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As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 8

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing, NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity, Blowjob, Oral Sex.

Chapter 8 Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink.

Wordcount: 2767

Here is my masterlist and AO3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7,

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 8

Sy poured three mugs of coffee, setting one gently down in front of you as you glared at him, he did a piss poor job of hiding his smirk which infuriated you even more;

“SY!”

“I’m sorry honey, but as this is the first time i’ve seen you angry and i know i shouldn’t laugh, but that is the cutest angry face i’ve ever seen”

“It really is” Mike added from the far end of the kitchen table, his feet resting on the chair next to him as he pushed another slice of toast into his mouth.

“No. You; quiet”

Sy pulled your chair out, rested a hand on each armrest and leant forwards;

“I’m genuinely sorry about the surprise of finding a stranger in my kitchen, but you really do have the cutest face when you are angry”

Before you could get another word out he pressed his lips to yours, and your rage dissipated to the point you deepened the kiss, the world slipping away around you until you heard a quiet cough;

“I’m still here ya’ know guys”

You and Sy pulled your lips apart as he rested his forehead on yours;

“I just got a premonition of what it's going to be like in our household in twenty years time when our own smart ass kid can’t take a hint to get lost”

Mike laughed as Sy pulled away and sat next to you, tossing a grape into his mouth from the fruit bowl in the centre of the table;

“Uncle Sy, I just spent far too many hours on a bus to get here, walked cross country so Dad didn’t see me, had to break into your house as you seemingly forgot I was coming. I’m staying here, at least in this chair. If you two wanna go fuck i’m not stopping you”

Sy took a deep breath;

“Jesus Christ, you are just as infuriating as your Dad was growing up”

Mike grinned and you could see the likeness between him and Walter. The dark hair and sparkling eyes, but also the slightly lopsided grin. You could only imagine the hearts Walter broke when he was Mike’s age.

“So Mike…”

“Yeah Sweetcheeks?”

“Why are you in town but hiding from your Dad?”

Mike looked at Sy and back to you;

“He didn’t invite you?”

Sy turned beet red and suddenly got flustered;

“I been kinda busy Mikey, i completely forgot about it if i’m being honest, plus we had other more important stuff going on which is why she’s staying here” Sy looked to you; “It’s Walter’s 40th Birthday this week. Trying to get as many of the old family back together as a surprise”

You nodded;

“Ahh I see. Thus the covert operation of Mike staying with you”

"Precisely" Sy nodded; "So errr… whatcha doing Thursday evening?"

"Nothing as far as i know"

Sy smouldered; "Wanna come to Walter's surprise party?"

You smiled, genuinely feeling relieved for the first time in 24 hours;

"I'd love to" you leant forwards and pressed a kiss to Sy, only for Mike to cough.

"Still here"

Letting out a deep sigh, Sy turned;

"Get used to it kid. I'm crazy about this woman."

After a shower you settled some essentials into the drawer Sy had emptied for you for when you stayed the night again in the future, before packing the rest. As you climbed into Sy's truck he gave Mike instructions to chop a pile of logs ahead of taking a nap, climbing into the driver's seat he smiled at you;

"I can guarantee he'll only do one of the two instructions i just gave"

Laughing quietly you smiled at Sy;

"The nap?"

"Honestly? With Mikey you never know. Even though he has probably been awake 48 hours he is just like a freaking ball of pure energy so he'll probably end up chopping the entire wood pile"

"So, you're the mean Uncle? Putting him to work" You said with jest

Sy laughed;

"It'll be easy for him, he works part time at my brothers sawmill in Portland, he's told me that Mike will literally go out on his lunch break from his IT department and chop through a couple of tonnes of logs just for fun… and posing on tiktok"

You nodded and unlocked your phone, scrolling through instagram until you found the thirst trap reel of Sy doing exactly the same, peeling off his shirt halfway through;

"Oh, you mean like this?" Turning the screen to him and you watched the blush rise through his face to the top of his ears.

“That’s completely different. And is not a thirst trap, it was a hot day”

“There’s snow on the ground”

“I was getting hot”

You smiled;

“It made me hot too” you said quietly, your comment almost immediately followed by a rumble of tyres of gravel where Sy wasn’t paying attention to the road and had pulled onto the verge.

“Whoops”

For the rest of the short drive to your cottage Sy paid attention to the road, pulling onto the driveway as the gravel crunched under the tyres of the truck.

“Never gonna be able to do a surprise visit with this gravel” he commented

“That’s the whole point”

Sy paused as he rounded the truck, considering your answer;

"I had never thought of it in that way. Now it makes sense"

"The fence too, and the roses and briars. Hostile architecture. Anyone tries to climb over the fence its so old and rickety that it's clear it'll fall over, likely tipping you into a patch of thorns"

You unlocked the door and deactivated the alarm, waiting for the three beeps before stepping inside and dropping your bags on the floor. The house was quiet, flecks of dust floating in the beams of sunlight that fell in puddles on the wooden floors. Sy stood in front of you, pulling you into his arms;

"So, what are your plans for today?"

"Lunch with Tam later, and I guess trying to find a gift for Walter?"

"So… no plans for the next few hours?"

You could sense the hopefulness to Sy's voice, and you could feel your body respond to the idea he was silently suggesting. Slipping your hand into his you turned and led him up the stairs, an appreciative hum as he realised you had agreed to his unspoken suggestion.

Stepping into your bedroom you felt like a Jane Austen character about to be ravaged by the handsome suitor, a bang of nerves nudging the arousal from top spot, Sy picking up immediately on your change;

"Are you ok? We don't have to…"

"No, I still want to. I'm just not super experienced in bed. You'll be the second guy i ever slept with"

Resting his hands on your upper arms Sy pressed a kiss to your forehead;

"Numbers don't matter. I wouldn't care if you had been with one or fifty before me"

Hooking his finger beneath your chin he tilted your head to meet his kiss, starting tentatively at first before it rapidly got heated. His hands cradled your face as you pulled his t-shirt out of his shorts, pushing it up his muscled torso. Digging your fingers gently to the wide chest, he pulled his shirt over his head before practically ripping your dress off, his hands moving to cup your breasts, feeling the soft flesh beneath the lace. Reaching around he deftly unhooked your bra with a practised skill, tossing it aside. You dragged your fingernails down his stomach before flattening your palm and slipping it into the waistband of his cargo shorts, feeling the rough bush of hair which his happy trail climbed from.

