#finally just had to buckle down and see what all the fuss is about and like. i get it

[theonemeathead]

Sniper x Reader, "Say My Name"

[NSFW!!] im soooo normal about sniper from tf2. ive actually had this fic sitting around for a while, just keep forgetting to post it!

tws for the use of the word 'sheila', implied fem reader. enjoy!

You had no idea how it had gotten to this point. One moment you were laughing, cutting up with everyone over a game of cards, next thing, you were in a full-blown heated argument with your lover. Hardly, did you and Sniper ever truly argue, and when you did, it was normally you fussing at him, and him, sitting there, calm and level-headed, listening. There were a few outlier moments (like all long-term relationships), where things got bad, but never like this.

Now, you were standing in his camper, both of you spatting at each other as it escalated from frustration to a full-on screaming match. And it didn't seem to get any better. Sniper had said something during the game and it set you off for the night; Something about how 'he can see the looks you give the others'. Now, you understood Sniper was possessive, but the way he snapped at you earlier had stuck with you. And the worst part? He didn't even say sorry. You knew it was irrational to be upset, but things had been piling up for days, and this was the breaking point; The final drop of water into a cracking dam of emotions.

"Don't give me that, sheila, I'm not in the mood," He turned his back to you, waving you off with his hand as he marched towards the fridge. It always bothered you when he seemed disinterested in your arguments.

"Oh, you're not in the mood? What about me? What about how I feel?!" You huffed, crossing your arms. You waited for him to respond, slightly trembling with anger as he seemed to dismiss you, inspecting the label of a beer he found instead. "You accuse me of being disloyal and then ignore me? That's unfair, and you know it—"

"It's not an accusation if I'm tellin' the truth, yeah? Crikey, I see the way the doc treats ya on the battlefield, sheila, I'm not bloody blind!" He slammed the glass bottle on the counter, whipping around to face you with such ferocity that, for the first time ever, you had actually feared him. You stood your ground, shrinking slightly as he stomped towards you, his voice getting louder and angrier as he did. "And I ignored it, brushed it off as simple banter, yeah? But when he started touchin' ya, feelin' up on what's mine?"

"He doesn't 'feel up on me', Sniper. He's doing a rushed medical examination, I would know if it was sexually charged." You bit back, a slight snarl forming on your lips. Sniper froze. You never called him by his title, only when you were really upset. You knew it got to him, would agitate him more.

"That's not my name, roo."

Woah. You immediately felt your face flush red. The way his tone darkened, the way he stood as still as a tree over you, it made your thighs squeeze together. You'd be lying if you denied it didn't get you hot under the collar, the predatory gaze in his eyes as he spoke. Even with a raised voice, there was a certain underlying gravel in his tone that followed. No sane person should be turned on by their boyfriend's anger, but you could tell Sniper was about 30 seconds away from pushing you up against the nearest surface and showing you who you belong to.

"You're Sniper when you're mean."

You swallowed thickly, noticing how he kept pursuing you. You backed up, stopping abruptly when you hit the farthest wall in his camper van. He slammed his hands on either side of your face, leaning down as he growled slightly in your ear. You pushed yourself, flush, against the wall. You pushed your legs together, your knees threatening to buckle just from the sheer ecstasy that was Sniper's voice whispering, dirty talking you, right in your ear.

"You wanna see mean, love? I'll show you mean."

You felt goosebumps pin up all over your body. Before you could retort, Sniper had latched himself onto your neck. He would start with a kiss, the sweetness of his lips a cruel cover-up for when he sunk his sharp canines into the same spot. He left multiple dark, visible marks, most starting at your jaw, trailing down into your nape and ending near your collarbone. He wanted to claim you, show everyone you were his.

You wanted to fight back; To be a general nuisance and continue arguing... but it was obvious it would be futile. He was going to put you in your place, regardless. He was Sniper, like you said, after all.

He didnt even bother to strip you completely. He hastily unbuttoned your pants, slipping them down with your panties in one swift motion. The clothing articles sat at your knees, effectively hindering your ability to run away, if you so desired. You were flipped over so your back was turned to him instead, now. Instinctively, you put your hands against the wall to brace yourself. With one hand on his cock, the other on your shoulder, he began, teasingly, rubbing the head of his length against your core. You whined, grinding back to get any sort of relief. You felt the rumbling of his low laugh, as if he was getting off on how desperate you were. Here you were, acting all high and mighty, now reduced to a brainless toy for him to play with.

"What's the matter, roo? Need somethin'?"

"Mundy, please—" He took a fistful of your hair, yanking on it to force you to arch. Your head leaned back, giving you an upside-down view of the sinister smirk on his face.

"Oh, I'm Mundy again? I don't think so, love. You asked for this." He punctuated his sentence with a deep thrust, bottoming out fully inside you in one movement. It caught you off guard, eliciting an involuntary moan. You felt your eyes water, your walls squeezing and constricting around Sniper's lengthy cock.

He started off agonizingly slow, pulling almost all the way out, just to push himself back in to the hilt. You could feel his tip brushing against your cervix, making you wet with even more need than before. Normally, he was an animal. When he was horny, he didn't hesitate to hold back on ravaging your body. But, this was Sniper, the trained assassin that could wait hours to get the perfect shot. He was a hunter, a man who didn't 'muck about' when it came to ensnaring his prey. This wasn't your typical, sweet boyfriend who went on camping trips and sang you poor covers of songs by The Who.

His pace quickened with desperation. Vulgar sounds of skin hitting skin echoed through the quietness of his vehicle, followed by a harmony of whimpers and mewls from you as he fucked into your body ruthlessly. He let go of your hair, instead, he dug his nails into the meat of your hips, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his wake. His grip was bruising, along with his thrusts now. You still held yourself up against the wall, albeit shakily.

"Mick, please! I'm so close—" He had slowed his pace, coming to a complete stop. Confused, all you could do was whine at the lack of stimulation. And that's when it hit you.

He wanted you to beg. He wanted you to degrade yourself, to fully give in like a wounded rabbit caught in the hinges of a beartrap.

"C'mon, sheila, you're a clever one. You know what I want." The praise from his gravelly voice, alone, was enough to get you to crumble.

"I— Please, Mick, I'm sorry for calling you 'Sniper', it won't happen again, just please—"

"You're just making this harder for yourself, love."

"Fine—Ok! Please, Mundy, I need it, I need it so bad. I want you to fuck me, and only you!" Your voice quivered with desperation. This seemed to appease him as he went back to where he left off. Every drag of his dick against your wet core felt heavenly. It wasn't long until that build-up happened again, that tight coil forming as his tip abused your g-spot.

"You're mine, roo. Got it?" He panted, groaning softly as he felt you tighten around him, as you got closer to your climax. "Say it, sheila."

"I'm yours! I'm yours, Mick!" As if on cue, you felt your orgasm crash over you. You squeezed your eyes shut, your body tensing around his cock deliciously harder. This seemed to push him over the edge, his hips snapping against your ass as he went as deep as he could, filling you to the brim with his cum. He pulled out, catching his breath as he watched his seed spill out of you, as it began to drip from in-between your legs. He grinned, proud of his work. With a light slap on your ass, you slumped against the wall, completely exhausted and limp.

Sniper sat on the ground beside you, pulling your sore body towards him. You rested your head on his shoulder, comforted by the faint scent of umber and the soft thumping of his heart. Tiredly, you looked up at him.

"So, I'm going to assume you don't think I'm gonna leave you for one of our teammates anymore?" You teased slightly, although there was a hint of sincerity in your question. You really didn't want anyone else, but him, and you'd be damned if he didn't know it.

"I'm sorry about that, roo. Just really love ya, 's all." He avoided your gaze, sheepishly looking at the ground instead.

"I love you too, Mundy. I promise, you're the only one I've got eyes for. I'm not going anywhere."

"You better not, or Sniper's gonna have to hunt'cha down and give you a real bloody drubbin'." You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, effectively shutting him up. Yawning, you laid your head back down, snuggling into his side as you both laid against the wall.

Being a mercenary was, in fact, a good job.

[bow-of-aros]

Day Twelve: Mischief

Summary: Caleb's just trying to get some spell work done, but it looks like Mollymauk has other plans.

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Hey folks! Another pre-written one uploaded during a hectic family visit. Enjoy <33

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Okay. The first time that Mollymauk’s tail had ‘wandered over’ and slid across Caleb’s back, he could have excused it as an accident. It likely wasn’t, and Mollymauk hadn’t exactly looked all that remorseful, but he normally wasn’t, so Caleb had decided to let that one slide.

The second and third times had been a little more purposeful. The little zings up and down his spine drawing little squeaks out of him, but Mollumauk hadn’t even looked up from his new tattoo designs, so Caleb hadn’t said anything.

Who knows, maybe he really was just that focused and his tail really did have a mind of his own.

Nothing happened for a while after that and Caleb sunk back into the steady rhythm of making notes on all the different spells he was tinkering with. He’s certain that they could be made just a little more efficient if he substituted a couple of ingredients for—

“Nein!”

At some point, while he’d been lost in thought, Mollymauk had snuck his tail up under the folds of Caleb’s coat and was currently attempting to wriggle it underneath his book holsters.

“Nein? You’re working on nine spells?” Mollymauk didn’t even have the decency to look up from his designs at Caleb’s plight, “That’s pretty impressive, Mr. Caleb.”

Gottverdammt. Why had he picked a coat with so many buckles?

“Molleheheheheymauk! Get out of thehehere!”

The tail finally manages to worm its way under the strap and Caleb snorts before falling on his side, doing his best to curl around the weapon currently wreaking havoc on his ribs.

“Get out of where? I’m not doing anything,” He glances over, feigned disinterest crumbling as his trademark mischievous grin breaks through, “You seem to be finding that spellwork pretty funny though. Having a good time?”

“Nohohohohoho!”

Mollymauk just shrugs and turns back to his designs, tail somehow managing to maneuver upwards and Caleb’s laughter goes silent before pitching back into frantic cackles.

Click. Fucking finally he got his coat open.

Now, just to grab—

“Hey! Let go of that!”

Caleb flashed Mollymauk a mischievous grin of his own, fluttering his fingers over the tail in his grasp and receiving a panicked squawk.

“Alright, Mister Mollymauk. Let’s see how you like it.”

Mollymauk’s eyes went wide, and maybe Caleb could understand why he always seemed to fall prey to tiefling attacks.

“Wait! Wahahahait CALEHEHEHEB!”

Looks like it’s time to see what the fuss is all about.

[weirdoldstans]

(I'm so happy you like my writing!)

Stanley and Stanford only let one person know their secret love of each other and of being powdered and diapered.

That was Fiddleford. Their long-time friend found out ages ago that both Stan and Ford had their little days, where their desire to be pampered, teased, and loved grew to its highest point. Ford, he knew from college finals week, and Stan from when he was trying to make the portal work again.

Now Fiddleford knew Stanley was Ford's baby, and Stanford was Stan’s baby but to him, they were both their babies when they got in over their heads and needed some attention.

Today, it was quite obvious to the old hillbilly that he had two babies on his hands when he came to visit.

According to Ford, they had a tense argument the night prior, the two fussed over something trivial and went to bed in separate rooms angry. In the morning, both were still fussy and didn't want to see one another, but both wanted Fiddleford to come and chat.

Fiddleford clocked them as soon as he stepped into the house. After Stan snapped at Ford for “chewing his bacon too loud”, how he could hear it without his hearing aid and Ford was rather a very quiet eater, Fiddleford stood up and tsked.

“Stanley, baby boy, ya know that's not how we speak to the ones we love.” Stan's face flushed crimson from the tips of his ears to down his chest. He grabbed Stan gently by the hand. “Come ‘long little one, you need a change of clothes and a nap to feel better.”

Ford smirked into his coffee. “I knew my baby brother needed to be my baby today.” He grabbed at Stan's crotch as he walked by, getting a soft keen from the other's throat. “Don't worry baby, Daddy will be by later to check how wet your diaper is.”

Stan’s face grew even redder as embarrassment raced like wildfire through his veins. Fiddleford shook his head.

“Now Stanford, don't get cocky. After I pad Stanley up, it's yer turn. Don't think I ain't seen how you need baby time too.”

“Wait, what?!” It was Ford's turn to blush. He chased after the other two into the nursery where he stood at the doorway, all twelve fingers rubbing together as he kneaded at the bottom of his sweater. “Fiddleford, I don't think I need to be baby today. I wanna stay an adult.”

Fiddleford chuckled as he undressed Stan, getting him situated up on the changing table and spreading cream and powder over all the nooks and crannies. “Now Stanford, just from the way yer takin’, I think you need baby time just as bad.” He taped up Stanley, cooing at him softly as he rubbed the front of the diaper, getting the man to hiss in pleasure. “There's a good boy. Here, Uncle Fidds will get ya situated in the playpen.”

Which he did just that before turning to Ford. “Come here Fordsie, don't be makin’ a fuss ‘bout needin' this.”

“But.” Ford still hovered in the doorway.

“Ah, no buts unless ya want yers smacked until it's red hot.” Fiddleford said sternly. He crooked his finger. “Please come here.”

Unlike Stan, Ford usually made a fuss about his baby time. He was stubborn and needed a firm hand. Such was the curse of hyper-intelligence, all those thoughts muddied his feelings, making what was pure and natural into something dirty and wrong.

Thankfully Ford crossed the room, albeit a little slow, but did as he was told. Fiddleford did the same for him as he did for his twin, undressed him, took his glasses and put him in a nice diaper to stay dry during nap time. They shared a love for the dino ones, so Stan got the Triceratops and Ford got the T-Rex, like they liked.

“There.” Fiddleford got them both in the playpen, nothing on but their buckled mittens, diapers, and pacifiers. “There's my good boys. I've gotta go clean the kitchen. You two behave and nap like yer supposed to.”

Ford would have taken a nap like a good boy if it weren't for his little brother rubbing his crotch against Ford’s leg. Ford huffed a little, but the more he relaxed into his situation, the more Stan’s diaper wedged itself against the front of his, and the more his arousal grew, the less mad he became, and he settled down into his subspace, feeling content.

Soon, there was no time at all until he started grinding back against Stan, mitted hands coming to clutch the best they could against his brother's back, bringing him in closer as Stan threw a leg over his.

Ford moaned behind his paci, wrapping his arm around Stan's frame harder. He was so close, his throbbing cock pressed so deliciously up against the front of his diaper.

Stan pressed their mouths together, their pacifiers clacking softly as they met. His eyes were just as desperate, begging his twin to finish with him. Ford’s eyes rolled back, hips becoming erratic stuttering movements as friction became too much. His cock throbbed once, twice, and then.

Stan and Ford's dual moans of pleasure harmonized briefly, filling the space between them with huffing breaths and whimpers of overstimulation as they came down from their high. Ford’s eyes glazed over in adoration, pressing his head to his twins.

They needed that, they needed this. He was sorry for their stupid fight last night, and he could see the same apology swimming in Stan’s eyes. Another pacifier kiss was shared between the two, goofy grins plastered on their faces as tiredness started to overtake them.

Fiddleford’s quiet chuckle made them both blush scarlet. They looked up to see Fiddleford leaning over the edge edge of the pen, head in his hand as he’d been watching the two for quite sometime. “Now I thought I told you naughty babies that ya were s’uposed to be nappin’.” He smiled as their guilty expressions. “What am I to do with you two?”

WAHHH I LOVE IT!!

uncle fidds here to save the day! stan and ford both being fussy lil babies!! ford being so cocky until fiddleford says nah, you too, bud !

GRINDING TOGETHER IN THEIR CUTE LIL DINOSAUR DIAPERS...PACIFIER KISSES!! PACIFIER KISSES!! I'M GONNA SCREAM AND CRY THANK U ANON

[justimajin]

The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 19

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 3.2k / CEO AU

↠ Summary: Through hours of endless training and hard work, Kim Seokjin is finally the CEO of Kim Electronics. He has everything at his hands - status, money, power. He owes it all to you, his rigid and sarcastic mentor who overseed his entire training. But as he steps into the shoes of becoming the CEO, he can only wonder what it means for your relationship now.

↠ Warnings: so. much. fluff. (love is *indeed* in the air)

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, November 7 (series masterpost here)

You wait outside your apartment complex. 

The sun is luminous and shining brightly, the orange fall leaves descending down from trees. There’s a slight breeze in the air, making you tug your loose cardigan closer to your form. 

