t see your hands doing anything-“ I snapped.

In less than a second Marko was in front of me kneeling on the floor. He ran his hands up my leg and his skin was so cold it sent goosebumps through my skin. I could feel David’s eyes trained on me from across the room. But he made no attempt to move, just watching with intent while sipping his beer. Dwayne was trying desperately to hide his arousal but he couldn’t hide from me. I chuckled to myself as he turned the other way in his chair, his back toward us.

Marko’s hands stopped when they reached the hem of my dress. I grit my teeth, frustrated that he wasn’t moving fast enough.

“Marko, I swear to Lucifer if you don’t rip this dress off me right now I’m going to stake you in your sleep.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, the sound of tearing fabric echoed off the cave walls. Oops, sorry mom. I was glad I wore my good lingerie set today, the red lace moulded to my every curve. I heard David clear his throat as he clearly choked on his beer. A shit eating grin crept onto my face. This was probably the closet to heaven a demon like me could ever get.

Marko’s hands tightest on my thighs as he pushed my legs apart. I was helpless to even try to tease him right now. This all felt so backwards, me submitting to someone. Normally my prey loved to beg before me, letting me do anything I wanted to get them off. But right now, these two vampires had me putty in their hands. And I wasn’t going to complain. It felt nice to not have to work for it. I felt his teeth nip at the inside of my thigh, and I let out a shocked gasp. My hands instinctively went to Paul’s hair, trying to gain some stability. He growled into my neck. He likes having his hair pulled, good to know.

I felt the slight sting as Marko bit down into the flesh of my plush thighs. His right hand stayed dug into the flesh of my hip, as his left hand reached up to rub circles on my clit. His hands felt amazing and I could hardly get out a sentence right now even if I tried. And somehow knowing David was watching shamelessly, and Dwayne cowering was just making everything so much better.

Normally I had to do a lot to get even a fraction of this wet. I hardly even orgasmed anymore when I fed from my clients. No matter how hard they tried, or how desperate they were to please me, I always had to take it. But as long as they orgasmed, I could get my fill. Sex had never really been about my pleasure before. I almost wined when Marko’s teeth left my skin.

“God Kitten you’re so wet.” He slurred out.

I couldn’t help the blush that spread through my checks.

“A succubus only needs the other person to orgasm to feed. And god those humans are boring.” I whined.

“You’re telling me nobodies ever made you cum?” David chimed in.

Now Paul’s teeth were out of my neck as well. He brushed some hair behind my ear as he readjusted his grip on me, keeping me steady.

“Not even in the room long enough to get wet usully. Human men are feeble creatures, all you have to do is touch them a little and then they’re done. They don’t know the difference between real or fake moans. One time this college boy had summoned me, and it was his first time. Barely had him in my mouth for a minuets before he was screaming. Poor boy was so embarrassed, I didn’t even want to try more, afraid I might break him.” I confessed.

David let out a light laugh.

“God, you’re more of a saint than me. I’d be pissed with the amount of pent up frustration you must have.”

“What do you think the killings for?” I quipped.

Marko’s hand was still on me, and don’t get me wrong it felt amazing. But I could at least think right now, long enough to have a congestion. But if I’m honest, I just wanted David to shut up and kiss me. And it seems my intentions were heard loud and clear. David set down his beer and moved over to the couch. Paul scooched us over so he could sit.

“Nice bra.” He complimented.

“What can I say, reds my favourite colour.”

“You’d look pretty bathing in it” he said.

He moved my hair out of the way and began leaving hot kisses on my neck. I could feel his little smirk after each one.

“Paul, baby, you full already?” I asked.

God I sounded like a concerned mother right now. Not the vibe I was going for.

“I’d much rather be eating something else.” He purred.

I shifted my weight so I was leaning most of it on David. Marko simple followed along, and Paul’s lips were back on me. He pulled away much to quick for my liking. But between Marko licking the wound on my thigh, and David trailing his hands down my spine, did I really have room to complain? I could taste a bit of blood in my mouth.

“You see, that’s what you taste like baby.” Paul complimented. “Most delicious thing I’ve ever sank my fangs in”

Why was I blushing so damn hard? I never blushed. I’d heard almost every line in the book from all the people I fed on. But something about the way Paul spoke just made my stomach Erupt in butterflies. I felt David’s hands reach the edge of bra, and a soft click was heard as he undid it. I let him take it off and throw it somewhere in the cave. Paul’s eyes had gone wide and he was practically drooling.

“Wanna know what I think?” I asked.

Paul nodded, his yes never leaving my chest.

“Your head would look much prettier between my tits.” I smirked.

The way his eyes lit up was practically adorable. I head David chuckle from behind me, the sound breathy in my ear. Paul latched his mouth onto my right breast and swirled his tongue skilfully around my nipple. I leaned my head back into David, you played with my left nipple with his hand. My body felt like it was on fire.

“Keep your eyes trained on me sweetheart, we’re going to make you feel so good.”

I heard Dwayne get up and footsteps disappear. I tried to move, thinking maybe we should stop. I felt bad. But David just pushed me back down.

“Don’t worry about him, just focus on us kitten.” He said.

And I could I say no to that? I pushed Dwayne from my mind for now, sad that the forth wouldn’t be joining us. They were cruel with it, bringing me to the edge several times and pulling away just to hear my winds. Every time I would squeeze my eyes shut, David would make me open them again, calling me a bad girl for not following the rules. Right, keep my eyes on him, I could do that. It shouldn’t be that hard.

Was this was all my clients felt like? No wonder I had regulars who kept coming back for more. I wished I could feel this blissed out all the time. It’s as almost painful. But the good kind of pain, the pain that reminded you you were alive. Despite my fathers best efforts, I was still here. And right now I’d say I was winning at life. Two have three hot vampires with their attention solely on me. It was like a dream.

“You haven’t had a taste yet” I pointed out.

I knew my blood would work as an aphrodisiac to them, I just casually left that part put. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, besides they wanted to jump my bones the second they laid eyes on me.

“You want me to bite you, don’t you you little slut?” David asked.

I wanted to be cheeky and snap back, but instead a small “please” passed my lips.

What in the name of Lucifer was going on right now? I never beg for anything, let alone sex! What kind of succubus would I be if the others found out I was out here being a little bitch? But then again, none of them ever even dared to try a vampire.

“Ooo, I like it when you beg kitten. Say that again.”

“Please David! Please bite me!”

“How could I say no when you beg like that?”

Paul had taken over David’s work on my nipples so the boy could readjust. He licked a stripe up my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his fangs gently scraping my skin and it was driving me crazy. No, I wouldn’t allow him to tease me. I grabbed his head and pushed it down, causing him to bite me. I could feel him chuckle into the bite.

“Somebodies desperate.” Marko teased.

I didn’t even noticed he had slipped two fingers into me, too distracted by David. The way he looked under me, smiling at me lazily as he played with my pussy, it was indescribable.

“Hell you’re pretty” I breathed out.

He stopped his movements for a second thrown off by my comment. But he quickly regained focus.

“You think I’m pretty huh?” He teased.

“Since the second I laid eyes on you. I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I’m so glad I entered that alley.” I said.

My words seemed to get him to pick up the pace. Praise kink, noted. Now I just had to figure out what David’s tik was.

“I wanted to fuck you so bad baby you don’t even know the things I was going to do to you.” I kept going.

My sentences came out shaky and breathless.

“You looked so pretty covered in that man’s blood. It’s the only thing I could think about all day.” I confessed.

Paul’s hands began roaming my body feverishly. It seemed he wasn’t happy all my attraction was on Marko. Neither was David, who bit harder into my shoulder, making me let you a gasp, as my back arched slightly.

“Oh fuck!” I called out.

Paul chuckled, pulling away to switch to my other breast. He bit down on the skin around my nipple, and I should have been angry but he looked so beautiful doing it. He couldn’t even keep his eyes open, he moved to straddle my thigh and was grinding down against it, desperate for any type of friction.

“Yeah, that’s it baby, just like that, you’re making mommy feel so good.” I praised.

David completely drew back at that, and my eyes moved to meet his. His eyes met mine in a glare. I smirked.

“Awww, is daddy mad I’m not giving him any attention?” I cooed.

I could feel his erection pressing up against my ass. Bingo, I’d hit the Jack pot.

“Im sorry Daddy, I promise I’ll be good. You can use me however you want. Show them how it’s done.”

The growl that came from his throat was mouthwatering. I felt high out of my mind. It was like they were made for me, and I for them. Marko seemed to take that as a challenged as he changed the angle of his fingers and I swore I was seeing stars.

“Oh shit! Fuck!” I cried out.

“You can’t even think right now can you baby?” David said.

And he was right, I could barely comprehend anything that was happening right now. I watched as he reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette, and brought to his lips. He took a long drag of it, and with cigarette still in hand, he wrapped his finger around my neck and craned my head backwards. He pulled me in fro a hungry kiss, blowing the smoke into my mouth. The slight tingle of the nicotine making my mouth feel hot. I strangled out a moan, and David squeezed his hand tightly around my throat.