"I need you so bad" he admitted, taking hold of your other hand to rest against the obscene bulge tenting the front of his shorts.

With a sly smirk you moved your efforts to unbuckling his belt and unzipping him, letting the garment fall to the floor with a heavy thunk where his pockets were weighed down with keys and change. Just as you were going to get your hands back on him he surprised you by lifting you up and tossing you onto your bed, his big hands pulling your panties down your legs before he lay between your thighs, his mouth immediately on your pussy.

“Sy, I need you… I need you inside me”

He looked up and smiled;

“I know Honey, I need to be inside you too, but i gotta loosen you up first, don’t wanna hurt you”

“Ohh” you relaxed and let Sy go to town, enjoying the feel of his wide tongue and soft lips skillfully bringing you to the edge before you came. It was a soft and gentle orgasm, a starter to the meaty and filling main course that would follow.

Sy climbed up your body, peppering your skin with kisses before he settled between your legs. The weight of him was a comfort, thick corded muscle surrounding you at your most vulnerable, safe in the cage of his arms. He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You found yourself instinctively squirming beneath him, the feel of his hardened shaft nestling between your soaked petals.

"Eager, aren't we?" Sy teased

"Please Sy, i'm ready"

Pushing himself up you watched as his positioned the fat tip at your entrance then paused and cursed;

"Fuck… protection…"

Your eyes went wide. In the past you had been on the pill but had stopped that as soon as you'd left James. Without any desire to even consider dating up until Sy you certainly weren't prepared;

"I don't have any…"

"When is your period due?"

"Umm…" now was not the time for your head to be considering your calendar; "By the end of the week"

"Okay… I can pull out, you should be past ovulating, right?"

"'Bout a week ago i had my ‘hungry horse’ three days, so yeah" referring to the short period of time when your appetite suddenly ramped up after you had ovulated.

Sy looked deep into your eyes as if trying to see any doubt;

“Are you sure about this?”

You were so turned on you probably weren’t thinking straight, your pussy making the decisions for you as you hooked your legs around Sy’s butt and pulled him closer;

“I need you inside me now”

“Okay okay, baby, relax for me”

Sy reached down and positioned himself at your entrance, his attention darting between where your bodies were about to be joined and your face, gauging your reaction as he slowly pushed into your welcoming body.

“Holy motherfucking…” Sy cursed as he stretched you out, yet his muttered words floated away as you were overwhelmed by the feel of him inside you.

You hadn’t realised you were holding your breath until Sy pressed a single kiss to your cheek and spoke softly;

“Honey, you’re gonna have to relax otherwise i’m gonna cum sooner than either of us want”

“I am… I'm trying to. I’m just waiting for the pain”

Sy paused;

“The pain?”

“Yeah… when you hit my cervix”

He held himself up on one arm as he softly cradled your cheek with his big hand;

“Oh Honey, I'm not gonna do that. I’m fitting just fine and don’t need to go any deeper, Hell, I ain't got no more inches to go deeper anyway. I’m guessing your ex was longer? And didn’t care that he hurt you?”

You nodded;

“But Sy, you’re not small, James was really long but really narrow…” you smiled up at him; “I like the feel of how thick your cock is, it feels really good”

Sy pressed a single kiss to your lips;

“Oh I'm not worried about my size Honey, I know I got a good deal. Now, how about I make you feel even better? How ‘bout I show you why girth is better than length?”

You smiled at him and nodded, to which he reached his head down and pressed a kiss to your lips before he slowly rolled his hips. You could feel the smooth slide as his cock rubbed against your inner walls, each ridge and vein caressing you whilst the bulbous crown curved up and cushioned against your g-spot. Resting your hands on his muscled back you let pleasure take over, suddenly realising just how skilled Sy was as a lover.

As the senses of summer filled the room you felt a bliss like you had never before. Muted light coming in the windows, the scent of the garden blooms in the air. Birds and crickets in the distance were the only sounds beyond those the pair of you were making. The air was thick and heavy, another summer storm brewing rapidly but the heat only made your lovemaking more intense. Almost every sense was fulfilled except taste, your subconscious deciding to go for the whole set as when Sy rolled his hips and filled you again, you craned your neck and instinctively licked the side of his neck, tasting the sheen of sweat that had appeared on his skin.

“Oh Honey, you wantin’ a taste?” Sy muttered menacingly; “You ain’t the only one”

Gripping your hips he pushed up on his knees, never pulling out of you as he rocked his pelvis, but your ass was resting on his thighs as he widened his stance on the bed. He slid one hand into the small of your back, supporting it as you arched your spine, his other hand resting on the bed beside your head. The angle gave him enough room to continue to fuck you as he kissed and sucked at your breasts, taking a mouthful of titty before switching to the other.

As the room grew darker you could sense petrichor in the air, that impending humidity before a storm broke. Sy growled as he felt your body tightening, and as his sound faded away a rumble of thunder followed as if an answer.

Shifting, Sy straightened his body, kneeling on the bed as he gripped your waist with both hands, rolling his hips with each thrust;

“C’mon baby, cum for me, i’m getting so fucking close, let me see you cum for me”

You were already so close you didn’t need Sy’s words, but as your hands instinctively reached for something to grip onto you felt your fingers straining against the cotton fibres of the sheets as your final barriers dissolved and your orgasm finally crested. Lost on a wave of utter bliss you were in a haze of euphoria, the world around you no longer existing apart from the groans of Sy as he came too.