It’s the ideal day to go out, and the ideal day for a date. 

A sigh passes though your lips. It was just yesterday when Jin was holding onto your hands, confessing that he wanted to ask you out. While you were most definitely taken aback with his words – you weren’t entirely against the idea. 

You can’t pinpoint when it happened exactly, when the intern turned CEO seemingly became someone you knew you could lean on, someone you would look so genuinely forward to seeing. Because as hazy as it was, something just felt right when you had simply nodded, watching his expression contort into utter bliss at your response. 

Which is why you’re currently standing outside, eyes flickering occasionally over to your watch. You’re dressed in a bright yellow sundress – something Yuna had picked for you the moment you told her who you were going out with. You muse how it was incredibly amusing to watch your younger sister fuss all over you, attempting to make your hair look nice and throwing a white cardigan over your shoulders. 

Glancing down at your attire, the corner of your mouth tugs at how proud she would be. 

A couple of minutes pass by, and Jin shows up right on time with his car. 

The moment you catch sight of him, your stomach churns a bit. You know you shouldn’t be nervous, but there’s no telling the butterflies dancing in your stomach about that. 

Yanking the car door open, you slip into the passenger seat as he grins at you. 

“You look nice.” 

“Thanks.” You muse, leaning over to grab your seatbelt and buckling it. He’s dressed in a white t-shirt and black ripped jeans, a dark blue baseball cap resting on his head.

As he begins to reverse, you throw curious glances at him. 

“So, where are we going?” 

His mouth curves into a smile. “It’s a surprise.” 

You frown, mind swimming around with possibilities.

Your most likely guess is that he’ll take you to some kind of restaurant, or that he’ll want to explore around an area with a ton of them. But after twenty minutes spin away, there’s a hand planting right against your eyes. 

Your field of vision is completely cut off. “Jin!” 

“You can’t see it yet!” He chides, but you scoff. 

“I can close my eyes then!” You hear a faint ‘oh’ come from him and he releases you, resuming back to his driving. 

“Promise me you’ll keep them closed, Y/N.” He insists. 

“I will, I will.” You firmly state, hearing faint sounds of voices surround you. After a couple of minutes, the car abruptly stops and you hear Jin click off the engine. 

The door to your seat opens, and he grabs onto your hands, slowly helping you out. 

“Can I look now?” You probe, having no vision this entire time.

“Not yet.” You hear him lock the car, before your hands are being guided again. Taking small steps, the voices only get louder and louder until Jin stops you completely. 

“Okay, open them.” 

They flutter open and your jaw drops. 

Jin has a huge mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling. 

Because right in front of you, is a huge amusement park. 

“Come on, Y/N!” You don’t even have a chance to retort anything before Jin grabs onto your wrist, pulling you along. “Let’s go have some fun!” 

You follow along reluctantly. 

You didn’t realize how truly childish Jin is. 

His eyes are practically shimmering, taking all of his surroundings in one by one as he whips his head back and forth. He begins to construct a scheme on things to do and how long they’ll take for the entire day, marking everything eagerly down onto a brochure he retrieved. 

You, in the meanwhile, are caught up between observing him and trying to recall the last time you came to an amusement park. It seems like only yesterday when your parents took you and Yuna, when you were just entering middle school and the latter was a newborn. 

You hear Jin let out a loud yelp. 

Immediately swiveling around, his eyes are latched onto a specific stall and it’s not long before you’re being tugged along. 

“We need to go on this!” He gestures to one rollercoaster with too many loops that has your eyes doubling. 

You harshly gulp, “Jin, I-I don’t think…” 

“Trust me, it’ll be fun!” His hand laces with yours, an action you can’t even bring your attention to when he’s running over. The roller coaster thankfully has no line up, and you’re truthfully not so sure if that’s a good thing. 

Jin sits on your left side as you get buckled into the ride, hand still clasped with his. It begins to move slowly and you throw anxious looks at Jin, who only seems to be ecstatic that it’s starting. 

The first dip happens and you scream at the top of your lungs. 

Your heart is thudding against your chest and the wind is smacking against your face, body practically coursing with sheer fear. 

However within mere seconds, that fear morphs completely into something else. 

Your heart rate and blood pressure rises and all you can think about is how thrilling it actually is, savouring the way the wind whips through your hair and how the anticipation only builds as you go through the numerous loops. 

Once you get off, you can only stare at Jin in astonishment. 

“That was so much fun!” 

He brightly grins, “What I’d tell you?” 

“Let’s go on that one!” Now you clasp onto his hand, dragging him to another one. Jin instantly recognizes it as the infamous teacup ride. 

He smiles as he watches you wait in line, eagerly anticipating the ride as you watch others spin around. It’s a side to you that he hasn’t had the opportunity to see, one you would probably just dismiss as being childish. 

But when you grasp onto him and drag him over to one of the teacups, he’s just grateful to hop on with you. 

You spin around, squeals and giggles leaving you as all the teacups rotates. Jin has to hold onto his hat, the cap nearly disappearing with how fast you’re spinning the centerpiece around. 

Your laughter is contagious and it mixes with his own. 

Getting off the rides, you’re eager to try more – but Jin beats you to it. 

He practically loses his shit when he sees the giant Mario House. 

You loudly gasp, not knowing they had one. 

“We have to go!” You're pushing Jin towards it and laugh when he picks up on speed, practically sprinting over as you run behind. 

“Oh. My. God.” 

Jin is at the entrance, eyes wider than you’ve ever seen them. 

There’s Mario merchandise everywhere – to clothing, stationary and even snacks. 

Jin looks like a kid that’s been dropped off at a candy store. 

You watch as his eyes are darting everywhere, grabbing onto a giant Mario plushie and showing you in awe. You urge him to buy it, amongst other things he shows you, even the giant Mario cap he replaces the one he’s wearing with. 

You’re soon leaving, with Jin holding two bags that are bursting with different kinds of Mario merch and you trailing behind him, eating a bag full of Luigi themed chips. 

“Where to next, Captain?” 

He checks his brochure, mumbling underneath his breath, “We’ve done two roller coaster rides, gone to the Mario house…” 

“Can we go there?” You innocently inquire and Jin glances up. 

His smile drops. 

You’ve picked the haunted house, the place that wasn’t even on his list to begin with. 

“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He shifts his focus back to his brochure. 

“Why not?” You whine. 

“Y/N, there’s a guy with blood all over his face at the front.” 

“So?” It looked interesting, and you’ve truthfully never been to one. 

Jin doesn’t budge, not moving in the slightest. 

A pout forms on your lips. “Please?” 

Jin lets out a deep exhale. He knows the saying that love can turn you completely blind and to be quite honest, he hasn’t felt that statement more than right now, especially when your bright eyes flutter as you continue to pout. 

Sucking in a harsh breath, he prepares his heart and nods. “Okay, let’s go.” 

You instantly beam, your whole face lighting up. Jin fondly smiles at your reaction, but then the two of you get closer to the haunted house and it disappears altogether. 

The man at the front handing out tickets is dressed as a zombie, “T-Two tickets for the haunted house.” 

He hums, taking out wristbands for the two of you and putting it around your wrist. When he reaches down, the frantic man whispers in his ear. 

“Has anyone died going in here?” Jin truthfully ponders and the zombie grins. 

“A couple.” His heart drops and the man laughs, “Just kidding, it's completely safe and not really scary.” 

“T-Thanks, good to know.” You grasp onto his hand, leading him in. Immediately, the creepy music fills his ears, alongside the faint echoes of screaming voices. 

“Woah.” You mutter, glancing around the room to see hanging spider webs, splatters of blood, and fake skeleton bones littered everywhere. 

It almost looks too real and you’re impressed with the level of effort. 

Jin, on the other hand, wholeheartedly agrees with your statements, letting out a shriek when a spider web dangles too close above his head. 

“Are you okay?” You ask right away and Jin shakes his head, clinging to your side. 

“L-Let’s just keep going.” 

You enter more rooms, all with more intricate designs and including more props, like coffins and bats. You’re more intrigued than anything, but that’s when you realize there’s a visitor in the room. 

The man dressed as a vampire shouts a low ‘Boo!’, getting an unamused expression from you and a jolt out of Jin, before he resorts to hiding behind you as a shield. 

“Nice place you got here.” You point to the coffin on the ground, and the vampire mutters a small thanks as you leave, making you smile. 

Jin is practically glued to you, head attached to your shoulder as he lets you lead. You whirl around, having seen the majority of what you were curious about. 

“Jin, we can leave.” You whisper, “I’m serious, there’s nothing more I want to–” 

Your words are caught in your throat, a man dressed as a serial killer standing at the end of the hallway near the exit. He grins, before letting out a low groan and sludging his way towards you. 

Your heart thugs against your ribcage and you turn, tugging against Jin’s shirt, “Nevermind, we need to run!” 

He picks up the cue right away, interlacing your hands and sprinting as fast as he can. The man is on your toes, happy he’s gotten two victims. 

You reach a dead end and there’s no exit. Frantically looking around, he emerges and you let out a loud scream. 

“Hey!” Jin envelopes you immediately, waving his trembling finger against the man, “Back off!” 

The man stares at him unamused, before letting out a sigh and leaving with a mumble of ‘Man, couples are no fun.’ 

As he leaves, you touch your chest, attempting to calm your racing heart. 

Jin holds onto your shoulders, “Are you okay, Y/N?!” 

“Y-Yeah…just wasn’t expecting a s-serial killer to come out of the blue…” You sputter out. 

He stares at you intently. “I’m taking this as we leave?” 

“Yes, please.” That’s all he needs to haul you up, leading you out of the haunted house. You’re relieved to find sunshine immediately, your eyes gladly adjusting to the light. 

“Well, I’m glad that’s over.” Jin remarks and you nod. “Let’s go eat?” 

You grab onto his outstretched hand, letting him lead you to a nearby food stall. 

Turns out eating after getting scared shitless, is the absolute best. 

Jin drags you to a stall that’s selling waffles, coming with an assortment of toppings ranging from strawberries to whipped cream. You both place your orders swiftly and you muse at getting to eat some after so long, too accustomed to serving them previously with your waitress job. 

Unfortunately, Jin beats you to the bill. You don’t even have a moment to search through your wallet before he’s yanking out his credit card, sliding it over the cashier’s terminal. It earns protests from you, to which Jin just retorts with that he’s the one that wanted to take you out so you should just let him dote on you. 

Moments like that make you completely forget you’re on a date with the CEO. 

The waffle is placed within your hands and you dig in, the sweetness from the cream and sourness from the strawberries tasting all too good. You laugh when Jin takes a particularly big bite, practically stuffing his face with it. 

“That was amazing.” You exclaim, tossing out both of your empty plates. Jin hums from behind you, seemingly lost in thought. 

Swiveling around, a pair of orange cat ears land on your head. 

Jin snickers as you raise a curious brow, scrambling to grab his phone from his pocket. 

You smile unamused as he takes your picture, “You had to pick a cat?” 

“Yeah, it seemed to fit you the most.” He cheekily smiles as you roll your eyes at him. “Oh! Here.” 

He hands you a huge cat mask from the stall nearby, taking your cat ears off. You put on the mask with a sigh, watching him glance around before his eyes widen. 

“Found one!” He turns to you, “Ta-dah!” 

You burst out laughing. 

“What?” He whines, offended by your reaction. 

Yet, you can’t help it all, especially when he’s chosen a huge white alpaca mask for himself. 

“It’s just–” You wheeze, “It’s so you.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” He clasps onto your hands, bringing you closer to his mask. “Hey, I’m cute, right?” 

“Very cute.” You remark, causing him to beam. He takes out his phone, placing his hand on your shoulder to take a picture. You throw up a claw hand, attempting to mimic a cat that makes Jin laugh. 

“I’m definitely making this my wallpaper.” He taps on the screen and your eyes sweep around, before they enlarge dramatically. 

You’re tugging Jin within moments, entering into a photobooth station. 

“Quick, pose!” Tilting his head towards yours, the flash goes off. It nearly blinds the two of you, but the image of both of your masks gets captured and the machine’s rounds up for another photo. 

You hurriedly gesture for him to take the mask off and he immediately smiles, snaking his hand around your waist as the second flash goes off. 

The flashes go off twice more, one with a picture of you two doing weird faces and another, with Jin insisting that you look like you’re fawning over him, which you comedically attempt to do. 

Laughter spills from his lips. “I don’t think Yuna is the only good actor in the family, Y/N.” 

You lean over, attempting to look at the copy of the photos in his hand. The photo he refers to has your eyes extremely wide and filled with adoration, a dramatic hand covering your gasping mouth as you look at Jin, who pulls his most confident look. 

It draws a giggle out from you, before your eyes playfully snap over at him. 

“Who says I was acting?” 

Jin plays along. “You’re right, you were taking a picture with me after all.” 

“The most handsomest man ever.” You retort, causing a soft smile to grace his lips. 

“Come on.” He grasps onto your hand, “The day’s not over yet.” 

You happily accompany him with a grin. 

You start to lose track of exactly how many rides you’ve been on. 

Jin takes you on the more popular ones first, making an immediate beeline for them. It makes you laugh when he practically waves his arms frantically, grabbing the conductor’s attention instantly for tickets. There’s lines crossed off on his brochure with the amount of rides you’ve been on and soon, night falls and you’re brought to the last one of the day. 

The high view you have is expansive, the tinkering and dazzling lights illuminating the entire amusement park. Your eyes latch onto it, hands pressed against the window of the spindling ferris wheel. 

Jin watches you with a grin, smile only increasing when you twist around, finger pointing towards the first ride you were on as it starts to glow with its own fluorescent lights. 

Leaning back, he clears his throat. “Did you have fun today?” 

“Huh?” You’re too memorized, but you catch his voice and his words sink in. 

You separate from the window, knowing you would have the view for a good couple of minutes thanks to the slow motions of the wheel. 

“I had lots of fun.” You confirm, turning to him. “I wasn’t too sure of where you were going to take me, but I’m glad it was here.” 

The corner of his lips curls and he directs his gaze to the right side, staring at the lights. 

“We’re always at the office. I just wanted to take you somewhere you wouldn’t take yourself,” He glances at you sneakily, “A place where you could have a good time.” 

You catch on, “Of course, because I’m such a fun person, right?” 

“Surprisingly so.” He mutters a bit too dramatically. 

You shake your head at his antics, words laced with gratitude, “Thank you, though. I genuinely loved it.” 

His gaze connects with yours and you both smile fondly. 

Jin moves forward, his knees bumping into yours. His expression falls, a flicker of uncertainty spreading through. 

“Um, can I–” His confidence crumbles, something that has you alarmed. “I-I don’t know if this is going to be weird or anything, and I’d hate to make you uncomfortable in any wa–” 

You lean forward, intentful eyes surveying him. “What is it, Jin?” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your mouth falls slightly agape, smile fading. 

Jin immediately shakes his head, “Actually, you know what, forget I said anythin–” 

In a split second, your lips brush against his. It’s a bit too short and very sweet, so similar to how your entire date has felt like. 

Jin blinks wide-eyed at your actions, “I thought you’d never ask.” 

You back up with a mischievous grin, finding it lowkey adorable that all his confidence manages to flee in instances like this – but Jin doesn’t let you be the only one with the element of surprise. 

He’s pulling you forward again, planting his lips on yours. A hum of content escapes you, the butterflies in your stomach blooming. 

A few moments pass and the ride conductor halts your cart, undoing the lock before prying open the door. You and Jin both step out at the same time, faces flushed and fluctuating gazes meeting. 

You let out a giggle and Jin intertwines your fingers, exiting the ferris wheel. 

Heading back to the parking lot together, neither one of you lets go. 

[cebwrites]

i'm in love with lami's brother

a/n: mad tsai once again fueling me to write god bless, i got this all out in like two hours i'm beat ┗( T▽T )┛ really though what i'm getting from all of this is that this "Stacy", whoever she is, can never catch a break

oc x canon, modern au, they/he law but "brother" is used a lot mildly suggestive at the end but nothing explicit word count: 1.1k

Trafalgar Lami.

Straight-A honors student, top of her class, sociable and popular in every circle she mingled with, an overall darling to be around. And also seating buddies with his brother in the fancy med school Tacchan got a scholarship for.

Kirin's interactions with her were short if not pleasant whenever the nerds were around the house to study, alone together or with other friends. He wasn't fussed about it, as much as their grandmother would complain about "letting a boy and girl be like that" what his 22 year old brother did in his own spare time was none of his business.

