#he was scared that he'd get teased and made fun of for slipping up but everyone thought it was really cool

[prettiestlovergirl]

DISCONNECTED

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; semi-public sex; teasing; almost getting caught; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it); oral fixation! reader; family friend! luke castellan.

concept: going on vacation to your family's beach house with your favorite family friend. song: disconnected by 5sos.

a/n: oh how i love family friend luke castellan. also, sex in a bikini. that is definitely a plus. for pool house context, i'm imagining one like slightly smaller than the one in the OC. this is supersuper unedited. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

when your mom informed you that the castellan's were joining you guys for your yearly spring break trip to your family's beach house, you'd been fucking ecstatic.

you played it cool in front of your mom, of course. just smiled and said it sounded fun, you couldn't wait to see them again and catch up. you had to play it cool, telling your mom you were looking forward to catching up with mind-blowing sex was not an option.

unfortunately for you both, you hadn't gotten a moment alone. there was always a sibling or parent interfering in every single private moment the two of you had.

until today, that is.

you had resigned yourself to having an orgasm-free vacation, deciding to instead spend as much time as possible in the pool, the cool water acting like a giant cold shower.

you got up early, hoping to relish in some of the silence at the pool without any smaller kids running around. you figured you were the only one awake, so you had no issues wearing one of your smaller bikinis.

you'd been in the middle of placing your sunglasses on your face when you suddenly felt two hands wrap around your waist. you yelped in surprise, hand flying over your heart when you heard a familiar laugh in your ear.

"jesus, luke! you scared the shit out of me!" you huffed, smacking his chest roughly while he continued to laugh at your surprise. god, you didn't realize how much you missed his laughter against your skin.

"'m sorry, 'm sorry." luke grinned, pressing a quick kiss behind your ear before he went on. "let me make it up to you?" he hummed suggestively, hands lightly squeezing your hips.

"knowing our luck, someone's gonna wake up right now and cockblock me." you grumbled, biting your lip as he started pressing soft kisses along your neck that made you shiver despite the april heat.

"then let's go into the pool house. no one'll think to check there first." he hummed, nipping at your skin hard enough to make your breath hitch. you finally relented, just nodding your head. you didn't trust your voice not to come out all breathy.

luke led the two of you to the small pool house, locking the door behind you before pouncing almost immediately. his lips met yours in a hungry kiss, drawing out a desperate whine from you.

it had been far too fucking long since you'd had his lips on yours like this, it had been pure fucking torture having him be so close for this past week and be unable to touch him.

your hands roamed all over his bare chest, desperate to feel every inch of his skin, feeling for any new scars or marks he'd gotten since the last time you'd seen him.

"fuck, i wanna take my time with you, but there's no time." he murmured against your lips, groaning softly against you. you tightened your grip on him, gently grinding your hips against the bulge in his swim trunks.

"s'okay, don't care, just fuck me." you moaned, relishing in the feel of his skin against yours. he grunted as your hips rolled against him, quickly pushing you back towards the white chaise lounge in the center of the room.

he helped you lay back against the pillow, not once pulling his lips off of yours. he'd waited far too long to bruise your lips with his, he didn't plan on breaking until he absolutely needed to.

you laid against the pillow, one leg bent up on the chaise lounge while the other hung off the side so you'd be spread open for him, just like he wanted.

luke moved one of his hands down, slipping it under the fabric of your bikini. he rubbed his finger over your entrance, moaning at just how fucking wet you were for him already. it was certainly good to know you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you.

finally, he broke the kiss and you whined as he pulled away, despite the fact that you were now practically gasping for air. "need you to hold this to the side, baby" he told you, panting lightly before pressing his lips to your throat.

you brought your hand down, pulling the small strap of fabric covering your aching pussy to the side and holding it there. he ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips, taking another mental picture of how fucking gorgeous you looked all spread open for him.

if he had it his way, he'd just bury his tongue in you right then and there, but there was no time. "never gonna get tired of this sight." he informed you, his free hand bringing his throbbing cock out from his swim trunks.

he lined himself up to your glistening pussy before thrusting inside of you, drawing moans out of you both on impact. your back arched against the chaise, mouth open as you felt the delicious sting of your walls stretching to fit him.

you'd think that after the amount of times you two had fucked, he'd fit without much of a struggle, but alas, here you were. "fuck, baby." luke groaned, hands moving back to grip your hips tightly.

"fuck, luke, give me your fingers, need to muffle." you moaned, eyes focused on him while he started to thrust into you. he did as you asked, releasing the grip on your hip with one hand and letting you grab hold.

he started thrusting fast and hard, your eyes squeezing shut as you moaned out before bringing three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked and swirled your tongue around the digits, making him groan as his eyes watched.

"god, you look so fucking hot like that." he grunted, his pace picking up more as you looked at him. the feeling of your cunt gripping him like a vice and your tongue coating his fingers in your saliva spurred him on.

"harder" you moaned around his fingers as he fucked you, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. your voice came out muffled and wet, drool and spit slipping down chin as he moved faster into you.

you let out more muffled moans, hips bucking up to meet his every thrust as he fucked into you. your foot stayed up on the tips of your toes, body buzzing with the attention it craved for so long.

luke's eyes were fixed solely on where you two were joined together, watching the way his cock got lost amongst your soaked walls again and again.

your arousal created a thick, creamy white ring around the base of his cock that he fucking relished in. he just couldn't take his eyes off you, the way your pussy clenched every time he moved out and fluttered when he shoved back in.

"fuck, g'na cum!" you moaned, mouth hanging open with his fingers still in your mouth. he started fucking into you even faster, wrapping your bent leg around his waist to go even deeper into you.

"hold on just a little longer, baby, fuck, just a little longer" he grunted, grip on your body tightening so he could fuck into you harder, getting close to cumming himself.

"shit, shit, fuck!" you cried out as your legs quivered around him until you finally came, drenching his cock in your pussy juices and creating a loud, wet slapping noise as he continued to fuck you rough and fast.

"oh, fuck, c'mon, fuck, cum for me, luke, please, want to see you cum" you moaned out, your hips bucking up once again to meet his thrusts and take him in deeper to help him get closer.

"oh, fuck, do that again" luke demanded, eyes closing as you bucked your hips up again to meet his thrusts until he quickly pulled out of you.

he wrapped his hand around his cock, fisting it immediately before cumming on your stomach with a groan. "fuck, babe..." he panted, the two of you slumped in silence for a moment.

he pulled his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva trailing behind them as he swiped them through his cum on your chest. wordlessly, you pulled his hand back up to your lips, cleaning the cum off his fingers while he watched with rapt attention.

he'd been about to say more when he heard the doorknob start to jiggle. "luke? is that you?" your dad's voice called, snapping you instantly out of your dizzy post-orgasm haze. you quickly grabbed your towel, wiping your chest off.

"yeah! what's up?" luke called, looking at you with wide eyes as he started to quickly put his dick back in his shorts. "have you seen y/n?" your dad questioned, making your eyes widen.

"uh.. yeah! yeah, she went down to the beach like twenty minutes ago. wanted some alone time, i think!" he lied, biting his lip gently. "oh, alright."

he waited until your dad's footsteps trailed off before letting out a sigh of relief. "shit, that could have been bad." he murmured, glancing back over at the door.

you let out a giggle as you slumped back down against the chaise lounge, biting your cheek to try and stop your smile as he glared at you.

"so, now that he's gone... round two?"

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[mythicmanuscripts]

Could you talk about pegging for Jace, aemond and aegon? I’d love to hear your hours about each of them with that!

Brilliant question anon!! So I've received quite a few requests about pegging, some with ideas and some just asking to discuss it. I'm gonna use this ask to just discuss some brief thoughts about pegging before I begin the other asks :))

Obviously, NSFW sub!characters below the cut.

AEGON:

So Aegon is one that definitely knew he would like pegging before it came up with you. He had dabbled a bit in fingering himself before but he had never mentioned this to anyone and he had never used a toy on himself either. This was something he was too scared to tell the brothel workers because he didnt think he'd be able to take being humiliated or made fun of for it.

This comes up during one of your favourite things to do with Aegon: give him a teasing handjob while asking him about his fantasies and what he'd like to do in future. Aegon gets so flustered so easily and watching him trying to form full sentences while you stroke him is so so hot. He eventually mentions that he likes to finger himself sometimes, and obviously you just have to ask more about this.

Once you try pegging, aegon is absolutely obsessed. The moment you have the strap on all thoughts go out the window.

AEMOND:

For Aemond you definitely have to mention it to him because he'd never ever bring it up himself. You suggest it because he knows how badly he wants to feel safe and... small? He LOVES when you manhandle him and position him and make him feel small.

You suggest pegging for this reason, and while he's hesitant at first once he tries he really likes it. However, it's definitely a rare thing because he needs SO aftercare after pegging. He's is so so prone to subdrop after pegging, sometimes even when you're right there holding him he can still start to slip into subdrop because he just feels SO vulnerable afterwards.

Also I think maybe he likes plugs? You get the idea when Aemond is starting to slip into subdrop. You catch it luckily and some praise and comfort helps him feel better. As he first drops though, he keeps on saying he feels empty. Next time, as part of aftercare you put a plug in him and it just makes him feel so much better. The plug only gets removed when he's 100% recovered.

JACE:

Pegging is something Jace didnt even know existed. He knew he liked fingering, and he let you know that pretty early. (Jace might seem all noble and innocent but the moment he's turned on he turns into a whiney little slutty thing who can't stop babbling and easily reveals his fantasies, truly no thoughts only horny)

You also don't suggest pegging, not at first anyway because you know how shy he is already just about fingering.

But.... Aegon tells him, the little fucker.

It's at the dinner with the whole family. You're sitting next to Jace of course and Aegon is taking great pleasure in teasing him. He gets to pegging somehow, asking him if he fucks you or if you fuck him. It's meant as a joke, and of course Jace blushes and tells him to stop being so crude. But then that night, you check in on him before bed to make sure what aemond said didnt get under his skin and to your shock he actually gets all blushy and squirmy and tells you he might want to try it.

[capr1pengu1n]

be advised, no restitution comes tonight

Summary: Reluctantly agreeing to attend a Halloween party, once Jonathan sees you in your outfit, he can't seem to keep his hands to himself

Warnings: 18+ smut, fem reader (no use of y/n), dom!Jonathan, roleplay, costumes, corruption kink, choking, spanking, fear play(ish), creampie

Words: 2.6k

Notes: Happy halloween! <3 Hope you all have a spooky day! <3

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With a sigh, Jonathan adjusts the cloak that wraps around his dark ensemble, looking in the mirror with a critical eye. Halloween has always been his favourite holiday, and why wouldn't it be? The night where everyone in Gotham is after a thrill, a scare. And he'd be there to give it to them, pumping his fear gas into whatever nightclub room or cinema screening he fancied, watching on in glee as people screamed and sobbed at the intensity of their nightmarish visions. He'd laugh to himself, analysing their facial expressions, estimating their heart rate, placing small bets as to which person would crack first.

Ideally that's what he'd be doing now, but as he adjusted the ridiculous costume you'd made him wear, he had to place those thoughts away. Being invited to a party was not his idea of a good time, but he knew the optics, he knew he had to show his face, if only for an hour or two before he could slip away and start his own night of fun. And if some liquidized fear toxin just happened to make it's way into whatever stupidly expensive liquor Nygma would be sure to be drinking, then he supposes he'll just have to enjoy the show.

"Y'done yet?" He calls out to you, eyeing the bedroom door with slight annoyance. The sooner you both leave, the sooner he can get this whole socialisation over with. Muttering to himself, he checks his watch before the telltale creak of the door opening makes his eyes dart up.

You'd told him your idea of a couples costume, and he'd scoffed at first. It was only when you promised to watch some obscure french horror film with him that he finally relented and allowed you to order the costume in his measurements. But now he realises it was worth it, if only to see you looking so...delectable.

You grin as you walk up to him, long white dress trailing with each step. He watches your eyes go to the mask, and the slight blush that forms on your cheek as you take him in.

While he'd read the novel, he had never seen the film or stage adaptation of the Phantom of the Opera, only familiar with the mask that now adorns his sharp features. So he hadn't known what to expect when you said you were dressing as Christine. Immediately his hands go to trace the lace sleeves of the dress, bony digits caressing the pattern downwards.

"Jon...you look amazing." you say with a smile, the white mask coupled with the dark suit and cloak really making him appear more villainous. His stature means he looms over you as you speak, and the faintest trace of a smirk becomes etched on his face as he realises the effect he's having.

Not that his trousers hadn't gotten more tight the second he'd seen you, the picture of innocence in virginal white, your hair up and adorned with little gems. To tease you, he grabs your wrist and holds it up, pulling you closer and not letting you pull away.

"Don't you look like a little angel." he taunts, eyes dragging up and down you once again, settling on your cleavage shamelessly. Your breathing increases, slightly intentional on your part to make your chest rise and fall in an obvious way.

"Do I?" you ask, slightly coquettishly as you smile up at him. In return, the grip on your wrist tightens a little.

"You do darlin'...so innocent and corruptible."

At his words, you flush slightly as he bends down to run his nose gently along the side of your neck. The gesture makes your lips part, tilting your head and baring yourself to him as a sign of implicit submission. And he likes that.

"The Phantom wants the girl, doesn't he?" he asks, his voice slightly rougher as you nod in confirmation. "Can see why, but does she want him?"

"In the film she does...she's drawn to his mystery I think."

He hums in response, leaning down but stopping just before his lips graze your skin, content to watch the slight shiver the action elicits from you. "And what about you?"