I knew I would last long now, so I stopped trying to fight the orgasm they’d been building for almost an hour now. My breathing was shallow and rugged.

“It’s ok, cum for us baby” David gave me permission.

There was no time to think about it. Almost as if his words commanded it. I could feel the hot coil burning in my stomach was about to snap.

“Come on baby, I know you got it in you. Can you cum for daddy and his brothers. Show us how pretty you sound.” He encouraged.

Half his words didn’t even reach my ear drums a is threw my head back, arching my back, grinding my hips down on Marko’s fingers. I couldn’t even decide who’s name to moan, so I threw it to the wind and just let out a guttural cry. Every once of my body was on fire and my heart was pounding. Holy shit, if that’s what a real orgasm felt like, I never wanted to feel anything else again. I’d let them fuck me for hours just to get a taste of it. I couldn’t even tell who’s hands were hear as I tried to come down from my high.

“That’s it baby, you did so good for us. Such an obedient little girl.” David cooed.

I could still smell his cigarette.

“Can you look at me?” He asked.

His voice was more gentle then I expected.

“There you are.” He smiled at me.

I still couldn’t bring myself to speak.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He asked.

I simply nodded my head.

“Aww, I think we broke her David. She can’t even speak.” Paul said.

Normally I’d smack him for that comment, but right now I was thanking Lucifer for this boy. There was still blood on his lips. I pulled him in for a kiss, and heard David chuckle. I laid back against David’s chest, still trying to speak. Paul lifted my legs to lay against his lap, and Marko adjusted himself to lean his back against the couch. I watched as he brought his soaked finger up to his mouth and kicked them clean. I swore the sight alone was already making me wet again. Damn it!

David’s eyes followed my line of sight and he smirked.

“It’s a shame only he got to taste you.” He said.

“You can taste me anytime you want” I said dreamily.

As a succubus, orgasm were so much different than they were as a human. Everything was 100 times more intense. For all intensive purposes, I felt like I could kill god right now, ironic, right.

“Your legs are still shaking.” He pointed out.

And that they were. Every part of my body felt tingly.

“Need more, want more.” I cried.

“Such a needy little thing aren’t you? And to think you wanted to kill us earlier.” He teased.

“Still might if you don’t kiss me right now.” I said.

I leaned up to bring him in for a kiss. My stomach muscles were sore from how hard I’d tensed. Suddenly I heard foot steps approaching. We all brought our focus to the sound.

“Omg, sorry!” A girl called.

She turned around and covered her eyes. I chuckled slightly. Next to her was Dwayne, and on the other side was a brunette boy. Dwayne made eye contact with me, pointedly avoiding my naked body. Such a gentlemen.

“I was wondering where you went dude.” Paul said.

“We never told Star or Micheal we came back to the cave.” He shrugged lazily.

Really? That’s all he had to say right now? So Star, that was her name.

“You don’t need to apologise Star, a succubus is never ashamed of her body. It’s not a sin too look you know, Lucifer himself told me.” I said.

I crossed my legs, and brought them to my chest, at least attempting to cover myself for her sake. My goal was never to make anyone uncomfortable, that was gross. Paul whined at my sudden lack of touch. Such a sinful noise that I wanted to hear again and again.

“You can turn around now.”

I told her after Marko had removed his jacket and draped it over my back. I’d notice Micheal never once tried to overt his yes. Maybe he thought I couldn’t see them through his sun glasses. Star moved over to the other couch to sit by Dwayne, but Micheal stayed put. And I knew why, he was miserably failing at trying to his his sudden erection. I chuckled darkly.

“Come on Micheal, I don’t bite, not unless you want me to.” I winked.

The poor boy was practically trembling as he walked over to his seat. He quickly pulled a pillow down on his lap.

“Dwayne didn’t think you guys would still be at it.” Star explained, still bashful as ever.

She was positively adorable, and god did I want her. Women were very different than men, much more complicated.

“No worries doll, you have nothing to be sorry for” I cooed.

“God, you’ll flirt with anything that walks won’t you?” Dwayne snapped.

The fuck was his problem?

“If said think had the cutest face I’ve ever seen, then yes.”

She covered her cheeks with her hands, only serving to make her more cute. Maybe it was because I was still high on vampire soul right now, but I couldn’t stop my heart from swelling anytime she moved. Everything about her was adorable, her style, her long curly hair, the way she figured with the ends of it when she was nervous. It made my heart flutter. A completely different experience to the one I had just moment ago. Something most Succubi never get to feel. We were creatures of sex, not love.

“You’re the one who brought her here,” I pointed out, “how could I not, pretty girls like her deserve the world.” I said matter of factly.

Dwayne rolled his eyes. That was it.

“You do know I can smell you right? You can keep denying it all you want Dwayne, if you don’t want to have any fun tonight, then be my guest. But let the lady and her friend speak for themselves.”

“Y-you can smell him?” Micheal asked.

I knew what he was really asking.

“You too. It’s almost like you’ve never seen tits before” I giggled.

He groaned clearly embarrassed.

“It’s ok baby, everyone has their own pace. No need to get so blushy on me.” I cooed.

Paul cackled beside me.

“Aww little Mikey want to play.” He said.

I couldn’t hold back my laugh. Paul almost seemed more proud of that then helping me reach my orgasm. I reached up and stole the cigarette from David’s fingers. Smirking as he glared at me. I let out a long puff of smoke before speaking.

“It’s ok, I have more than enough juice for tonight. We can just chill and enjoy ourselves.” I said, “but I’m not completely opposed to round two.” I finished.

David angrily swiped the cig back from me. I watched as Star squirmed in her seat. Interesting, her eyes were trained on Micheal. She had a crush, how cute.

“Unless of course, you want to help the poor boy out Star. Wouldn’t want to step on any toes here.”

She couldn’t even stutter out any actual words. Poor girls brain much be running a hundred miles an hour.

“I wouldn’t even know how.” She finally muttered.

“That’s ok sweetness, I could show you. Nobody better to learn from really.”

She blushed even harder if that was possible. I wrapped Marko’s jacket around my shoulders and stepped over him on the floor, crossing the room to her. I bent down beside the couch like Marko had earlier. I gently took her hand in mine when she showed no apprehension.

“Do you want to?” I asked.

Her eyes met mine, and I understood why her name was star now. It was like she held the whole galaxy in her eyes.

���We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to Love, I’d be more than content to just sit by you.” I said truthfully.

The boys were clearly alarmed by how different I was with her Vs them. So sweet and gentle. Even I was a bit taken aback, never really feeling this way before.

“You intrigue me, Mon coeur, I would be honoured to show you.”

Dwayne’s eyes were on me. The jacket barely did anything to cover my exposed skin. My lace panties now soaked and barely leaving anything to the imagination.

“I could show Micheal how to please you too, wouldn’t you like that?”

I rubbed my thumb against her knuckles. Her skin was so soft, unlike the boys. Her hands felt nice in mine and I couldn’t fight the smile that broke on my lips. She was making my heart do summer salute just by looking at me. I saw her eyes scan the room. She was uncomfortable by the audience.

“Marko?” I asked, drawing his attention to me.

I didn’t even have to ask, he already knew where I was heading.

“There’s a nest in the back of the cave, we wouldn’t even here a thing.” He offered.

“Do you want me to make you feel good baby?” I asked her.

She gave a shy nod. I was quick to pick her up from the couch, my demon strength making her feel like a teddy bear in my arms. She let out a squeal, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and burying her face into my neck. I could have sworn my heart stopped. I’d never heard a cuter sound. I used one arm to hold tightly onto her legs so she felt secure. I held my other hand out behind me for Micheal to grab.

I lead them both away to the back of the cave. Micheal seemed tense and I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. I already had more than enough fun for tonight. I was more than content to just focus on their pleasure. I had to admit, they’d make quite the couple.

“Dwayne was telling us about you” Micheal spoke.

His voice came out horse and strained.

“Oh?”

“He said you’re going to help them.”

“What can I say, I’m a charitable demon.” I laughed.

“Are you really a demon?” Star asked, sounding a bit scared.

I shushed her. “You have nothing to be afraid my mi amour, you’re in good hands tonight.”

This was going to be a long night, but I didn’t mind one bit. I’d finally found people that made me feel alive, made me feel almost human again. And once I got a taste, I was addicted. But there was still Dwayne. The only man alive to ever resist my charms. He was like a forbidden fruit, dangling right in front of me. And by Lucifer did I want to take a bite!