Plus, there was the other kid with pink hair that made Takashi flush just by leaning against him. Lami was the last thing on Kirin's mind where his baby bro was concerned.

Her gaze on him, however, didn't go unnoticed.

Coming 'round the house with the excuse that she needed complete and utter peace to study and that Takashi's place was the quietest in comparison to all her other friends, even though there was definitively more noise here if Kirin was around with company.

They were nice enough about it, although they couldn't promise that there wouldn't be the wayward thumping or laughter every now and then. Aside from buckling down for the next exam, the lot of them would hang out to unwind after the books and study guides were put away.

The boys—grown mascs nearing or in their 30s—were pleasant company, Lami had a of common ground with Alto between absolutely smoking Takashi at Mario Cart while his older brother howled in laughter. Where the couple was concerned, Lami found herself glancing at Kirin whenever they did something "mushy" as the group would tease, trying to somehow will the heat away from her ears.

It made sense, right? The goody two shoes, doe-eyed med student falling for the guy in black nail polish and leather with even punkier friends. Half her friend group threatening him if he broke her heart and the other secretly cheering on Lami's supposed "bad boy" romance. The song and dance every young adult novelist and consumer was familiar with.

Only that Kirin wasn't very inclined and every time he'd tried to be straight (ha) with his intentions something had gotten in the way.

One of those obstructions being her older brother.

College dropout and a year younger than Kirin himself, whose room was decked out in 2010s emo memorabilia when he peeked into their room once in passing, Law was prickly upon first—several—interactions but Lami reassured Kirin that her brother was sweeter than he let on, kicking them under the table as a signal not to embarrass her; to which Law replied with a surly moue and left to skulk in their room.

As Lami invited Kirin and his brother over to hang out at her place, Kirin and his motorbike being Takashi's ride home, it put the two older siblings in closer proximity to each other more often.

It was almost like Law was being intentionally antagonistic at first despite the fact that they seemingly shared a lot of the same interests, deliberately giving Kirin the cold shoulder though Lami would respond with sharp elbows to his side for being a weirdo in front of the "cool" guy she liked.

It was a month before Law finally broke the act and lightened up after a dinner with both their siblings and the addition of the Trafalgar kids' dad Corazon. Both Kirin and their dad shared the same goofy sense of humor and kept giggling and jabbing at each other all night, seeing as much released a lot of tension in Law's shoulders about this "stranger".

At some point in the night, Law leaned over to joke that if she wasn't careful their dad would end up walking away with her little crush instead. Takashi nearly dropped the stack of plates meant for the sink he was carrying when he had to pull Lami away from strangling her cackling brother with the dish rag.

From then on interactions between Law and Kirin went a lot smoother - passive aggression from their rough start was replaced with mutual teasing, banter every time they met and knowing looks and introducing friend groups. Soon enough they were hanging out without the need for their baby siblings being there.

They were friends. Friends who shared and teased each other about their music taste, that could confide in each other about their queerness and gender and how confusing all of that was, about complicated family relationships and maybe even the selfishness of wanting a break from everything for a while.

So what if they sat together, it was nice being comfortable in each other's spaces. Law blew off the questioning brow raised their way when Kirin rested his chin on their shoulder to peek at the comic they were gushing over. Kirin ignored the look Takashi gave him when he shuffled on his platforms decked out in full punk gear at 10pm to catch some obscure concert with Law.

Lami had backed off at this point, taking the hint when a few weeks earlier Kirin showed up to their hangout at the arcade with his boyfriend almost if not even more affectionate with him than the husbands of the friend group. If Law had made a face or commented on Reiji's presence at any point throughout the day, Lami didn't notice.

She must have not passed on the message, though, because Law took Kirin by surprise when they asked him, leaning back in the swivel chair at their desk while the other man lay sprawled across his bed,

"Hey, are you going to make a move on my sister or not?"

Kirin's eyes peeled open one after another, sitting up on one arm to stare at them with a look of bewilderment before the dots in his brain fully connected, neither wanted to meet each other's gaze right away.

"Nah, don't think she'd like me as a boyfriend," Kirin took to fiddling with one of Law's bracelets on the nightstand while they sat on the edge of the bed in his periphery, "'sides, she's not really my type."

Law rested their weight on one hand, dangerously close to the exposed bit of Kirin's midsection underneath his crop top. The chemistry between them was electrifying.

"Yeah? Who is your type then."

Kirin chanced a look up at their eyes, though his gaze drifted almost immediately to Law's lips.

"I think you already know what my answer's going to be, Law."

One leg swung over his torso to straddle the larger man, Kirin's hands running up the length of their ripped skinny jeans on Law's thighs, Law shook their head, "Tell me what I want to hear, darling."

All Kirin could offer in the moment was a love-stupid smile.

Sorry, Lami I'm in love with your big brother xx

[blasphemouspat]

it's true,

working in the death industry, almost any time i picked up an elderly person from a nursing home it was the same.

if it was a woman, usually several family members and friends were there to see her off. when i conducted my interview they were able to provide all of her basic info without much fuss. they would talk about her, tell stories, laugh and cry. often they would play a song for her while my partner and i moved her. they would follow us from her room, through the nursing home, out to the van. they'd watch us buckle her up and drive her away. often they would remind me to drive carefully.

i could probably count on one hand the amount of men who got that treatment. if it was a man, more often than not there would be nobody but a single staff member to watch us move him. sometimes a son would be there, but he would stand awkwardly in the hall by himself rather than witness or discuss anything. if the son was there, i always attempted an interview but was usually met with some embarrassed laughs and "i don't knows" to simple questions about his father. nobody ever said it, but it was obvious: "he was never around. i barely knew him," or "we all hate him. i was the only one willing to come." i got most of the info i needed from a printout at the nurse's station. full name. date of birth. religious preference.

i have some wild stories about picking up men from residences too. they're more likely to be found way later than women. i had a guy who was doing meth and fell face down out of his wheelchair, aspirated his vomit and died. found at least 2 weeks later by a tenant who had come to pay rent. had a guy with hepatitis who spent his final days (weeks? months?) just bleeding and masturbating onto everything he owned. called in by neighbors when the bugs became a problem. i had to wear a hazmat suit just to bag him up.

back at the cremation center we had 2 huge coolers full of all the regular HR and then a 3rd separate cooler for uhhhhh unclaimed remains. it was mostly suicides and heavily decomposed HR, as in people who had died and hadnt been found for weeks or months. a lot of it was just torsos and stuff. pretty much all of it was still recognizable as male. most of it was there from the day i started working there until the day i left, waiting for either somebody to claim it or the state to agree to pay for a cremation. it's expensive to store HR so the owner of the center openly complained about his cooler full of dead scumbags. we all knew what they were.

[mabaris]

I’ve been thinking a lot about Fenris lately. I’ve done almost a complete 180 with how I feel abt him, bc I finally played through his romance. and I think he exists solely for the purpose of being the love interest.

here’s what I mean

if we accept the premise that everything in the game is the story Varric is telling, and not what objectively happened, everything is there for a purpose, because he doesn’t want to give away anything that isn’t specifically relevant to the narrative he’s trying to craft (the DLC operates on this conceit too, bc when you start them up, the intro cutscenes for both Legacy and Mark of the Assassin is Cassandra demanding to hear the story, and Varric saying he didn’t bring it up bc it didn’t seem important)

if we accept that everything is there for a purpose, all the companions are in the story for a reason. Hawke clearly has other friends and associates; we don’t get folks like Athenril or Meeran as playable companions, despite the fact that Hawke can work with them in similar capacities (just in the off-years)

Varric (obviously), Anders, and Isabela are plot-relevant. Aveline and Sebastian (and potentially Bethany/Carver) are important political allies, bc it's a way to keep in mind the influence that Hawke has built. Merrill….. (i might write another post about Merrill tbh, bc her character is fascinating but) in short, she ties in to the whole theme of the debate abt blood magic

Fenris though?? he's 1) an escaped slave 2) from Tevinter, none of which is topically relevant. it doesn't tie into anything else.

he’s not essential. he and Isabela are the only companions you can potentially pass over in the base game, and he’s the only one you won’t miss if he's not there (it's pretty smooth if you don’t recruit Isabela, but the cutscene at the end of act 2 is. Aveline literally arguing with a blank wall lol) so what other reason would Varric have to bring him up?

it's also interesting that he's the only companion whose character development is directly tied to his romance. Fenris and Isabela are both characters who are searching for a purpose, and while I have A Lot of Issues with the way Isabela's romance is written lmao, ultimately her decision to come back and stay with Hawke or not depends on their platonic connection to her (friendship/rivalry status) rather than romantic ties.

Fenris, on the other hand, seems to just kind of... settle for whatever happens to him if he's not romanced. he gets closure on his past but still doesn't have any prospects, he just kind of gives off the vibes of like. he'll tag along with Hawke bc he doesn't have anything better to do anymoreand it's not a very satisfying conclusion for his character arc bc throughout the game he struggles with two main questions: what happened to him, and what does he do now.

but if you romance him, suddenly he does have hope for the future. he still doesn't have any idea of what the future holds, but being with Hawke gives him a sense of purpose and, more importantly, optimism that is completely missing otherwise. he starts to pursue his own happiness and the things he wants (besides just revenge on Danarius) which....... doesn't happen if you don't romance him

[iconocon]

sheriff | stroll

summary: sheriff lance reporting for duty

type: oneshot | wordcount 1k | smut ✦

when lance came home from an aston martin meeting with a garment bag and a brown cowboy hat in hand its safe to say you were a little confused. well, kinda sorta confused, because after all you were in austin texas racing at the circuit of americas and knew it was a right of passage for everyone to get in the spirit but where you would expect other drivers like daniel or even carlos to get all dressed up lance usually didn't participate in weekend marketing. one of your favorite traits about him actually was just how laid back and low key he was not exactly wanting to be in the spotlight and have a fuss raised about him so of course when he refused to show you what was in the bag arguing that "you would have to wait like everyone else" you pouted and begged just like the annoying girlfriend you are known to be until he finally broke giving in saying that he “had to show you the full thing for it to make sense”.

"lance hurry the fuck up"

"patience baby" he was taking forever you swear you have been sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the same spot on the bathroom door for a whole ten minutes before you heard the rustling of the door knob from the other side.

"wait" see now he was just playing games and that just made the excitement in the pit of your stomach grow, even more, when he ordered you to cover your eyes and to keep them shut 'or else'. which of course was tempting but you also didn't wanna have him take your surprise away so you obliged.

the sounds of the door opening followed by shuffling footsteps in your direction cause you to start to giggle nervously until what felt like soft leather kick your calf separating your legs leaving it open just wide enough for your boyfriend to step through.

"oh?" this of course was followed by your free hand that was not on your eyes to be picked up and placed on a cool metal surface one that you felt around blindly until you felt the now familiar outline of a longhorn you have seen everywhere for the past couple days. rubbing the pad of your pointer finger around the outer edge of the oval shape you follow it upwards slowly to the jean clad material of the waistband realizing now that it was a belt buckle. the weight of two hands now digging into your shoulder remind you just how in control he really was. "baby"

"it"s sheriff to you ma'am"

“sheriff?”

finally taking the chance to pull away your hand you are met with the most fantasy-inducing sight you swear you have ever seen. standing between both of your stretched-out legs was your very hot boyfriend with a cowboy hat, boots, and even the same belt buckle that you were now very acquainted with. you couldn't stop yourself from looking him over inch by inch soaking in the smirk on his lips to even the erection now prominent even in his looser pair of jeans. without even another word you knew your mission and your hands didn't need to be told twice in grabbing the buckle again unclipping it from its hold along with the button and zipper needing to see what was underneath for yourself. seeing lance naked every time was like the first time all over again you loved his cock and would do everything to prove it to him.

spreading those same fingers from earlier you barely are able to cover his shaft through the material making sure to look up at him while you do so you can watch him curse your name under his breath almost begging for you not to stop. this is where you had the power and you made that known by pulling him in by the waistband of his underwear until you were face to face to where it met the happy trail that covered the midsection of his stomach leaving a wet opened mouth kiss to the skin.

"don't tease"

you couldn't even help the way you rolled your eyes at his words ones that you knew he would make you regret later for sure by the way his fingernails dug into your should blades trying to reign you back in. pulling down the elastic material until its met pooling at his first layer with his boots you are finally able to let him free not missing the gasp from his own mouth as his tip just barely grazes your bottom lip springing free from its hold. as a tease at heart you even take a second to blow hot air from your mouth on your favorite vein that ran from the tip to the underneath of his shaft watching as it jumped before you gave in to sinking your lips around the top allowing him into your mouth. in one quick moment, all your free hair that was once around your shoulders was now held tightly in a balled-up fist as the sounds of you gagging filled the air. lance didn't lose any time in making sure he reached the back of your throat which each strong stroke groaning each time he made it just a little longer loving the sound of you struggling to breathe. not wanting to give him full satisfaction you made sure every once in a while to reach between his legs and pinch his balls rubbing the skin between your pointer/thumb to watch as his beautiful eyebrows twist in emotion moaning your name. eventually when he started to slow down or when the strokes got sloppy giving you more time in between you found your tongue falling in tune with the space right after the head of his dick running strong lines against the curves until hot liquid filled your mouth.

now because your boyfriend was a sick bastard he still got in another few solid strokes even knowing your mouth was filled with his cum looking down in his stupid cowboy hat at you lovingly as you choke. finally, when you could catch your breath and be able to wipe away the leftovers on your face did you get to be petty, "fuck you".

"watch your mouth little missy before I show you what i can do with the rest of your pretty holes in some handcuffs."

-

short but its legit first smut i’ve ever written u can tell me it’s bad i’m a big girl LMAO

[oh-for-fic-sake]

How do you think Henry and his son would react to his wife being flirted by one of his sons friends

Just a random lil thought

Omg yes! Just a teeny drabble im afraid hun.

Warnings: swearing, suggestive behaviour

You huffed bringing in the shopping. It was that timemof year again. August. the month you absolutly dreaded every year. Not because you had your little batallion of children home from school. But it was the dreaded school shoe run. Normally you and henry split the trips for new uniforms bags and book cases between the two of you. But this year henry had got the chance of a life time. To actually plat Geralt of rivia, he was trying to get home before the first day of school always making a point to be there to drop off and pick up the kids on theirs first day back.

This year was a big year! Not only was our oldest leo starting his first year of college but another brave little spilder was starting her first year at primary school! Only two more to go and all seven members of the cavillry with be in school.

Yes. Seven. Your oldest had been a surprise baby screaming his way into your,lives very early. You'd only been dating four months when your little man was conceived. He was not so little anymore almost seventeen and the spitting image of his father and then you had another three boys 14,10 and 8 then your precious daughters who were 4 and 2 then your ten month old girl. Probably not your last if henry had anything to say aboht it.

Today had been the final trip with your brood to get the final little ones their school shoes. It had been hell. Ella was finally starting school and had threw a fit wanting sparkles instead of black leather.

"Leo...Leo?! You here?" You called out blindly to your teenage henry doppelganger whilst trying to wrangled the younger ones into the house without anyone dropping any bags that the children had insisted help carry in.

"Here mum! Comming" he called walking into the kitchen as you spun collecting the bags off the kids about to topple over. They tried bless them but they were still clumsy. You huffed as he rounded the corner quickly rushing to take some of the bags and set them on the counter.

You groaned seeing ella had dropped her bag and was sitting o the floor tongue out in concentration trying to pop her new shoes on. Honestly it took seconds for a cavill kid to start another adventure.

"No no Ella, those are for school!" You fretted looking to and fro for someone large enough to hold your youngest Amber, who was on your hip. You spun and saw Charlie Leo's freind from school and without a thought passed Amber to him with a quick. 'Hold her for a mineut' before ducking down to ella whose skin had just been pinched by her shoe buckle and set her off.

"Wow mrs cavill~ lookin good" you rolled your eyes huffing under your breath. Charlie was harmless, a little flirt that liked teasing you.

"Oi thats my mum you prick" leo growled out at him trying to fish out a juice box for your toddler that was bordering a fit because her apple juice wasnt in her hand yet and she was 'fuwsty leo now!'

"Leo language!" You scolded him lightly but werent really paying much attention, as ashamed as you were you knew the kids heard plenty of swear words when you argued with your alexa.

"What im just giving the woman a compliment" You ignored everything kissing ellas hand better and teasingnthe new shoes off of her kicking feet as the created a fuss.