"If it's you, then I'd follow you anywhere. Even in the depths of your lair beneath an opera house." you say breathlessly with a soft laugh, attempting to make light of the situation to save yourself the embarrassment of admitting just how turned on you've became by Jonathan doing barely anything.

He finally lets go of your wrist, but not before pushing you so your back hits the hallway wall. This time when he leans down, he does leave a soft kiss right on your pulse point, and the soft whimper that escapes your throat makes him grin.

"Jonathan...we have to go, we don't want to be late." You say, attempting to have some control over yourself. But he doesn't let you move, still crowding you against the wall.

"I have to get in character, don't I?" he teases, and you could curse his southern drawl for sounding too attractive in this moment as his breath tickles your ear. "I'm a very...passionate man after all, am I not? One that is hopelessly in love with the beautiful young opera singer."

His tone is almost mocking, but it doesn't stop you from biting your lip as his chest nearly presses against yours. Teeth gently graze your earlobe before he continues. "And my beautiful prey has stumbled into my lair so willingly, in such a temptin' outfit."

He punctuates his words by running his hands up your sides, thinking the fabric is too soft, too delicate for a man like him to be touching. But that is precisely what's turning him on, as he holds you in place. "Perhaps I should demonstrate to her the depths of my desires...show her what she's missin' out on in her pristine life."

His words act like a sharp knife, cutting through your worry of being punctual as he can observe your shoulders relaxing. To seal the deal, he brings his mouth to the side of your neck and bites down, leaving a mark. "So I can taint her."

With a shaky sigh, you nod, giving him the permission he was waiting for. His hands reach up to cup your tits, feeling the top of them roughly beneath his callous fingers. You arch your back a little, enjoying the touch despite the slight discomfort.

"Tell me my dear...are you scared of me?" he mutters, his voice taking on a dark edge as he gets into character, well, his version at least.

"Y-Yes." you say softly, playing up the innocent victim angle, just like you know he likes.

"You should be...these hands have ended the lives of many men who cross me, of men who think they can have you."

Despite the make believe aspect, your breath still catches and your hips still buck at his words, heat blossoming between your legs. Of course he catches this, moving his hands down to feel your hips, head dipping to kiss down your neck to your collarbones.

"And yet you come to me so willingly, such eager prey."

At his words, he traces his teeth down, not quite breaking the skin but giving you the threat that he could. You let out a deliciously desperate noise, almost tempted to beg but deciding against it. Jonathan always liked the thrill of the chase, of wearing you down and frightening you into submission. And you loved to give him that.

"What are you going to do to me?" you ask, proud of yourself for how convincing you made your apprehension sound.

"Oh angel..." he croons, pulling away to look at you, grasping your jaw for good measure. "Whatever I please."

At his words, he grips your wrist once more before pulling you into the bedroom. You stumble to match his pace as he takes a moment to look at you once more. It's almost clinical, the way he stares at you.

"I wonder what you'll look like beneath me." he says aloud, starting to circle you, relishing in the embarrassment that seems to radiate from you. You fight to keep still, fiddling with your sleeve before he settles behind you.

His hands go to the back of your dress, where you’d nearly cracked your back attempting to tie a cute little bow. Feeling the dress loosen, you know he’s undone it, before he reaches around to grip at your throat, pulling your back roughly against his chest. He doesn't move or relax his grip, simply humming and pressing his mouth to your jawline.

"You're tremblin' like a leaf." he says in a self-satisfied manner. "Maybe I should show y'the things I can make you feel."

Pressing his fingers in a little, the sensation of him choking you has a soft mewl escape your lips, eyelids fluttering shut. Your life is in his hands, both in the roleplay and in reality, and it causes your thighs to press together firmly.

"The pleasure that comes from fear, the endorphins your body releases when you’re unsure if you should run or submit.”

He hisses the last word into your ear, before bending you over the bed. You yelp softly, bracing your fall on your elbows as he quickly pushes the long white skirt up. As more of your skin is revealed, he lets out a guttural noise as he sees the matching white stockings and garter belts you’d put on underneath.

“Such a fuckin’ sight.” He says, snapping the elastic of the stocking against your skin to make you jump.

His constantly cold hands trace up to your panties, feeling the wet material beneath his fingertip. Smirking, he circles it methodically, your clit receiving a dull stimulation.

“Please…” you beg him softly, trying to grind down on his digit.

He wants nothing more than to drag this out, to make you beg and scream for him before he finally takes you. But he knows time is fleeting, and you both need to make an appearance soon. So he quickly pulls down your underwear, so they stay around your knees, before pushing a finger inside your sloppy sounding cunt.

“So wet…I knew you were secretly a dirty angel. Practically soaking through your nice underwear. All f’me.”

At his words he pushes a second one inside, stretching you out as he fucks you with a suprisingly gentle rhythm. Your thighs shake a little, and images of you screaming and writhing with his fear toxin in your system flash across his mind.

Pushing back against him, the rhythm of your hips moving forces him out of his daydream, and he deems you stretched enough to pull his fingers out, wiping them on your ass.

He fiddles with the zipper of his costume, before he gets an idea. Grabbing you, he forces you around the bed, so you’re still bent over, but are now facing the mirror you'd used earlier to admire yourself in your dress.

You gasp softly in embarrassment as you realise what he wants, but your eyes can’t tear themselves away from his face, how gorgeous the mask looks settled on his striking features. So captivated, you miss that he’s taken his cock out until he taps it against your asscheek, before pushing it against your soaked folds.

“Do you want me? Beg. Beg me to debase you, to corrupt you.”

“Please…” you say, needing him desperately as he grinds his cock along your cunt, never quite breaching. Holding his gaze in the mirror, you reiterate. “Please corrupt me.”

He grins, before pushing in, and your mouth parts into a slight 'o' shape as you’re filled. The ever so slight burning stretch only adds to the sensation, your hands gripping the sheets as he settles inside you as deep as he physically can get himself.

“Good…” he gets out through gritted teeth.

At your airy moan, he starts his even pace. The slick sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, and you have to look down to avoid the image of your own desperation in the mirror. A hand grabs at your hair and pulls, disrupting your carefully placed hairstyle.

“Look at yourself, watch as the monster everyone fears takes what he wants.”

You moan louder, watching your own expression in the reflection as you’re fucked. Luckily he doesn’t seem to mind when your gaze travels upwards, watching his facial expressions. His jaw set in a tight line, he looks at you with an almost sadistic expression. Like he unashamedly wants to break you.

His hand grabs at your hip, feeling the material beneath his grasp as he bunches it. With each thrust, the dress ripples and moves, and he looks up to see your breasts bouncing with each snap of his hips.

“How depraved you’re become, moanin' like a paid harlot on the Paris streets.” He groans, and you’d admire his dedication to the roleplay if your brains weren’t leaking out of your ears. “Such wanton desperation from a girl as delectable as you.”

You whine at his praise, unable to hold yourself up anymore so you let yourself fall into the pillows. The image causes Jonathan to speed up his thrusts, gripping one of your hands and moving it in a demand for you to self pleasure. Not needing to be told twice, you start to circle your clit, moaning out at the sensation.

“Good girl…need you to cum around me, show me how lustful and immodest I’ve made you.”

You nod, feeling the pleasure build and build. A sharp slap to the ass makes you jump, writhing in place. Sure that you’re makeup is most likely a mess now, you drag your cheek across the sheets to get a better look at the mirror, more specifically at your lover.

The fact he hadn’t taken the costume off makes it even better, his cloak moving with every thrust. You’re a little surprised his mask has stayed on, but you thank whatever sex deity allowed it to remain in place for the image it gives you. This’ll be masturbation fodder for a good while, you’re sure of it.

“Gonna cum…” you manage to get out after a while longer, his cock thrusting into your g spot with cruel precision now. He growls behind you, slapping your ass again just to be cruel.

However the stinging pain tips you over the edge as you cum with a soft cry, clenching around him. You keep rubbing your clit, prolonging the pleasure for as long as possible. Hands falling back to the sheets, you feel Jonathan slightly reposition you, before he starts thrusting harder.

Clearly chasing his own release, he grips both of your hips and rams into you, and his breathing patterns lets you know it won’t be long. So you keep letting out pathetic sounding gasps and whines, arching your back for him. He groans, feeling his balls tighten.

“I’m gonna fill you up, make you keep my cum all throughout the stupid party.” He manages to get out, before he’s spilling inside of you. After a few more shallow thrusts, he stills, basking in the feeling of your walls wrapped around him.

Eventually he pulls out, quickly yanking your panties up snugly so his cum can’t leak out all the way. You whimper at the sensation, cold and uncomfortable, but at the same time so...right.

“There…nice and snug.” He condescends, patting your ass before pulling your dress back down. Helping you up, he turns you around and holds your cheek, looking down at you. “Was I convincing?”

You nod dumbly, still frazzled even as Jonathan looks at his watch. “Good, if we leave now we can still make it in time to see Nygma relive his childhood years after toasting his glass.”

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[hoonieswhore]

Do Revenge.

Synopsis: Last year you scared your boyfriend for Halloween and that night, he swore that he'd get his revenge on the next Halloween night. Now, dressed as Ghost Face, he decided to scare you and fulfill one of your dirtiest fantasies.

+18. Contains smut. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR YOU'RE GETTING BLOCKED.

Word count: 4,5k

Warnings: Smut. Roleplay. Knife play. Oral sex. Fingering. Dirty talk. Daddy kink. Unprotected sex (don't do it irl). Breeding kink. Cum play. Edging. Overstimulation. Finger sucking. Choking. Dacryphilia. Spit. Scratching. Manhandling. Strength kink. Degradation. Slight pet play. Cum eating. Praise kink.

Happy Halloween everyone, hope you like this GhostFace!Hoon fic that's been in my drafts since September🫶

“Wait!” your boyfriend exclaimed. “Check this out,” his hand slipped in the bag, pulling out a mask. “Cool costume, huh?” He smirked, fangs on full display as his eyebrows went up and down.

“Ghostface?” You frowned, a faint smile appearing on your face, “I thought you hated scary movies.”

“Well, I do…” He blushed, shrugging as he shoved the mask into the bag again. “But you love the Scream movies.” The boy leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “And I know about your dirty little fantasy.” His hand found a comfortable place on your waist as he pulled you closer to his figure. “So I thought we could play a little before I wear it at Jake's Halloween party~”

Your boyfriend was open to a lot when it came to sex. You both tried a lot of things and found out that you both were into roleplay, so he thought that it would be fun to cosplay as the villain of one of your favourite sagas.

“Wanna play psycho killer?” you teased him, earning an eager nod from the taller boy. “Can I be the helpless victim?”

“Fuck yeah, I'd love that so much, kitten.” He leaned down, crashing his lips against yours as you giggled against his mouth before kissing him back. After a few minutes, you pulled away, the boy's lips following yours as he tried to kiss you again.

“Stop~ we need to go baby, we promised Jay that we'd help him to move out.” You said, earning a sigh from your boyfriend as he pulled away from your embrace. He begrudgingly left the bag with the costume on the couch before he made his way back to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Let's go baby girl… At this point, he should pay us for helping him.” He said, walking towards the door as you followed his steps, laughing at your boyfriend sulking before you headed to Jay's apartment.

Five days have passed since Sunghoon got his costume for Halloween. The real reason behind getting that costume was actually revenge. Last year, on Halloween night, you decided to scare him, dressing up as a ghost. It was an innocent scare but he was such a scaredy cat that he actually got mad at you for a few hours until you showered him in hugs and kisses. In your defense, you didn't expect him to get so scared at your little prank. Now, it was time for payback and he had the perfect idea.

It was late at night, your boyfriend was at your friend's house playing video games or at least, that's what you thought. You were in the kitchen, making some popcorn as you got ready to watch a movie. Standing on your tiptoes, you grabbed a glass from the cupboard, setting it on the counter. You walked towards the fridge, grabbing the bottle of soda before you went back to your previous spot, opening the cap and pouring the dark bubbly liquid into the glass. You closed the lid again, ready to take it back to its place until your phone caught your attention. The screen went completely white, the letters spelling your boyfriend's name as it slightly moved on the counter due to its vibration.

You smiled, your hands left the bottle, instantly reaching your phone as you picked it up. “Hey, how's it going?” you talked, waiting for his answer but it never came, you could only hear someone's breathing for a few seconds. “Sunghoon, come on.” You rolled your eyes, the person at the other side of the phone kept breathing. “Answer me or I'll hang up.”

“Do not hang up the phone or you'll pay for it.” A deep and strange voice talked back, making you frown. “Now tell me, pretty girl, what's your favourite scary movie?” You pulled the phone away from your ear, checking the name on the screen again to make sure that it was your boyfriend. Completely dumbfounded, you took the phone back to your ear before you spoke.

“Who is this?” you asked, clearly confused about the situation but you were getting slightly scared as you felt someone watching you, the same feeling that you've been having since Sunghoon left the house.

“Just someone,” the voice replied, “tell me, do you have a boyfriend? You look too pretty to be single.” That phrase sent shivers down your spine. “Especially in that oversized black shirt, I like the butterfly on it.” You gulped, looking down at your shirt as you started to wonder how they knew.

“Listen, creep, leave my boyfriend's phone right now and stop fucking talking to me.” You said angrily before hanging up. You quickly pocketed your phone and took the bottle back to the fridge. You grabbed the popcorn and the glass, making your way towards the living room and setting everything on the coffee table as you sat on the couch. You reached the remote, turned on the TV and looked for a good movie as you tried to forget about the call, thinking that it was just probably one of the boys messing with you.

You took your phone out of your pocket, looking for the movie list that you saved before you got another call from your boyfriend.