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An: Sorry it took so long lol, I forgot I said I was going to make this a trilogy. You guys can decided what happens from here 😏 as an asexual I’m still really bad at writing smut lol. I have no idea what I’m doing. Why do y’all keep asking (not saying you should stop, this was fun) but I hope you enjoyed none the less. Everyone got a happy ending this time, unless you count Max and the priest who would surly die the next sundown. 😂

I totally wasn’t listening to this song while writing or anything… 👀

[caraphernellie]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋.

for your information: needy vampire!ellie + a menstruating reader. period sex. oral (receiving). EIGHTEEN PLUS INTERACTIONS ONLY.

you bask in the pale moonlight that shines through the bedroom window, dim lamp-light bathing the room in a peaceful and warm glow. ellie lies close to you, head nuzzling into your stomach. it's only when she begins to nose at the hem of your shirt, pushing it up lazily to lay a sloppy kiss on the underside of your breast, that you remember she's there in the midst of the silence. the look on her face is all too revealing, brows furrowed and her eyes darkened by her pupils, dilated the way they always are when she's in the mood for something. you simply laugh, trying to turn her down lightly.

"i'm on my period, we can't do anything, el."

"that's why i want it, babe," ellie grumbles, beginning to trail those kisses up your neck, fangs leaving gentle, benign nicks in your skin. her ears catch the way your pulse speeds up and it does nothing to quell the fiery pit of need in her stomach– your sweet heart, the very organ that pumps the saccharine nectar around your body to keep you alive, for her to love, for her to feed. 

she wasn't always this way. she was once a human, until a freak accident occurred when ellie stupidly thought it'd be safe enough to walk home from work late at night. she never used to be able to hear your pulse so clearly, but now all it does is arouse her. she never used to be able to smell blood so intensely, but she determined you were on your period the moment you'd turned the corner onto her street this afternoon, the knowledge burning in her brain the entire time and leaving her relentlessly hungry and horny. your period is basically a free, ongoing source of feed for her– she needs it, and your body needs it gone – she's just being wise here. "c'mon… and hey! an orgasm can help with the cramps. trust me."

"the mess, though…" you mumble shyly, marvelling at the way things have changed since ellie's turning. there was once a time when you and ellie would curl up on the couch, sharing a hot water bottle or rubbing each other's stomachs to ease the cramps when your cycles synced– now ellie goes without her cycle, instead a hankering for blood. period sex never used to be in the equation. 

now, ellie's nose twitches, her head's spinning, and she's licking her lips as the thought about resting her head between your thighs sets in. "i'm starving, babe, i'm not gonna leave a mess. m'not gonna waste a single drop. trust me."

the insistence and enthusiasm in itself is rousing, her utter captivation with you leaving the heat between your legs throbbing. that puppy look in her eyes has cut right into your conscience, looking to ellie with the most empathetic curl of your lips. "if you say so…"

"i do say so, and i mean it," ellie sasses, a soft kiss brushing against the corner of your smile before she hastily helps you strip out of your clothes, tossing it all to the floor with a scoff. as if the clothes are offensive.

and now, you're laid out for her like a feast, which she wastes no time in diving into – her fingers leave a bruising grip on your thighs, pulling them apart so she can begin to lap up all that you have to offer. she's not at all polite about it, slurping and licking up the tempting elixir of your pussy. ellie can't help herself, can't hold herself back any longer, letting out moans and sounds close to whimpers as she tastes the mix of arousal and blood that's gathered.

ellie's half-lidded eyes stare up at you, rolling back as her tongue dips into your hole to seek satiation right from the source. pulling back for a moment to lick a long stripe up your slit, strings of spit following her and her chin already dripping in the red essence, ellie's tongue darts out to lick it off her lips and she hums happily. "shit, you're so fuckin' good for me."

"ellie, oh god," you murmur, not sure whether to avert your gaze or keep watching– it's a little humiliating to see your own mess all over her face, but ellie certainly doesn't care or have any shame about it. red suits her.

she pushes her tongue back into your cunt, as deep as she can this time, feeling your every little shudder and tremble. she goes on like it for ages before finally paying more attention to your clit, latching her lips around it as if to apologise for the neglect. her fingers slide past your lips and brush up against your g-spot, earning a hoarse cry from you as your back arches and muscles tense.

and she doesn't even want to stop once you've came, sucking the blood from her fingers and laying her head against your inner thigh– she'll use the puppy eyes again, and it'll work every time. she won't be going hungry for days.

@/elliewilliams on pinterest for the photomode!

[anqeluv]

kinktober : spanking with ghoul got7

note : so for this one, i’m thinking more tokyo ghoul and less undead graveyard creature. also content warning for impact play & punishment.

mark : you asked him to do it, but mark still tries his hardest to keep from hitting you too hard whenever he’s spanking you. for a ghoul, mark is very sweet to you. he wants to protect you from the other ghouls living near you. if anything happened to you, he has no idea what he would do.

so when he finds you, drunk and wandering the streets after a friend of yours dropped you off a few blocks away instead of making sure you got home safely, his first instinct is to kill your friend on the spot. and he’s hungry.

but instead he brings you inside and spanks you until you’re covered in hand shaped bruises. “don’t you ever make me worry like that again.”

jaebeom : he loves the sound of his palm hitting your thigh, the way you whimper softly, the way you cry sometimes. it’s this sadistic side of him that he can’t help indulging sometimes, though only because he knows how much you crave it.

“does that feel good, baby?” he kisses the side of your jaw, lifting your hips up and down his cock for you, because of how fucked out you are. “you want to cum for me?”

his hand comes down against your ass again when you don’t answer and you moan again. “yes! yes, please, daddy.”

jinyoung : he’s a very strict dom and meaner when he’s hungry. recently, he hasn’t been able to feed. he only eats leftovers or other people who have already died. somehow, when the person who owns your whole heart is a human being, it becomes much more difficult to kill other ones. who knew?

“what did you do, darling?” jinyoung sits on the edge of the bed, his belt folded over in one hand.

“acted like a brat,” you huffed, still not sure if you were in the mood to behave. jinyoung, surprising you, laughed at you.

“come here, doll,” he pats his laps. “i guess we’re going to have to spank that attitude out of you.”

jackson : whenever jackson spanks you, it’s very playful and for fun. jinyoung will bruise you with absolutely no regrets, but jackson wants you both to have fun. for him, it’s about the way your ass moves when he slaps it, not so much you in pain.

he also gets very horny whenever he’s just eaten. all of a sudden he has all kinds of energy and just wants you on his cock 24/7. not that you’re complaining. he’s very good at fucking you nice and good, and he loves spanking your ass whenever he does that.

youngjae : he’s so shy about it at first, but eventually you convince jae that he’s not going to hurt you. he’s very gentle with you, knowing how easily he could snap you in half and eat you if he wanted to. so the idea of bending you over and spanking you is more than enough to scare him.

“please, youngjae! i promise you won’t hurt me.”

“y/n,” he rolls over in bed, sighing at you, but he’s still smiling. he’s so whipped for you. “i said no.”

“please,” you give him your best puppy eyes.

youngjae turns to look at you, looking like he was deciding something. finally he says, “alright. turn over. i think i need someone needs to teach you how to take no for answer.”

bambam : he’s surprisingly very into spanking. it’s like an impulse that he can just never stop himself from indulging. everytime he sees your ass in a cute pair of shorts or jeans, he always has to reach over and smack it. he literally can’t help it smh. your ass is just that juicy and spankable.

“bambam! stop it,” you complain after he’s bent you over the kitchen counter for the third time that morning. “my ass is going to bruise.”

“sorry, sorry,” he smiles, pressing an apology kiss to your lips. “…that could be hot though.”

“bam!”

yugyeom : yeomie really doesn’t know his own strength. he’s much stronger than any of your human ex-boyfriends, so sometimes it’s a bit much for you.

“y/n!” yugyeom opens the door to the bathroom, looking for you. his eyes widen, seeing the hand shaped marks on your butt and thighs. “y/n, oh by god. is that from last night? did i do that?”

he feels so bad for hurting you, even if he didn’t mean to. so he carefully spreads lotion over all of the sore spots and presses gentle kisses to them.

[avintagekiss24]

—belated; bucky barnes

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4738

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, biting kink, choking kink, spanking, pain kink, vaginal fingering, mean bucky (my fave), ring kink cuz i love it when boys wear rings

squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: Birthdays ; @badthingshappenbingo Biting ; @star-spangled-bingo N1: Taking Charge

request: bucky barnes + "pay attention to me or i'll make you" + anal + choking + spanking + biting + pain

author note: it's been foreverrrrr! i'm so sorry! i had to work myself through a little slump! hopefully this makes up for the almost two months we've gone without a fic! this is story #2 for my 5k celebration, all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. this was formatted in the beta text post editor on desktop, if anything looks weird, that's why :)

gif by @pedropcl ; line divider by @firefly-graphics

James Buchanan Barnes is possessive.

One of those massive hands around the back of your neck as you walk casually through the streets. Fingers wrapped around your wrist, or shoulder, or hip in a tight grip. He pulls you in close— right into his side as shopping bags hang from the tips of his metal fingers.

Bucky Barnes wants every man on the streets of Greece to know that you are his.