"Stop oogling her ass!" Leo shouted making you grunt and pick up ella who was crying she needed a plaster. You shook your head at her and picked her up insisting she just needed to run some cold water on her ouchie.

"Im not!"

"Yes you were!"

"I wasnt" you finally had enough and spared a glance over your shoulder seeing our other children were all queing behind you with various snacks asking if they could open them now. Amber was still on Charlie's hip but was looking about ready to cry. It was your own fault. They had all wanted mac Donald's but you just didn't have the energy to deal with the happy meal freak outs over toys so had declined and they were all pent up and 'starving'

"Boys please!? I have enough to deal with dont add bitching teens to the list" you pleaded nodding your head to the chaos around you. Even Kals had joined the back of the queue waiting for a treat, because you always got him a treat when you went shopping.

"Sorry mum" leo said and quickly began opening snacks and telling the kids to go eat in the den nicely quickly thinning out the herd. And you got back to work helping ella who was still demanding a plaster. You hung our head, there will be no peace untill she had a plaster.

You dropped down crouching under the sink for the medical box to give her a plaster in the hopes of having a little peace and quiet.

"Sorry Mrs C... you know your looking pretty stressed you ever need help with anything around here im down. And i do mean anything Mrs C" you froze. Now that was new. Harmless flirting was fine, he was a kid. But actually propositioning you? That was crossing the line. You reversed out of the cupboard to give the boy a cool 'mum' stare until he apologised. But leo had already beat you to it bellowing at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK-ugh!?" The sound was cut of by a choking sound and before you could even get a word in another voice carried through the kitchen.

"I'm sure you would be round here like a shot, but as you can see from our large brood she is well taken care of, speaking of which i will take that" you spun around in time to see henry glowering at the teen scooping up Amber who's tantrum had subsided at seeing her daddy. Henry's fist was slowly releasing the scruff of Leo's tshirt and dragging him firmly back your son was seething at his friend. It was clear the sound you heard was henry quickly apprehending his son before he could beat his friend to a pulp.

"Oh i rr shit didnt see you there" charlie stuttered flushing red and sweating nervously he looked terrified. But then again henry was giving the boy a death glare. You didn't even have the balls to interrupt your husband, he was that angry.

"Clearly, becuase i dont think youd ever stare at my wifes ass like that if you knew i was here." Henry growled standing tall making himself a huge as humanly possible. He looked terrifying even with a baby hanging off his hip cooing at him.

"Oh i wasnt er.. i mean err sorry sir" charlie too,a few steps back suddenly very pale and frightened.

"Apology accepted, but dont do it again, that ass is mine- that woman is mine. She is my wife and your freinds mother and little lads like you will never ever ever get a look in." Henry seethed not taking his eyes off the teen. Before the boy could say sorry again henry continued.

"I dont appreciate you disrespecting her like that, you do it again and we will be having a stern chat. You understand where I'm coming from?" Your husbands growl sounded monstrous cool and calculated. And down right haunting.

"Yes sir"

"Im clear?" Henry asked tilting his head to the side still doing everything he could to intimidate the boy.

"Crystal"

"Good. Leo why dont you and your school freind go to the den for a bit" henry said speaking to his son but still watching charlie

"Nah. Ive got homework. You should go charlie" leos voice came out icey and fierce. Much like his father. Charlie practically sprinted for the door leaving with a quick 'your right bye'

It was the sharp slam of the front door that made you huff and quirk a brow at the two 'manly men'

"What?!" Henry and leo both asked you as you stared at them unimpressed. You ended up shaking your head muttering 'bloody cavills' under your breath as you tore open the princess plaster for ella who was now kicking the water in the sink.

"Leo, here take amber and keep the others busy" henry said quickly pacing amber to the teen then plucked ella out of the sink pressing kisses to her cheeks before setting her on the floor.

"Dad, it wasnt mum she didnt-" leo started getting worried you were about to have a fight or something.

"I know son, but prevention is better than cure~" henry hummed wrapping an arm around you dragging you closer.

"Wha?" Leo frowned not following the shift in mood.

"A reminder to your little freinds might help them remember their place~" henry chuckled prodding your side making you giggle and bat at him softly.

"Reminder?" Leo asked again still confused, the poor sod had no idea what he was walking into.

"A baby bump"

"Oh god! No not again! Dad you have seven!?" Leo started 'heaving' and yelled

"Yeah not exactly a rugby team is it, remember we don't do half measures in this house!" Henry called out as leo grasped Ella's hand and 'ran' for the safety of the den leaving both you and henry aline in the kitchen.

"Hello wife" he purred leani g down pressjng a ling kiss to your lips.

"Hello indeed~" you hummed back pressing up against him.

"Anything frozen?" He asked nodding to the bags wanting to know if anything desperately needed to be put away this instant.

"Nope" you grinned popping the p with a giggle

"Good lets go!" Henry huffed quickly picking you up and headingnto the pantry

"Oh the pantry~ you spoil me mr cavill"

"Damn right i do woman get in the cupboard!" He growled playfully darting into the pantry for a quicky.

[berberriescorner]

So you're just out here dropping masterpiece after masterpiece, huh?! Ma'am. Ma'am!

I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS! The whole series is amazing, but this part here?! Yeah, it did me in.

Buckle up for this commentary, cause I got some ish to say.

“I got no reason to lie, mama. Like you said, you already here.” He wet his bottom lip before moving his eyes down my body once more. I shuddered.

He knows good and damn well what he's doing with that bottom lip! How sis is keeping her panties on at this point is beyond meee! Cause Lord knows my flesh would’ve been weak, chile.

“I’m just saying. You know women ain’t safe out here. Especially Black women.”

As if I couldn't love this damn man anymore. He out here looking out for all the beautiful black queens. Just take my panties, sir! HERE!

“You on my side, though,” he teased, swaggering toward me in his crisp white tee and gray joggers.

GRAY JOGGERS?! Oh, baby boy was prepared! This would've been my first indication that he was about to be on demon time😈. F your side, papa. The only place you should be trying to be is on top of me. HELLO!

I giggled as he aimed his face toward the ceiling to release the smoke, promptly sucking it back into his mouth before it could get away. “I think you know why.” He brought his eyes back down to mine, smiling while smoke rolled from his lips and nose.

The picture this painted in my mind. LAWD! It's doing thangs to me. I'm not a smoker myself, but it's just something about a fine-ass man doing this. It gives a thirsty bish like me the chills 😂.

Either that or my fascination with this man had me highly delusional. Probably. “Mmmm…” Fuck it. Might as well since I was taking a walk on the wild side for the night. Plus, I’d always wanted to try it at least once. Just to see what all the fuss was about.

This sound like some shit my libra ass would do. If bae doing it-might as well give it a try 😂.

He just sat up and reached for me, signaling me over with his fingers. “C’mere.”

You ain't gotta tell me twice! Here I come, Daddy. The chemistry in this series is on a thousand.

Ooop! So you just gon' snatch my ass right on up! This mannn!

“Mmmm,” he groaned, biting his lip with those gold fangs on full display. 

Sir! Do you want me to hit the blunt or hop on top of you? You keep groaning like that. We gon' have to get it on and popping right neooow. Got the kitty purring out of control 🙄.

“Go slow.”

This ish sexy. I can't explain it.

I took another successful pull, reveling in all of this delectable sin, and he carefully slid his hands around to my ass.

At this damn point, I would’ve caved. I just know my knees would’ve buckled lmao!

“How you feelin’?”

Horny AF, duh! Don't play foolish with me!

With parted lips, I looked toward his hand as I felt it slide into my pants. He started to rub my pussy over my panties and they soaked through on contact, trapping my next breath in my throat. 

I both love and hate you for this. I am a puddle, sis 😩. Absolute perfection.

“Say. How you like it, mama?” He easily caught the rhythm of my subtle grind. “You like slow and steady?” 

The fact that he thinks she could even find words right now. Sir, just wreck my walls already.

“Or you like that hood shit?” He brought his hand down from the window and fixed his arm across my chest, guiding me back into him while he clung to my breast. “Hm?”

BOFFUM', Zaddy! Boffum'. I'll take both for $200, Alex!

“Why you bein’ so quiet?” he finally asked, lips brushing sweetly against my ear. Then he laid a soft kiss just underneath it. “You said you came to fuck. Don’t get all shy on me now.” 

She held out a whole hell of a lot longer then I would have. I’m proud of sis lmao! I'm not even going to tell you how many times I read this 😂. This was so damn good, boo 😍!

in the Morning

story masterlist Shea Buttah Bakery Masterlist

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sounds// Peabo Bryson - Feel The Fire, Isley Brothers - Spend the Night (Ce Soir), The O'Jays - Forever Mine

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IV.

“Oh, shit. What’s up?” He smiled back and it was even more killer in person. Especially with the surprise of gleaming gold fangs and the matching slugs I could see peeking from behind his bottom lip. I had to remind myself to breathe. “You came.”

“I told you I was on the way.”

“Nah, I thought you was fucking with me.” Laughter took over the conversation as he opened the door a bit wider, stepping aside. “Come on in.”

Hell, I could barely believe I’d shown up myself. I had never really been shy, but he’d brought a boldness out of me that even I hadn’t seen.

When I passed him, I noticed that he was still significantly taller than me in four inch heels. Damn. Not like I wasn't overdue for a climbing lesson anyway. The scent of his cologne was also quite alluring. The woody, smoky fragrance pervaded my senses, warming all the spots that shot had missed. Of course he would smell just as good as he looked. He may not have believed I would be there tonight, but he had damn sure been prepared. 

“I can take your jacket.” 

“Oh, sure.” I went to slip it from my shoulders, but he circled behind me and took the collar into his hands. 

“Here, I got you.” 

Taken aback by his unexpected chivalry, I was stuck watching him walk back to the closet to carefully put it away. 

“This is dope. The gold on here go crazy.”

“Right? I thought the same thing. Had to have it.”

“Good choice.” He grinned as he strolled back over to me. “I like your whole get-up, though. You look good, girl.” The intensity he radiated in person was unreal. His blinding smile. Those piercing brown eyes. The once-over he gave me felt like he was sexing me up already. 

Of course, I was a flustered mess. “Thank you.”

“What’s in the bag?”

I held up my bottle for him to see. “Wine. Actually, could I put it in your fridge?”

“Yeah.” He reached for it, so I gave it to him. Then he nodded to the left. “This way.” 

We left the foyer and I followed him past a gorgeous living area, subtly admiring my surroundings. The height of the ceilings had caught my attention right away. All of it was stunning. Far from the bare walls, futon, and flat screens I had half expected. Off white walls and dark wood floors made up the most of it, but the decor was so sophisticated and refined. I’d already clocked a painting and coffee table that I wanted for myself. I could tell it had been carefully curated. I should've known he would give nothing less. We walked through an arched doorway into a kitchen that made me feel like cooking for some strange reason. Just like everything else I’d seen, it looked like something from a magazine. Shades of gray, black, white and green complemented each other well among all the satiny stainless steel. There were even fresh tulips sitting in the middle of the island. I was giving one of them a smell when he came over, leaning up against the marble counter with me. 

“I put it in the freezer for you.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Having to look up was already doing something different for me, but the way he was smiling down at me made it so much worse. Prolonged eye contact was his thing, I’d already gathered. It felt like he was staring into my soul. Whew! “I’m glad you came.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Not every day something this fine just lands on your doorstep.”

My head dropped into a faint laugh. “Baby, you ain't gotta butter me up. I’m already here.”

“I ain't tryna do nothing of the sort. I meant what I said.”

“Ok. So, you just be up in here by yourself?”

“Most of the time, yeah.”

I smacked my lips, less than convinced. “Yeah, aight.”

“You a trip,” he chuckled.

“Nah, you the one.”

“How?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” I said, grinning as I waved him off. 

“I got no reason to lie, mama. Like you said, you already here.” He wet his bottom lip before moving his eyes down my body once more. I shuddered. “I really don’t be having company like that, though. I know it might not seem like it, but I’m usually a pretty private person. I don’t like too many people in my business.”

“So, why you breaking all your rules for me then?”

“I don’t know…” He leaned a little closer. “Just something about you.” 

I rolled my eyes through the inevitable smile that followed his and that sly admission. “You know what, I know I just gave it to you to put away, but could I pour myself a glass?”

“Oh, yeah. Fasho.” He walked back over to the freezer and pulled out my bottle. Then he went to a cabinet for a wine glass before taking an electric corkscrew from a drawer. Once the bottle was open, he stepped back, presenting it all to me with an outstretched hand. 

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I poured myself a big glass, just low enough to prevent any spills while I walked.

“You only brought one glass. You don't want any?” 

“Nah. I’m more of a Hennessy man, myself.”

“Aah, ok.”

“I can put it back for you, though.”

“I think I’ma just keep it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, this is good enough.”

“Aight.” He reclaimed his position at the island. “So, um, I feel like you breaking some of your rules for me, too.” 

“…Maybe,” I said, after finishing a big sip. 

“How you get so brave?”

I frowned. “Why you saying that like you about to chop me up and plaster me into your walls?”

“Damn, girl.” I cracked at the sudden shock that appeared on his face and we laughed so hard. “I’m just saying. You know women ain’t safe out here. Especially Black women.”

“Yeah, my girl wanted me to stay home real bad. But I don't know. Sometimes you just gotta take a chance. Plus, you didn't give me serial killer vibes. Didn’t see a windowless van on the premises either, sooo…”

His smile was beaming as we shared another laugh. “You funny.”

I shrugged a shoulder, preparing for my next sip. “So I’ve been told.”

He waited for me to finish before he motioned his head toward where we had just come from. “Come on.” Then he turned to walk off, and, once again, I followed. 

“And, anyway, for all you know, I could be crazy.”

Without hesitation, he replied, “Oh, I can take you.”

I gasped in false disbelief. “Excuse you. I could have weapons of mass destruction.”

“What? Like a chainsaw?” 

He glanced back at me as we neared the stairs and I busted out laughing. “Now that wasn't even me. My girl put that one in my head.”

“What she think, I’m Leatherface?”

“Shit, you never know nowadays.”

“You ‘bout right. But you can let her know you in good hands.”

“I figured as much.”

He smiled, stopping at the stairs. “After you,” he said, holding his arm out for me to step ahead of him.  

After giving him my bottle, I grabbed the glass railing with my freed hand. I made my way up the curved staircase, swaying my little bit of booty in case he was watching, and losing count of how many steps I was taking. 

“You better catch me if I fall.”

“I got you.” I laughed to myself as we finally reached the top. I waited for him to take the lead again and he came around me, settling his hand on my waist. “This way, mama.”

A floral, citrusy scent met me as soon as I stepped into his bedroom. Probably from the candles lit in various spots all around it. They also provided the light, along with two lamps on the wall framing the head of his bed. “It smells so good in here.”

“I tried to hook it up for you a lil bit.”

“I like it.” The click of my heels on his gray hardwood floors was briefly muted as I strutted onto an oversized circular rug en route to his bed. The couch was nice and spacious, but the bed was much more inviting. The comforter looked cloudlike and the corner of the sheet that was exposed looked fresh. It was huge, too. Likely out of necessity. I sat on the edge and stared over at the window wall across from me as I took a feel. It was just as comfortable as I’d presumed, maybe even more. “Why you way over there? You got—what you called me?—‘something this fine’ all in your bed, and you just gon’ stand there?”

He smiled. “Yeah. That’s what I said.”

“Come here then.”

“You on my side, though,” he teased, swaggering toward me in his crisp white tee and gray joggers.

I kicked my shoes off before sliding myself to the opposite side. “Better?”

“Much.” He came over and sat against the fluted headboard as I sat just a couple feet away from him. At that point, I took my phone from my purse and killed the power. I was not about to let anybody spoil my night. “What kind of music you like?”

“I’m an R&B junkie.”

“Ok.” He picked up his phone, plugged up on the table beside him. “Let me guess. 90’s and early 2000’s, right?”

“Duh! I love my oldies, too, though.”

“Word?”

“Yes. I spent the first fourteen years of my life almost exclusively with my grandparents. They blessed me.”

“Ok. What you know about this then?” After a couple taps, ‘Spend The Night’ by The Isley Brothers began to play. 

“Boy, what? This my shit.” 

“…You grooving your ass off, this really your shit.”

I howled, because I hadn’t even realized. Maybe it was the near-emptiness of my glass that had my shoulders and waist moving without my knowledge. 