“Listen, if you're not Sunghoon, don't fucking bother me.” You angrily said as soon as you picked up.

“Baby? Just wanted to check up on you,” he said, little did you know that he was trying to hold his laugh as he felt proud that his prank was working. Your boyfriend was a good actor. He knew that you wouldn't buy it if he didn't actually speak to you. “Everything okay, my love?”

“Y-yeah, just… did the boys take your phone by any chance?” You asked, starting to get actually worried about the call. If he had his phone, then why did you see his name on the screen when the creep called?

“Nope, it's been inside my pocket since I came here,” his words felt like a bucket of cold water falling on your back, sending shivers to your spine as you gulped. “Why are you asking, baby?”

“I-i-” you nervously stuttered, “nothing, must've been a glitch and a prankster…” Sunghoon smirked, noticing the fear in your voice as you tried to convince yourself. In fact, he never left the apartment, he was in the house, hiding in your shared bathroom. He knew you wouldn't check there since he told you that the door handle was broken and the locksmith was unavailable until Monday, which was obviously a lie.

“Are you sure, angel?” he inquired, checking himself on the mirror as he fixed the black robe of his costume, getting ready for the show.

“Yeah, hope you have fun with the boys! Bye my love.” You said, hearing a goodbye from him before you hung up. You took a deep breath, trying to forget the creep's voice talking about your current outfit. You tried to focus on picking a movie until you heard a noise coming from your bedroom. At first, you thought that it was your cat but she was peacefully sleeping on her bed, right under the TV.

Sunghoon licked his lips excitedly, ready for his little prank as he put the mask on. “It's showtime,” he said, turning on the voice modulator before he called you again.

“Do you miss me that much?” you teased him, ready to hear a yes when you heard something that you really didn't want to hear anymore.

“Aw, I thought you were the one who missed me,” the strange voice again. “I could probably visit you now since you're alone…” He opened the door, kicking it on purpose so you could hear the loud noise. The loud thud makes you get up from the couch.

“What the fuck do you want?” You asked, looking towards your bedroom before you looked at the kitchen.

“I just wanted to visit you~ I'm pretty sure you heard me.” He walked down the hall, crouching as he sneaked into the kitchen, watching your moves carefully as you made your way there. If there was someone in your house, you were going to show them that you weren't a damsel in distress. He was on the opposite side, hiding behind the island. He shut up, letting you hear his breathing as you opened a drawer, pulling out a knife.

“Where the fuck are you? Come out if you're that brave, fucking asshole.” You threatened as Sunghoon sneaked around the kitchen island, he took a glimpse of you, smiling at himself when he saw that you were looking at the other side. You took a step forward and he took his opportunity, getting up and standing behind you. “Where the fuck-” you couldn't finish the sentence as you felt a strong arm around your waist and a hand on your wrist, squeezing it and making you drop the knife on the counter. “Let me go!” You hit the masked man with your free hand, accidentally breaking his voice modulator as you squirmed, trying to escape from him.

“Hey- hey!” you recognized that voice, that voice that made you writhe and melt. You instantly stopped moving, recognizing his natural smell with a hint of his expensive perfume. You looked at your side, his veiny hand and slender elegant fingers along with his pretty nails, it was all familiar. “It's just me, okay?” He made you turn around, keeping his arm around your waist as his other hand pulled the mask up, letting you see his face.

“Sunghoon?” You asked, blinking a few times before you frowned, hitting his chest and shoulder. “You're an idiot, what if there was an actual creep or killer here?” You spat angrily, making him smirk.

“Did my baby girl get scared over a villain that she doesn't find scary?” He teased, making you pout.

“You know it's not the same in real life,” you said, hitting his chest once again before you sighed.

“I'm sorry my love, I just wanted some revenge for your little joke from last year.” He explained, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

“You're such an idiot,” you hit his biceps, making him laugh as he guided you backwards, caging you between his tall frame and the counter.

“I'm sorry angel, let me make it up to you,” he leaned forward, pressing a peck to your lips. “Let me fulfill your dirty fantasy~” he cooed, lips brushing against yours before he crashed them against yours in a passionate and steamy kiss.

You kissed him back, settling your hands on his strong chest as he pressed you against the counter, his member growing in his pants as he started grinding against you. His tongue poking at your bottom lip, quietly asking you for permission. You parted your lips, letting him slide his tongue in your mouth as your tongue found his, dancing together in a perfect rhythm.

After a good makeout session, you felt your pussy dripping with arousal as his cock was now completely hard. He bit down on your lip, tugging on it gently before he pulled away, panting as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Here's what we'll do, you're gonna go to our bedroom and wait for me,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against yours with every word.

“What if I don't want to?” You asked, smirking at him as you watched his Adam's apple going up and down. Sunghoon's hand leaving your waist as he reached the knife behind you, placing the sharp and cold blade against your neck. “Please don't kill me, Mr GhostFace~" You pout at him, “if I let you fuck my tight pussy, will you let me live, please?”

His other hand went up, tugging on the mask to pull it down again, covering his face. “I'll let you live tonight… I must warn you, I like to be rough with pretty girls like you.” He says, tilting his head. “But don't worry princess, daddy will take good care of you~” he bit his lip under the mask, the hand that gripped your waist went up to your face, three of his long digits tapping your bottom lip, you knew what he wanted. You parted your lips for him, gaze fixed on his mask as he shoved his fingers in your mouth. You quickly started sucking on them, moving your tongue around his fingers and making sure that they were covered in your spit.

Sunghoon pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, making you choke on them as your eyes got teary. A beautiful sight if you asked him. You kept sucking on them, leaving them all nice and wet before he pulled them out of your mouth. The sharp blade left your neck as he dragged the point of the knife down your body until he reached your crotch. The boy pulled your shirt up, admiring the cute panties that you wore as he chuckled.

“Nothing but this?” he snickered, his free hand going down as well before he slid his pinky under the fabric, pulling it away from your cunt. “We don't need it~” he said, sliding the knife between the fabric and your skin. The dull part making contact with your soft skin made you whimper from its coldness before he cut the panties, repeating the same action at the other side of your underwear letting it fall on the kitchen floor.

His fingers traveled to your pussy, playing with your wet folds teasingly and making you moan. His index and middle finger circling your clit slowly as the blade went back to your throat. After a few minutes, he pushed one of his digits inside you, starting to thrust into you at a slow pace.

“F-fuck, feels so good daddy!” you moaned as Sunghoon slowed down, adding a second finger, making you clench around his digits. It doesn't matter how many times he fucked you with his fingers and his thick cock, he always prepped you, except when you acted like a brat.

“I wonder how you'll take my cock if you're already clenching like this, slut,” he teased you, shoving a third finger inside you as his pace got faster and rougher. His fingers hit your sweet spot as his thumb rubbed your clit. You moaned louder as you threw your head back, already feeling your orgasm approaching. Sunghoon knew your body, the way your legs trembled while your eyes rolled back, along with the way that your moans suddenly turned into whimpers, he knew that you were close.

He grinned under his mask, pulling his fingers out of you and earning a loud whine from you before you complained. “No, no, please, let me cum,” you begged but he only pressed the sharp blade against your throat again, making you shut up.

“You're not cumming yet,” he said, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he pushed you down to kneel on the floor, keeping the blade on your neck. “Make me cum, whore.” He ordered, opening his robe and letting you see his boxers. You licked your lips as you saw the outline of his big dick hard as a rock, a stain of precum on the fabric of his boxers, making your mouth water.

Your boyfriend tugged on your hair, pushing your face against his crotch until your face was touching the fabric, your cheek hitting the cold and sticky wet patch on his underwear as his cock twitched. He let out a groan as he felt your lips kissing his clothed shaft. You gulped, pulling away from him, shaky small hands tugging on the hem of his underwear as you pulled it down, freeing his dick.

His eyes fixed on you as he watched you through the mask. You spat on his cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft to spread it before pumping his dick just the way he liked it. You kissed his tip, licking it teasingly and moaning at the taste of his precum before you started sucking on his tip. Your boyfriend let out a groan as he pressed the blade on your neck.

“Stop fucking teasing,” he deadpanned, you felt your pussy getting wetter at his harsh tone. You obliged, taking him deeper into your mouth, trying your best not to choke as you bobbed your head up and down. The boy threw his head back, enjoying the warmth of your mouth and how it felt around his cock as you sucked him off.

Your head going up and down faster as the boy moaned your name over and over again, thrusting into your mouth sometimes and making you choke on his cock. Tears running down your face as he starts fucking your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. His hand pulling your hair as he gets closer to his orgasm.

After a few more thrusts he groaned, pushing your head closer to his body as he came down your throat. You tried to swallow as much as you could as you kept sucking him off through his orgasm.

“Fuck, good girl~” he groaned, his voice deeper than before as he saw his cum dripping down your chin. “Pretty girls are always the messiest~” he shook his head as you pulled away from his cock, looking up at him innocently. His hand released your hair, brushing against your jawline until it reached your chin. He gathered the cum on his fingers, smearing it all over your cheeks and mouth. “So fucking pretty~” He whispered as you got up again.

“Mr Ghost Face~” you pouted, tugging on his robe as you gave him your best puppy eyes. “Can you please fuck me?” You asked him, earning a chuckle from him as he pushed you against the counter, putting the knife against your throat again, leaning closer until your face was an inch away from his.

“Is that why you sucked me off? Just because you want me to fuck you?” He snickered, shaking his head. “You're nothing but a cockslut, aren't you?”

“Yes,” you answered to his question, eagerly nodding. “I'm your cockslut, only yours, daddy.”

Sunghoon bit down on his lip, leaving the knife on the marble counter. He placed his hands on your hips, turning you around quickly and bending you over the counter, making you whine. His cock already hard as he took one of his hands down, grabbing the base of his cock as he pushed his tip inside your hole. You moaned at the stretch, trying to roll your hips back but he tightened his grasp on your hips, keeping you in place.

“Stay still or I won't let you cum.” He threatened, earning a nod from you. He smirked at your reaction, pushing the rest of his length inside you before he started thrusting in a slow pace to let you get used to his size. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight, kitten.”

You let out a moan, enjoying the way his big cock stretched you out so well. After a few thrusts, the pain was replaced by pleasure. “Faster please,” you begged him. Sunghoon obliged, picking up his pace as he grabbed your shirt, tugging on it. The kitchen was now filled with the lewd sounds that fell from your mouth and his, along with the clapping sound of his hips against your ass.

You clenched your walls around his dick, hearing him groan under the mask as he kept his pace, his dick twitching inside you.

“Fuck, I'm not gonna last too long if you keep clenching like that, bitch,” he groaned, thrusting deeper and harder into you. One of his hands moving down to your core, his thumb rubbing your clit in circular motions, making you whine as you felt your orgasm getting closer.

“Fuck, wanna cum!” You exclaimed, feeling your body trembling. “P-please let me cum! I've been so good, please!” You begged him. The boy hovered over your body before he whispered in your ear, “cum for me, slut.” As soon as he pronounced those words, you came around his cock, clenching around him as he kept pounding. Tears rolling down your face from the overstimulation.

“I'm almost there baby, just a bit more,” he kept pounding, his thrusts getting sloppier as he was reaching his high. “Fuck-” he cursed, painting your walls white as he came, emptying his balls inside you and filling you up to the brim as he slowly thrusted. Sunghoon pants, pulling out of you as he moved the mask up, kneeling on the floor before he bit down on his lip. “Holy fuck, look at that pretty pussy~” He smirked, watching his cum oozing out of your cunt.

He placed his hands on the back of your thighs, burying his face into your cunt, lapping at your folds and swallowing the mix of your arousal and his cum. You shivered from the overstimulation as your boyfriend ate you out like a starved man. He shoved his tongue into your hole, cleaning the last drop of cum and swallowing it as he moaned against your core. He got up, licking his lips as he watched your trembling legs, pulling the mask down again to cover his face.

“Already shivering, baby?” He laughed, placing his hands on your waist as he made you turn around, amazed by the image in front of him. Your face was covered in tears and cum but in his eyes you looked beautiful. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands went down, stopping at the back of your thighs so he could pick you up.

“That felt so good, Hoonie,” You whispered, staring at the mask in front of you. He smirked under the mask before talking. “Well, you see, kitten…” he made his way towards the bedroom, “I'm not done with you yet.” Once you were inside your shared bedroom, he put you down on your back on the soft mattress, hovering over you.

Your boyfriend ground against your core, his soft dick rubbing between your folds, making you wetter with every move as he started to get hard again. His tip nudged against your clit, making you moan as he tugged on your wrists, pinning them above your head with just one hand.

“You're gonna be a good girl and keep your hands there, am I clear?” He orders, earning a nod from you. “Use your words.” He said in a harsh tone as he sat on his knees, taking off the costume robe. He placed his hand on your hips, aligning his tip with your entrance with his other hand. “Use your fucking words.” He ordered.

“Y-yes daddy! I'll keep them there.” You mumbled with a nod. He smirked, pushing his cock inside you until he was bottoming out. “Good girl,” he whispered before thrusting into you. His thrusts were sharp and hard as he started at a slow pace just to tease you. He looked at you, your pretty face was a mess, lips parted as you moaned his name. Your boyfriend picked up his pace, groaning as your moans got louder.

After a few minutes, he moved his hands to your legs, pulling them up as your ankles rested on his shoulders. His thrusts got deeper as you rolled your eyes back at the new angle, feeling his tip kissing your cervix. His hand traveled down to your clit as he started rubbing it, making you cry as you suddenly creamed his cock without warning. Your walls clenching around his shaft as you came hard. He hovered over you as he kept pounding into you, making you whine from the overstimulation.