You missed how Sy watched you in all your beauty, chewing on his lip as he placed his hand over your abdomen and could feel as his cock pumped ropes of cum into you. Thoughts he would never share surged through his mind as he knew gravity would be flooding your widened cervix with his seed, and it was if he could feel the searing heat he’d filled you with warming his hand through your body. Mesmerised by the notion he would see your belly swell over time he was lost in the moment, before you reached for his hand, your palm sweaty;

“Sy… lay with me. I need you to hold me”

As if coming out of a trance he shook his head before tenderly pulling out of you and moving back, setting you softly down before he curled around your body at your side, cupping your cheek and turning you until the tips of your noses met;

“Fuck me, that was amazing” he muttered.

Later you were both showered and redressed, Sy holding an umbrella for you as he escorted you back to his truck to drive you into town for your lunch with Tam. Pulling up to the kerb outside Antonios’ he killed the engine before jogging around to the passenger side, opening the door and holding his hand out for you, smiling kindly when he glanced at your shorts;

“No dress incidents this time”

“I’ve learnt my lesson”

Taking your hand he walked you up to the outside patio where Tamara was already waiting for you, giving her a smile and nod before placing a kiss on your cheek;

“Have fun, i’ll call you later”

The pair of you watched as Sy returned to his truck, smiling and waving as he drove off before Tam rested her elbows on the table and leant forwards;

“So… tell me everything…”

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hotforharrysheart · 2 years

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The Headlands

It was a mild cloudy morning. The clouds moving in the sky made the light through the windows slowly dim and brighten, dim and brighten. You lay in the same position you remember going to sleep in last night, head on Harry’s chest, arm draped across his abdomen. The gray duvet tucked around you both, pillows strewn about the bed.

Harry turns his head toward the windows in his sleep just as a cloud moves away from the sun and beams of light flood the room. His nose crinkles as the light shines on his face. He turns his head to find your hair piled on his shoulder. Rather than push it away, he smiles, dives in and inhales deeply. She smells like the sunshine blinding my sleep, he thinks to himself as he runs his hand along the arm you have draped across him, your skin so soft against his guitar string callused fingers. Eyes still closed he turns his body slightly towards you and places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. His mind fills with what he has planned for the day: Brunch with the Chapman’s at Marcy’s, a little special shopping with Ron, Helen’s gonna take you to the blue cottage for some kind of lesson with yarn, then meet back up. Maybe Ron know’s something about the resorts on the beach, seems like a couple of days on the beautiful beaches of Cornwall would be spectacular during this time off. Anything to get my girl in a bikini…and then out of one…he thinks as he feels his cock wake up. You shift in your sleep, say his name softly and pull yourself closer to him, wrapping your leg a little tighter around his, your thigh tucked against his balls. Damn that feels better than it should, he thinks fluttering his eyes open for the first time. He sees the expanse of your golden skin…the heart shaped freckle on your shoulder…the way your breath feels brushing across his chest…his nipple. Pulling you in tight to him he breathes against the top of your head, "I love you," he mutters.

"Mmmm..." you moan in your sleep and wiggle just a little.

He turns you over in his arms, his body hovering over yours as you snuggle into the warmth of his body not bothering to open your eyes while sleep still calls you.

“Hey beau’iful,” he rasps in a deep, sleepy voice. He kisses your jaw down to your ear. “How ya feelin’ sleepyhead?”

“Mmmm dunno, still sleeping,” you slur raising your eyebrows, but still unable to open your eyes.

His hand runs under your waist and pulls you close to him, “Feel s’good, s’warm, I love ya.”

“I love you, I should brush my teeth,” you say trying to move your head to the side.

He follows your lips until he can reach them with his own. “Me too, wanna kiss ya worse though. Kiss me.” His lips find yours and his tongue licks along your bottom lip causing you to moan and brighten up slightly from your sleep. You open for him and accept his kiss, his desire. Pulling you closer he slots his leg between yours and runs his thigh along your cleft.

“Mmmm...mmm,” you moan into his mouth. Your nipples tighten as he slides down just slightly to get better access to your mouth.

He kisses along your jaw to your ear, “Babe, ya dinna answer? How ya feelin’?”

“I’m good, you’re so warm…” you sigh as he laves your earlobe.

“Are…Are ya sore? Was hard on ya last nigh’.”

“Mmm-hmm, deliciously so…but maybe you can make it better, you think?”

“Mmmmm, think I can do somethin’ ta make ya feel better,” he says squeezing your bum before drawing his hand along your side to your breast. He gently cups, squeezes and thumbs your nipple, “Nipple’s hard, ya cold?”

You pull you head back and open your eyes for the first time, shake your head and say, “No, Harry, not cold.”

He smiles and rests his forehead on yours, “Ya warm?”

“Mmm-hmm, I’m hot and achy…”

“Where’s it ache baby?”

“Hurts lower,” you say closing you eyes and pouting out your bottom lip.

He loves this face, this sleepy-I-want-you-so-much face. “Here?” he says rubbing your tummy

You shrug, “Kinda there, but keep going…”

Kissing down your neck and then back up to your ear, “Does ma baby ache here?” he says running his hand down to palm between your legs.

You nod and stretch your head back taking in a deep breath causing your breasts to push up. He can’t resist kissing your breast and sucking a nipple into his mouth. You break out in goosebumps, your skin feels alive even though deep down your body is still languid with sleep. His hand cupping your pussy, you pull your knee up and out as his leg still has one trapped below it.

“Baby, wan’ ya so much,” he murmurs against your breast rolling over to rest his weight on you as you cradle his hips between your thighs. You can feel his hardness pressed against your slit. Wanting to feel him even closer you raise your knees on either side of him, opening you up enough to feel him pressed against your clit. “Don’ wanna hurt ya, Jezebel. Thin’ ya can take me?”

“Harry…,” you run your arms up his back and into his hair, threading your fingers and eventually fisting the curls, “I love that I have more hair to hold onto.”

“Mo’ ta tug on…love tha’,” he says closing his eyes with a smirk as you tug a bit.

You lean forward to whisper in his ear, “I want you inside me Harry, I’m not too sore, I can take you…I’ll always take you…hurry, honey…need you.”