“Anyway. So, what’s your favorite genre?”

“My music taste kinda eclectic. I like a lil bit of everything.”

“Like what?”

“Funk. Bounce. Jazz.”

“Okayyy.”

“R&B,” he continued, making sure to look me in the eye for that one. “House.”

“Ooh, I love House.”

“Yeah. But that’s just a few.”

I nodded. “Ok, next question.”

“What’s up?”

“Why you sit my bottle so far awaaaay?” I whined, staring longingly toward his dresser as I went to leave the bed. He laughed. 

“My bad. I’ll get it for you.”

“I’m just messing with you. I got it.” I walked over to fill my glass again, bobbing my head to my jam. 

“You mind if I smoke?”

“This your place, baby. You can do whatever you want.”

“Yeah, but you my guest. And, if I’m a bad host, you might not wanna come back.”

I squinted up at him, twisting my lips to try and hide my smile, but it didn't work. The charm was just too potent. “It’s cool. Spark up.”

“Aight.” 

He leaned over and reached into his top drawer for this little box. I couldn't see inside it, but he pulled out a pre-rolled joint and I just assumed that there were more. This nigga was a stoner in the truest sense. 

The level of my glass was starting to fall again and the wine had to be going straight to my feet. Instead of returning to my seat, I opted for a cute little two-step and a couple of slow spins, quietly singing along with Mr. Biggs and Angela Winbush between sips. The song sounded better than it ever had. 

“I’m glad I chose this cut.” 

I opened my eyes to see that Yahya had changed his position, lying back on his elbows at the edge of the bed and facing me. It took all I had to keep it together. My face was on fire. “Why?”

He smacked his lips at me and took a long drag from the J. I giggled as he aimed his face toward the ceiling to release the smoke, promptly sucking it back into his mouth before it could get away. “I think you know why.” He brought his eyes back down to mine, smiling while smoke rolled from his lips and nose. 

I returned his smile. Of course I knew. “What that shit taste like?”

“You never smoked before?” he asked with a wrinkled brow.

“Nope. I told you I didn't smoke, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. But you never?”

I shook my head. “Not even once.”

“You wanna try it?”

I bit the inside of my lip, not really sure if I should. The scent of weed was something I usually just tolerated, but this didn’t smell too bad. Either that or my fascination with this man had me highly delusional. Probably. “Mmmm…” Fuck it. Might as well since I was taking a walk on the wild side for the night. Plus, I’d always wanted to try it at least once. Just to see what all the fuss was about. “Yeah.” I shrugged it off and left my glass on a nearby table, but then it hit me that I had been drinking. “Wait. Should I be doing this with alcohol?”

“It ain’t gon’ do nothing to you.”

“But am I really supposed to mix the two?”

He just sat up and reached for me, signaling me over with his fingers. “C’mere.”

I sighed, quelling most of my concerns and taking his hand. He didn’t let me make a single step, pulling me right into his hard chest. He hurried his arm around my waist as my screaming morphed into shared laughs. “Oh my god, don’t do that!” I looked down into his eyes, resting my arms on his shoulders to help get my bearings. The laughter soon faded. Smiles went next. 

“Mmmm,” he groaned, biting his lip with those gold fangs on full display. 

That same breathless feeling that had hit me at my computer, smacked the shit out of me again. Just a hundred times stronger. Seeing his brand of fine this close up was devastating. Everything that looked so damn good from afar held all of its integrity and then some. The beard, the lips, the skin, the teeth. Truly immaculate.

“Youuu… are dangerous.” I capped the sentiment with a giggle, but I was not joking. 

He frowned with a telling grin in the forefront. “What? I’m harmless.” The elevation in his tone further confirmed the lies.

I pushed myself back up to my feet, flustered as fuck and almost hating how he could make me this way so effortlessly. I really had no idea I was so foldable and, though the circumstances were lovely, I didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Fuck that.” 

He laughed and held the joint up to my lips. “Go slow.”

I looked at it and then back to him, still slightly unsure, but I went ahead. The regret was instant. I choked, coughing up what little smoke I had brought in. And, to make matters worse, he had the nerve to be laughing while I was fighting for my life. 

“Naaah, not like that.”

I shook my hanging head. “That’s ok. I don't want to anymore,” I said, fanning myself and trying to catch my breath.

“Come on. I got you.”

I smacked my lips, looking into his half-lidded eyes with my own, and caved without an ounce of pause. Shameful. “...Ok. But, if I don't get it this time, I’m done. And don't laugh.”

“Aight, aight. I won’t laugh.”

“You better not,” I teased, rolling my eyes. 

He brought that shit up to my lips again, but, this time, he rested his free hand on my hip. I didn't pay it much mind. I was more focused on preparing myself for this second pull that was probably about to kill me.

“Go slow.”

I followed his instructions and took a relaxed drag. But I forgot to stop, and this nigga just let me keep going. My eyes popped when I realized what I had done. I stood there, cheeks puffed to the brim, not knowing what the hell to do. Again, Yahya was cracking up. I, on the other hand, started to freak out, groaning frantically and tapping at his arm.

“Just open your mouth, girl.” 

I opened up and the smoke billowed out and began to float away. 

“Now catch it. Inhale.” 

I did what I was told once again and watched as some of it disappeared back into my mouth.

“Ok, hold it… now breathe.”

I let go and, surprisingly, all of it came out without me bringing a lung up with it. “I did it!” I beamed, celebrating my first successful puff of Mary.

“Started off a lil rocky, but you finished strong.” I laughed with him, feeling too triumphant to check him for rejoicing in my struggles. “You wanna hit it again?” he asked, after taking another puff. 

I nodded. I felt like I had it down, but I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. If I could do it two times in a row, that meant I could really do it. Feeling myself, I even took it from his hand when he brought it over to me. 

“Oh, shit. Ok. You a pro now, huh?”

I was too tickled, but in the merriment I still noticed that he had led his newly unoccupied hand down to my other hip. He kneaded his fingers into me, getting a nice, thorough feel. Naturally, my mind began to wander, imagining all the filthy, disgusting things he could do to me with those huge hands. I looked down at him and he was already staring back. His face was the most relaxed it had been all night. He took his gaze down to where my thighs met and I would swear I heard my girl sigh. This man was so fucking sexy it was almost infuriating. I had to look away. I took another successful pull, reveling in all of this delectable sin, and he carefully slid his hands around to my ass. The pungent smell of weed had possessed the air, the taste of the flower and a little wine were sweet on my tongue, and the sensual poetry of love songs gave us all the right directions. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this bad. 

“How you feelin’?”

I opened my eyes, tilted my head and brought my hand up to mimic a chef’s kiss.

“See? Stick with me, I can show you some thangs.” I tucked what was left of the J between his lips and he hit it one last time before sitting it over in the ashtray. Then he pulled me closer. 

I smiled and bit my lip, gently placing my hands to his chest. When I started to back away, he smiled up at me and loosened his grip, but I could tell he didn't really want to let me go. 

“Where you goin’?”

I simply shook my head as I left his grasp. I just wanted to play around with him, make him chase me a little bit. The O’Jays were singing ‘Forever Mine’ and, somehow, I could feel it in my body. Whatever Yahya had for me, I was readyyy! I turned away and clutched the bottom of my shirt with both hands, pulling it up over my head and dropping it to the floor. Not a second later, I could see his reflection in the window standing from the bed. Off came his shirt in one swift motion as he walked, then I felt him slide up behind me. The chase was over. 

With his hands at my sides, I swayed to the hypnotizing melodies, savoring how good his bare skin felt next to mine. “I love this song.” I spoke quietly, fully entranced. My hands found their way to his, and the difference in size fucked me up even more. I was leading them around to where I needed them, when he latched onto the softness of my belly and started to move toward the window. I shuffled the short distance with him until I was standing directly in front of it. He eased his hold on me and grabbed my hand, placing it onto the glass a little above my head. I looked out over his backyard, wondering if any of his neighbors could see us. Part of me hoped someone could as he played around with the waist of my jeans, touching my skin in light whispers. He crept over to the button, undoing it, what felt to be, intentionally slow. My zipper came down at the same chilling pace. With parted lips, I looked toward his hand as I felt it slide into my pants. He started to rub my pussy over my panties and they soaked through on contact, trapping my next breath in my throat. 

“Say. How you like it, mama?” He easily caught the rhythm of my subtle grind. “You like slow and steady?” 

I scratched the glass with his hand still on top of mine, feeling his dick right against my ass. Flames flickered in the near-darkness, but, clearly, we were the hottest in the room. He moved my panties to the side and slipped through the flood until my clit was pounding into the tips of his fingers. A shy moan had barely made it past my lips when he sank them deep. I whimpered loudly, gripping his arm and bending my other hand into a fist, buckling under the pressure.

“Or you like that hood shit?” He brought his hand down from the window and fixed his arm across my chest, guiding me back into him while he clung to my breast. “Hm?”

I didn't answer. I wasn’t even breathing. Despite me being highly inebriated, my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

“Why you bein’ so quiet?” he finally asked, lips brushing sweetly against my ear. Then he laid a soft kiss just underneath it. “You said you came to fuck. Don’t get all shy on me now.” 

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[sif-the-tsunami]

Ok prompt! Sy is teaching you how to cook and maybe things get frisky ? 😁

Oooo I like this. Its not 100% on the nose but this is where the muse took me.

Did you want a novel? Because, I hope you like novels.

Warnings: chili with beans, sweet cornbread, swearing, smut

"Listen hear, you chicken fried fuck. If you don't like my cooking, you are welcome to eat something else at the damn pot luck!" I snap at a grumpy retired soldier who was talking trash about my chili recipe. Like always. Whenever we have a party, he has to say something about how I'm dressed, what I brought, or the beer I was drinking.

"All I'm saying here, California, is that where I'm from we don't put beans in our chili. And don't get me started on this abomination you call cornbread. Why is it sweet, why are there vegetables in my bread?" He says in his drawl.

"Because honey and roasted jalapenos taste good together!"

"I guess. You don't need to fuss so much Princess, I'll gladly show you how to make real Texan food. Make some wife material out of you." He smirked. I think he knew he was getting under my skin.

"Come on, Sy, give her a break. Take a bite of her cornbread with the chili, they are delicious together." One of our mutual friends told him when he could see that I was not having any more of his attitude.

I walked away from the conversation, feeling incredibly salty. The man was Syverson, we had been in the same group of friends for the past couple years and honestly he was usually at least cordial with me, but the sheer audacity of his tone today. The rest of the party was really fun, at least. Occasionally, I would catch eyes the color of the ocean after a storm staring me down. He kept looking like he wanted to say something to me but I would find reasons to leave the room. Fortunately there was always a way to get out and around.

Towards the end of the evening, I go outside to enjoy the cooling air and watch the stars, listen to a couple of the guys from inside sit on the tailgate of a truck and talk about football or something. The breeze would kick up occasionally and I could smell an orange tree blooming in the distance.

"Hey, oh shit, I didn't mean to startle you." I jumped damn near out of my skin when the grump showed up out of nowhere. "I actually really wanted to say that I'm sorry, I can be a real asshole sometimes. You are usually more aware of it than others. I'm used to giving people a hard time. Your food was delicious. I just don't know how to talk to you sometimes."

I looked at the large man skeptically. I'm not used to people going from snarky to nice to me. "Thank you for apologizing. Glad you liked it, Chicken Fried. You can just talk to me like anyone else, I don't mind some teasing, but you just know how to push my buttons."

Sy looked at his feet for a moment. "I will be nicer to you, I promise."

"I'm sure." I had heard that before.

"I still think mines better," back to sounding arrogant already, "I am willing to bet that it would blow your mind."

"Do you really want to bet?"

"Yeah... sure. I'll bet you. If my chili it better than yours.... you have to go on a date with me."

"Is that how you get most of your dates these days? Tinder just isn't cutting it anymore?" I tease. He is actually kind of good looking. Sort of. If you are into that hand crafted by the gods kind of look. I'm not saying I am, but I could get the appeal.

"You'd be surprised. Most of the women I meet want to figure out what's wrong with me. Almost 40, never married, I have a job I like. They keep waiting for my skeletons to come out of the closet. Like shit, girl, I just don't like olives or sweet relish. I think I'm pretty cool otherwise." He said talking with his hands out stretched. I think he might have been being earnest with me, but his tone is almost always sarcastic.

"You were in the military, right?"

"Yeah."

"That's what's wrong with you." The big man started laughing harder than I thought he would.

"Well, California. You up for it?"

"I don't know Chicken Fried, I don't like dating, I would really just like something casual, low maintenance. What happens when I win?"

"When?" He chuckles. "If you are looking for something casual and low maintenance, baby, there is a reason when I was still in the Army they called me Captain Cunnilingus."

"It sounds like either way you win." I smirk, "I would need a real incentive to try to beat you."

"How about bragging rights?"

"If I win... you shave your beard. Then I get to use your face as a chair." He looked shocked.

"Fine, when I win, you have to wear a dress on our date, and heels. Maybe even some of that shit you all put on your lips with the glitter and fruity flavors."

"Ok, now that's unreasonable. I don't even own heels."

"I'll buy you some." Well color me impressed. We decide on the terms of the bet. We would invite a couple of friends over to his place next Sunday and they would pick a winner with a blind taste test. We would also have one canned chili and one restaurant chili to make it a little more interesting.

Sunday came, and we all gathered in his house. This was the best batch of chili I have ever made. Fresh peppers, bacon, beer and some good quality beef all swam together in a symphony of flavors. When I walked into his house, the smell was... pungent. I could smell cooking vinegar. It wasn't bad but there was something just a little off putting.

"Glad you showed up, Princess." He looked me up and down. to surprise him just a little, I did show up in a dress. I figured a special occasion needed a special outfit.

I looked over at the big man as he took my slow cooker from my hands and plugged it in for me. To be fair to both of us, we had enough time to set up sides and toppings. I even baked more cornbread. Sy made his own savory cornbread that he pulled out of the oven in a cast iron skillet.

"It was my mama's." He told me when I asked about it.

"You bake also?"

"Sometimes, if the mood hits me. I like making peach cobbler too. If you are lucky, I'll make you some. Maybe after our date."

"So sure of yourself, Chicken Fried. I hope you got some good shaving cream and a new razor, you'll need it." In his kitchen, I lifted the hem of my sundress clear up to my naked hip showing him that I was ready to win this bet of ours. His pupils blew out with lust as he stepped up to me.

"Princess, you are a hell of a tease. I have wanted you so badly ever since the first time we met." He breathed, lusty and hot. He pinned me to the counter, radiating his desire. He bit his lip, looking me up and down, he looked like he wanted to kiss me or maybe consume me whole. Suddenly he pulls away, leaving me breathless. "We will have company soon. I need to walk this off, but I really do want to continue this conversation when we don't have to risk being interrupted."

Before anyone could walk in on us, Syverson rushed up to me and kissed me more passionately. My knees buckle for a second and its like I've been set on fire.

When our friends came into his house, he set up bowls, spoons, Fritos and cheese. He set up blind tastings for the guests, only he and I knew what everyone was eating.

The canned chili was a flop. The restaurant chili was a better batch but it wasn't as good. When our friends tasted my chili, they all keep saying how wonderful it was.

Then we tried Sy's. Everyone was quiet for a moment and then the group started to try to figure out what it was about the chili that we didn't like. It was too sweet as far as I was concerned and there was a weird aftertaste. It was an overwhelming agreement that Sy's chili was terrible. After we cleaned up his kitchen, Sy was pouting about having lost.

"So, when would you like for me to shave my beard?"

"Maybe later tonight. I think we have to finish that conversation we started earlier."

"Oh yeah, California?" He said, standing close to me. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me to the counter top. I lace my fingers through his beard hair and pull him closer so I can finally kiss him again. He broke away from the kiss and then started nibbling on my neck. His hand found the seem of my dress and he slid his hand up my thigh. When my skirt was pushed up to my hips exposing my sex to him, he leaned me back. I watched him look at my core and lick his lips like a man starved.

"Wait a second. Before you start, what was going on with your chili? Did you throw the bet?"

"No, not at all." He looked at me confused. "I don't know what happened, I've made this a bunch of times and its always been good. This was terrible."

"Did you do anything different?"

"Well. I was out of tomato paste, so I used ketchup. A buddy of mine suggested it."

"Oh my god, Sy. No wonder! Thank god you are pretty, my guy." I tease.