“Such a beautiful whore~” he said with a groan. “Listen, since you've been so good, you're allowed to touch me~” In your fucked out state, you wrapped your arms around his waist, hands resting on his strong back before you dug your nails into his skin. He moaned at the sting, rolling his hips against yours.

Sunghoon slowed down a bit, his thrusts were deep and sharp, as he watched you trying to roll your hips to fuck yourself on his cock. He gave a hard thrust to make you stop before he picked up his pace again.

“Are you close, baby?” He asked, earning a whine from you that he took as a yes, knowing that you couldn't even speak from how good he made you feel, but he also knew you were close from how you clenched at his words. “Cum with daddy then~” his thrusts getting sloppier as he approached his own high. However, he kept his pace and after a few deep thrusts, he was cumming inside you again. The warm feeling of his cum painting your walls white triggered your own orgasm as you creamed his cock. A white ring of cum appeared on the base of his cock as he kept pounding through your orgasms, your nails leaving more scratches on his back as your walls milked him dry.

Tears of pleasure rolled down your face as you tried to catch your breath. Your boyfriend took his hand up, pulling off the mask and throwing it on the floor before he took his hands to your legs, wrapping them around his waist before his body flopped on top of yours without pulling out. He kissed your cheeks softly, kissing your tears away as he rubbed your waist gently.

“My good girl~ you took me so well, baby,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you softly. “I'm so proud of you, my angel.” You smiled at his words, shutting your eyes.

“Thanks daddy~ it felt so good.” You weakly mumbled, “but I'm really tired now.” You pouted at him, earning another kiss on your lips.

“Let me run us a bath so we can go to sleep later, okay?” He tried to get up but you hugged him tighter. “Baby~ come on, we need to get cleaned up.” He tried to convince you but you shook your head, opening your eyes to look at him with your best puppy eyes.

“Can we stay here for a bit?” You asked softly, “Just want to rest in your arms now, I don't care if I'm feeling sticky.” Your hands moved from his back to his face, cupping his cheeks as you pulled him into a kiss. “Please, Hoonie,” you mumbled between kisses. The boy didn't say anything, he just kissed you back as you felt his body weight fall on you again.

Once you pulled away, he talked. “Is it just me or that was the best sex we've ever had?” He grinned at you, making you blush as you nodded. “Guess it was a very good idea to get that costume~” He teased, making you giggle as you hit his bicep playfully.

“Oh shut up, you perv,” you rolled your eyes playfully as you both laughed before he crashed his lips against yours, kissing you softly as you melted into each other's arms.

[broodwolf221]

Hiiii! For Atros x Solas! "come, before the band stops playing. dance with me." Happy writing!

oooh this was fun thank you! my chaos boy........ i love him sfm ��� @dadrunkwriting 558 words cws: mentions of background character death as in canon

Solas looked right here. Which was ridiculous, or should have been ridiculous, but… he did. He looked right. In the uniform that Atros had scowled to see, refusing to look in a mirror, detesting the idea of having to dress up and be presentable for a bunch of shems, but Solas just slipped in like he was made for this place. Even in his stupid little hat. He should have looked ridiculous. Atros wanted him to look ridiculous, had been expecting to have a good laugh, a shared joke between them. 

Instead, this. Solas wearing the uniform and the hat with a stunning grace and authority, and damn if that didn't do something to Atros. He had some thoughts about having Solas stay in that uniform tonight, but those would keep. For now they had to navigate all the complexity of the Winter Palace: and it was outrageously complex. When they got to the fighting—practically inevitable, really—it had come as something of a relief, although he had to choke down his rage at the servants' lives carelessly and cruelly spent. But at least he knew how to fight, knew the steps. This was honest, where the Game was all deception, saying what you don't mean, smiles like blades slipped between ribs except he only understood the second part. 

But it was strange that Solas understood it all. Strange that he carried himself the way he did. Atros had been watching him all night; in front of other servants he moved naturally, smiled warmly, was sincere. In front of the shems he was coolly indifferent, unaffected, poised. Their gaze slipped across him as if he wasn't there, blending into the background despite standing tall in plain sight. 

Even had he not been the Inquisitor, he knew he couldn't manage that. He was always going to be ill-fit here, always gangly and disproportionate, at odds with expectation. That was him. 

So when they were done with bloodshed and politics (were they even separate things in Orlais?) and he stood on the balcony trying to get some fresh air, something far from the thick rush of perfumes that had given him a headache as soon as he'd entered the palace, he was not terribly surprised that Solas joined him. He must have known this was the right moment… he knew everything else about this. 

What did surprise him was the other man asking him to dance. “Me? You're kidding.” His voice was deadpan but Solas' hand remained stretched out to him, bent in a slight bow. And he was smirking.

“Come,” he said, voice warm and with just the edge of teasing. “Before the band stops playing. Let's have this moment—dance with me.” A raised brow, a challenge. “Or does our brave Inquisitor fear dancing when it's not for political gain?” He scowled at the memory of dancing with Florianne.

“I was so scared I was going to step on her foot,” he muttered even as he placed his hand in Solas', inhaling sharply when that hand closed around his and drew him near. “I think now I should've.”

“She deserved as much,” Solas admitted as he led Atros in a far simpler dance, “but you conducted yourself admirably. And I am confident Josephine is relieved you danced well.”

“Can't let Josie down,” he shot back, lips quirking when Solas grinned. With teeth.

[yanderu-deredere]

Do any of your OCs have a Daddy kink? How would they react to either a softer shier darling or a bratty whiny darling accidentally calling them daddy?

a/n: i think some of them would react differently based on the darling's personality but i've listed it all down below the cut! have fun loool

also i think i included all my ocs that have a strong daddy kink but the ones with a more milder daddy kink have been excluded (just becos im lazy and dont want to write too much LMAO)

warning: gender neutral reader, daddy kink, mentions of entrance and being inside but no mentions of gender

gawain byrne ��� profile

absolutely melts when you call him daddy

when you call him daddy, you can do no wrong in his eyes. all your crimes? forgiven. all your punishments? forgotten. everything is right with the world LOL

i think it'd be the same with a bratty darling but like he'd be very aware that they're doing it to get away with being bratty and gawain can forgive it to a certain point

but sometimes it can't all be praise and pleasure. sometimes daddy needs to be strict too LOL

Your back arched as you felt Gawain fuck his plastic cock deeper and deeper inside of you, hitting places that made your head spin and your toes curl.

You couldn't help but clutch onto his forearms, nails probably digging into his skin, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as an orgasm ripped through you.

"D-Daddy--!" The word fell off your tongue mindlessly. You hadn't meant it and, in the heat of the moment, your desperate need got the better of you.

Once the orgasm did it's toll and you were left panting and twitching, your brain immediately caught up. Your face, which was already a little hot, seemed to turn searing as your eyes fluttered to Gawain, scared of his reaction.

You expected the rather dumbfounded slack-jawed expression and, obviously, you took it as a bad thing.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

Gawain just pulled his cock out and tightened the straps on his harness, a sudden dark look overtaking his eyes "No, no, baby, it's okay. In fact, I really liked it."

His hand moved from your waist to fist the pillow beside your head, caging you under his body, his face getting so close that it left you a little flustered

"You want me to be your daddy, baby?" He muttered against your lips as he gave you a slight kiss, the head of his cock brushing against your still sopping entrance "Want me to take care of you and pamper you?"

You gave a small little nod, a little nervous and excited in the face of this new more aggressive side of your boyfriend.

Instead of the pleased expression you expected, Gawain cupped your chin and brushed his thumb against your lower lip "Use your words."

You felt especially shy but complied nonetheless, your voice soft and stuttering "P-Please make me c-cum again, Daddy."

A broad smirk spread across his face "Of course, anything for my baby."

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

also the same as gawain but a bit more mildly

on the outside, it doesn't look like he's being affected at all but, on the inside, he's screaming and crying and banging on his table becos he's so horny and happy LOL

doesn't let a bratty darling get away with anything if they call him daddy tho but he'll be a bit softer and more lenient becos they're so cute

You had threaded your fingers through Ryouta’s soft locks, your thighs pressing against his cheeks and your toes curling as he pressed hickey after hickey against your skin, lips hovering near where you wanted but not really giving you anything.

You couldn’t help but let out a small frustrated noise at how he was teasing you. He did it often and, though you let him most of the time, for some reason, it was a bit more irritating than normal this time around.

Your fingers tightened around his hair, your leg desperately trying to pull him close. By now, you were all edged out and your mind felt as floaty as a cloud.

“Daddy!” The word slipped your lips out of desperation but, as soon as you’d said it, your hand slapped on top of your mouth, eyes wide as if aghast at what you’d just uttered.

Ryouta, of course, immediately stopped. Normally, you would’ve protested but, at the moment, your face felt searingly hot and embarrassment boiled in your chest.

“What did you say.” His words didn’t sound like a question and, from the way he was clutching tightly to your thighs, you figured the only option you had was answer honestly.

So, shily, softly, you’d muttered the word against your hand.

Like lightning, Ryouta let go of your thigh to grip your wrist and pull it away from your mouth. “Say it again, baby.”

The nickname sent a tingle up your spine. This time, with a little bit more confidence, you repeated the word “Daddy?”

A sinful groan left Ryouta’s lips. He pressed his forehead against yours, rock hard cock settling at the crook of thigh, head brushing against your stomach.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, baby.” He huffed out, hips jolting just a little bit.

You watched him for a second, watched the way he really seemed to almost come undone from you just saying one word.

So, hesitantly but with even more confidence, you shifted your hips, grinding up against his cock “D-Daddy, why’d you stop…”

Ryouta’s fists clenched a little and his dick twitched against you. Though, you definitely did have a point. Seems like he needed to reward his little baby…

casimir fiala ★ profile

absolutely delighted to be called daddy but, unfortunately for bratty darling, calling him daddy only makes him want to punish you more LOL

casimir really do have a sadistic streak a mile long

especially during punishments? oh, it's like you're asking him to be worse

for shier sweeter darling, he becomes incredibly gentle and loving becos his heart just melts at the fact that they called him daddy

“If you stop one more time, I’ll kill you.” You muttered to Casimir through gritted teeth, the frustration boiling and turning heady in your chest.

It felt like it’s been hours and, still, every single time you came even close to cumming, every single time that coil inside you came so very close to snapping, Casimir would stop and just leave his cock unmoving inside of you.

He’d shower you in kisses, sure, but he’d just lay on top of you, doing nothing.

Of course, his inaction delayed your orgasm every single time. It ruined it for you to the point where all you could do was squirm and complain. Yet, no orgasm.

“Is that a promise?” Was all the infuriatingly handsome man replied with, that signature sadistic smirk still spread across his stupid gorgeous face.

Your back arched, not out of pleasure but out of frustration and a desire to get away from this clown.

Instead, Casimir kept his grip around both your waist and your wrist tight, his hips finally starting to thrust his thick cock in and out of you. Slowly, surely, you felt the pleasure building up again.

This time, Casimir didn’t even wait till you were close. Just as a soft adorable moan left your lips, he stopped and opted to just grind his hips against yours, cock certainly hitting something but definitely not hard enough to tip you over the edge.

Tears pooled in the corner of your eyes and you let out a frustrated sound “Daddy!”

That made you pause. Your free hand quickly covered your mouth and you looked up at Casimir. He mirrored your rather shocked expression with one of his own.

Eventually, though, that shock made way for his usual smugness. He smirked at you, hips sluggishly starting to move and cock slowly pistoning in and out of you.

“Daddy, hmm?” He used his other hand to grip your chin and force you to look at him “And what do you want Daddy to do?”

“I want Daddy to stop fucking around and make me cum.”

Well, he could certainly oblige.

mel lowell ★ profile

like everyone else on this post, mel certainly does live for this shit lol like he eats that shit up

doesn't matter if darling is bratty or shy or sweet; he will turn savage for that word

absolutely tears shit up. like he loses his brain LOL can't do anything but fuck and fuck hard

so only save that word for when you really want mel to rearrange your guts LOL

You groaned, hands gripping the pillow under you tighter and tighter as you felt Mel continue to thrust behind you. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, the other clutching at your waist, keeping you pressed against the mattress.

Fuck, did Mel’s cock fill you so perfectly. It never felt too big but just big enough to hit every single spot you wanted it to.

You half-buried your face into the pillow as your orgasm approached closer and closer. Your mind had practically checked-out at this point, leaving you both breathless and brainless.

Perhaps that was why you couldn’t help but mutter that damn word under your breath, your whimper almost silent.

Mel groaned and buried his entire cock into you in one stroke, his hand at the back of your neck moving to gently hold the front instead “What did you say?”

You felt embarrassed, of course, your face hot and flustered. Still, desperate for him to start moving again, you repeated the words “D-Daddy?”

Suddenly, Mel’s teeth latched onto the back of your neck. You let out a choked cry as he thrust into you almost brutally, teeth never once leaving your skin.

With every thrust, you couldn’t help but let out little punched out moans. Occasionally, you’d even slipped that word in and, every single time without fail, it made Mel treat you rougher and rougher, his hips practically shoving against yours at this point.

Then, finally, you felt his mouth leave your neck; you could feel every single tooth leave your flesh and you could feel the throb of the mark they left behind.

“Damn right, I’m your Daddy, baby.” He grunted out right into your ear, voice much deeper and gruffer than usual “And this Daddy’s cock is going to fucking fill you the hell up, yeah?”

All you could do was desperately nod.