Not that you mind; quite the contrary. You just smile and giggle when he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and hooks the crease of his arm right underneath your chin. Slip your hand into the back pocket of his loose dark jeans (giving that little tush of his a squeeze). Slink your arm around his little waist and breathe in his scent— heavy and woodsy— as the two of you stroll.

After all, he’s just as much yours as you are his.

All of his friends, Sam, Steve, Clint, all see the change in him. The little soft spot for you that blinds him entirely— turns him in a mushy puddle of emotions and puppies and rainbows. Very different from the Bucky they grew up with, but a Bucky that the three of them have come to enjoy. It’s a change of pace from the enforcer they know.

The two of you don’t talk about his work— in fact, it’s the reason why you’re in Greece to begin with. A late birthday present to make up for the fact that his “work” just happened to be the waiter at the restaurant he chose to take you to for your thirty second birthday. Come on babe, he chuckled as you scowled back at him over the rim of your wine glass, watching as he stained his white napkin red with his bloody knuckles, you know what they say, kill two birds with one stone… not funny?

Two weeks, two nonrefundable, open ended tickets, and five grand in bikinis, shorts, and shoes later, you’re getting some much needed Greek sun on your deep brown skin.

He’s even letting you call the shots for a change. Letting you wake him up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast— a spread of breads, cheeses and fruits on the balcony of your room as the sun rises. He doesn’t say a word as you drag him through the city, stopping at each little boutique and shoe store. Sits patiently as you try on every dress, every skirt, and every silk top in the entire country it seems.

Bucky even bit his lip as you gazed at engagement rings— hinting that princess cut is your favorite as you held your hand up into the natural sunlight as one adored your finger. Smiling over at him and wiggling your eyebrows all the while as he narrowed his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Today has been like all the others, a lazy day spent on the beach, a quick nap underneath an umbrella, a concoction of too much sun and too many margaritas going straight to your head. Now, you’re kinda sleepy and kinda drunk, but most importantly hungry— and Mykonos sounds like a great place for dinner. Despite Bucky’s objections (you’re too tired and too drunk to handle a ferry), you’re dressed in a cute little flowery sundress, him in an out-of-character white tank top, open pale blue and green striped button down and khaki chinos— you forbade him from bringing anything black— and you’re flip flops are slapping against the cobblestone street towards the ferry.

“Drop your attitude,” You say, glancing over your shoulder as he pays for your tickets, “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, that excuse is wearing thin, girl.” You stumble a little with the motion of the ferry as you step onto it, having to grab onto the railing to steady yourself before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist, “Water only for the rest of the night.”

His voice is low and borderline threatening as he presses his lips right against your ear, and you know not to press him any further. You like to stick your toes right up against his line and that’s what irritates him most about you (always what he loves most), but you and he both know you’d never dare cross it.

Bucky pulls you behind him, hand around your wrist, that possessive trait rearing its head as male eyes fall on you as the two of you pass by. He finds an empty spot, away from the crowd, and plops down on the bench as you step up on the lower rung of the railing and stare out over the sea.

Within twenty or thirty minutes, the ferry pulls away from the dock and you can’t wipe the smile from your face. The sun sets off in the distance, the bright lights of the city turning into little pinpoints. Small droplets of the cool, salty water splashes up in your face as the wind and the ferry whips it up. You keep glancing down at the phone in your hand as you broadcast your current view to your instagram, laughing softly as hearts and emojis explode on your screen.

You lean forward, tilting your phone and smiling wide, waving into the camera before you shout out how much you love it here. The words are barely out of your mouth before an arm wraps around your middle, a wide, hard chest pressed into your back, “That’s enough,” he reaches with his metal arm, grabbing your phone, ending your live feed, “You’re too drunk to be hanging off the side like that.”

“I am not,” you struggle against him lightly as he sets you on your feet, “What is your problem?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“Well, duh. Why?”

He slips your phone into his pocket and crosses his arms over his chest, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours, “Pay attention to me,” he says low, eyes dropping down your body real slow as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “Or I’ll make you.”

So that’s what it’s about. Bucky Barnes feels neglected between all the shopping and beach days and margaritas. Jealousy is cute on him.

The words though, they strike you right to your core— feel them down to your bones. A hard swallow pushes through your throat as your lips part, big brown eyes softening as your breath starts to rush a little harder. You hate to admit— not really— you love this Bucky. This is work Bucky, a man you rarely get to see. Slightly scary, anger brimming just below the surface. Jaw tight, eyes hard, head tilted just a bit. He’s menacing, and it makes your lips twitch into a small smile.

Shrugging defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest, “You didn’t pay much attention to me on my birthday.”

“Not true.”

“Not true?” you nearly shout, eyes going wide, “I ate alone while you beat the hell outta our waiter behind the building! I had to wait two hours for my slice of cake!”

“How is that my fault?”

You scoff, “Oh, I dunno, maybe because our waiter was spitting out his teeth in the alley out back— all thanks to you.”

“I have to work. You know that.”

“Not,” you hiss, “On my fucking birthday.”

He knows he’s wrong for that shit, so he stands there, huffing quick before he cocks his head again and just blinks back at you— unamused. He won’t apologize, it’s just not in his nature, but his usual attempts to make you happy after he’s fucked up aren’t working; so he’s at a loss.

And you’re enjoying that. A little too much if you ask him.

But alas, it’s not fun to fight on vacation, and you have taken far too many liberties when it comes to his tolerance for attitude. It’s been fun— and you’re just drunk enough to push him one last time.

You move slow, walking right up to him, so close that each inhale pushes your tits into his body. The smirk quirked up on your lips grows as you peer up at him, eyes bouncing between his as you place your hands on his forearms still crossed over his chest.

Bucky lifts his eyebrow as you push up on your tiptoes and push your chin forward to bring your lips close to his, “And just how are you gonna make me pay attention to you, James?”

He inhales deep, pushes it out real slow as he tilts his head even further. A smile spreads on his face and you just know that this is the last thing his work sees before he rearranges the bones of their face. This is exactly why his clients pay him as well as they do.

Thick fingers are wrapped around your wrist again, nails digging into your skin as he starts to pull you behind him. He weaves you through bodies, you nearly having to jog to keep up with his strides. Laughter bubbles up in your chest, a little shriek escaping as he pulls you down some stairs to the lower level of the ferry. Once your feet hit the last step, Bucky whips you around his body, sending you spinning and laughing until you bounce into an old, rusty metal barrel.

The smell of salt fills your nose and lungs as you inhale, covering your face with your hands. Your skin is hot, lips slightly numb as you dissolve into laughter again. He’s right, you’re a little too drunk for this.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here.” You mumble, brushing your wild hair out of your face.

“I could give a fuck,” he answers, stepping up to you, grabbing your face in his hands, “You’ve been testing me the entire time we’ve been here all over some stupid shit.”

Another giggle pushes through your lips as you bat your eyes, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky sucks his teeth as he drops his metal hand around your throat and squeezes gently, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, “I was stupid, okay? But don’t put on that little innocent act, girl. You’re trying me, and I’ve had enough.”

A smile cracks onto your face, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You wrap both hands around his one wrist and slip them up his arm, feeling the soft metal as you continue to goad him, “You got some proof, big man?”

The tip of his black and gold thumb prods at your lip, pushes just inside. You wrap your tongue around it and suck gently, keeping your eyes on his all the while.

Bucky laughs, deep and earnestly, “Proof, she says. She needs proof.” He glances around before he spins you quick, facing you away from him as he lifts your dress to reveal your pink satin thong.

You squeal loud, pushing and slapping at his hand as he grabs a handful of your ass, “Bucky! There’s people!” you laugh, “Oh my god!”

“Keep your voice down,” he warns, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat again, “Understand?”

A jolt of electricity flashes through you as you wiggle in his grasp. He tightens his grip around your neck as you wrap your fingers around the edge of the barrel, swallowing hard.

“That requires an answer, honey.”

The chill in his voice, added with the slow circles and soft tickles of fingertips against the back of your naked thigh sends a pang through your belly, “I understand.”

He chuckles soft and with a quick peck on the cheek whispers, “Good girl.”

Bucky curls his left arm around your chest, hooking your chin in the crease of his arm as he grips your right shoulder. You grab on to it with both hands, out of instinct, eyes wide and skirting around for any signs of other human presence down here. Bucky turns, moving you with him to eye the steps quickly again before that flesh hand sweeps around to the front.

The soft material of your dress falls over his hand as he rubs your stomach— his rings catching and snagging your skin. That hand pushes downward, over your thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh before he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it upward, exposing those expensive panties again.

“Bucky,” you hum, his name trembling on your lips with the vibrations of your excitement, “Baby.”

He rucks your dress right up— right up around your waist and pulls the slack behind you, pressing his body into yours to keep it in place. The dark stubble adorning his cheeks and chin cuts into the side of your face as he nuzzles in, humming to himself soft before he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Those fingertips start to trace the hem of your thong— slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. From hip to hip. Your eyes flutter. Fingers grip the soft black metal of his arm a little harder. Legs go to jelly as another hard swallow passes through your throat.