"Your guy? I like the way that sounds. Now lean back, Princess. I'm going to try to convince you to let me not shave."

[dreadfutures]

HAPPIEST of Fridays to you Blue🥰🥰 now that tumblr is finally letting me send asks again, how about some Ixchel & Terinelan (MY BOYYYYY) + a place that feels eerily familiar to you, like you knew it in a dream?

So what if there's a mystery subplot at the Arlathvhen?

Woopsies.

For @dadrunkwriting

Ixchel Lavellan & Terinelan Lavellan (First of the Clan).

Words: 800

-:-:-

Ixchel sighed. "Lethallen, the blanket is secure enough. You don't need to fuss."

"Uh-uh," Ter said. "If you catch cold, I will have the Dread Wolf himself to answer to. I am a good Dalish First, da'len. Who would I be to invite Fen'Harel's wrath?"

He finished winding the belt around her chest and threaded it through the buckle, then gave it an extra yank for good measure. That one she was fairly certain was just to jostle her, if she wasn't imagining the twinkle in his eye.

"Speaking of," she drawled, "why don't we invite him on this adventure? It sounds like something he would know have thoughts about."

Terinelan's green eyes rolled like loose marbles, his brows doing remarkable acrobatics above them. "Well, of course he would," he said. "He apparently made the Veil, and has thousands of years of lived experience on me."

Ixchel poked him in the side. "So it's an ego thing."

"No, of course not! It's about fun." Terinelan knocked her in the shoulder, wiping away any irritation she had at being coddled by him earlier. "I rarely get to venture off on my own these days. I'm sure you understand."

"Oh, so if something happens to you, Istimaethoriel is going to come after me!" Ixchel laughed. "And if something happens to both of us, then what?"

"The world has already ended twice over, it'll be fine," Ter said lightly. "Would you like my staff to walk with?"

Ixchel waved him off and turned her face to their path again. They wove through the teeming Arlathvhen crowds and made their way to the craggy foothills at the far side. They waded into the waist-high ocean of golden grass, which whispered dryly of their passage. Hidden in its depths, loud insects buzzed and scattered.

The sun beat down on their heads and soaked into their hair, but the breeze that came rolling down the hills toward them was surprisingly cold. Ixchel was glad that Ter had insisted on wrapping her in his traveling blanket.

Upon reaching the crest of the hill they followed the ridge northward. The crumbling cathedral that marked the Arlathvhen's center shrank into a sepia smudge in the distance, obscured by air turned to water by the heat.

Ixchel began to think that they should have brought a full party with them, but before she could suggest that they find back up, Ter stopped her with an outstretched hand.

"It's here," he said, brow pinched. His eyes darted around in search of something along the horizon. "Do you feel it?"

Ixchel reached up and took Ter's hand, and she took a step closer to stand side-by-side as she gazed out at the golden waves of rippling grain. What was it she was meant to feel?

The wind brought varied currents of warm and cool air toward her, mixing them deliciously against her skin. Her lungs filled with the smell of baked earth and sun-soaked foliage. Her ears still buzzed with insects, uninterrupted.

But then her eyes—her eyes felt drawn, weighted in some particular direction. At first she could not identify which, and she let them roam until—there.

The waves of grass seemed to brush against something in their midst, like waves breaking on rocks. She had thought at first that the wind simply changed direction there, or perhaps there was some uneven terrain hidden beneath the grass. But now that she focused on it, she could see the difference.

Ixchel took a cautious step forward, and that seemed to be all the encouragement Terinelan needed. He set off quickly, using his staff to feel out a path forward through the grass in case any hazards awaited them.

The closer she came to the strange site, the more obvious it was that something was hidden there. To look through that space was like looking through a lens: crystal-clear though it might have been, there was some small amount of distortion that her eye could catch, some delay or lack of definition in how the grass moved. When at last she stood directly in front of it, she realized what it was.

A barrier.

For a moment she stood there, frowning and squinting at the invisible thing, trying to recall where she had felt such magics before. Without the Anchor, she could not explore things with as much nuance as she once did, but—if it wasn't her imagination—she might have thought that the cracks in her soul were beginning to resonate…

All at once it hit her.

Time magic.

"Ter, wait!" Ixchel said in warning, but it was too late.

Terinelan had stepped across the boundary between the present and the past, and vanished.

[drabbles-mc]

Wear Something Else

Angel Reyes x Reader

Request from Anon: I have a request for my baby boi Angel 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 one day the reader asks him to go to dinner with her and some friends since some of their boys will be there too. He says no, he’ll just be at the clubhouse with the guys. So, as the reader is getting dressed, Angel stops in and gives her the whole list of things to be careful for, watch her, call if she needs anything etc. when reader walks out in her dress (tight in all the right places, cleavage, slit just a tad too high) Angel tells her to change She refuses, telling him that she invited him out and he said no so now he has to deal with the consequences. While gone, reader texts Angel a few times, but to gets no reply. She is worried by the time she walks into her place only to see him sitting on her couch very mad. She gets angry about him not replying to her but he just stands and comes to her, stopping her mid rant with a hand around her throat. He says something like “I’m going to teach you a lesson in obedience” and fucks her hard until she remembers who she belongs to

Warnings: language, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, Angel being a jealous boy

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Once I set about writing this I realized I’ve never really written a fic where one of the guys is really jealous and/or possessive. So sorry if it reads a little awkward at parts, it’s just not something I’m super versed with haha. Hope you enjoy! xo (Also I didn’t get super descriptive with the dress because everyone is comfortable with different things, so I left it kind of vague. It’s whatever y’all want it to be!)

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“You sure you don’t want to go out with us?” you asked him as you grabbed a towel so you could go and shower, “They picked a really good restaurant.”

He shook his head, “Nah, not this time. You go, have fun. Just let me know when you get there safe, alright?” he paused and you nodded, then he continued, “And drop me a text when you’re on your way home so I know you’re all okay. If anything happens—”

You cut him off, trying to bit back a smile, “If anything happens, call. Make sure I keep my pepper spray at the top of my purse, remember there’s the knife in my driver’s door if I need it,” you shook your head, “I know, baby. We do this every time I go somewhere. I got it down.”

He chuckled, walking over and wrapping you up in a hug that kept you tight against his chest, “I’m sorry, querida. Just wanna make sure you’re being safe out there.”

“Aren’t I always?” you gave him a light squeeze, “But not for nothing, you wouldn’t have to worry if you came with me.”

“I just—”

“Need your guy time,” you finished the sentence for him with a laugh, “I know. I’m just saying.”

He laughed, playfully shoving you towards the door to your bedroom, “Go shower.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh as you made your way out of the room. You really couldn’t give him too much attitude about not going with you—more often than not he was more than happy to go out with you and your friends.  It didn’t actually bother you that he didn’t want to go, but you still liked to give him a bit of a hard time about it just because.

You were sat in front of your mirror, still wrapped in your towel as you got started on your makeup. Angel poked his head into the room, and you could see the smile on his face through the reflection. You waited for a moment to see if he was going to say anything, but when he didn’t, you went back to your routine. A few minutes later you looked up again and he was gone.

The next time you saw him, you were sitting on your bed strapping your heels on. He reappeared in the doorway, eyes growing wide as he looked at you. You flashed him a smile as you fumbled with the tiny buckle on your shoes. He stepped completely into the room, towering over you as he walked over to the bed.

“Yea?” you stood up, even with heels on still not quite coming eye-to-eye with him.

“This what you’re wearing?” he looked you up and down.

You laughed, “Um…yes? Why?”

“The restaurant you’re going to happen to have a catwalk with a silver pole at the end of it or nah?”

You shook your head, not able to believe that you were really about to have this conversation with him, “Angel, don’t be ridiculous.”

“You can’t wear this shit to dinner with your friends,” his fingers trailed lightly along the fabric of your dress, tugging down lightly on the bottom hem as if that was going to make it longer somehow.

You cocked one eyebrow, “Why not? I look good.”

“Yea, and you’re not going anywhere by yourself looking this good,” he shook his head as his eyes continued to rake over your body, the pads of his fingers finding their way to the straps of your dress and fussing with them.

You gently pushed his hands off of you, “You declined the invite, baby. I offered for you to come with me. But you didn’t want to, and that’s fine. I’m not going to give up on a cute outfit just because you don’t wanna be there to play bouncer.”

He sucked his teeth, “C’mon, you got a million other things to wear, Y/N. Why can’t you just wear something else this once?”

You took a small step back, “Because I don’t want to.”

His frustration began to show on his face as he sighed, “You really doin’ this?”

You rolled your eyes, “Doin’ this?” you mocked him with a slight shake of your head, “Doing what?”

“Don’t make a thing out of this, Y/N.”

The way he said your name made you want to wear the dress everywhere without him to just frustrate him more. Every now and then his jealous streak would get a little out of control, and it looked like it was going to be one of those nights.

“I’m not the one making a thing out of anything. Maybe now you’ll learn that there’s consequences to your actions,” you carefully stepped around him so you could get out of your room.

Your heels clicked against the hardwood floors of your house as you made your way towards the door. You tried to pretend that you didn’t hear his heavy footsteps close behind you, his boots thudding loudly with every step. Without turning to look back at him you swiped up your purse and continued to make your way to the door. Just as your hand landed on the handle to the door, Angel reached out and put his hand on your shoulder.

You spun around to face him, “I’ll let you know when I get to the restaurant,” your tone was firm, but you still stood up onto your toes to place a kiss on his cheek, “I love you. Have fun with the guys.”

He mumbled out something that sounded like I love you too, but other than that he didn’t say anything as you took off out the door. You let out a sigh as you sat down in your car. Part of you wouldn’t have been surprised if Angel came bursting out the door behind you, but he didn’t. With a slight shake of your head, you turned the car on and made your way to dinner.

You had texted Angel when you got to the restaurant safely, and he replied with a very short, “Ok” and nothing more. You had sent him a couple other texts throughout the night just to keep him in the loop, the same way the two of you usually did when you were off with your own individual plans, but it was radio silence from him. Even when you texted to let him know that the small group of you were going to hit a bar for a quick drink after dinner, he didn’t say anything. Part of you wondered if he even had his phone on at all, or if he was just really dedicated to ignoring you in particular.

When you finally pulled back into your driveway, the house looked the same as when you left it. The lights in the living room and kitchen were on—you could see the glow through the thing curtains covering the window. You got out of the car and locked it, hesitantly making your way up to the door. It was locked, which led you to assume that Angel had left and come back at some point since you didn’t lock it behind you when you left.

When you walked inside, you were met with the quiet noise of the television playing in the living room. You looked over and saw Angel lounging on the couch, his expression twisted into a frown as his left his eyes glued to the TV. You had the overwhelming feeling that you were the reason behind that look. The part of you that hated arguing wanted to just apologize, but the part of you that refused to say you were wrong when you weren’t won out instead.

“You even make it to the clubhouse?” you asked, very mindful of your tone.

He nodded, still not looking at you, “Yea.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, fighting to keep your face neutral, “Well, good to know now I guess. Since I didn’t hear anything from you all fucking night.”

His eyes flicked over to you, “What?”

The intensity of his stare almost made you want to back down, but it was too late for that now, “You didn’t say shit to me all night, Angel. I didn’t even know if you left. I figured you shut off your fucking phone,” you shook your head, “Should’ve known you were just ignoring me. I do one thing you don’t like and—”

The words got caught in your throat as Angel stood up off the couch and crossed the room to you quicker than you thought was possible. He stared down at you, anger alight in his eyes, “You really tryna act surprised right now?” he stepped in closer to you as you slowly backed away from him, “Like you’re not the one in the wrong here?”

“I’m not!”

He clicked his tongue, “You don’t really believe that.”

Your voice sounded certain despite the shaky feeling in your legs, “I do. It’s not my fault that you got all bent out of shape over a damn dress,” you shook your head, “You don’t get to always just tell me what to do, you know. You’re not my fu—”

He stopped you mid-sentence as his hand landed on the side of your neck. His thumb tilted your chin up as the rest of his fingers gripped onto the back of your neck. You thought that he was about to yell, but his voice was low and harsh, “I’m not your what? Hm?” he leaned so his face was mere centimeters away from yours, “You gotta learn how to fucking listen.”

You knew you were about five seconds away from your legs giving out underneath you, but you were never one to back down from anyone, not even Angel, “Or what?”

His lips curled into a smirk as he quickly crouched down and lifted you up, slinging you over his shoulder with ease. It was a move he’d done a million times before, but there was usually laughter filling the house when he did do. His fingertips dug into your thighs, and you knew that you were in for it as he made his way to the bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed before stripping off his shirt and undoing his belt. All you could do was lie back and watch him, nervous and excited about what was about to happen. He looked over at you, and you could see the darkness swirling around in his eyes. He walked over, towering over you as you sat at the edge of the bed. His hand found its way to your throat once more and he gave it a light squeeze.

You opened your mouth to say something and he shook his head, cutting you off, “Don’t.” You stopped, deciding that for once you wouldn’t challenge him. He let go of your throat and stepped back slightly, “Stand up.”

You did as he asked, body trembling slightly underneath the weight of his gaze. He stepped in close to you, reaching around behind you and sliding the zipper down of your dress, all while not taking his eyes off of yours. He slid the straps down off of your shoulders and with one firm yank, the dress pooled in a pile on the floor. He guided you backwards so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed before bending down and picking up the pile of fabric on the floor. He held it in his hands for a moment before throwing it to the opposite side of the room, clearly glad to have it far away from the both of you.

Angel nodded towards the headboard of the bed and you quickly moved away from the edge. He dropped his jeans and in a matter of seconds was climbing on top of you. His movements were rough, harsh as his hands traveled over your entire body, the pressure pushing you farther into the mattress.

He brought his face close to yours, but when you leaned up to try and kiss him he grabbed your neck, pushing you back against the pillow. Your eyes went wide but you didn’t say anything. He shook his head, “You don’t get to have that now.”

You nodded your head slightly, unable to form any words. His free hand slid down your body, fingers hooking around the waistband of your underwear. With a strong flick of his wrist he ripped them off of you. You fought the impulse to roll your eyes—he knew you hated when he did that but you supposed that that was the point. This was, at the core of it, a punishment, so you bit your tongue.

The feelings of annoyance began to quickly disappear as his hand strayed between your legs. You went to whimper but his grip on your throat tightened. You bit down on your bottom lip, shutting your eyes tight as he slowly slid his fingers into you.

He leaned in and placed his lips right next to your ear, his voice hardly a whisper, “How’m I supposed to believe that you’re mad at me when you’re this fuckin’ wet, hm?”

You shuddered as his fingers curled inside you, unable to think a coherent thought, let alone form a sentence. His movements got faster and you felt your entire body begin to tremble. His jealousy was not your favorite quality but you’d be lying if you tried to say that it didn’t have its benefits.

He could feel you tightening around his fingers and a smirk spread across his face, “You gonna cum for me, Y/N?”

Unable to speak, you simply nodded. But, before you could get any release, he let go of your throat and pulled his fingers out of you. He saw the disappointment on your face and shook his head, “No you’re not. Not yet.”

“Angel, pl—”

“No. You lost the privilege of making those decisions,” he gripped onto your hips, “Flip over.”

Even if you wanted to hesitate, you wouldn’t have been able to. Angel’s fingers dug into your hips, turning you over.  He pulled you back towards him, his hand running along your back, your ass, and between your legs. You whined and he shushed you, causing you to freeze up for a moment.

“I don’t want to hear it, querida,” his voice wasn’t as harsh as it had been, but you could still hear the tension in it, “You did this to yourself.”

He slowly pushed into you with a moan and your body instantly began to shake. His hands continued to roam and grab you as he positioned himself inside you, your whole body feeling like it was on fire. You shut your eyes tight and pushed back against him and you heard him curse under his breath.

He started to thrust into you and you bit down hard on your lips to contain your moans. You knew that the second you made a sound he would stop. The house was silent except for the sounds of his grunting and your bodies connecting. You had a death-grip on the blanket as you tried to keep yourself grounded.

Angel felt the way that your body once again began to tighten around him and he slowed his pace down to a painfully slow rhythm. Unable to stop yourself, you whined. He stilled instantly, “What was that?”

You froze, not wanting to say anything for fear of making it worse.

“Hey,” he slapped your ass and you bit back a whimper, “I asked you somethin’. What was that?”

“Nothing,” your voice was hardly audible.