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Mr. Perfect

SUMMARY: Azul struggles to say his true feelings. WORD COUNT: ~700

WARNINGS: Azul overthinking, Azul not wanting to confess, Azul hating himself (slight?? Idk) A/N: Me at almost 11 PM, half-asleep, writing this because I need to add something to my event before my birthday (September 4, which is- close by wow). Anyways this song has been stuck in my head and I felt like it would fit Azul I don't know (sort of does and sort of doesn't) Literally while looking through my playlists I figured out most of these are going to be hard to create a story around whoops- haha. So that's fun- For this event.

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Azul had always been secretive.

Sure, you would never know it by the way he acted; he was always extroverted, always saying kind things, the whole shebang.

However, his true secret?

That he hasn't eaten much at all?

That he cries himself to sleep every night without fail?

All of that is hidden behind a radiant smile. A practiced smile.

He hid all parts of himself away; what else could he do?

He couldn't bear it if people thought he was weak. Not again.

And so he put up a front.

Even when he said "Love you," those words weren't a complete truth.

He did it to get what he wanted, to get it when he wanted.

Did that mean he was lying? Perhaps.

But the thing was… He wanted to be in love.

He was never good at loving others, and he mostly shut others down.

After all, who would accept him as who he was? A disgusting octo-mer? He'd laugh in their faces.

He's not the prettiest. He's not special. He's just… Him.

He tries hard, yes. He has to. Otherwise he'll go back to his child self. And he couldn't have that.

No one figured all of this out; not even Floyd or Jade. (Though they could come close with their guesses, especially Jade.)

The lies slipping out of his lips, sweet as honey. The overly practiced smile. Everything was perfected. It had to be perfect, after all.

Still, he couldn't help it when he fell in love with you. But he was terrified, to say the least.

He had said "Love you" to others. He knew that. He knew it was all a lie. But once he started to feel these… Things toward you, he wasn't sure what he could do, if anything.

Was this all a lie? Maybe. Was he lying to himself? He almost hoped that that was the case. Because if he was in love… What then? What could he do?

These thoughts plagued his mind. Day in and day out, it was all he could think.

He was so nervous in approaching you. Though he hid it well, almost teasing you, his heart was racing. If you knew him better, you would see the flash of panic in his eyes that happened ever so often that he so desperately tried to hide.

Still, he hid his weakness. Made sure no one, not even the twins, knew about it.

Azul knew that he had to be the strongest. He couldn't let this ruin all of his plans.

Still, he found himself being lenient toward you. Sometimes giving you a drink free of charge while you were at Mostro Lounge, sometimes just going out of his way to talk to you. Often, he would find himself ordering Floyd to get rid of the noisy guests while you were there so you could have some peace and quiet.

He was greedy. He knew he was being greedy. But he couldn't stop.

He wanted to stay with you; to be your partner, to make you happy.

But he was too afraid to make that final leap and open himself up to you.

To tell you his true feelings.

Until one quiet night at Mostro Lounge, when most of the patrons had left.

He worked up his nerve before slipping into the seat beside you.

You seemed confused, but it was okay - or so he told himself.

He opened his mouth for a moment before closing it again. He couldn't speak.

He was scared sick.

But still… He managed to say, "I am in lo- I care for you a lot, kantokusei-san. Would you… Would you like to go out with me?"

He met your gaze after a moment, hands shaky, breath catching in his throat. He said it. He actually said it. And he didn't stutter that much, either.

But as he waited for your response, he hoped you would feel the same way. Then, perhaps he could say "I love you" for real. And maybe you would know that these were the words that would never be lies - not to you, anyway.

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[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

heyyy love. your writings always make me smile when I see them on my dash! so i have an idea for a little something… we all know quaritch hates the na’vi people so much. he probably feels some degree of discomfort and distaste of his body now that he looks like one of them. so a human reader who he befriended is out with him on a mission in the forest, and he makes a self degrading joke about an aspect of his new body while they are out there together. reader scolds quaritch for being negative, and miles tells her to stop bitching at him, so she shuts up and ���shows’ him how perfect she thinks he is 😏

Eeeee! Yes! While i've been writing for lots of recoms atm I will always fall over myself to write Miles (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Recom!Quaritch x Human!Reader

The face in the mirror disgusted him. A nauseating mix of a face he'd been proud of and the most hated enemy. For every familiar corner there was an equally alien curve. There was just so little of him clinging to these bones.

His ears now tall and ever twitching, despite their clipping. His teeth sharp, making every charming smile a threat. He even had a fucking tail.

There was one shining light in his life. Someone that made it worth rising each morning, that he could think of in the dark of night to stave off the nightmares. Y/n. His human, his anchor. Not that he told them that, no he wouldn't talk about his silly little problems to anyone. He was a man after all and hadn't his old man beat that lesson into him.

Y/n was easy to love. Beyond being a face of humanity that still looked to him with respect and kindness. Y/n was fun, they were smart and they didn't take his shit. No despite his towering physique you'd jut your chin out, giving him the same back or worse.

"Keep up, we ain't out for a leisurely stroll darlin" He called over a shoulder. He smiled softly to himself, watching them struggle over a fallen branch.

"Some of our legs aren't two meters long!" you hollered back from atop the log. You beamed, hands on hips in triumph before slipping on the mossy bark. Your whoop was caught short, Miles' strong arms catching you before you fell. He smirked at your pouting face, gently placing you on the forest trail. Only his thrashing tail giving away the panic he'd felt.

"Sorry I ain't perfect sweet-cheeks, some of us are monsters." He jested, a dry chuckle passing his lips. Miles didn't know why he'd let that slip. He turned before he could catch your reaction, storming ahead. It was so hard to keep a wall around you. Inviting eyes always teasing out sides he didn't know he still had.

"Hey what big ears I have!" He started, an almost hysterical laugh following.

"What a horrid nose. What sharp teeth. All the better to scare you off." He babbled, god why couldn't he shut up. He bit his tongue, the slight taste of copper compelling his lips to cease their flapping. It was just a joke, you'd know that. You heard him laugh he wasn't being serious, Miles kept telling himself.

"Miles?" He heard you call behind him, trying to catch up. He kept moving. No, he was fine. He didn't need anyone, he was being stupid, he wasn't so superficial as to be bothered by his appearance. Hell he'd kept those scars all those years! But this was different wasn't it. He wasn't even human anymore. He was no better than those creatures he fought.

Miles grit his teeth, scrunched his brow to a frown. Anger, he could do anger. Get mad at the foul planet that stole his life, reduced him to this.

"Miles." Your voice was softer now, even through ragged breathes. Light grip on his tail, tugging him to stop, to face you. He stopped but he wouldn't turn. He couldn't. Not now when his eyes stung.

"Miles please." Your hands still held him. His anchor, holding him in place. Dragging him down into the depths of his pain, pulling him through the inky black to the heart of it. Then your touch was gone, spiraling through the currents alone. Pulled and pushed by the tidal whims, lost in the depths alone.

"Miles look at my. I swear I'll climb up there if I have to." His sun spoke, even in the depths the light cut through, brilliant beams illuminating the dark. He crouched to meet your gaze, to bring his face to yours.

In the shadows of his mind he imagined you recoiling. Retreating from his form, his own repulsion mirrored on your face. His eyes met yours, the glassy reflection of his tight features reflecting back. He was tensing his jaw, holding his eyes taught against the tears. Your own flowed freely, lip quivering.

He couldn't take it. The shapes so viscerally wrong, no your face should never pull like this. His fingers buzzed with the need to reach out, to clear away the tears or mold your features into that smile. The one that numbed everything he felt, that washed over him like a balm, soothing every pain.

It was your hands that moved, your fingers that reached his face. You held his cheeks between them, pressing them together. Your brow furrowed, mouth bobbling open and closed before you took a deep breath.

Your eyes met his and he froze. Struck, he'd become stone under Medusa's curse. Your fingers danced across the marble skin, following stripe or glittering freckle.

"No." you reprimanded. "No I won't have you talk like that" your voice wavered. Expression still stern, features pulled, shoulders squared. Authoritative. Miles couldn't help but laugh a little.

"No, I'm serious. Your not to talk about yourself like that. Not even think it." you ordered. Miles let the laugh turn sharp, who were you to stop him. You had no power over this, his pain wouldn't be ordered away by a tiny scientist. Not even if it was you.

"Oh yeah what you gonna do about it." He sneered. He rolled his eyes, looking to the ground. Miles didn't want to do this, he didn't want a cruel word to touch you. Especially not one from his mouth.

"Guess I'll have to show you then." You breathed out. Miles felt his heart stutter, the hot breath closer than before. "Show you how beautiful your are." you finished, lips brushing against his own.

His eyes snapped back, you were so close. Gentle hands followed the peaks and valleys of his face, gentle caressing like he was made of fine china. His ears fluttered and you smiled. Miles felt himself melting into your touch, his eyes drifting shut. Fingers brushed against the sensitive shell of his ears. Your thumb brushing up the length before following back across his cheek bones. The line drawn tenderly under his eyes, cascading down the sides of his nose.

His senses were so heightened, the touch of your hand electric and at once pacifying. He felt a soft velvet against the tip of his nose, the gentlest kiss. Miles half opened his eyes, looking through his lashes at your face. You didn't meet his gaze, still lovingly looking upon a face you adored. He felt his heart sore, lost somewhere in the stars only connected by the thread binding it to you.

The gentle pilgrimage resolved at the corner of his mouth. The final stop on your holy journey. Fingers tracing the outline of his lips, your own parting slightly. Then your eyelids came to rest and you met him.

Kiss like silk moving against him. Miles fired to life at the touch, the spell broken he moved. Hands tangling into your hair, to your cheeks, on their own journey across the curves of your body. His lips parting to let you search more, welcoming you to explore fangs, tongue, whatever you wished.

He drew humanity from you, though your skin, your lips, your soul. In this kiss he was at once recom and Quaritch. The man he was in this body being worshiped, at once a whole made from the two parts. Body and spirit burning with need, drawing out moans he couldn't claim as his or yours.

He followed your lips when you pulled back. Then dragged his forehead across you cheek to its resting place on your shoulder. The moment passed, his mind still reeling from the whiplash. His worst pain to his greatest bliss.

"Maybe I need to insult myself more often." He joked against your throat. You thrust back, face appalled.

"You will not!" You demanded, face scrunching again. He laughed softer, leaning an elbow on his knee, face held up by his hand.

"Promise I won't, if you'll do that again." He drawled, eyeing your lip tugged between your teeth. The hot blush still painting your cheeks.

"Fine it's a deal. Just next time we do it back at base." You affirmed, nodding your head before walking off. Miles rose following after you, wicked smirk pulling his lips over fangs.

"We're gonna do it huh?" He joked, laughing again as you squeaked and hurried ahead.

[alj4890]

Hi I have a Halloween prompt for you. Please feel free to use it if it inspires, and ignore it if it doesn't! 🎃(Any pairing, though you know... lol)

"I'm not going in there."

"What? It's just a Haunted House. Kids are going in."

"I'm sorry, but nope!"

😂 Oh goodness @jerzwriter . This prompt has been my response to any haunted house attraction. I am the biggest weenie out there. When I saw this Halloween inspired request (which I love) I immediately thought of Trystan and Cameron. So for this, I'm having our newly abdicated crown prince and his favorite detective spending an autumn evening deciding what to do for date night. This also goes along with @choicesprompts flufftober prompt of an embarrassing secret revealed.

Thanks again @jerzwriter for this. It helped pull me out of my writer's block ♥️

Masterlist

Nope

"So?" Cameron prodded. "What are we doing tonight?"

"Whatever you'd like." Trystan twined his fingers with hers as they walked down the sidewalk. "Other than having dinner with you, I'd like nothing more than to make this a normal date."

"You know," she teased, "nothing has ever been normal when you're added to the equation."

"That's what you love most about me." He winked at her as he brought their clasped hands to his lips.

Trystan brushed a tender kiss to her knuckles. Cameron normally would have scoffed at such a response but she was too happy at finally having the man she loved free and safe at her side. Nothing could possibly ruin their first night back in New York.

Trystan paused when he saw something that caught his eye.

"What is it?" Cameron tried to see what he was staring at.

A slow smile formed on his handsome lips.

"I think I found our next activity, love." He began to tug her along.

He couldn't help but notice that she seemed less than eager to cross the street.

"Trystan, why don't we do something else?" She pulled her hand out of his. "There's a ton of stuff a couple can do in New York."

"Like what?" He moved behind her and nudged her off the crosswalk.

"Um..." Cameron winced when she looked up at the building that changed every year into something absolutely dreadful. "Whatever you can think of, I'm sure it's here."

"I can't think of anything better to do on an autumn evening than a haunted house." Trystan slipped his arm around her waist and led her towards the line. "It's the perfect way to get the blood pumping."

"I can think of a more interactive way to get the blood pumping." Cameron cast a suggestive look his way. "If you catch my drift."

Trystan leaned down to kiss her. He stopped right before touching her parted lips, smiling at hearing her slight gasp.

"Trying to distract me from our night out as a couple, detective?"

Cameron grimaced over his seeing through her ruse. "No."

"Um Hmm." He chuckled. "We are going to have fun if it kills us." He captured her lips in a much too brief passionate kiss. "Then I plan on spending the rest of the night entwined with you."

Cameron felt heat spread throughout her body. As much as she wanted to distract him from taking her into a gimmicky Halloween attraction, she knew how significant tonight was for them. It was the first time they were able to be alone and have a real date. No sneaking around. No pretending to be just friends. No worries about someone trying to kill them.

She couldn't insist they escape back to one of their apartments.

But, she also knew she couldn't do a haunted house.

"Trystan, I'm not going in there."

"What?" He couldn't believe he'd heard her correctly.