“Ya wet? Lemme see,” he says reaching between you to slide his hand, his middle finger, through your slit, over your clit and straight inside your channel.

You can’t help but clench on his finger, “Oooo, right there, H,” you say as he finds your g-spot. He rubs the spongey wall and that combined with his weight on your tummy is an exquisite delight.

Lips against yours he whispers, “God, I fuckin’ love it when I find tha’ spot, our spot…MY spot. This place,” he wiggles his finger, “will always be like comin’ home.”

You slide your hands around to cup his cheeks and can’t help the swivel of your hips, “Feels so good,” you open your legs and pulling your knees up even higher chasing even more sensations. “Please, Harry…inside,” you whimper quietly.

He pulls his finger out and positions his cock at your entrance, but rather than push in immediately he holds his cock using the pre-cum to rim the circle of your entrance then just holds there as his wet finger runs gentle circles on your swollen clit. The feel of his cockhead just there, but not inside and the stimulation of your clit has your empty channel rushing with wetness. “Eyes on me, love…,” he says as he presses forward and his cockhead pops inside. You whimper slightly. “’S hurt?”

“It’s a little sore, not gonna lie, H. You’re a big man…and…” you say, then exhale and lift your hips pushing more of him inside, “but, I love this feeling…knowing you’re this close.”

He pushes one arm under you to pull you closer, his other hand pulling yours from his neck so he can thread his fingers with yours and pin your hand to the mattress bent just over your head. You squeeze his hand as he pushes in deeper, his forehead pressed to yours. “’F it gets ta be ta much ya tell me, yeah?”

Your mouth opens slack as he pushes in slowly, the walls of your pussy more sensitive than you expected after last night. “Hahh..ahhhh…mmmm.”

“Tight, babe, ya alright?”

“Yeah, I’m swollen…,” you pant, “feel everything…but I like it when I’m this sensitive, can feel you everywhere. It’s you…it’s you inside me and sometimes it’s still so new…,” you swallow a lump in your throat, “thought about this for so long…”

He presses his lips to yours as he pushes the last few inches in and then flexes his hips pushing in just that much farther. He slants his head to take the kiss deeper. You open your mouth to take his tongue has he slides it into your mouth just like his cock is slid in deep.

“Never thought being inside ya would feel this fuckin’ good…s’wet an’ warm, fit so deep…wrap ya legs ‘round me.” You do as he asks and in the process flex around him, “Uuuuhhh, Christ!” he sputters and pull his knees up close to your bum so he can stay deep. He grinds his hips and swivels just enough to take your breath away. His eyes are wide and so close to yours his face is blurry, his nose tucked against yours, his mouth wide over yours. But unlike other times, he’s trembling…shivering….

“Harry? You ok?”

“Oh baby, I’m perfect, it’s jus’,” he shakes his head, “…jus’ don’ know ‘f ya’ll ever understand how much ya mean ta me…this isn’ jus’ a shag…last night wasn’ jus’ a fuck…this is s’real an’ taday, I…I…jus’ don’t wanna forget these moments.”

You feel the drop on your cheek as you look into his watery eyes. “Just don’t stop loving me, please.”

He pulls out and pushes back in, “Jesus baby, could never….” His in and out movements pick up but stay deep and slow. “’S good?”

“Yes, so good, don’ stop…stay deep just like that…,” you arch your back tightening down on him.

“S’fuckin’ good, s’fuckin’ good on me,” he says just before he steals a passionate kiss then buries his head in your shoulder, his mouth close to your ear. “I love ya, I love ya so much, wanna give ya tha world, wanna make our dreams come true…come on ma love, give it to me, please…wanna feel ya cum on me. ‘m so close, baby an’ I can tell ya are too…’no ya body an’ ‘no ya tummy’s flutterin’ an’ ya tightenin’ on me…”

“Yes, Harry, hahh..hahh…don’ st…stop, IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou…Yes, Yes, Yes,” you say, your whisper going up an octave as you rock back and forth as one entity on the bed.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…FUCK!” he pushes in deep and stills his body shaking and his grip trembling. “Baby, oh, baby, baby…I love ya s’ much.”

“Don’t pull out…please don’t…not yet,” you whisper, pulling and scratching at his back with your free hand. “Don’t wanna lose this feeling.”)

“Shh, Shh…baby, s’ok. ‘M not goin’ anywhere,” he says as your loosen your grip. “’S ok,” he says kissing your cheek and holding his lips there.

You start to relax a little and feel his and your combined cum leaking from around his softening cock.

He slips from you and you whimper at the loss of him filling you up.

“Ya ok baby?” he says searching your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Just promise you won’t stop waking me up this way, means so much to me. I love starting the day feeling your love so deeply.”

He pushes his forehead against yours. “I swear ta ya, Jezebel. I’ll always wake ya up like this…as long as you’ll let me,” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips and running his tongue along your lips.

“Mmmm…” You say as you let him in and his tongue tangles with yours, your fingers once again tugging his curls.

“As much as I’d like ta take ya again, Jezebel we’ve go’ a brunch date wi’ Ron an’ Helen, bu’ fuck, ya don’ make it easy on me do ya?”

You giggle and kiss his jaw, teeth scraping along his stubble. “Probably for the best. I need some recovery time, mister,” you say, pressing another kiss to his neck.

“Alrigh’, give ya time ta recover. Need ya ready fo’ me later.”

You sigh as your tummy flutters. “Let’s get up then.”

He puffs air out of his mouth and gets up causing the cool air of the room to hit your skin and you shiver.

You get up and and follow him to the en-suite and you smile as you ogle him as he turns the shower on.

“Ya gon’ stand there an’ stare or are ya gon’ join me in the shower?”

“Why can’t I do both?” You ask, coming up behind him, hands caressing his swallows. You kiss between his shoulder blades, admiring the feel of his muscles under your lips.

He closes his eyes. Gonna be hard to keep my hands off of her, he thinks.

“I know what you’re thinking, H.”