“Ain’t got all that mouth now, do you?” He whispers, fingers slipping just inside the silk of your panties to tease the delicate skin underneath.

When he slips his hand in— all the way in— cupping hot skin, fingers dancing between folds and teasing a wet slit, an influx of air fills your lungs. A gasp, small and clipped sounds in the back of your throat as his fingers start a rhythm. You melt into him, head resting on his shoulder as your hips push forward to meet greedy fingers.

A naughty finger pushes in quick, and then a second— all the way to the black and silver rings dressed on them. His arm tightens around your neck as he presses his lips right against your ear, “You need to apologize.”

He fucks his fingers into you, withdrawing slow, and then pushing back in— each time the edges of his rings stopping him from going deeper. You can’t help but purr as you continue to grip his arm with both of your hands.

“I don’t think—“

“All I want to hear,” his words clip yours, each one slow and drawn and deep, “Is I’m sorry for testing your patience. I won’t do it again.” He curls his fingers, the pads stroking that sweet little spongey spot, making you clamp your legs closed around his hand, “Let me hear you.”

You can’t. You won’t. Too stubborn and too drunk to give in to him, wanting to win just this once.

If there’s one thing James Buchanan Barnes does not like, it’s hesitation. It’s dangerous, he always says. You think too long, you get hurt. Predators don’t hesitate.

Well, you like being his prey.

Only a few seconds pass before Bucky tuts in your ear, seemingly disappointed in your obstinate behavior, but you both know it’s just the opposite. His cock pressing into your ass tells you so.

The fingers disappear. The arm choking you just right pulls away and your dress falls back around the middle of your thighs. You huff, wiping quick at your forehead and pushing your wild, curly hair out of your face again.

Your hands find your hips in irritation but he slaps them away quick as he sucks his teeth, “You must really want this spanking, girl. Keep it up.”

That you do— keep it up. Huffing again. Crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. Brown eyes cut back at him over your shoulder to find sharp blues already on you. A smirk on his face.

Metal fingers curl around the back of your neck, pushing you forward gently until your thighs press against the old metal barrel again.

“Lean forward, kitten.”

Voice as smooth as silk while you do so, gripping the rusted edges for balance. Your dress is yanked up again— rough this time— and twisted around his Vibranium hand. Then there’s warm, the warmth of skin against yours. Gentle brushes of fingers and a palm rubbing slow circles, then pinching and grabbing soft— prepping your skin for what’s to come.

He pauses for just a second, no doubt to scan your surroundings and then pulls his hand away. You lung forward with the slap he levels to your behind within a fraction of a second— the sound sharp and heavy.

There’s another, and then a third in quick succession before he’s massaging your skin again. Real soft and sweet. Tears burn at the back of your eyes at the sting that radiates through, all the way to your bones but the molten heat deep in your belly spreads like a fire. Each breath is hard and shaky, heart thumping against your chest but it’s so good.

Bucky switches to the other cheek, skilled fingers sweeping over your canvas of skin before he cracks you— one, two, three.

You squeal with each one. The thud of those heavy rings around his fingers send a quick, new shockwave every time, building on the one before it. The tips of your fingers go red from holding on to the rusty old barrel as tight as you are, but your brain? She’s fuzzy and warm, and drifting up into the clouds with each swift slap.

Bucky is a methodical man. Three for the right cheek, three for the left, three right in the middle. His hand sneaks around your hip, giving it a squeeze before it comes back around and drops to the inside of your thigh. Grabs the meat of it— digs his fingernails in just to hear you yelp. Cups your cunt in his palm, feeling the heat and the wet— makes him groan all low and dirty.

He bunches your hair in his hand, tugs you up by it. Spins you around to face him before hoisting you up and settling you on top of the barrel.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” He growls, ripping at the button and zipper of his jeans.

You just hum in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing it up before he squeezes your cheeks, “Huh? Answer me.”

Damp eyelashes flutter as hot air escapes from parted, hot lips. He leans in real close, cock pushing right at your slit and kisses you hard as he slips his arm around your waist. He breaks away quick, sloppy and loud before pecking your lips once, twice, three times again.

“You want me to fuck you, girl?”

The weight of his words are felt right down to your core, a shiver passing between the two of you. You let your heavy head fall back and your eyes close as Bucky nuzzles into the side of your face, his pretty white teeth skipping along your neck, nipping and nibbling.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper after mere seconds, finally submitting in this cat and mouse game, “Bucky, please.”

That’s all he needs— all he wants. For you to submit, after letting you have the reins for one day too long. He sinks into you slow, spreading you open with each inch, biting down into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. His teeth dig in a little deeper, a little harder as he starts to move, rocking back and forth almost succinct with the waves of the water.

You’re moving with him too, meeting each of his thrusts with your hips. You keep your legs tight around his waist, feet dangling and bouncing against the back of his thighs. A trail of hot kisses are pressed along your neck and down your shoulder before traipsing back up— teeth grazing along your jaw.

Long fingers skip up your side and between your bouncing tits to only wrap around your neck again. They squeeze, gently, as his pace starts to pick up, hips shoving harder and faster— that old barrel starting to scrape against the wood floor.

The force makes you louder, moaning with abandon as if the two of you are all alone on this little ferry. Bucky makes quick work of you, shoving metal fingers into your mouth— giving you something to suck on to keep you quiet.

“That’s a good girl.” he growls, voice gritty and low.

He’s punishing after that. Each snap of his hips thrusting you backward, the barrel you’re on top of tipping back and then slapping down on the floor. You yelp with each one, your mouth going slack around his digits as your hands fall to the edges of the barrel for some semblance of balance.

It’s obscene, the way you can hear your fuck. The wet of your cunt. The squeak of his cock plunging into tight, slick muscles. The heavy thud of his hips pounding into yours. The slap of your flip flops falling to the wood floor as he’s quite literally fucked them right off of your feet. It’s filthy— crude— and so very Bucky.

You’re back on your feet before you know it— before you realize it. Spun back around, Bucky’s hard chest and stomach pressed into your back. He grabs both of your hands and places them back on the barrel, his metal hand staying on top of yours, fingers gripping fingers.

Eager hips wiggle back into his as you hiss and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, groaning low. Your head drops when you feel his cock push through your ass cheeks— wet cockhead pressing against your hot rim.

He starts to fumble around behind you, each passing second making you more and more impatient. There’s a soft click, and then a light suction sound— something squeezing.

“Bucky,” you hiss, pushing back into him again, “Hur—”

The word breaks off right in the middle as he levels a quick smack against your hip— a warning. Then your ass cheeks are pulled apart, wet, slimy fingers sliding and prodding at your quivering rim. He brushes slow strokes, circling, pressing his fingers gently as he preps your little hole for what’s to come.

“What kind of freak brings lube to dinner?” you smile, gasping as he pinches the inside of your thigh.

You lurch forward when he grabs the back of your neck and yanks you back into him, lips right against your cheek, “The kinda freak that was gonna fuck you in an alley after dinner. Now shut that mouth.”

He’s pressing again, this time harder, his cockhead popping into you with force. You grunt with the initial intrusion, Bucky stopping his assault to allow you time to adjust to him— but that doesn’t last long. Your mouth goes slack again. Eyes slam shut, head falls forward as he slips in, deeper and deeper and deeper until his stomach is flush with your ass.

He wiggles— so you can feel him, feel him tickling the deepest part of you. Slaps at your ass again, quick, fingers glancing off your skin and leaving behind a hell of a sting. Then he’s fucking you again, slower this time, savoring the tight, glove-like hold your body provides.

Metal fingers grab at the hem of your dress again, tugging it up before they push back into your panties, finding a swollen, hot nub. Pinching and rubbing smooth circles against it, flicking and thrashing at the bundle of nerves before he shoves his fingers back into your cunt. They curl, those fingers, and pet your insides with surgical precision— only James Buchanan Barnes knows how to fuck you like this.

The heel of his palm slams against your clit as he fingers you rough and fucks your ass with gusto. Sleazy sounds gurgle up in your throat, the slapping of skin and the waves crashing against the side of the ferry, the rush of the wind filling your ears. Bucky pulls you flush against him and slithers his tongue just beneath your ear before his teeth grab a hold, tugging soft.

Teeth keep nipping— along your jaw, your cheeks, ears, neck. He fucks into you hard as he shoves his flesh hand into the neckline of your dress, gripping your tits. Pinching and kneading hard, thick nipples, mumbling sweet nothings all the while.

Your stomach churns, muscles tensing and flexing as synapses start to fire off in quick succession. Quick goosebumps pop up along your skin as your stomach tightens and you can taste it it’s so close. Bucky knows it, feels it as your walls constrict around his fingers, your asshole tightening around him. Vibranium fingers keep rubbing, keep fucking into your pussy hard, palm slapping against your clit, adding more and more pressure until the coil snaps.