Her voice actually had a slight tremble to it. It was an odd sound to say the least. He'd seen her defiantly dare crazed murderers to come at her. There was no way she could possibly be scared of some cheesey Halloween attraction.

"It's just a haunted house." He reminded her. "Kids are going in."

Cameron knew she sounded ridiculous. She also knew that she did not handle these types of man made scares well. There was only one thing she could do.

"I'm sorry, but nope!" She folded her arms across her chest and averted her eyes from her date's.

Trystan eyed her then the building.

"Why?"

Cameron ran her hands over her face. She hated that out of everything he could pick for them to do in New York, Trystan found the one thing she could not stomach. She also despised the fact that she would have to explain herself.

Can this get any worse?

"Look," she began with an irritated huff, "I don't do well in these things."

"What things?" Trystan asked.

She glared at him. "Haunted houses."

"Why?" He prodded once more.

"Oh my god!" She threw her hands up in frustration. "I'm a former cop! I might not carry a gun anymore but I do carry a taser."

"And?" Trystan still wasn't quite connecting this to her dislike of haunted houses.

"And I'm the person who whips out her weapon at anything that jumps out at me from the dark!" She snapped. "I don't have a flight mode, only a fight one."

Trystan tried to keep from laughing. He really, really tried.

He lasted all of three seconds.

Cameron glared at him while he wiped tears from his eyes.

"So what I'm gathering is..."he snorted with his laughter, "you might tase someone in there?"

"I hit people who jump out at me in these things." She mumbled. "I punched one guy out in a werewolf mask when he came up behind me and howled."

Trystan doubled over. He reached out to grasp her arm to help him remain upright as he laughed over her predicament.

"It isn't that funny." Cameron grumbled.

"It's hilarious!" He managed to get his laughter under control. "I never dreamed this night could be so perfect."

Cameron shook his hand off.

"Oh come on, love." He wrapped his arm around her. "Even you can see how funny it is."

"I don't think it's as funny as you seem to think it is." She mumbled, highly embarrassed."

Trystan began to guide her away from the attraction.

"You are the bravest person I know." He told her, squeezing her close. "To hear you have a weakness is not only surprising, but also gives me hope that perhaps one day I can be like you."

"Trystan," Cameron could feel herself blush over such praise, "you are incredibly brave. Look at all you've been through with your family alone."

"More like I had the flight of fight or flight when it concerned them." He reminded her. "It took knowing you and having you beside me to finally rise up to the challenge of fighting them head on."

She shook her head, wrapping her arm around his waist. She squeezed him tight in a side hug. It baffled her that he never saw the type of man he truly was.

"Would I want a partner who wasn't brave?" She asked.

"We both know my charm and persistence got me that coveted spot by your side." He reminded her.

Cameron laughed. "You might be Prince Charming, but that wasn't it."

"My handsome looks?" He asked.

"Nope."

"My fortune?" He continued.

"Not even close." She squeezed him again. "It was your refusal to leave me alone to face possible danger. You stayed by my side the whole time. That's why you are my partner and one of the many reasons why I love you so much."

"Cameron." He said softly, tipping her chin up for a kiss. "This is one of the many, many reasons why I love you."

"My kisses?" She teased.

He grinned, shaking his head. "You see me like no other."

They shared another tender kiss before continuing on down the street.

"Now," Trystan began again, "what shall we do since a haunted house is out?"

"We could go see a movie." Cameron offered. "That's a pretty normal date activity."

"Can it be a horror film?" Trystan asked with a hint of mischief. "I would like to scare the pants off of you tonight."

Cameron burst into laughter. "Sure. Those I can handle."

"Perfect." His smile grew. "I know just what to do once said pants are off."

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 10: Ghost

Summary: Rin loves scary movies, and Bachira loves his boyfriend, so he swallows his fear for a, hopefully, fun date night. It doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 1,286

Someday I will write ler Bachira, but that day is not today. I'm happy for the opportunity to finally get to write Rin tho (expect an Isabachirin fic soon)! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 💙

"Rin-Rin!" Bachira called, and that was the only warning Rin had before his boyfriend was barreling towards him, running and jumping onto his back.

"Get off," he hissed, prying at the hands that clung to him like a koala bear.

Slipping off of him, Bachira reattached himself at his side with a wide smile, "Hey."

With a pained sigh, he peered around the hallway to be sure they were alone. They were open about their relationship, but he preferred for them not to be so affectionate in public, not that there was ever much privacy in Blue Lock. 

"What do you want?"

"Let's go on a date!"

That brought the faintest flush to Rin's face as he nodded. "Fine. Where?"

"Come to my room tonight. I got it all to ourselves."

"Alright. I'll see you then," he brushed back Bachira's hair and kissed his forehead. "I have to get back to training."

Bachira wrapped his arms around Rin's neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss, then skipped away with a wave. "Bye Rin-Rin!"

He only just rounded the corner when Isagi's teasing voice rang out, "You two are cute."

"Huh? How long have you been here?"

"Well," Isagi rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. "I was coming by, but I didn't want to interrupt you guys, so…"

"That's okay. Thanks for letting us have the room."

"Of course, what are you guys doing anyway?"

"Hmm…" Bachira shrugged. There wasn't really anything romantic to do in Blue Lock if they didn't pay for a day out. "I don't know. Watch a movie, maybe?"

"Oh, Rin likes horror movies doesn't he?"

"He does?" He had never mentioned that to Bachira before.

"I think so. He got excited when we were talking about the new Earthworm Man movie."

"Thanks Isagi, but I have to go get everything ready now!"

—

Rin couldn't help the small smile that graced his face when he entered the room.

Bachira, bright-eyed and messy haired, peeked out from beneath his makeshift blanket fort, waving animatedly. 

"What's all this?" 

"The perfect setting for our date!" He grinned, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cellphone. "I even bought this!"

"Why do we need that?"

"To watch a movie. I found an American one I think you'll like."

Walking closer, Rin squinted at the screen, smile widening at his choice. "That sounds good."

It was awkward, getting onto his knees and shuffling into Bachira's fort, but it was worth it when he was greeted by a loving embrace and sweet kiss. 

Bachira's hands wrapped around his waist, pressing his body against Rin's, who ran his hands through Bachira's hair, pulling at the strands that were soft and lovely and smelled like vanilla. 

Bachira's lips were pillowy against his own, and Rin found himself sinking deeper and deeper, breathing the same breath, skin moulding into each other as his hands cupped his cheeks, so soft and warm that Rin felt the heat pooling into his palms.

Breathless, Bachira finally pulled back, tired and smiling, laughter on his tongue. "Wanna watch?"

"Yeah," he was fully smiling now, "Yeah. I guess we should."

They cuddled up together, Rin laid against Bachira's chest, haphazardly balancing the phone on his stomach as the movie began. 

It wasn't… that bad. At least, it was better than Bachira thought it would be.

He never watched any horror movies, not since the ones he saw as a child that gave him nightmares. But that was years ago. He thought he'd outgrown those childish fears, and, just in case, he'd even picked a movie that sounded more funny than scary. After all, who would be scared of a haunted VHS tape?

Bachira. Bachira was scared.

But he was doing a fairly good job at hiding how every second of this film made his skin crawl and how badly he was waiting for a, hopefully peaceful, end. Except for flinching at the occasional jumpscare, he'd smile whenever Rin glanced up at him and nod along to his commentary—Rin-Rin always took everything so seriously. 

Eventually, it seemed he couldn't stop his nerves from getting the best of him.

"Bachira," Rin spoke up, voice uncharacteristically soft as he looked up at him with those big, beautiful, concerned eyes. "Are you alright?"

Just as he was about to open his mouth and say something to reassure his boyfriend, he realized that he was shaking.

Oh. That wasn't good.

"Bachira," Rin repeated, sitting up and twisting to face Bachira as the forgotten phone fell to the floor, discarded. Gently, he reached out and squeezed Bachira's hand, a heavy frown etched into his face.

"I… I'm okay. Just got a little spooked."

"Are you sure?"

Bachira could still hear the movie playing, not that he could understand it without the Japanese subtitles. "The movie, you should—"

"We don't have to watch anymore."

"Didn't you like it?"

"Yes, but you clearly didn't," Rin's frown deepened, and he pulled Bachira into a tight embrace, holding him until his racing heartbeat settled.

"Sorry," Bachira mumbled, face pressed against Rin's chest. "I ruined our date."

"No you didn't," he looked almost offended as he shook his head, pressing a kiss to Bachira's forehead. "I'm content as long as I'm with you."

"Wow, even you can be sappy, Rin-Rin."

"Shut up," he lightly scolded without any of the usual bite to his words. "Now are you feeling better?"

"Mhm. Thanks," he tilted his head upwards, pecking his cheek.

"I hope you aren't still feeling bad about this."

"I'm not," he lied.

Rin sighed, pinching his cheek and lightly pulling it until Bachira whined.

"Listen, you are very thoughtful. It was very nice of you to do this. I was having a great time, and I still am. Understand?"

Bachira smiled faintly. "You know… I really, really like you, Rin-Rin."

He smiled back. "I like you too, but…" his smile turned mischievous as his fingers curled around Bachira's sides, lightly squeezing, "I like your laugh more."

"Do yohohou?" He asked, giggling softly.

"Yeah. And I think I'd really like to hear it some more."

It wasn't unusual for them. Ever since Bachira decided to randomly start poking his sides during practice, tickling had become relatively commonplace. He knew that Bachira was prone to tickling all of his other friends, but Rin once again preferred for it to be something private, something intimate to be enjoyed by them.

There was an odd satisfaction that accompanied getting Bachira to squeal when Rin tickled him just so or in seeing how quickly he could get him to beg for mercy, but now wasn't one of those times.

Now, he only wanted to see Bachira smile, carefree as usual.

Still hugging him, Rin tilted his head to nuzzle into his neck, bringing up a hand to skitter his nails across the base of his neck. Immediately, it produced a series of quiet, breathy giggles that warmed his heart.

"Is this okay?" He asked, because while they were prone to these playful interactions, he'd never tried using it to cheer up Bachira. Hopefully it'd work, especially considering how much he seemed to love it.

"Yehehes!" 

Rin smiled. His boyfriend really was adorable. 

"Okay, I hope you don't regret that."

Despite his words, his touches remained gentle, light prodding and squeezing that kept Bachira giggling and smiling without ever wanting to stop, intermingled with sweet, soft kisses that Bachira really didn't want to stop.

"I love you," he murmured after they has finished, Bachira a tired, loved, giggly pile of goo in his lap.

"Love you tohohoo," he answered, grinning and pecking his lips again.

There was no way he could ever stay upset when he was with his Rin-Rin.

[differentclasss]

Halloween Scenarios

Halloween stuff with different Cillian Murphy characters I write for! Not head cannons, just kind of free-style scenarios. Thought I should do something for the season! 0:)

c/w: uh drugging, (yeah nothing happens it’s just Crane being a mischievous asshole) sex is implied and talked about but not written directly, suggestive material, and yadadada typical viewer discretion. 

Characters: Jonathan Crane, Neil Lewis, and Jim (Delinquent Season) 

A/N: It’s short but I just wanted to post a little something. Might do some more characters tomorrow or on Halloween depending on my schedule. Thanks!!

Jonathan Crane (Nolanverse)

Jonathan likes the idea of Halloween but finds that as an adult it’s less about getting scared and more about dressing up and getting trashed at parties. It's safe to say he doesn't celebrate it like that. He has one costume and it's purely for work.

 He has a few ways of celebrating it, one being to stay inside and watch horror movies with you. It's a lot more fun for him if you're scared so he makes it his goal to find the goriest and scariest horror movies. 

His favorite way of celebrating it though would be to scare the hell out of you. Before you would watch these films with him, he'd slip a bit of his fear toxin into your drink just to get more enjoyment out of the night with you. Nothing to break you, just something to make you uncharacteristically freaked out. A movie that you usually aren't afraid of, maybe you even found it a little silly, now suddenly has you hiding your face in your hands and grabbing at his arm. He'd laugh and watch you while amused.

The rest of the night you'd be very clingy towards him. Too scared to want to do anything regarding the holiday. He’d chide you and say, “Dear, it was just a movie. I have no idea what got into you!” Always coming off like he had no idea what was getting into you. You’d try to laugh it off and say something like, “Maybe I’m just not the Halloween type anymore.” After all, you were none the wiser. Jonathan didn’t feel bad about it, what was Halloween without a little bit of fear anyway?

Neil Lewis (Watching the Detectives)

Neil adores Halloween, it's a little childish but you would have to do a couple costumes with him. He’d spend way too much energy thinking about the perfect one. Something a little obscure and maybe even pretentious, like two lovers in a classic 1940's film. Neil made a holiday for the whole month of October. Either going to cheap drive-ins showing old horror movies or going to haunted houses and hayrides. It was cheesy, but you made him want to do cheesy things on the account that he liked you. 

Neil took you to a little drive-in on a Saturday for a double feature of Halloween and Halloween II, it was a nice gesture despite both of you having seen this movie just short of a dozen times. You mocked a scared look whenever there was a jump scare and shared some laughs over the movie's age.

In the privacy of his car, you could get close to him. Neil would pretend to have his eyes glued to the screen while you first put your head on his shoulder and your hand on his bicep. Your hand trails down to his stomach as you kiss his neck and feel him shiver. You giggled a little and then he did too. You continue to kiss him and try to unbuckle his jeans before he moves and looks at you with a boyish grin. 

“If I would’ve known you get like this during Halloween out of all movies…” He teased despite being a little flustered. 

“Do you wanna go home and finish this movie there?” You ask with faux innocence and he nods quickly. Neither of you watched the movie when at home. 