“Ya do?”

“Mmmm…you don’t have to keep your hands to yourself…just keep it Rated R instead of NC-17.”

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “C’mon Jezebel,” he says pulling you into the shower.

After a very steamy shower filled with an even steamier makeout session, you’re both ready and he grabs your hand as you walk out the door to your pink cottage and down the sidewalk into town and finally into Marcy’s Cafe. You close your eyes in contentment at the smell of warm baked goods and coffee.

Harry can’t help but smile at the blissed out look on your face. He spots Ron and Helen and he leads you through the cafe until you get to their table.

“It’s about time you got here,” Ron says after you all exchange greetings.

“It’s his fault.”

“It’s her fault.”

You and Harry say at the same time.

“Oh, you two!” Helen says, giggling.

Harry kisses your forehead. “We’ll, we’re here now an’ it’s good ta see ya. Ya hungry?”

They both nod and Harry signals to the waitress that you’re ready to order.

“So whaddya girls go’ planned?” Harry says taking a final sip of coffee after you’ve all eaten.

“I’m teaching our sweet girl how to crochet,” Helen says.

“Is tha’ righ’?”

You nod. “What’re you two up to? That’s the question!” You say, looking at Harry expectantly.

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “‘S a surprise, woman. Promise ya’ll know soon enough,” he says, kissing your temple.

You hmph. “Let’s go Helen and leave these boys to their secrets.”

Helen giggles. “Oh, Ya’ve done it now, Harry.”

He smirks, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Can I get a kiss befo’ I go at least?”

You cross your arms over your chest. “I suppose,” you say and kiss him on the cheek.

He rolls his eyes as Ron and Helen giggle.

“Go on, sweet girl. Give him a real kiss goodbye. We’ll be right outside,” Helen says, getting up and dragging Ron out of the booth with her.

You smile and turn back to Harry. “Helen’s orders,” you say leaning in and pressing your lips to his.

You don’t want to stop kissing him but the Chapmans are waiting so you reluctantly pull away. “I’ll miss you. Go ahead and do your secret errand and I’ll see you later,” you say against his lips.

You slide out of the booth and he follows you through the cafe and out to the sidewalk.

He and Ron watch you and Helen walk down the sidewalk towards the blue cottage.

“So wha’ kinda shoppin’ are we doin’ today?”

Harry stuffs his hands in his back pockets. “Ring shoppin’.”

Ron smiles. “So ya gon’ put a ring on our sweet girls finger then?”

Harry nods. “Yeah. Wan’ a ring from a local here.”

“Ya could get a ring from anywhere. Why here?” Ron asks, scratching his head.

“Cornwall means a lot ta us. I rented the pink cottage for our first trip here an’ ever since it’s been our special bubble. The ring needs ta be from here.”

“I understand. There’s a jeweler just down the way. His family has been here for generations.” Ron smiles. “I’m proud of ya, young man,” Ron says throwing his arm around Harry’s shoulder. “Thanks Ron. Appreciate it.”

Ron introduces Harry to Declan who owns the shop.

“What’re ya lookin’ for?”

Harry puffs air out of his lips. “I need an engagement ring and wedding ring.”

“Well, congratulations are in order then!”

Harry smiles. “Only if she says yes.”

Declan laughs. “Ya go’ me there, Harry.”

“There’s somethin’ else. I don’ know if ya know who I am, bu’ I need this ta be confidential. This can’ get out ta the press.”

Declan sighs. “I know who ya are. Recognized ya as soon as ya came in. We keep our selves ta ourselves ‘round here,” he says moving to the door and turning the sign around to closed. “Now, let’s pick out a ring fo’ the lucky lady.”

“Thank ya.”

Declan pulls out a tray of rings and sets it on the counter. “Wha’ kinda ring do ya think she migh’ like?”

Harry furrows his brows. There’s so many, he thinks.

“Platinum or gold might help us narrow the selection down,” Declan says gently.

“Gold. Definitely gold,” Harry says licking his lips.

“Perfect,” he says as he removes the current tray and pulls out two more.

“She’d wan’ something unique…no’ ya typical ring.”

Declan smiles. “Ahhh yes!” He moves to another counter. “Come this way.”

Harry moves to the other counter as the shop owner pulls out three trays of rings.

“These are our more unique designs. Some beautiful Art Deco designs as well.”

Harry’s eyebrows go up. He remembers you talking about your love of Art Deco when you were in Prague. “Show me the Art Deco rings.”

Declan removes trays and then grabs another tray and places it on the counter.

Harry picks up several rings placing them on his fingers imagining each one on your finger. He’s narrowed it down to two. “It’s one of these. No’ sure which one yet. Can ya hold these fo’ me until I decide?”

Declan smiles. “Of course, sir,” he says, placing them in a velvet bag. “Excellent choices. I know she’ll be pleased whichever one ya choose,” he says sticking out his hand.

Harry shakes his hand. “Thank ya. I should know by tomorrow.”

“That’ll be fine. You’ll have to tell me her ring size so I can size it properly fo’ ya.”

Harry nods.

“Pleasure ta meet ya, Harry.”

Harry chuckles. “Nice ta meet ya. Thank ya fo’ everythin’. I’ll be in touch.”

“Have a nice day. Ron,” Declan says, shaking his hand.

“How d’ya feel?” Ron asks as they walk down the sidewalk to the blue cottage.

Harry smiles his biggest smile. “I feel great. Hey…do ya know a resort place wi’ a beach?”

Ron smiles. “I know jus’ tha place. C’mon, let’s go see our girls, yeah?”

Harry smiles. “Can’ wait.”

Meanwhile, you and Helen are deep in conversation back at the blue cottage.

“Alright, sweetheart, I thought it would be good idea to start out stitching a simple Afgan. I love the mindlessness of just a half-treble stitched blanket, it’s simple and works up pretty fast. And if you wanna find some wool you like for a more complicated project we can work on when you are we can do that as well. But I made you a quilted bag for ya to carry your wool and hooks in and you can take this with you to work on while you travel. I know ya busy with your podcast, which by the way, I’m looking forward to the next episode of your “Alone in Denali Park” series, Ronnie and I are dying to know who is the secret witness that finally came forward, and that Detective Brown, he’s just…amazing and,” Helen cups her hand next to her mouth, “he has a very, um…sexy voice.”