It’s hard, and sudden— your body freezing as your orgasm consumes you. Bucky clamps a wet hand over your mouth as you mewl and bite into his palm, your hips thrusting forward with each wave of your release. He pulls his fingers from you to slap at your jumping clit, pressing the pads into it before he rubs quick little circles and then slaps at it again.

He drops his hand to your chin, yanking it up as you nearly cry, mewling and trembling with your release to kiss you hard and sloppy as you come. He kneads your tits with his mammoth hand as aftershocks flash through you, your used body jerking at random. Within seconds, there's a cloud of warmth in your ass. Rough grunts in your ear, growing louder with each spurt of his cock, your hot muscles milking him.

You let him use you, let him fill you up full of his silk. Grab his hands and lace your fingers with his as he empties long ribbons in you. Pull his arms around your waist and hold them there as he rides it out, his head falling to your shoulder. The two of you stand there, resting against that old barrel, breathing hard, skin sticky and balmy. Salt from the ocean in your nose.

Bucky’s the first to pull away, glancing back at the stairs before he pulls himself gingerly from you, leaving your body empty, a dribble of his come slipping out with him. He catches it with his fingers, drags them up the back of your thigh and between your ass cheeks before he shrugs out of his collared shirt and white tank top.

He cleans you up sweet with the tank top. Keeps his arm around your waist to steady you as he wipes at your thighs and your hot, sticky, puffy cunt, shushing you soft when you jump and whimper at the contact. He flings the messy tank top over the side of the ferry and rubs your hips and stomach real slow, murmuring into your ear all the while.

Diligent fingers then rearrange your thong— and cop a little feel, cupping your sensitive, swollen sex, giving it a little pinch so he can laugh when you shiver and squeak. Bucky pulls your dress, tugging lightly to get it back straight around your waist before smoothing it over your ass and thighs— even pulls at the top, making sure your tits are sitting pretty.

You can’t even open your eyes, overcome by alcohol and sleepiness and a post sex high. He fumbles with your fingers as your head lulls on his shoulder, a soft hum vibrating in your throat in your murky haze. Bucky lifts your arm by the elbow, sliding his hand up your forearm until he’s cupping your hand in his.

“Open your eyes, baby.” You groan in protest, causing a chuckle to rumble through his chest, “Come on.”

So you do. You always do whatever this man wants you to do— and there, right on your finger sits that big princess cut engagement ring you teased him with days before.

“How about we skip dinner and find a church, huh?” he whispers, kissing your cheek soft and sweet.

You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wet as a smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And if I say no?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He laughs as you adjust in his arms, pushing up on your tiptoes to cup his handsome face and kiss him on those pretty pink lips, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours, won’t I birthday girl?”

[smol-lydia]

After Hours: Viktor xFem!Reader

Summary: Standing on the freezing streets of Piltover, you’re having a hell of a shift trying to bring customers in to your club for drinks. You see a pair of Academy students headed your way--one is eager enough, but the other is much more of a challenge to win over, and you like a challenge. SFW, flirting, some slow burn set up, gonna get spicier in the next part  For @astudyincontrasts bc her fics give me life, and heavily inspired by gyaru subculture (I wear agejo gyaru regularly and agejo gyaru was synonmous with hostesses/hostess clubs in Japan for years) 

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Your feet ache, and the evening chill that’s sweeping across the Piltover streets has you wishing you could curl up in a ball at home under your blankets in your small garret room rather than be out here on the cobblestones under a darkening sky. 

Unfortunately, you have a club to fill, customers to entertain, a wage to earn. Even if your boss skims far more off the top than he ought to given that you, and the rest of the girls, the hostesses, are the club. And thus far, the night has been a dud—well, at least for you. Rebuffed at every turn as you stand outside with your pink dress and your hair teased sky high in a half updo, falling in curls down your back. 

It’s difficult not to get discouraged as all the other hostesses walk into the club with wealthy Piltovans on their arms, smirking as you try not to shiver. You’re the only native Zaunite amongst them, and although you hold your head high, affect a voice that makes your accent disappear, you can’t help but wonder if the Pilties can sense it on you, no matter how you clean up. 

You take a deep breath, and square your shoulders. You aren’t the type to give up easily, especially not when this money feeds more than one hungry belly, every spare coin sent back to your family in the Lanes. Hostess clubs like the one you work at were nothing like the brothels of the Undercity. No touching allowed here; you are merely a pretty decoration to entertain bored businessmen, to drink with, make them feel better about themselves. 

Up ahead, you see a pair of young men: Academy students, based on the color of their shirts and waistcoats. One is stocky and muscular, with a handsome, chiseled face and warm brown eyes. Full lips and dark hair styled just so, his expression a cross between an endearing sort of puppy dog and the kind of spoiled playboy who had never been denied a single thing in his life. Typical Academy student, and the bitterness nips at you like the chilly weather. He would be easy bait, at least, and you could put up with him until he drank himself into oblivion. 

As the pair get closer, you take in Golden Boy’s companion. So unlike his friend in every way—tall and lanky, all thin lines and sharp angles, thick dark brows and unkempt, coffee colored hair that you have the inexplicable urge to run your fingers through. His expression is stoic, amber eyes flickering with a quiet intelligence. Long, slender fingers grip a cane and he has a slightly uneven gait, stiffness in one of his legs. 

He intrigues you despite your detachment from potential customers, Academy students especially, with their parents’ money to burn. The Golden Boy will be easy to reel in, you know. But this one—he’ll be a challenge, and you never back down from a challenge. 

As they approach you launch into your usual spiel, laying the charm on thick. Golden Boy seems taken in immediately, and tugs on his friend’s arm. 

“Come on, Vik.” 

“Jayce, we don’t have time for—“ 

That accent. You know that accent like the back of your hand. It’s the one you suppress when you work here, the cadence of your mother tongue, and you lock eyes with Golden Boy’s companion. His whiskey gaze meets yours briefly, and flits away, though from nervousness or disdain you aren’t certain. 

“First drink is on us,” you offer with a smile. 

Wink at your fellow Zaunite—Vik is his name, maybe, based on that snippet of conversation? Anyway, a slight flush dusts Vik’s cheeks, bringing much needed color to his pallor, and you can’t help but think how attractive he is. This is no good, of course. A job is a job, and you’re here for wages, not actual flirtations. 

“Well, can’t say no to that!” Golden Boy (Jayce?) claps you on the shoulder and leads you into the club. “We won’t be out all night, Viktor.” 

“You say that every time,” Viktor mutters, following up with a colorful insult in your shared language that Jayce clearly doesn’t understand but has you stifling a giggle. 

There’s only one table left; as the token Undercity girl you aren’t exactly the most popular member of the cast, and the others show this in a variety of small ways, including this one. A small table in the back, with dark plum velvet chaise lounges, cramped and with dim lighting. Furthest from the bar, hazy with shimmer smoke. Still, you’ll take what you can get and you settle yourself between Jayce and Viktor, legs crossed at the ankles. 

You turn to Jayce. “So what will you be drinking?” Your long, heavily decorated nails, sparkling with glitter and charms, running along his upper arm. You sense him shiver, though the spark is far from mutual. All part of the charade. 

“Let’s get a bottle of champagne,” Jayce says. “We ought to be celebrating.” He glances at Viktor, and you’re intrigued. 

“Celebrating?” You flag down one of the waiters and put in an order for one of the more expensive bottles. Jayce looks like he can afford it, at least. 

“Celebrating might be a bit premature,” Viktor says. 

“Viktor is just being modest,” Jayce replies, putting a hand on your knee. “But you’ll have a glass with me, won’t you, Miss…?” 

“Y/N,” you say, fluttering your lashes. You keep a careful eye on Jayce; there was always a fine line between these light touches for extra tips and the sort of thing that led to an escort out of the club by security. 

You turn your attention to Viktor. Unlike Jayce, who seems happily at home in such an environment, Viktor appears fundamentally out of his element, as though he would much rather be at a library. You understood, as much as it seemed like you didn’t. This sort of work was easy to come by, and you knew how to use your looks to your advantage. 

Would you have rather gone to the Academy? Of course, but not everyone’s Daddy could buy their way into such an institution. You find yourself wondering how Viktor ended up there, given his roots. 

Must have been a mixture of luck and the virtue of being a man. Piltover was notoriously sexist, and you were hardly taken seriously as anything other than a pretty face. Not to say there weren't women in power—there were several women on the Council—but they had the merit of being wealthy. You had neither. 

Viktor drums his fingers on his thigh, eyes darting around the busy club. Probably plotting his escape, and you’d be stuck with Jayce for the rest of the evening. 

Money aside, you find that you don’t want Viktor to leave. You haven’t cracked him yet, and your pride won’t allow for failure. It had nothing to do with how, at this close angle, you could see he had two beauty marks—one above his lip, one under his eye. That his hair was messier up close, as though he hadn’t brushed it in days. Fingers long and slender. Oh, he’ll be the death of you, the way your mind is running away with you already. 

You lean in towards him, breath warm on his neck as you whisper in his ear in your mother tongue, the one he had cursed in minutes earlier. “And what can I get you to drink, hm?” 