Jim (Delinquent Season)((My favorite guy failure))

Jim isn’t too excited about Halloween but he does like that it’s an opportunity to see you in a revealing costume. You had the grand idea of going as the pin-up model, Bettie Page. You didn’t tell Jim in advance, wanting to surprise him. Neither of you had any plans that Halloween, but you still wanted to indulge in a little bit of the holiday.

“I wouldn’t mind in the slightest if you just wanted to go as a Playboy Bunny.” Jim teases you as you open up a package in the mail. 

You laughed and shook your head as he watched you tear open the package. You hold up the little black corset top in one hand and the black high-waisted mini skirt in another. He laughed when he saw it, looking amusingly surprised. 

“I think there’s a wig in here somewhere…” You told him with a little laugh as you put down the clothes and shifted through the package. 

“I think you should try it on.” He offered, obviously a little excited about the prospect of seeing you in something just short of lingerie. “You know, make sure it fits.”

“Yeah?” You teased. “Is that the only reason why I should try it on?”

Jim walked behind you and put his hands on your hips as he kissed you softly on the neck. 

“No,” He laughed and let his hands roam around your body for a moment. “I also want to see you in it. You’ll look so good…”

“Fine,” You smile and lean your head a tad so he can kiss your neck a bit more. “You might have to help me with the stockings though…”

“I have no objections to that at all.”

Bonus!

Jackson Rippner

“It’s Halloween?”

“Yeah, Jack.”

“Hm.”

(I don’t take him for a Halloween, he’s much more focused on domestic terrorism and all that silly stuff!)

Happy Halloween! Sorry if this is stupid or badly written, I just had to write something, it's been a while.

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In The Dragon Republic specifically, do you think Nezha confided in Venka about everything going on with Rin, their growing friendship, all the fighting etc or is everyone else simply drawing their conclusions about the two from observation? Kitay is ofcourse there for Rin but even when she can't bring herself to say anything he's observant and smart, so he'd figure it out. It makes me think about that one moment in chapter 34 I think it was, where Venka's helping Rin get dressed and as soon as she sees Nezha she's all smug like 'have fun' before immediately trying to flee the scene. And even before she walks out Nezha makes a comment about Rin's knot saying it's pretty and Venka continues to tease him, winking when she says it's 'even prettier on the wearer.' That was such a light hearted moment (for a change) and made me curious about how much she knew

Personally, I don’t think Nezha would have confided in Venka. He lashes out when he’s scared, insecure, unsure, etc, all the times he insulted or hurt rin when she presented something that conflicted with his ideals or perception of the world (ex. a southerner at Sinegard, her criticism of jinzha, etc), but when it comes to his deepest feelings he keeps them bottled up until he physically can’t anymore, often because rin pushes him ‘too far’. For example, her repeatedly calling him a coward and unintentionally striking at his deep rooted trauma and him finally blowing up after revealing the story of the Dragon. When she doesn’t push though, he refuses to reveal anything deep, like when he denies calling her name as the Federation dragged him away, as well as him only telling her about his nightmares of her death when he’s convinced they’ll die the next day (and obviously still not revealing all the details of those dreams), and him never revealing his true feelings to her at all, instead stifling then as we see in TDF. He’ll reveal ‘surface-level’ feelings, i.e fear during battle, anger, frustration, etc but not the ones held deepest, i.e, his trauma (aside from that one scene, and only after she pushed him and he’d thought she’d died), and his love and fear for/of rin. So I don’t think he would’ve confided in venka, because I don’t think he can or would know how to. Moreso, their relationship fundamentally changed after he refused to let her fight on campaign with them. that’s when something in their relationship irreparably fractured (and her allegiance subtly shifted towards rin). Even if they were still on ‘good terms’ after that, it wasn’t the same because he’d denied her her autonomy, decided for her what she was capable of handling or not, restricting her from doing the one thing that might give her some sense of self/‘worth’/autonomy back. They didn’t interact much before the campaign started, and he always treated her as if she were fragile when he did. their relationship was fraught, and I think they both sensed that, whether or not they actively acknowledged it. I’m not sure she would have been in the right headspace pre-campaign even if he had told her either (because I think the last thing on her mind with all her other worries would’ve been a budding relationship between rinezha). However, the scene you’re referring to is post-Battle of Red Cliffs, when they’d all just survived a ‘final’ battle of epic proportions, presumed unwinnable, and after she’d already ‘proven’ herself with her archery skills during it. Like you said, it’s a lighter moment, and they’re all in disbelief and relieved so I think she let those comments slip because she’s just glad they’re alive against all odds. The usual somberness/grim reality of warfare is temporarily suspended in that victorious, post-battle haze and they can ‘relax’ a little, hence her words. On a different note, to finally answer your original question lol, I believe venka intuited his feelings herself. She’s spent most of her youth being prepared to be the ‘proper’ wife by her parents, and with her cleverness and perceptiveness, she would’ve learned quickly how to tell where, when, and how a man’s interest in a woman lies, whether it’s romantic, sexual, predatory, etc, as that’s what she needed to watch out for, gauging any potential suitors chosen by her parents. this is reaffirmed when she asks rin how she’d survived so long without feminine wiles, implying that her [venka]’s feminine wiles include knowing when a man is interested and how to handle that (seeing as her life before Sinegard largely revolved around that). Nezha’s interest would’ve been obvious.  Plus, she’s been friends with him for a long time, even if their relationship changed, she would’ve been able to tell, just like how kitay was able to know that nezha would throw himself off a cliff for rin. Great ask OP! i really wracked my brain for this question since I haven’t read the series in a while, thanks for giving me the chance to analyze again! 

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"You mean the Choir Boy," Mila said with a smirk as she chewed on a danish, savoring every bite.

"What do you mean?" Yuri's eyes narrowed as he sucked down his frothy spiced coffee. He'd stolen a drink like it once from Otabek on an outing and had enjoyed them for several reasons ever since.

"I was talking to JJ - "

"You were what?!" Yuri growled, eyes narrowed dangerously. Mila smiled. She knew she was rilling the young skater up, but it was just too much fun to worry about consequences. Not when it was clear she knew something he didn't know about his 'best friend'.

"Oh, he's not so bad you know."

"The hell he's not!"

"Otabek likes him."

"Otabek's a fucking saint to put up with JJ's dumb ass," Yuri muttered darkly.

"Umhum. Saint Otabek. All dark, and broding, and leather clad," she grinned. Seeing Yuri clearly debating which of the many nearby objects would be best to throw at her, Mila eased up a little. "Anyway, JJ let it slip that Otabek is actually pretty good at it."

"So? I can't see him actually doing it."

"I can. Get him drunk enough, and it could happen."

Yuri grinned. Now he knew something she didn't and that irked Mila. "What? You don't think I can do it? Don't think I can get him drunk enough?"

"No. I don't. In fact, I guarantee it."

"Why?" she asked, suspiciously. Yuri was brash and he talked a lot of trash, but didn't tend to make guarantees he didn't intend to back up. Threats, yes. Guarantees, no. Mila leaned forward, eyes sparking with curiosity. "What do you know?"

Yuri stood up, fully intending to leave. Mila grabbed at him, her painted nails gripping onto the oversized hoodie, tugging him back. "Tell me," she breathed, eyes intense.

"No. Not mine to tell. Anyway, you're gonna put holes in my hoodie with your talons, baba. Let go."

Pressing her lips into a tight frown, Mila let Yuri go, watching him race off to the back of the onsen. She was intrigued. Rising, she slipped towards the hall, listening. For too long nothing happened, and the lure of her half finished danish was waiting. Giving into the siren's call of sugar and carbs, Mila sat back down. She was three decadent bites in when she heard Yuri again.

"Yeah, and then go to the marketplace, see what we can find that's cool. You need to add color, you know?" Otabek made a non committal sound as he slipped his leather jacket on with a snap of his wrists. "Umhum me! Anyway, there's this new - "

"Hey, Otabek," Mila cut in, smiling bright. "I have a question for you." The man's dark attention turned fully to her. It made her shiver in interesting ways. Flicking a glance at Yuri, drinking in his obvious distress, she smiled. Poor boy was so nervous she could taste it. "How do you feel about singing?"

"In what capacity?"

"Mila..." Yuri warned.

"As in singing. As in words in a song come from your mouth."

"Expain."

Mila flicked another glance at Yuri. He was livid, but silent. Wait. Was he actually afraid? She didn't intend to scare him off, just tease him a little. No backing out now. She eased into it. "I was talking to JJ -" The look on the Kazakh's face went from politely attentive to something foreboding in a second. He remained silent. "... and he was saying that you... You know what, never mind."

Otabek's expression cleared as much as someone with no expressions could. He dismissed her with a nod, turning his attention back to Yuri. They left to go do whatever they had planned for the day, neither saying a word until they were out of earshot. Mila sat there, contemplating what just happened.

"What's with the long face," Victor smiled as he dropped down next to his fellow skater. "You look like someone gave you the blues. Is it the danish? So good," he touched his stomach. "So bad," his hand on his thigh, blue eyes intently piercing into Mila's.

"Umhum, Mr. Never-goes-off-diet. The big bad danish did it to me."

"Never go off diet? Victor?" Yuuri smiled as he sat down, placing cups of steaming tea in front of himself and the silver haired man.

"You have deets! Gimme!" Mila beamed, her fingers curling in and out rapidly.

"I'm allowed to treat myself," Victor cut in. "I am going to be a married man. I will need my energy." This bold statement caused Yuuri to blush a lovely shade of decadent thoughts.

"Oh sure. You're gonna 'work it off'," she teased. Yuuri tried to hide himself in his sweater. It was adorable. Then it hit her. That hoodie was much too big for Yuri. She'd seen it somewhere before. "Oh. My. Gawd!" Her head snapped around, mouth agape, as she stared at the door.

"What?" Yuuri said, peeking out from his sweater.

"That was Otabek's hoodie! Yurio just straight up said it was his."

Victor grinned. "Yes. I noticed."

Mila snapped her head back around to the two men at the table with her. With her, and with secrets. She must know! "Tell me everything!"

Yuuri, sensing Victor about to drone on speculatively, spoke quickly. "It's a hoodie, Mila. Is it really such a big deal?"

"Not a big deal?!" Victor squealed.

"YES!" Mila barked, hands slapping on the table.

Yuuri ducked into his sweater a little more. "I mean..." Clearing his throat, he bit his lower lip.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah! None of that, my delectable little piggy. You'll chap your lips again." There was something suggestive in the way Victor said those words. Mila rose a brow, eyes sparkling.

"You guys get your dance number figured out?" she asked. As much as she enjoyed the blatant flamboyance of Victor's love life, she didn't need to see it played out to the farthest end before she'd even finished her forbidden pastry.

"Oh, yes!" Yuuri chirped, coming out of his shirt now that the subject was safe. "I wanted to go with the classical but you know Victor - "

"I must be true to my muse!" Victor beamed. "I must add an element to shock and excite, or I might die!"

"You won't die if you don't axle lift me," Yuuri huffed.

"I might. You never know. I may languish from shattered dreams. To lift my Yuuri and spin him about like a decadent, lushious -"

"Anyway!" Mila cut in, unsuccessfully hiding her smile. "Finally agree on your song?"

"Umhum," Yuuri said around a mouthful of tea.

"It was such a choice! Classical, yet exciting! Something meaningful. I wanted to have something new recorded, but my Yuuri said we wouldn't have time," Victor pouted.

"Bummer." Mila took the opportunity to trace her finger in a lazy circle, a small sigh escaping her.

"Mila?" Victor asked. She didn't answer. "Mila?" He cried more urgently. "Mila! Miliska! My Mila! You must tell me what makes you sigh so!"

Mila flicked her eyes over Victor, a brief stop at Yuuri to see if he too was interested. With that confirmed, she sat up, hands in her lap like she wasn't about to stir the pot. "It's just... I don't know why you can't have an original song. You'd only need someone to write it, some studio time, and a singer. I'm sure you could get the guy from last time, right?"

"No," Yuuri shook his head. "He's very popular. Something so incredibly last minute? I don't think that's gonna go well."

Victor frowned. "I told you," he said to Mila, his pout a mask of tragedy.

"Well, you could always use someone else."

"Mila," Yuuri warned. "We picked a song, and it's -"

"It's not unique! Just for us! A love song for the ages! Think of it, my Yuuri! What a joy! What a surprise!"

"I feel like you already have the song written, Victor," Mila prodded.

"Yes. He did. Several," Yuuri huffed.

"What can I say? My Yuuri is so inspiring." Yuuri ducked his head, pink from ear to ear.

"Well, maybe you can't have it recorded and processed in time. It's not like you know someone who can actually do that. Remixes, sound boarding. All that takes time." Mila knew she wasn't subtle. But sometimes, with Victor, you just couldn't be.

Yuuri looked at Mila with a blank expression. Victor seemed to be processing. Then he began to glow. "But We Do!" he said, jumping up with vigor.

"We don't have a singer, so it's back to the original choice," Yuuri tried.

"Oh. Yes. This is important," Victor seemed to deflate. Mila knew she could leave it there, see what shenanigans would come from it, but she still owed Yuri for the time he tied her laces in so many knots she had to cut them out of her skates. And all because she'd asked him one too many questions about when his 'best friend' was coming to visit, and if he'd met Yuri's cat yet.

Okay, she might have pressed her luck a little too far by asking if he needed to have the 'talk' in the light of his growing interest in other people's existence as more than potential murder victims - right after being honest about a certain skater's very tight, very lush ass in those jeans, but she'd just bought those laces, and it had taken hours to get them out without ruining her skates!