You can’t help but cackle at Helen’s cuteness as Helen blushes furiously at her own comment.

“Anyway, ignore me, honey, I know ya busy, but you will find when you have some thinking to do, if you pick up your hook and wool and begin stitching, you’ll be settling in with a clear head and next thing you know you have your thoughts straightened out and a project completed. I have a really beautiful ombre wool that I think you would really love, reminds me of the sunset.”

Helen takes you to her craft room and pulls out the most beautiful burnt brick red to peach colored ombre yarn that absolutely looks like the sun setting on a warm summer day. “Helen, this is gorgeous! You sure you don’t mind me using it?” you exclaim throwing your arms around her neck.

“No darling, I think it’s perfect for your first project. This is a 4 worsted-weight yarn and you’ll use a size 6 hook. Here is a Boye hook, they’re my favorite and this is the one I learned with and it will be the one you use to learn with…it’s yours honey, I want you to have this bag of wool, this hook and these stitch markers. Now normally you have a pattern to use, but because we are doing a simple blanket, I’ll just teach you the basic half-treble stitch and you’ll use it over and over, row after row, until you have a blanket the size you want!” Helen is beaming with excitement and joy to share her talent with you.

“I’m so excited, this is gonna be so fun for times while I’m on a plane, or in a car, or waiting sat atop a sound box while Harry does his rockstar thing,” you kid.

“Ya gonna be great at it. So first we make a magic loop, like this…good job…then ya gonna make a chain of 180 stitches this will be the width of your Afgan. To chain you grab the yarn with the hook, yarn over like this and pull through, and we’re gonna do that 180 times. Sounds like a lot, but ya’ll be surprised how quickly they add up and once you have this chain made and a couple of rows completed, you won’t have to count the stitches.” After a bit you have your 180 chains made using the beautiful wool. “Great job, Ok, love, now ya just count back one stitch, put your hook in here, just like that…great job, then yarn over, pull up a loop, yarn over again and pull the loop through all the loops on your hook. Perfect! Ya did it and ya just gonna do that all the way down the line, then once you get to the end, you are gonna chain two and flip your work.”

Your eyebrows furrow in concentration as you make a couple of attempts with Helen’s guidance before finally getting the hang of it. Before you know it and hour and half has gone by and you have two rows completed on your blanket. “Helen! Oh my goodness, I just finished the second row and it’s already looking like a blanket!” you squeal with excitement at your creation that doesn’t look anything close to a blanket in reality.

Helen giggles and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Yes, love, it does and ya’ve done a fine job! I’m so proud of how quickly ya’ve picked this up; keep going, darling,” Helen says pushing her glasses up her nose and taking a closer look at your stitching. “So, how are things going with you and Harry? You two making it alright while you’re travelling?”

“Yeah, it was hard to get used to, but I’m settled and we’re making it work pretty well, if I do say so myself. It’s not easy, but we’re doing quite well. Poor Harry, he had this blackout night planned for us at the cottage, but he had no idea I was terrified of the dark, it’s never really come up until the lights just went out yesterday and I kinda freaked on him,” you say with a shrug.

“Honey, have you always been afraid of the dark?”

“Yeah, but mostly just having to move around in the dark…I don’t like stumbling around and having to feel my way through a room, dunno exactly why, but I think it has something to do with my childhood. I’ve been having a lot of memories flash through my head lately about my parents,” you say with a sigh.

“Well, my love, those things tend to creep up sometimes if they were really emotional moments. I know even now, all these years later, I still think about the baby boy Ronnie and I lost when I was seven months pregnant. I almost died when we lost Daniel, and then to find out I could never get pregnant again, I thought I might’ve wished I had died. But my Ronnie wouldn’t have let that happen. It’s best not to run from those memories, it’s best to face them, feel them and work on making them something precious rather than nightmarish.” Helen looks up to find tears rolling down your cheeks, “Oh, honey don’t cry, all things happen for a reason and our baby Daniel is always with us, he’s in the butterflies that swarm my garden, the Hydrangeas that bloom and a little bit of him is in you and Harry and what love you have brought to our lives. I just hope you know you can talk to me about anything, anytime and whenever you’re ready. I love you sweet girl, you and Harry are my babies now!” she says leaning down from her rocking chair to where you are sitting crosslegged on the floor to kiss your forehead.

“Hey Doll!” You hear Ron call out from the open half-door in the front room.

“Hi Ronnie, we’re in Daniel’s room!” she calls out as she rises to go find her lover.

Harry spots you on the floor and walks over, joins you on the floor, leans in to your neck, “Hey doll…” he whispers through a smirk.

You giggle and shrug your shoulder at this tickle of his breath, “Hi honey,” you say goosebumps on your neck. “Look what I made! It’s a blanket!”

“Oh wow, tha’s a really tiny blanket, babe…,” he teases.

You giggle, “Well, it’s gonna be a blanket, what do you think?”

“I love tha colors! ‘S like a sunset…” he comments.

“I know right?!” you say smiling at him.

“Where’s my kiss?” he says nuzzling his nose along your ear.

You turn your head and capture his lips as he brings his hand to your cheek to deepen the it. He’s leaning forward into your body when you almost fall backwards.

“What’s gotten into you mister?” you say pulling away and looking over his shoulder glad that Helen and Ron have left you alone.

“I jus love ya an’ ’m happy.”

“Well, I love you and I’m so very happy too.”

“Have a surprise fo’ ya, but ya need ta go pack a bag for a couple of nights and we have somewhere ta be by three p.m.” he says searching your eyes.

You wrap your arms around his neck, “Ooo, I do so love your surprises!”

“Good! Can ya take this with ya?” he says looking down at your hook and wool.