Dark brows raised, jaw dropped for a moment before he composed himself and that stoic mask was back on. You’ve caught him off guard. Good. 

“Medové víno,” he murmurs. Honey wine. 

A popular drink in Zaun if you could afford it, poured in spots like The Last Drop. Available in Piltover but not a common choice, and you get the sense he wouldn’t be ordering this if he didn’t understand where you come from. 

You give Viktor a genuine smile, not one of your customer service ones. “I’ll ask.” A brush of your fingertips against his, and this brief touch lights a fire in your belly, warmth traveling down to your feet. 

The waiter gives you an odd look when you ask for the honey wine, but mumbled something about finding it in the back. In the meantime, the champagne has arrived and Jayce hands a glass to you. 

“Drink with me, Y/N!” 

You smile and take the glass. It’s lucky you have a high tolerance—one of the things that keeps you in this line of work. Unlike some of the other hostesses, who show up the next day still drunk, or unable to keep up with rowdier customers. 

Jayce offers some to Viktor who shakes his head. 

“Come on, Vik. We gotta toast,” Jayce insists. 

Viktor reluctantly takes the glass offered. 

“A toast to what?” You ask. 

“Progress. Discovery.” Jayce sneaks a sly glance at you. “Pretty girls.” 

You nearly choke on your drink when you hear Viktor mutter under his breath. “Připiju si na to.”

I’ll drink to that.

Now you’re the one who’s blushing, every nerve ending on fire. No, no, no. He’s not supposed to be turning the tables on you like this. You’re the flirt, the one playing all the cards. One Academy student shouldn’t have you flustered like this. You pass it off as the drink, though champagne does little to you. 

Jayce, you quickly learn, is a lightweight. By the time the waiter returns with Viktor’s honey wine, Jayce has challenged you to a drinking game you know you can win easily, though by the look in his glassy eyes he thinks he can best you. 

“Would you like some, Miss Y/N?” Viktor offers you his glass for a taste, and you look at him over the polished rim. 

“Just a little, thank you.” The honey wine tastes like home, and maybe you’re imagining it but you swear Viktor is staring at your lips as you tip the glass, dropping his gaze when you hand it back to him. 

You can’t help yourself—your hands linger slightly longer than necessary when you hand him his drink again. It’s almost nothing, but these small touches are more addicting than the pills and powders that get passed around in the dressing room after hours. 

You keep telling yourself it’s nothing. But as you beat Jayce at the drinking game, two bottles of champagne later, you catch Viktor’s looks more than once. At your face. Your hair. The way your pink dress, with the sweetheart neckline and corset style bodice, shows off your cleavage to its full advantage. 

“Another!” Jayce slurs, waving his money clip around. 

You aren’t one to refuse a client willing to throw their cash around, but you lean back against the couch anyway to whisper in Viktor’s ear once again. You speak quietly and in your shared language, though Jayce is so far gone he likely wouldn’t understand what you were saying anyway. 

“Between you and me,” you say, “I am not supposed to refuse a paying customer. But I don’t particularly wish to saddle you with…” you wave a hand. “A mess.” 

Viktor sighs. “It wouldn’t be the first time, Miss y/n.” 

You shrug. “Still. You got roped into this.” You frown. “I'm sorry.” You’re not quite sure why you feel compelled to apologize. 

He gives you a small smile. “It’s quite alright.”

“Doesn’t seem to be your scene,” you say. 

Viktor polishes off the last of the honey wine. “Perhaps not.” A pause, and he seems almost….bashful under his dark brows. “I can’t say I regret it, however.” 

Your heartbeat picks up and you feel weak and dizzy, as though you were the messy drunk of the three. “And…why would you say that?” 

You sound like a complete idiot, Janna help you. 

Viktor shrugs and doesn’t answer, and takes a look back over at Jayce. “I ought to get him back before he becomes dead weight.” 

You nod, your silly little hopes dashed and the dark mood comes over you like a sudden storm. “Of course. I’ll close you out.” 

Viktor stands up, grabbing his cane, and helps Jayce to his feet, who is singing one of the drinking chants you taught him over the course of your little competition. 

“Have a good night!” 

You put on the cheeriest smile you can manage, but you feel hollow, as though your insides have been scooped out. Maybe you will get a little fucked up tonight, hangover be damned. You’ll never see Viktor again, no matter how badly you want to. 

Jayce leaves a fat tip, which you slip into your bra, and you don’t fail to notice Viktor watching your hands disappear down your dress. Lanky bastard. 

“Miss y/n…?” 

“Yes.” Your tone is clipped. Professional. No feelings here, no sir. 

“What time do you finish tonight?” Viktor seems to realize his inadvertent double entendre, and is bright red from his neck to the tips of his ears. It’s endearing, sweet, really. “Your shift. I mean.” He runs his hand through his hair, and you notice that it’s shaking. 

“2 am.” 

“Would it be alright…” He bites his lower lip. “Would you like to get something to eat? So you don’t…you aren’t…hungover.” 

His concern for you, someone he barely knows, softens the facade you’ve put up. Damn him—he truly will be your undoing, in more ways than one. 

You’re not supposed to fraternize with customers. But what the boss didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and you never had any desire to do so until this moment. 

You nod. “I’d like that.”

You are rewarded with a genuine smile, and you know in that moment you would do anything to get Viktor to smile like that again. “I’ll see you then, Miss y/n.” 

You watch them both leave the club, and settle back onto the chaise, surrounded by empty glasses and bottles. 2 am couldn’t come fast enough. 

[janshu]

Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!

Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."

"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"

"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."

"Fuck yeah!"

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"

"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."

[pbn-learn]

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How the Courtiers wake up their s/o

Valerius: ugh okay witch darling, it's 9:30. I'm here to wake you as you demanded

He would pretend to be all kinda of upset, as though you impeded upon his day and took up his good and precious sipping time

In reality, depending on how long y'all have been together, he'll actually feel a bit heartwarmed proud that you'd trust him with your busy schedule

I assume you'd have to ask him to wake you, otherwise he'd probably let you sleep in until 2pm merely because you deserve the rest

Vlastomil: OoOooOh my sweet dear, I would love to lay here like this all day, but my WoERms need tending to! They need their dadDY! ... please let me go?

This man would be all up in your business the night before. Not necessarily in a sexual manner. He's rather touched starved and loves to cuddle when he gets the chance

Cuddling with him is... Interesting. Not a single limb will go untangled. If your leg isn't unnaturally twisted around him in some way, he will lose his mind until it is. He will put it there himself

He really cherishes cuddle time with you though. He has such a busy schedule, with all the judicial business where he usually just sends the defendant to prison because he can

Volta: oh dear... Volta is so so hungry! And y/n is so much closer to the door... VOLTA IS SO. SO. HUNGRY! AND Y-

Volta is not above casually guilting her partner into getting her food. She can and will use those big ol' puppy eyes and her tiny precious voice to get what she wants. She is highly aware of how she looks and sounds and knows how to use that to get what she wants. What she wants happens to be food though, so the world may have dogged a bullet

For Volta to trust you in her own hoard home to get food is kind of a big deal. She doesn't particularly like it when others touch her things. Especially without permission. But you're the only exception

After she cutes her way into making you get her food, she will often be hand fed by you. Not because she asked you too, but because you chose to. I mean. Look at that face! You can't tell me you wouldn't hand feed her!

Vulgora: WAKE UP BABE! YOU SAID YOU SPAR WITH ME AT ExAcTLY NOW! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED, MY TYRANT

Is not above screaming in your face.

This little beetle baby can and will drag you out if bed by whatever their hands land on first. You never stood a chance sweetie.

They definitely wake you up to spar. The day prior, the two of you were having a particularly nice outing in the streets of Vesuvia, they were telling war stories. And you made the awful mistake of saying that you'd love to see some of their moves up close.

If you're extremely tired and don't wanna get up, one of two things will happen. One, they'll drag you out of bed/pour cold eater on you (they give no shits as the bed can be replaced)/some other firm of waking torture. Or two, if you're feeling especially cuddly or sweet, and you happen to pet their hair, they're putty in your hands for the next half an hour. "Just this once," they've said more times than you can count

Valdemar: Time to wake up Duckling. It has been exactly one hour, twelve minutes and 32 seconds. I know you asked me to awaken you in one hour, but your skin is so interesting and it's hard not to admire it

They are the type to wake you on the dot. You wanna ask them to wake up up in exactly 42 minutes and 14 seconds? Say no more. They gotchu boo.

Don't ask how they do this. They'll merely give you that precious head tilt and say absolutely nothing, instead doing the bitchiest thing ever and start going on about the weather.

On the somewhat rare occasion that you fall asleep in bed with them, they'll sort of cradle you and analyze your facial features, looking for any sign of a nightmare. You had asked them very kindly to wake you if you're having one, and they've committed themself to doing so. They say it's for science, but they make zero effort to hide that they actually care about your wellbeing.