This was about keeping tally, and by her count, she was behind by one. A big one. "Have you asked Otabek?" Yuuri rose a brow. Victor looked at her with blank curiosity. "Apparently he's rather good at it."

"Yes, Yurio keeps saying he's got talent with the mix boards," Victor said dismissively.

"No, I mean," Mila kept her face carefully neutral, "he can sing."

Yuuri blanched. He suddenly knew what Mila was up to. Victor lit up like fairy lights. "Really? How do you know?"

"You know Isabella? JJ's fiancee? She's actually not so bad, once you get to know her. Helped me try to find Yurio when he went missing that one time. So we got to talking. And of course JJ is there, and he's Otabek's friend. One thing leads to another, and he calls him a 'choir boy'." She could see Victor hanging on every word. Even Yuuri looked invested. "So, you know me, I have to get to the bottom of that. What business does our resident stoic bad boy have being called something like that, right?" Victor nodded emphatically. "Turns out, while he was training in Canada with JJ, his parents - JJ's not Otabek's - took them to some Christmas events, and one of them was a choir for some charity thing. They talked him into singing with them, and the man can sing. Sing - sing. Like, really well. JJ said he tried to get him to play in a band with him, but Otabek refused to do anything more than mix a few tracks for him."

"If he wouldn't do it for JJ, he wouldn't do it for us," Yuuri said, trying to stop the giant stars in Victor's eyes before they caused his retinas to blow out. He didn't need to deal with that before the wedding.

"Ah!" Mila smiled, vengeance for her laces at hand. "But that's JJ. You guys are practically Yurio's ice parents. If you asked Yurio, and he asked Otabek..."

Yuuri didn't know if he quite agreed with that. However once Victor caught on, his whole face was practically swallowed by his heart shaped smile. "Yes! Otabek will do as Yurio asks! He hasn't failed yet!"

Yuuri frowned. "He has said no to him, you know that right?"

"Name one time."

"He didn't take Yurio to that club?"

"That was a legal issue. Doesn't count. Name another."

Yuuri tried hard to come up with even one, but he couldn't. Victor's hands clasped as he jumped up and did a twirl. Mila smiled. Yuuri knew he was doomed.

part 1, part 2

[enruiinas]

        Law frowned as he stared down at the navigator, disregarding her half-feigned anger about being Shambled back to his cabin with a shrug of broad shoulders. He'd figured that was what she'd been up to. Of course it was - there was no chance anyone who'd heard the agreement (not a real agreement, only a lapse in his usual stubborn outrage in the heat of the moment) was going to let it go anytime soon. Least of all Nami.

        In his time with the Straw Hats, Law liked to think he'd learned a few things. How to choose his battles. Never to trust Luffy with a plan. Not to let his near-constant exasperation show because the moment he did was the moment he doomed himself to a lifetime of ribbing over whatever had frustrated him in the first place…

        That was exactly what he should be doing now. If he didn't play into their teasing - if he didn't react like they wanted him to, making the slip more than he'd meant it to be, most of them would let it go in time. Most of them knew that he'd never actually... They had to, right? Nami had to. They might not like the times they spent apart, but that was the reality of their situation, wasn't it? They'd known what they were getting into - that it might not be easy - but their crews were their families. They'd needed each other to understand that before committing to this relationship. Nami was a Straw Hat, Law was a Heart, and they would make that work.

        All kidding aside, and as much as he missed his girlfriend fiancé when they were apart, neither would ever leave their crew. Neither would expect the other to. And so he knew, in theory, that the teasing was all in good fun. If it unsettled him to consider what had happened today, it was only in light of his own thoughts. The ones that had crept in the night he slid a ring upon her finger, when Nami had told him she'd loved him - and that she'd wanted to be with him every day, even if she'd been as scared as she was in that moment.

        The I love you hadn't been the only part of her confession to stick with him since then. Since that night, Law had spent more time dwelling on missing her than he should ever have allowed himself to. If he was uncomfortable now, it was because of the nagging voice in the back of his mind, asking why nots and what ifs with each beat of his heart against hers.

        ❝Shows what you know,❞ Law muttered. Not that that part hurt, of course, but what Nami didn't seem to realize was just how much comfort he found in falling asleep beside her at night. It was one of the many parts that made saying goodbye so hard each time.

        Attempting to shake those thoughts off (they wouldn't change anything. he had to miss her sometimes. he'd known this from the beginning.), the captain leaned into Nami's touch, all too happy to hum approvingly and lose himself in the distraction of her teeth sinking into his lip. ❝But... since you are already here and I did come to your rescue...❞ Mischief crept into his tone, his lips brushing hers before he propped himself onto his elbows above her. Once again, he wrenched the pillow away, tossing it aside like the unwelcome obstacle between their bodies it was. He slid an arm around her waist, appreciating the uninhibited proximity when he leaned in to recapture her lips with his. ❝You could help me sleep in my own bed. All things considered.❞

        He arched a dark brow in a manner that suggested he'd make sure it was worth her while as well - just in case fighting in her honor wasn't incentive enough.

[lost-at-hacketts-quarry]

Dylan Headcanon 9

Dylan absolutely let his Nerd Knowledge™ slip one time and showed his campers the cool "trick" that happens with Wint O Green Lifesavers when in the dark, and they absolutely loved it.

[bell4lan]

Don't Lose a Bet to Kamisato Ayato

Genre: Smut, small amount of fluff

DNI: fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, non-mlm/nblm

CW: Riding, reader wears a skirt + panties, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering

Character(s)/reader: Top Ayato x Bottom Male Reader

You sat in Ayato's office waiting for him to arrive, though you certainly weren't looking forward to it. A couple days ago, you and Ayato played a game of chess. You both are very good at chess, so he decided it would be fun if you guys made a bet. If you won, he'd do whatever you'd like. If he won, you'd do the same for him. You were confident in your chess skills, so you agreed to the deal.

However, you lost. Meaning today you'd have to do whatever your boyfriend wanted you to do. You weren't scared or anything, but Ayato always had some weird schemes up his sleeve so you were a bit nervous about what he had in mind.

The door opened and in came Ayato, holding a shopping bag in his hand.

"There you are. Ready for what I have planned?" He asked as he sat down behind his desk and placed the bag on it.

"I guess...as long as it's not super humiliating." You replied making Ayato laugh softly. He handed you the bag encouraging you to see what's inside. You took it and saw what looked like clothing. You pulled it out to take a better look.

It was a skirt. He wanted you to wear a skirt. That wouldn't be so bad right? It's not like you're going out in public, though even just walking around the estate wearing it would be enough to embarrass you.

"I knew it would be embarrassing." You mumble as you examined the skirt. It was a long skirt, so it wasn't like anything would be showing thankfully.

Ayato smirked at what you said, "I'm glad you like it." He joked after seeing the less than thrilled look on your face. You stuck your tongue out at him and got up to change in the bathroom.

"And where are you going?" He asked while he started doing his work.

"To go change?" You replied as though it was obvious.

"You can change here can't you? Or are you too embarrassed?" He teased looking up at you. You stared at him and started changing, slipping out of your bottoms into the skirt. It was flowy and reached down to your ankles. You couldn't lie, it was pretty comfortable.

"You look adorable." He said as he admired how you looked. His words were genuine, you could tell, but it still felt like he was teasing you.

"Thank you.." You mumbled as you fixed the skirt, feeling your face heat up. Even though it was just you two, you felt super embarrassed. You sat down and decided to watch him work so you could take your mind off your current situation.

30 minutes later Ayato breaks the comfortable silence between you two, "I'm quite thirsty, let's get some boba, hm?" He suggested and stood up.

"Don't you have some here?" You asked not really wanting to leave the office in your current outfit.

"No, I just ran out yesterday." Oh how convenient. You glared at him as he held out his hand to you. You hesitantly grabbed it and got up, following him out of the estate and onto the streets of Inazuma.

Being out in public like this was so much more embarrassing than being dressed like this with Ayato. You held onto his arm trying to not focus on the unwanted stares you got from some people. They weren't at all judgemental, in fact they were mostly curious stares, but they still made you want to curl up in a ball and hide.

"Don't be so embarrassed love, you look very handsome." He whispered lowly as he moved his arm out of your grasp and around your waist. His deep voice made you too flustered to say anything, so all you did was nod and lean into him more.

You both got the boba he wanted and walked back to his office. Once you finally arrived at the door, you opened it quickly and made your way in, not wanting to be out in the open any longer. Ayato smiled as he saw you hide your face in your hands as you sat down.

"Oh love, I promise there's no need to be embarrassed." He squatted down in front of you as he tried to reassure you.

"But it was embarrassing Ayato!" You said refusing to look at him. He gently grabbed your hands and moved them away from your face.

"Fine, I'll let you change, but it'll be something of my choice." He replied, holding your hand in his and rubbing your leg comfortingly.

"Hmm..okay.." You agreed hesitantly and watched as he walked to get another bag. Why does this seem so planned? He had another bag just waiting for you?

"I was going to wait until later, but right now you seem to need a distraction." He said as he handed you another bag. You grabbed it and looked inside.

It was another skirt, though this one appeared to be much shorter and was a lighter color than the one you were currently wearing.

"Is this supposed to make me feel better? It's even shorter." You huffed as you looked up at him.

"Just put it on love, don't worry no one else will see you. I'll make sure of it." He replied. This time he let you change in the bathroom connected to his office.

This skirt was far more embarrassing, especially when he snuck in some womens underwear with it. It barely covered your ass, but it did cover your dick so that was good, considering the panties barely supported it. You stepped out slowly and saw him look up at you in awe. He got up and walked over to you, putting his hands on your waist.

"Archons, you're absolutely stunning." He loved how you looked in the short skirt. He spun you around to get a good look and saw how it barely covered your ass.

"Looks like I didn't get a big enough size." He chuckled as he spun you towards him again. You hid your face in his chest, not able to stand his teasing. He smiled and walked back over to his desk, sitting down and pulling you on his lap so you face him.

"Be a good boy and stay still okay?" His voice deepened as he spoke and he squeezed your plump ass, making a shiver go down your spine. You nodded as you felt your face heat up again, and stayed as still as you could.

Ayato kept teasing you as he worked. He rubbed your ass and occasionally squeezed it like it was some kind of toy. You tried to stay still like he instructed, but it was so hard when he was touching you like that. Ayato moved his hand away and opened a desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of what looked like lube. He popped the cap open with one hand and handed it to you.

"Put some on my fingers." He instructed, so you squeezed some onto his fingers and then put the bottle on his desk. You heard his pen drop onto the hard wood and felt his hand move the panties aside. Cool fingers touched your puckered hole making you stiffen. You felt his finger slide into you with mild resistance making you grip onto his clothes.

Ayato started working again shortly after he started finger fucking you. He now had 3 fingers in your hole and you could barely keep quiet. His fingers were so close to touching your prostate and it was all you wanted.

Ayato felt himself get uncomfortably hard hearing your soft moans, so he pulled out his fingers and unbuckled his pants. The excitement in your eyes from seeing his cock made him chuckle. He positioned you over him and helped you sink onto his dick, groaning at the tightness of your hole.

He put his hands on your ass and helped you move, giving you encouraging squeezes every now and then. You were trying to hold back your moans, because the walls aren't exactly thick and anyone could walk in, but it seems like Ayato wanted you to be loud. He made sure your cock was sandwiched between your clothed stomach and his, providing you stimulation from both ends. It was so hard to hold back when all you wanted to do was scream.

You stuck your ass out and felt him hit your prostate dead on. Your needy moans got louder as his dick kept abusing the bundle of nerves, you couldn't hold back anymore. You didn't care if people heard you, all you cared about was Ayato's cock inside you.

You chanted his name as you rode him, feeling yourself get closer to release. Ayato wanted nothing more than to lift you up and fuck you on his desk, but watching you ride him in such a short skirt was so sexy, he wouldn't dare put an end to this display.

Your body shook as you finally reached your release, cum shooting out onto Ayato's clothes as he fucked you through your orgasm. You slumped against him and felt his cum fill up your hole, making you squirm.

Ayato ran his hands through your hair as you recovered, not yet pulling out because he didn't want to startle you. He saw that your thighs were still trembling and smirked to himself, feeling proud of what he did.

He held you close to him and whispered in your ear. "Are you alright? That wasn't too much for you was it?" You shook your head and mumbled what sounded like an "I'm okay" into his shoulder.

A couple minutes later you tried to sit up and felt something sticky on Ayato's clothing. You looked down and saw that your hand and his suit was covered in your cum.

"I'm so sorry Ayato, I've ruined your suit.." You immediately apologized, but all he did was smile at you.

"It's okay, I can always get it cleaned. It's not too hard to get out." Ayato was just saying that to make you feel better. Semen was hard to get out especially if he waited, but he didn't want you to feel guilty. It was all his fault after all.

He kissed your cheek and finally lifted you off his now soft cock. He noticed how his cum began to drip out of you, so he quickly grabbed the towel he had prepared beforehand.

"Would you like to take a shower or a bath?" He asked as he wiped up the cum.

"Bath. I'm starting to feel sore." Ayato nods and whispers an apology as he finishes cleaning up a bit.

"Don't apologize, it felt good." You said, giving him a shy smile.

"So would you wear this skirt again?" He smirks.

"Absolutely not." You said immediately dropping your smile. He laughed and gave you a kiss which you happily returned.

You wouldn't admit it until later, but you were lying. You totally would wear the skirt again, not only because Ayato seemed to really like it, but also because you felt so hot being fucked in it.

You definitely wanted to experiment with Ayato more often.

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Smut smut smut smutty smut smut.

Idk why I can't ever bring myself to make smut just pure smut, no softness. If I have full control over the plot I'm adding in some fluff idc !!