You heard him let out a laugh as he reached forward, hand wrapping around your neck as he pulled you up against him, “You lying to me?”

You shook your head, “N-no.”

His chest vibrated against your back as he laughed. His hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat slid across your stomach and landed in between your legs. Your lip was about to bleed from how hard you were biting it to fight back all the sounds you wanted to utter. He nipped at the side of your neck and you leaned your head back against him.

“You like doing this?” his finger started to rub light, slow circles against your clit, “Is making me mad fun for you?”

“Angel,” you reached back and placed a hand on the side of his face, “it’s not—”

He stopped his hand, “Don’t lie to me.”

You turned your head and placed a light, lazy kiss on his neck, “You know I love you.”

He let out a quiet hum of approval, letting himself be distracted by you as his fingers went back to work, “You’re all mine?”

“Of course,” your voice was raspy as you tried to focus on everything that was happening.

“Say it,” he gave your throat a squeeze.

“I’m yours,” you whispered.

“That’s right,” he took his hand off of your neck and pushed you back down so you were back on all fours.

Both hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he began to thrust into you, pushing you farther and farther into the mattress. You moaned and this time it didn’t cause him to stop. The way his nails dug into your skin stung, but you didn’t mind it. You heard him cursing under his breath as he continued to slam into you, taking out a whole night’s worth of frustration out of you.

“I’m gonna cum,” you said it, but you knew that he already knew that.

Something resembling a laugh slipped past his lips, but he didn’t respond other than picking up his pace even more. You felt yourself going over the edge and you were quickly reduced to a trembling mess, Angel not relenting in the slightest as he fucked you through your orgasm. You could tell by the way his grip was slipping that he wasn’t far behind you. His hand landed on your back, pushing you down into the mattress as he finished inside you with a moan.

He didn’t pull out of you right away, instead he gently ran his hands up and down your thighs and back. You wanted to say something, but your mind was still reeling. He leaned forward, placing a trail of kisses on your spine that made you break out in goosebumps.

After he had a minute to catch his breath, he slowly pulled out of you, lying down next to you and gently pulling you against him. You reached forward and pushed his hair out of his face, wiping away a few beads of sweat in the process.

“Feel better?” there was a tired smile on your face.

He chuckled, “Maybe a little.”

You trailed your fingers through his beard, “I still think it was a cute dress.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes, not having the energy to argue as he pulled your face against his chest, “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

You laughed as his heartbeat thudded against your cheek, “But you love me.”

“But I love you.”

[hephaestiions]

flood.

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: flood. this is decidedly not a microfic, i am an embarrassment to the community. it is also once again, 3.08 am, so i have no idea how much sense this makes and no patience to wait till morning to post. here goes.  

TW: parent death, hospitals, seizures (non-graphic). 

The day Mother dies, things keep happening one after another.

Draco has a vague understanding— distant and loose, sand through his fingers in Santorini— that things happen one after another everyday. But knowing something all your life doesn’t really compare to the brutal moment of understanding it, really understanding it, for the first time.

For one, Mother died. Her heart gave out after one last seizure that Draco wasn’t there to see. He’d gone down to the cafeteria for a breakfast muffin, which in retrospect didn’t taste good enough for the price he paid. But then again, the last seizure couldn’t have looked very much different from the first or the twenty seventh or the one before the last, by which point Draco had lost count and sensitivity to the vision of his mother’s body curling in on itself over and over. Repeat a word enough times and it stops making sense and all that. The Mediwitches arranged her to look peaceful— possible finally— folding her hands and shutting her eyelids, stretching the skirt of the paper thin Mungo’s gown across the width of the bed like massive butterfly wings in an exhibit, polka dots and all.  

Within three hours, the solicitor sends a letter so oily that Draco compulsively washes his hands after reading it, the curling letters of venerated father’s dutiful wife aftereffects he can’t blink enough to rid himself of. The Mediwitches bring him document after document, three separate Healers pop by to offer their effusive condolences and the patient in the room next to Mother’s comes in to tell him that he had been a very good son indeed, to be so patient in his her dying days. She says it with a trembling lower lip and too-bright eyes and Draco gets the distinct feeling there is someone out there who ignores the memories of a sweet old lady with a walker she can’t quite wrangle into submission while going about their business. There’s a part of him that sneers. There’s a part of him that says fair. A third part says, I wish and Draco has to physically grip the armrests of his uncomfortable chair to not smack himself in the temple.

He smiles at the old lady, kisses her hand and signals behind her back for a passing Mediwitch to take her away.

Pansy pops up at noon in a navy suit Draco suspects she borrowed from Blaise. “I have a conference in the evening,” she says, and Draco nods. “I’ll cancel it,” she adds, and Draco shakes his head.

“It’s all under control, I assure you,” he tells her and she snorts, loud and rude and comforting, in his face.

“I assure you,” she repeats, mimicking him. “Draco, I am not your supervisor.” A few seconds of staring ensues before she tacks on, “I just don’t want you to have to do this alone.”

“I’m not—” he blurts out, before realising he is, he very much is, he has been for a week and a half, and cuts himself off. “It’s under control,” he repeats.

“So he hasn’t been around?” she asks, looking about as though expecting someone to spring from the aggressively artificial bushes in the lobby. “The bloody arsehole.”

“It really isn’t—” his chest feels tight with the intercrossing wires of too many aches, “—his place anymore.”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself?” she asks because she’s a cow without manners.

“My mother just died. I haven’t been telling myself much, I didn’t have the time.”

Pansy doesn’t have the grace to look chastened. “How long have you been here?”

“Not for very— oh.”

“Draco?”

He blinks at her. “Four days, I believe. That’s, oh. That’s quite a while, isn’t it? I thought— I hadn’t— realised.”

“Oh, for fuck’s—!”

He looks down at himself, clothes he can’t remember changing into, hands that won’t stop shaking though he can’t feel them, feet that feel swollen and raw.

“Go home,” Pansy says. Her palm against his cheek is warm and smooth and Draco notices, for the first time in a long time, how much he wants it to be large and calloused. “Darling, Draco, go home.”

“It’ll be empty.”

He hates it when her face goes that pinched. “I’m cancelling the conference.”

For a moment, Draco wants to give in. Go home with her, let her fuss and make him soup and peel him an orange and stay up the night with him, pouring out glasses of red. But he can’t.

“It’s under control,” he says again, and hopes she won’t push. She doesn’t, because she’s Pansy.

—

The first thing he notices is that the wireless is on, something about the Glasgow Cathcart by-election turnouts crackling through the speaker. Draco spends a prolonged moment wondering if four days of sleeping around pain potions has done osmotic damage to his brain. Labour holds, Draco hears before the rest is cut of in a sputter of static. The silence in the room is oppressively heavy. Harry’s hair looks messier than ever.

“Who told you?” Draco asks.

Harry’s brow crinkles. “Told me?”

“My mother—” Harry looks concerned. Draco feels wrong-footed. “No one told you? Why are you here?”

“Narcissa—?”

“She’s— No one told you. You’re— she died this morning. Heart failure. I was at Mungo’s.”

Harry’s expression goes from concern to shock to horror to a sort of complicated blankness so pathetically fake that Draco wants to shake it off. He doesn’t, standing by the Floo instead, awkward and uncertain. Harry’s here. Harry didn’t know Mother died but he’s here. Which brings him back to—

“Why are you here?”

“Because I couldn’t stay away,” Harry says, like it’s simple. He shrugs. “I tried and I couldn’t, so I came here, but you weren’t there. And I thought I’d leave, but then it looked like you hadn’t been here in a while, so I—” he breaks off. “I, well. I cleaned up. There was dust everywhere, and the post was piling up and I looked in the kitchen and you didn’t have any food, so I— Oh, God, Draco, God, are you crying?”

Draco blinks, and yes, he is in fact crying, that is what the burning in his eyes was all this while, his face is wet with it. Once the tears start, they don’t stop, soaking the skin of his throat with rivulets of salt water. Harry couldn’t stay away. Harry checked his post. He’s here.

His knees buckle and Harry’s over in a flash, holding him up and close, whispering sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry in his ear.

“I didn’t see her,” Draco says, muffled into the fist clenched in Harry’s shirt. “When she died, I was— I wasn’t there. I didn’t see her, she died alone. Merlin, I spent four days in Mungo’s and she still— she still died alone. Harry, I—”

And there, there’s the hand threading through his hair, curving around the side of his face. He’s missed this, fuck, every lonely moment sitting in uncomfortable chairs while his mother wasted away before him, he’s missed this. He allows himself to remember her now, pale and still and small, remembers the old forgotten lady in the room next to hers, remembers the terrible breakfast muffin that left crumbs all down his front and the Healer’s drawn face when she told him. Harry pulls him closer still.

Mother’s dead. Mother’s dead. The dam breaks.

[doctorstethoscope]

The Right Chapter 21 || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Helloooooo my friends!!! You are going to love this one. I am so excited to hear what you think about it. Hold on to the fluff my loves. 

Read previous chapters of this fic here! 

warnings: food mention, alcohol consumption, discussion of pregnancy (not reader), mild sexual content

wordcount: 1.9k

“Okay, be honest. How many nights have you actually spent here since you moved in?” Emily asked, perched on the couch in your apartment, a glass of wine in her hand, a few empty bottles scattered between you, her, JJ and Garcia throughout your living room.

“That’s not fair! We spend way more nights out on cases than I do at Aaron’s place,” you laughed from across the living room in a lounge chair. 

“You know that’s not what she meant, peach.” Garcia chastises you, and JJ lets out a snort. 

“It doesn’t matter. Her non-answer is answer enough,” she points out, and you all laugh together.

“It’s a good thing,” Garcia reminds you. 

“Oh, absolutely,” Emily concurs. “We’re all glad you finally figured it out. I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to stand you making googly-eyes at him during active hostage situations.” 

“I did not!” You defended yourself with a smile, hiding your grin behind your fourth-- or was it your fifth?--- glass of wine. 

“You weren’t that bad. That’s not to say you were good at hiding it, because you weren’t,” JJ assures you. “But you held it together in the field.” 

“See, guys? And JJ’s sober.” You reminded the group.

“Are you sure you don’t want a glass?” Garcia offered her. 

“No, I’m alright,” JJ denied. “Actually, I offered to drive because…. Will and I are expecting!” She announces, and your faces all light up in unison. 

“Jayje!” Emily squeals, practically diving across the couch to wrap her friend in a hug. Penelope is right behind her, and you all take a moment to fuss over her and feel her non-existent bump before settling back into your own seats. 

“Oh, that means you and Hotch are next!” Garcia asserts drunkenly, and you tense, although you doubt any of the ladies noticed. 

“You think you’d want that? Kids, I mean?” Emily asks you, reclining back in her chair. 

“I don’t really know what Aaron wants,” you shrug the question off, averting your gaze to your wine glass. 

“That’s not what we asked,” JJ redirects you, apparently unwilling to accept a non-answer this time around. “What do you want?”

“With Aaron? More kids, definitely more.” You confess. “But Aaron’s older than I am. I don’t know if he feels like he’s done with that part of his life, you know?” 

“There’s no way. He loves Jack more than anything.” Emily concludes. “He seems like the type of guy who’d love to keep you barefoot and pregnant, even if it’s only because he’d get to pull you out of the field and keep you safe at home.” 

You let out a real laugh at Emily’s assertion. “Well, if he ever asks me about it, I’ll be sure to include that in my supporting arguments.” 

“Trust me-- they never feel done with being a dad. How do you think Will and I ended up with baby number two?” JJ reminds you with a wink. 

“Oh, you guys would just have the cutest babies. That dark Hotchner hair and your pretty eyes!” Garcia gushes, her lower lip starting to quiver. 

“Okay, and that’s my cue to get her home,” JJ chuckles, rising from her place on the couch. “Drink some water before you go to bed, okay? And maybe eat something, and take some advil?” 

“Okay, mom,” you rolled your eyes, standing up and giving your friends hugs goodbye as you said goodnight. 

“Hey, someday you’ll understand,” JJ tells you. “It will be sooner than you think, I’d bet.” She winks, and you roll your eyes at her again, smiling as you walked the three of them to the door.

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“We’re going on a date tonight,” Aaron tells you as the two of you leave the office a few nights later. “Jess agreed to take Jack.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “Am I forgetting something?” 

“Only that I love you, and as your boyfriend I reserve the right to take you out whenever I please,” He smirks, placing a hand on your back as he opens the door and helps you into the car. 

You roll your eyes, but you’re not quick enough to come up with some smart-ass comment, so you let him have the win as he drives you both home.

“Should I wear something specific?” You ask as the two of you walk into the house together.

“We’re gonna walk downtown a little, so something comfortable,” he advises. “Do you need to do anything other than change, or are you basically ready to go?” 

“I could use ten minutes to freshen up,” you tell him, and he nods with a smile. 

“Take your time, we’re not in any rush,” he says, kissing your temple and moving into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable as you step into the bathroom, adjusting your hair and makeup just a tad. When you come back into the bedroom, Aaron’s switched into jeans, so you do the same. You go to fish your wallet out of your work bag, and Aaron slaps at your wrist lightly. 

“Stop it. You don’t need that,” he tells you, and you roll your eyes with a playful smile. 

“You’re a neanderthal,” You tease him, letting him guide you out of the house and back towards the car. 

“No, I was raised right,” Aaron corrects you. 

“What if I want a drink and I get carded?” You smirked as you buckled your seatbelt. You were younger than Aaron, yes, but not by that much. 

“If you get denied because you don’t have an ID on you, I’ll stop at the gas station on our way home and buy you a six pack of bud light.” He assures you as he backs out of the parking lot.

“So romantic,” you cooed overdramatically, tossing your head back with a laugh. Aaron takes advantage of the opportunity to lean over the console and press a quick kiss to your jawline.

A few moments later, Aaron parks the car in front of a greasy spoon downtown that you’d never been to before, and you give him an inquisitive look. It’s not that you minded at all-- any time you spent with Aaron was perfect in every way. But his dates were usually a lot higher-key. 

“I’ve got to keep you on your toes,” he shrugged with a boyish grin as he took your hand in his on the sidewalk and walked you into the restaurant. He let go reluctantly as the two of you slid into opposite sides of a booth. 

“So, it’s safe to assume that there’s more to tonight’s date than burgers and milkshakes?” You ask Aaron after the two of you have placed your orders. 

“Oh, absolutely,” Aaron nods, smiling smugly. 

“And are you going to tell me what that might be?” You asked hopefully. 

“Absolutely not,” Aaron confirmed what you had already suspected.

“Not even a hint?” You asked. 

“You’ll find out in due time. Be patient, princess,” he encourages you. 

“I’m willing to beg,” you informed him. You were sure that whatever he had planned would be romantic and wonderful, but god did you want to know. 

“Darling, I’d really prefer if you saved that for our bedroom,” Aaron deadpanned, and you choked on your water. 

“Agent Hotchner!” You chastised, catching your breath. 

“Come on, now you’re just teasing me,” he winked, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. 

“Well, is it working?” You asked, wondering if you could flirt your way into some intel. 

“Not a chance,” he admonished you playfully as the waitress sat your meals down in front of you. 

After dinner, Aaron took your hand back in his and led you out of the restaurant. You started to head off towards the car, but he stopped you. 

“You did want to see what else I had planned, didn’t you?” He asks, facetiously. 

“Yes please,” you smiled shyly. 

“Take a walk with me,” Aaron says, tugging you back into him so he can wrap his arm around you.  It takes a couple of paces for him to find his metaphorical footing, but after a moment, he speaks up again. “I haven’t been clear with you about what my intentions are, and I wanted to apologize for that.”

“Aaron, you don’t have to--” you start, but he cuts you off. 

“Let me, first, please?” Aaron asks of you, looking you in the eyes, and you nod, giving him permission to continue. “I haven’t explained to you exactly how I feel, and because I didn’t do that, you’re having to worry about silly things, like whether or not you have the same amount of experience I do, or whether or not I’m going to run off with Jack’s teacher or one of his friends moms.” 

“Well, I’m less worried about Rhonda now that I’ve met her wife. But Ms. Meadows is still on my watch list.” You tell him, and he chuckles, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it as he takes you down a side street. 

“Darling, you’ve got nothing to worry about. That’s what I needed to tell you. I’m all in, sweetheart. You, me, Jack, and anyone else we might add to our family-- that’s all I want. That’s my priority.” He tells you, and your breath catches. “So, I got you a little something, just to show you how serious I am,” He says, leading you into a jewelry store. You stop in the doorway. 