“Yes, Helen made me a bag to carry it all in. She’s so amazing, I love her so much, Harry!”

He looks behind him and then back to you, “Hey, who’s Daniel?” he whispers.

“I’ll tell ya about him later. Lemme gather this up and we can go get packed up.”

All gathered up, you both head out the door of the room looking for Ron and Helen. You find them locked in desperate lovers embrace, Ron’s hand on Helen’s bum, pulling her close and Helen with her fingers threaded in the graying hair on the back of Ron’s head.

Harry’s hand falls from the small of your back to your bum where he squeezes and you giggle causing them to break apart. Helen swiftly turns to the kitchen counter and Ron looks over with a wink.

“Kid’s…” Ron says nodding with grin.

“Yeah, we were abou’ ta head out,” Harry says through a smirk while you bite your bottom lip.

“We’ll keep an eye on things, you two enjoy y’selves an’ we’ll see ya back on Friday, yeah?” Ron says sliding his arm around Helen who’s blushing.

You both giggle at catching Ron and Helen canoodling as you walk down the sidewalk, arms around each other. You feel your phone buzz and you smile slyly to yourself and bury your face in his chest. He may have surprises but you have one on the way too.

You’re standing in front of your duffle on the bed shaking your head because you don’t even know what to pack. “H, what all do I need? I don’t even know where we’re going!”

He comes up behind you and you jump as his hands land on your hips, lips sliding down your neck. “Don’ need much. A casual dress, a fancy dress, and a teeny (kiss) tiny (kiss) bikini (kiss).”

You lean back into him and smile. “Where’re we going?”

“‘S a surprise bu’ I think ya’ll like it.”

“Mmm…I have a surprise too via parcel so I can’t leave until it gets here, that alright?”

“Wanna get there as soon as possible, bu’ yeah.”

You’re both packed and ready to go, duffels at the garage door and you’re sitting on the couch side by side scrolling through Instagram, keeping tabs on your friends and family.

Finally you get the notification that your package was delivered and you get up and go to the front door and grab it and place it on the table by the door. “Sorry that took so long. You ready?”

He stands up slowly. “‘S’ok, Jezebel. Like you, it’ll be worth the wait, ‘m sure,” he says smirking.

“It will be, promise,” you say, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Let’s go.”

It’s not a long drive and you enjoy the smell of saltwater as the Range Rover moves down the windy road to the shore, his hand warm on your thigh, burning up your skin through the material of your sundress.

You gasp as you see it. The Headlands. It’s a gorgeous resort sitting right on the beach and you’re not sure you’ve ever seen something so beautiful. “Here?! We’re staying here?!”

He smiles and pulls your hand to his mouth and kisses it. “Jus’ fo’ a couple of nights. Thought we could enjoy the beach, maybe go out on a yacht, get ya naked as much as I can,” he says pressing another kiss to your hand.

He drops the car off with the valet, the porter loads your duffels, and he grabs your hand as you walk through the doors.

“Are you here to check in?” A perky woman says.

“Uh, yeah. Reservation under Twist. Edward Twist.”

You love that he gives Robin’s last name. He would love that, you think.

“Of course, Mr. Twist. Your cottage is ready. James will show you the way and please feel free to contact us if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” he says as James says, “right this way, sir and madam.”

James opens the French doors to your suite and ushers you both in to a beautifully decorated room. It’s colored in antique white and cottage blue floral toile patterns with cottage/nautical shutters a big beautiful king poster bed with ornate ten foot upholstered headboard. The bathroom features a giant built in bathtub, detached double head shower stall with cedar benches, a giant double vanity and it’s own walk-in closet with cosmetic vanity. But best of all is the view from the balcony of the beautiful Fistral Beach. The cool breeze off the water sweeps through the room. Surfers are out catching waves and sun bathers are out catching rays both on the beach and around the beautiful outdoor pool. Two middle age women are setting up two massage beds on the balcony and a bottle of champagne is chilling along with a crystal bowl of cut fruit.

“The spa is setting up for your afternoon appointment, Mr. St..err..Twist,” James stutters nervously. “I’ll place your bags in the closet here. There are extra towels and blankets and a change of bedding in the closet. We have stocked your room with bottles of water and a variety of drinks, juices and snacks, as well as complimentary spa robes and slippers and a private selection of beach towels. If you need arrangements for anything, golf, surfing, water sports or day excursions, please feel free to contact me as I will be your personal concierge for the entirety of your stay at all hours. Here is my card, please contact me if you need anything,” James rattles off fidgeting with his jacket buttons.

You look over at Harry with pleading eyes and lean up to whisper, “Harry put this poor boy out of his misery, he knows….”

“James, sounds like ya aren’t from around here, am I right?” Harry comments with a side smile.

“No sir, I’m from Toronto.”

“Great people in Toronto…very friendly, kind and dependable people. Know we can count on ya ta be professional an’ maintain our privacy, can’ we?” Harry says pulling out his wallet.

James puts up his hand shaking it, “No need, sir, I understand and am bound professionally and…personally, to keep the privacy of my guests, you can rest assured that your stay will completely confidential.”

“Thank ya James, we appreciate you treating us the way you would want to be treated if you were in our shoes,” you say grabbing Harry’s hand and cuddling next to him.

“Yeah, thanks James, ‘s appreciated. Hey, umm…we’re interested in an overnight excursion out at sea, are any of the yachts at the dock available fo’ private parties an’ can we make arrangements for ya ta accompany us? Would rather keep this as private as possible an’ ‘s been my experience tha’ tha fewer people involved the easier it is ta control tha’,” Harry says squeezing your fingers and kissing your temple.

“I’m sure I can make that arrangement. I will get right on that and leave you a message regarding the details on your room voice messages. Any particular requests you might have just send a message via email to the email on the card by midnight and we can make every effort to accommodate you.”

“Won’t need much, nothin’ extravagant, ‘no it’s short notice, jus’ want some private time in the sun,” Harry says sliding his arm around your waist.