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The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About vi

You and Colson grapple with being “just friends.”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1871

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Hi friend

You were in the studio working on editing one of your songs when you got the text. You hated it, but you smiled automatically when his name popped onto your screen.

Hi friend

The past few days had been weird, but necessary. Colson ended up staying at Pete’s apartment the next night too, so you had plenty of time to figure out how “friends” worked. Unsurprisingly, you hated it. But it was the only way to keep Colson close to you, so you’d take it.

I’m bored

I thought you were friend?

Haha

But seriously you should entertain me

As friends

I’m in the studio rn

U can take a break

What would we do if I took a break?

You tried really hard not to flirt, but it came so naturally. But maybe if you convinced yourselves that you were just friends, it would happen. Because that’s how things work.

Lunch?

I’m hungry

I thought you were bored?

That joke is lame

:)

Will u pls go out to lunch with me

As friends

Hmmmmm

I suppose I could think about it

You sighed, saving the audio project and shutting the computer down. You hadn’t eaten all day and spending time with Colson wasn’t the worst way to spend your lunch break.

Y/N I will find you and drag you out of that studio

You don’t even know where I am

Where do you wanna go?

I could find out…

Whatever u want

Mediterranean? There’s a cute place right by me I’ve been wanting to check out.

You sent him the address, asking him to meet you in 10 minutes.

It’s a date

Wait

No

Not a date

Like I’ll see you then

You laughed as the texts came through your phone, shaking your head. You headed out of the building, walking towards the small restaurant. You weren’t exactly dressed in “lunch clothes,” because you had expected to stay in the studio all day, but you would survive.

You got in line at the blue painted restaurant, thankful that it wasn’t too long. You waited a few minutes before a familiar voice spoke from your side. “Now what’s a pretty girl like you doing all by herself?”

You smiled, turning to Colson. “Waiting for her friend to show up.”

He raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his face. “I hope your friend is as hot as you are.” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, “not even close.”

Luckily Colson understood you were joking and he laughed with you. “How have you been?” He asked, “did they catch the guy breaking into apartments?”

“I’ve been good, working.” You nodded, “yeah, they caught him. He broke into this police officer’s place while he was home.”

Colson huffed in amusement, “talk about bad luck.”

“Right? I mean, I’m glad they caught him but, I mean, what are the odds?” You moved forward in the line, reaching the hostess stand.

“Two please.” Colson asked, flashing the girl a smile. You bit your tongue to hide the scowl that almost instinctively came to your face.

The hostess was young and no doubt attractive. She batted her eyelashes towards the tall man, not even acknowledging you. “What’s the name?”

You furrowed your eyebrows as Colson answered, wondering why she would need his name if she was taking you to the table. “And what’s the number?” She asked sweetly. If you were drinking water you would have spit it out.

Colson blushed slightly as you stood in shock. “Um-I’m.” He looked at you as if to say “I’m here with someone” but then he must’ve realized that he wasn’t technically on a date. “You’re lovely, but I’m not interested.” He muttered out, an awkward look on his face.

You were trying your hardest not to look pissed off, because if you looked pissed off then the lie you and Colson have been telling each other about being just friends would be exposed.

The girl looked you over, eyes raking up and down you with a disgusted look on her face. You felt very self-conscious suddenly, your head turning towards the floor in embarrassment. Colson noticed and cleared his throat, “our table?”

The girl didn’t speak a word as she grabbed two menus and led you to the table. “Your waiter will be with you shortly.” She spit out, anger on her face. Your heart was beating very fast, but you couldn’t tell if it was from anger or sadness.

Colson eyed you from across the table as you played with the hair tie on your wrist. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You spoke too fast to convince him, your quiet demeanor also giving you away.

He sighed, his foot kicking yours lightly and pulling your focus up to him. “Okay, you just seem a little uncomfortable.”

You huffed, “yeah, well, having girls look at me like I’m the scum of the earth does that to a person.”

He frowned, “You know she has, like, nothing on you, right?”

A small blush found your cheeks, and you looked down at your hands again. “You can’t say stuff like that.” You muttered.

“What? Friends say that stuff to each other! I’m trying to make you feel better.” His smile told you he knew what he had done, but he didn’t care.

You sighed, “yeah but you can’t say that to me.”

Colson gaped dramatically, “why not?”

“Because it’s different coming from you.” You laughed. “Why didn’t you give her your number?” You asked, curious for his answer.

He shrugged, “wasn’t interested. Guess I have high expectations.”

You rolled your eyes, “it’s not because I’m here, right?”

Colson let out a sigh, “N-“

He started to speak but was interrupted by the waiter at your table, “Welcome to Shuka, my name is Oliver, I’ll be your server today. Can I get you guys started with something to drink?”

“I’ll get a water, please.” You said, smiling at the man. Colson raised an eyebrow at you. “I have to go back to work after this.”

He chuckled, scanning the menu, “can I get a Nitro?” Oliver nodded, sending you both smiles before heading back to the kitchen.

You sent Colson a look, expecting him to continue your previous conversation. Instead, he continued to read through the menu. “Do you know what you want? I’m thinking about the Shak-Shakshu-.” He tried to pronounce the name of the dish but was failing.

You giggled, finding the dish on the menu, “Shakshuka.” You told him, “and I haven’t even looked.” You scanned through the menu in your hands, reading the names of the various dishes. Colson took to studying you, a small smile on his face.

“It’s not because you’re here. It’s because I’m genuinely not interested in anyone else.” He said out of the blue. Confusion flashed across your face before you understood what he was referring to. You took in a breath, trying to figure out how to respond. “I know I shouldn’t tell you that, but I just think you needed to know.”

You smiled to yourself, “I don’t mind, I just- it makes it harder to convince myself this isn’t a date.”

Colson nodded, “this is not a date. We are just two friends having a friendly lunch. As friends.” He was trying to convince himself too.

“Right. Friendly friends. Two people who are just friends.” You said, exaggerating the word “friends”. Awkwardness hung in the air for a few moments before you both started laughing.

You fell into the familiar pattern of conversation that seemed to come naturally to you both. When your meals arrived, you were both very excited. “Can I try some of yours?” You asked, sending him the most convincing puppy dog eyes you could muster. He chuckled, placing some of the poached egg onto his fork and moving it towards you. You rolled your eyes at the cliché but smiled anyways, letting him feed you. Your eyes widened in shock “that’s so good!”

He nodded, swallowing his food. “My turn.” He said, reaching over and plucking up a falafel from your plate with his fork. Once he finished eating he smiled at you, “you have excellent taste. You’re picking the restaurants every time now.”

You raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on your face. “So we’re going to have more of these friend lunches?” You asked.

“Duh. We’re friends. This is what friends do.”

You giggled, “I don’t hear about you and Pete going out for lunch together.”

The man chuckled, eyes closing for a moment. “If it’ll make you feel better I’ll take Pete to lunch one of these days.” That made you giggle even harder, shaking your head.

 Neither of you finished your meals, packing them into to-go boxes to eat later. When Oliver brought the check over, you were very flustered. Colson automatically reached to pay but you grabbed his wrist, “we’re on separate checks.” You told the server. Oliver nodded, moving to fix it until Colson spoke up.

“I got it, it’s not a problem.” You sent him a look. “I asked you to lunch, I pay.”

“Friends let their friends pay for themselves.” You muttered, moving your hand from his wrist.

He rolled his eyes, “you can pay next time.” Smiling smugly, he handed his credit card to Oliver, who was very confused. “Relax. I’m just being nice.”

You sighed, pouting slightly. “It’s already hard enough and then you make it worse by flirting and paying and- ugh.” You cut yourself off, frustrated.

Colson clenched his jaw, letting out a hard breath through his nose. “I know, I’m sorry. This isn’t exactly easy for me either.” You nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed at your small outburst. “We can do this.” He said, confidently. If only you could feel as confident as he sounded.

Once Oliver came back with the card and receipts, you both left the restaurant. You hadn’t noticed the cameras as you walked down the street with Colson, the conversation returning to light banter and jokes, but they noticed you.

Colson walked you all the way back to the studio you were working at, insisting on going with you all the way inside. “I just wanna see where you work.” He claimed, but you insisted it was just like every other studio.

You got into the elevator to ride up to the fourth floor, where your space was. Colson stepped in with you, a smile on his face. You sighed, pressing the button and waiting for the elevator to close.

“Hey Y/N?” He spoke as the doors began to shut. You looked up to him, eyebrow raised in question. The doors closed and instead of responding, Colson leaned down, pressing his lips to yours.

You kissed him back, hands cupping his face. You heard the elevator beep as you passed the second floor, and then the third floor. He pulled away, smile on his face.

You took in a deep breath, “I thought you…”

“Fuck it.” He muttered, standing up straight. You smiled, biting your lip. “But we’re not hiding this from Pete. We’re just… testing the waters.”

You hummed in agreement as the elevator doors opened, stepping into the hallway and leading him to your studio.