“Aaron Hotchner, please tell me you’re not proposing at the jewelers.” You whisper out, not wanting to cause a scene. You would have said yes, regardless, but you were struck by a little bit of shock. 

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, dear. Come on in, and I’ll show you,” He takes your hand again, and you step into the jewelry store with trepidation. The man behind the counter seems to recognize Aaron, as he produces a bag from the back counter once they make eye contact. Aaron passes the bag to you, and you push through the pink tissue paper to uncover a box, in which you find a single diamond solitaire pendant.

“Aaron,” you start breathlessly, but he’s already taking the necklace out of your hands and maneuvering the clasp around your neck. 

“This is just a placeholder, until you’re ready for the real thing,” Aaron whispers, pressing a kiss behind your ear once the necklace is secure. “But since we’re here, would you want to try a few on? So I know what you like? You’re not allowed to take the real one off, once it’s on. So I want you to be happy with it.” 

You’re sure that you’re dreaming your way through the rest of the evening. You try on what feels like every ring in the store, including the ones you insist are too expensive, but Aaron refuses to listen. You’re practically floating on air during the walk back to the car, and you let out a sigh as you settle into the passenger seat. 

“I know I said you weren’t allowed to take the ring off, and I meant it,” Aaron tells you. “But if you’re not ready to start thinking that way, I understand. This is at your pace. You just let me know, and I’ll pump the breaks.” 

You practically launch yourself across the center console, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. “Does this thing go any faster, actually?” You ask, and he laughs as he kisses you again.

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[jaskierswolf]

No Regrets

A noble!Jaskier A/B/O arranged marriage fic for @greyduckgreygoose as part of a server exchange. - AO3

Ship: Jaskier x Aiden

Rating: E

Length: 2.8k

CW: Smut, Alpha Aiden/Omega Jask, scent kink, fingering, oral sex, penetrative sex, knotting, mating bites

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If there was one thing in life that Jaskier regretted, it was that he was a noble. Without the ties of his blood, being an omega wouldn’t be so bad. He could have chosen his own alpha, been happily mated if he wished, or stayed free and wild as he roamed the Continent to his heart’s desire. As a child he’d declared that he would be a travelling bard or a merchent, renouncing all claim to the stupid title that now bound his dear sister to the estate. He’d dreamed of his life as a barker to some witcher or other adventurer, strumming tunes on his lute and spreading his music all across the Continent.

A pipe dream.

Jaskier didn’t even regret being an omega. It was actually quite thrilling, the sex was easier with the slick he produced and the desperation his heats brought was really quite incomparable. There was nothing quite like getting fucked within an inch of his life and knotted by some strapping alpha, lost in orgasm after orgasm until he quite literally passed out.

He knew the real thief of his freedom was his blood, his nobility, his dear old parents caught in their archaic ways. Only, now he was to be married to some mysterious alpha that had saved his father’s life a few weeks ago and Jaskier was kicking up a fuss, purposely not looking his best for the wedding. His neck was littered with hickies from a rather lovely beta he’d fucked the night before, but when the alpha, his alpha, walked into the room, Jaskier regretted every decision he’d made that morning.

The bastard was handsome, unbelievably so, and he was wild. Jaskier had been expecting some stuck up noble alpha that only cared about the pups Jaskier could provide, but, oh, ho, ho, gods, this man was a work of art! Long dark hair was pulled back into a messy half updo, long waves falling down past his shoulders. He had tanned skin, covered in scars, from what Jaskier could see, a particularly nasty one striking along his left eye and cutting into his cheek, but gods, those eyes… startling gold like the sweetest honey. Most interesting were his clothes, pretty dark blue garments that Jaskier could have sworn were armoured, and a hood resting on his shoulders. He seemed to be unarmed but something in Jaskier’s gut told him that the man was still dangerous, and that thought had him pressing his thighs together as he felt another rush of slick escape him.

The alpha’s nostrils flared and those gorgeous molten eyes met his from across the room. Jaskier felt as though he had been hit by lightning as he basked in the heat of his alpha’s stare. From beside him, Jaskier heard his mother gasp, the bitter scent of her anger clouding the air, but it was far too late for mother dearest to back out now.

Jaskier was going to marry a witcher!

Maybe his plans of travelling the Continent hadn’t been so far fetched after all. Destiny had truly blessed him on this day, he would be free from the society he hated so much, travelling by this fine specimen’s side until death.

Oh, ho, ho!

He was thrilled.

The alpha didn’t seem too displeased either as he winked at Jaskier from across the room, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips. The man bowed deeply to Jaskier’s parents but there was something in his manner that made Jaskier laugh. There was nothing sincere in his greeting, and the Viscount of Lettenhove knew this, that much was clear from the sneer on his face, the nasty curl of his lips.

And oh didn’t that make Jaskier’s victory all the sweeter. He wondered what the alpha had done or said to convince his old man to give up his only son, and a precious omega to boot. Jaskier supposed a life debt was hard to argue against.

The witcher seemed like a bit of a cad, all flirty winks and mockery of nobility that made Jaskier swoon, his knees buckling a little underneath him under the heavy musk of the alpha’s scent. Slick soaked through his underclothes and he wriggled uncomfortably, his hands itching to slip beneath his breeches and tease at his cock, his hole, anything that could relieve him of the aching arousal in his gut. The alpha let out a wave of pheromones, calming Jaskier’s mind and subduing him. Even his poor mother seemed to relax beside him, but the strong scent of alpha, had his father growling low in his chest. The deluded fool, as if he could take on a witcher, although he probably knew he couldn’t and that was the only reason Jaskier was allowed to marry this god of a man.

“You came,” Lord Alfred of Lettenhove hissed through gritted teeth.

To Jaskier’s surprise, the alpha just laughed, one hand resting on his hips. “I told you I would. I don’t lie, human.”

“Not my son, Alfred, please. You can’t give my son to a witcher!” Jaskier’s mother begged, falling to her knees in front of her husband. “Anyone but a witcher, I’ll even agree to that lass from Nilfgaard, please, alpha.”

It was a pitiful display, one Jaskier hadn’t expected from his mother, but one that truly showed her desperation. Jaskier almost felt sorry for her…

Almost.

“What’s done is done, mother, now please, introduce me to my new husband!” Jaskier trilled happily, subconsciously baring his neck to the stranger that he was about to bind himself to, eyeing up the cat head on the silver chain around the witcher’s neck.

He’d heard rumours about those witchers; feral, insane… assassins.

Gods, Jaskier was weak.

He always had liked an alpha that could tear him in two, but it was rarer than it should have been. Jaskier was not a timid and fragile omega, in fact most people that met him confused him for a beta at first. He had a less sweet and floral scent than most omegas, and his chest was covered in thick dark hair that was almost unheard of even in male omegas, but he liked to feel small and dainty once in a while.

“Julian, I presume,” the witcher greeted, reaching out his hand which Jaskier gladly took, his heart fluttering as his alpha kissed his fingers with a surprising amount of grace. Heat prickled over his skin, as their eyes met, and that thick scent of alpha arousal almost had Jaskier on his knees, ready to worship this man’s cock in front of the entire household.

As it was he was barely able to suppress a moan, as the alpha brought Jaskier’s wrist to his neck, pressing it against the scent gland, making Jaskier whine softly at the gentle waves of pleasure that rolled over him. Fuck, the bastard was going to trigger his heat two weeks early at this rate. He bit his lip as he let his gaze roam over the Alpha’s body, hot and heavy.

“My friends call me Jaskier,” he shot back with a wink.

“And what about your husband?”

Jaskier smirked, “Darling, you can call me whatever you like.”

“Julian, you’re being indecent!” his mother snapped, scandalised in a manner that only nobility could manage.

Jaskier scoffed, “I am talking to my future husband, the man that daddy dearest picked out for me. Although,” Jaskier smirked as he turned to face the witcher, “he has been terribly rude and not even told me his name.”

“Darling, you can call me whatever you like,” the alpha winked and Jaskier gasped, stumbling back in mock offence, “but my name is Aiden.”

After that, the wedding went off without a hitch, all the necessary paperwork being completed, as their hands were tied together. It was sealed by a rather enthusiastic kiss as Jaskier jumped into his alpha’s arms, crashing his lips against his new husband’s in a mess of teeth and tongues, finally getting to inhale the alpha’s scent from up close.

His alpha.

His husband.

Jaskier had never anticipated that he would enjoy even thinking those words, but the look of despair on his parents’ faces made everything worth it. He giggled, taking his new husband by the hand and leading him to his bedchambers, thrilled by the protests from his parents who were trying to stop him from consummating the marriage, but there was no fucking way that Jaskier was going to turn down such a tempting cornucopia of delights.

“Eager, pretty little omega, aren’t you?” Aiden growled, a purr rumbling in his chest as he grazed his teeth over the scent gland on Jaskier’s neck, sending a rush of pleasure through him, slick leaking down his thighs.

“Not what you were expecting, witcher?” Jaskier teased, pulling at the ties on Aiden’s trousers.

“Not some stuck up little prick,” Aiden hummed, groping Jaskier’s arse as he pushed down Jaskier’s breeches, leaving him in just a shirt. One hand moved to run through Jaskier’s chest hair, fingers pinching at his nipples, eliciting a moan from his lips that was better suited to a whore house. “Not exactly the fragile flower you claim to be either, omega.”

“Not as easy to break, alpha,” Jaskier hummed as Aiden’s lips nipped along his neck, teeth pulling at his ear.

His scent, fuck, his scent was almost overpowering, strong, rich, sending all of Jaskier’s reason out of the window to be replaced with the desire to be fucked, knotted, mated. A now familiar tug of pre-heat clouded his mind, his cock aching, his hole empty and wanting. With a soft sigh, he ran his fingers through his own slick before pushing them inside, not nearly enough, but it took the edge off as he rocked against his own hand, pressing his body flush against his alpha’s.

He smirked as he mouthed over Aiden’s scent gland, his husband shivering under his touch. He brought his slick covered hand up to Aiden’s lips and the alpha sucked at the digits with a needy moan, his grip on Jaskier’s waist almost bruising. “Now are you going to talk all day, or are you going to fuck me? It’s been far too long since I’ve had the pleasure of an alpha’s knot.”

Jaskier’s words made something snap in Aiden, a fearsome snarl tearing from the alpha’s throat, and Jaskier was thrown onto the bed, barely able to catch his breath before Aiden’s hands were on him, calloused fingers running through the mess of slick on his thighs before pressing inside his leaking hole. Aiden’s fingers were thicker than Jaskier’s, caressing, searching, stroking until he hit that sweet spot inside of Jaskier, making him keen.

“Mine,” Aiden growled.

Jaskier moaned, bucking up off the mattress, pushing back on Aiden’s hand. “Yours, alpha, my alpha.”

Any other words Jaskier might have said were muffled by a bruising kiss, Aiden’s tongue licking into his mouth fervently. Oh and it was blissful, the alpha’s fingers fucking him so beautifully, until he was a panting mess on the bed, sweat and slick sticking to his skin. The fog of heat ruined him, turning him into nothing more than a whore, begging to be filled, knotted, claimed, and Jaskier barely recognised his own voice, hoarse, wrecked, as he cursed, and pleaded with his alpha. His fingers scraped down Aiden’s back as he thrust against his alpha’s hand, trying to get more, more, more, but Aiden had the patience rivaling the priestesses of Melitele.

Aiden pulled his fingers out, leaving Jaskier feeling so achingly empty, pitiful cries resounding in the bedchamber, howling as he was denied everything he needed.

“Fucking bastard!” he slurred, as his building pleasure eased, leaving him wanting.

“Patience, omega,” Aiden hummed, kissing the corner of Jaskier’s mouth before trailing his lips down Jaskier’s chest, sucking and nibbling at each of his nipples as he passed them, chuckling at the needy sounds Jaskier was making. He pressed soft kisses to Jaskier’s belly, nuzzling at the curve of his stomach almost reverently until Jaskier huffed, threading his fingers through his alpha’s hair and pushing his head down further. Finally, Jaskier was rewarded with his alpha’s lips around his cock, hot and wet and oh so good.

Jaskier didn’t know many alpha’s who would suck their omega’s cock, but this gorgeous stranger, seemed more than content to get lost in Jaskier’s pleasure, purring around Jaskier’s cock as if he were the most beautiful thing in the world. His fingers gripped at Jaskier’s thighs, keeping them spread as his tongue flicked over the head, lapping up the pre-cum that was leaking from the tip.

But omegas were meant to be filled, and as much as he was enjoying the heat of Aiden’s mouth around him, it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t cum like this, not whilst he was feeling so fucking empty, and gods, he needed to cum, he needed it so much he could barely think of anything else. He whined, writhing underneath Aiden’s ministrations desperate for something else, something more.

“Alpha, I need- I need,” he whimpered, his words cut off by another moan as Aiden’s tongue delved inside him, the alpha moaning into him as he tasted sweet omega slick.

The bastard had the audacity to laugh, nuzzling against Jaskier’s thigh as his lips pressed against the soft tender skin. “What do you need, little omega?” he asked before biting at the skin beneath his lips. There was a sharp pain, the alpha’s fangs not quite breaking skin but enough to hurt in the best possible way.

“F-fuck you!” Jaskier hissed, his cheeks heating up but gods, he would not let his alpha gain the upper hand.

Faster than lightning, Aiden was gone from between Jaskier’s leg, straddling Jaskier’s hips and pinning him to the bed. Fingers threaded through Jaskier’s hair and his head was yanked backwards. “Try again, buttercup.”

“Fuck me, knot me, Aiden, alpha.”

“Better,” Aiden growled, one hand moving to pin Jaskier’s wrists onto the mattress and in one swift movement had pushed inside Jaskier.

The stretch felt so good, pleasure and lustful fire burning through him, as he arched off the bed, keening as their scents mixed around him, soothing his omega, his need to get as close to his alpha as possible. Every thrust had Aiden’s cock buried deep inside him, filling him up until he could see a slight bulge on his stomach, the alpha hitting Jaskier’s sweet spot with every snap of his hips, until Jaskier was crying, tears streaming down his face as he begged for release. His alpha’s hand wrapped around his cock, tiny in comparison, pulling his orgasm from him with a start, sparks flying as he gasped, panting into Aiden’s shoulder, biting down gently as his alpha fucked him through the waves of pleasure, but it still wasn’t enough. He ground back against Aiden’s cock, sounding desperately needy, pathetic. In his heat hazed mind, he wondered how many times he could cum on his alpha’s cock. He wanted that, wanted to please his husband, his alpha, his Aiden. Jaskier would be the prettiest omega, filled with his alpha’s cum. No one would mistake Jaskier as belonging to anyone else. He was Aiden’s now, and there was nothing anyone in the world could do about it.

“Alpha,” he whined, “please. Your knot, I need it, please, fuck… gods, alpha!”

Aiden purred, a deep rumbling in his chest, pressing his lips against Jaskier’s scent gland and nuzzling into his neck until Jaskier melted against his chest, fingers digging into his Alpha’s back. Despite his orgasm, he felt more aroused than he had ever been before, a mantra of alpha, fuck, please, falling from his lips in a dizzying blur, until finally, he felt the press of Aiden’s knot teasing at his rim.

“Gods, yes,” Jaskier moaned. “Knot me, fuck, please, Alpha.”

“My omega.”

“Yours,” Jaskier agreed, “my alpha.”

Aiden growled, his fangs latching onto Jaskier’s neck, turning Jaskier’s world upside down as the mating bond snapped into place in a rush of pheromones and emotions, triggering Jaskier’s orgasm from out of the blue. One moment he’d been blissfully sated on his alpha’s cock, the next pleasure tore through him like lightning, cum spilling over his stomach for a second time as Aiden pumped him full, breeding him, the knot popping into place and tying them together.

“Oh- oh fuck,” Jaskier groaned, falling back against the mattress and Aiden collapsed on top of him, still rolling his hips in shallow thrusts to push the knot deeper inside. “Bloody hell, that was good.”

Aiden snorted, not bothering to lift his head from Jaskier’s chest. “Good?”

“Perfect,” Jaskier sighed, running his hands through Aiden’s hair until the witcher was purring happily, nuzzling against him, murmuring soft praise into Jaskier’s skin.

Perhaps being a noble wasn’t so bad, not when your parents married you off to a gorgeous and charming witcher.

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