“And some sunscreen, if you can find us some, I didn’t pack any, didn’t expect to be in the sun.” you chime in.

“I will deliver some as soon as I get a bottle from downstairs, eh?”

You smile at him, “Thank you so much!”

“If that is all, I’ll leave you to your massages, please feel free to contact me for anything, no request is too small, I’m dedicated to you for the length of your stay…err, Mr. Twist.”

Harry reaches out to shake his hand, “Thank ya James, I’ll show ya out….”

As Harry walks him to the door you hear him tell James that he will find a nice cash tip waiting for him in an envelope at the end of your stay. You smile to yourself. It’s hard for Harry to find a place on the planet where he won’t be recognized, thankfully he can pay to have some privacy since he can’t exactly be afforded it otherwise.

You stand looking out the sliding door when Harry wraps his arms around your shoulders and resting his hands on your collarbones. You reach up to wrap your hands around his forearms. “That’s a sweet thing you did for him back there, H. You could tell he didn’t know what to do when he realized who you were.” You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck. “Think we can trust him?”

“I hope so, seems like…,” he says leaning down to kiss your ear. “No’ gonna worry abou’ it. Let’s go get our massage.” He says swatting your bum.

You both head to the bathroom to strip down and put on the fluffy white robe provided by the hotel. Well, it takes several tries to get the robe on because wandering hands keep you both distractedly occupied. Finally you make it to the balcony and Harry helps cover you as you stretch out face down on your massage table, then he pulls the sheet over himself once he gets on his own table. You lie with your head to one side rather than buried in the massage table headrest, just because you both want to be able to see each other.

“Thank you for this, H.”

“Ya welcome, babe.”

“I love you.”

“Love ya too.”

Forty-five minutes goes by and you’re both turned over and the ladies are finishing up your shoulders and collarbones. You feel like a bowl of jelly, head cocked to one side, you can’t keep your eyes of each other. Harry reaches out to grab your hand and squeezes. You try to ignore the other woman’s hands as they press, knead and rub on Harry’s shoulders and down to his pecs. He catches your eye and winks as you have the same treatment. You bite your bottom lip and raise your knee and lay it over your other leg. Her hand rubs over his nipples and you try not to draw blood on your lip, but every instinct in you can’t keep your eye from wandering to her face. She better damn well watch herself, you can’t help but think to yourself. Your hips squirm slightly and an unconscious furrow forms between your brows as you look on.

Harry grins and tries to hide a chuckle as he clues in to your thoughts. “Ladies, can ya ‘scuse us, please. Thank ya…appreciate it.” The ladies make their way out through the room and out.

You can’t help a giggle that erupts as you pull the sheet covering you over your head, embarrassed at being busted with jealousy. Harry is siting on the edge of his massage bed smirking at you.

“I’m sorry…” you say from below the sheet, then put your hand over your eyes over the sheet.

He laughs his breathy laugh. “Wha’ are ya sorry fo’ love?” he asks tongue in cheek.

“Harry! Stop…I’m embarrassed enough…”

“Ya do look good in envy green…” he teases before he steps forward placing one hand to the side of your head and leaning forward to pull your sheet down from your face.

“It’s just….she….she touched my swallows….and these,” you say running your hand up his chest and over to circle his nips with your middle finger.

“Yours, huh?” he says leaning down to place a smug kiss on your lips.

You nod your head and rock your knee to one side.

“Tha’s right…your’s… an’ don’ forget it…,” he murmurs against your lips as you cup the side of his neck. “Do som’thin’ fo’ me?”

You can tell by his low, raspy voice and the thickness of his accent, it’s gonna be something very enjoyable. “Anything…,” you reply biting the side of your lip.

Leaning down close to your ear, “Go kneel on tha bed facing tha headboard, stretch ya hands up as far as ya can along tha wall,” he runs one hand down the inside of your thigh to your knee over the sheet, “Keep these knees spread, understand?”

You gulp looking into his eyes dilated with desire. “Yes, I understand.”

“An’ babe, I like ya a ‘lil possessive…it’s cute on ya…,” he says before he boops your nose, “but ya don’ hav’ ta worry, ‘m yours and you’re mine…tha’s how we work.”

You sit up and slide off the table wrapping the sheet around yourself, looking over your shoulder as you walk through the sliding door away from him. You’re suddenly jerked to a stop when your sheet gets caught on something…you look down to find him standing on one corner.

“Well? Go on, love…don’ need tha’ thing…,” he says nodding toward the sheet.

You drop your arms and saunter toward the made bed. Maintaining eye contact with him, you toss the throw pillows to the floor with a smirk and pull the duvet back and down and crawl up on the bed sucking in your lips as he crosses his arms and watches from the balcony. You face the headboard and make quick work of stretching your arms along the upholstered wall and spread your knees. Your breasts slightly leaning against the wall. Looking over your shoulder you watch as a stark-naked Harry, locks the sliding door. You switch shoulders eying him as he walks behind you to the bedroom door to click the deadbolt. Swallowing a gulp you turn back toward the wall and lean your forehead against it fluttering your eyes. “God…” you mutter to yourself knowing this is going to be intense.

Crawling on the bed behind you mirroring your position, he slides one hand around to your tummy using his free hand to pull your hair to one side, “Mmmm baby, such a good girl… ya gon’ lemme make ya feel good now tha’ ya all relaxed, hmm?”

“Yes,” you answer leaning your head to one side so his lips can find their way to the sweet spot just below your ear. Your body floods with arousal and covers in goosebumps.

“Love ya body…this body tha’ holds me close…soaks me…cum’s s’beautifully fo’ me. Ya skin’s so soft,” he says smoothing his hands down your thighs and back up to your tummy and farther to cup your breasts. “Sensitive?” he asks as he rolls your nipples between his thumb and forefinger while he kisses your shoulder. “Can smell ya…ya wet fo’ me?”

You nod then roll your head back against his shoulder, mouth gaping open and eyes closed. He ruts his hips into your bum.

“So hard…,” you whisper and start to pull your hand down to grasp him.

He gently catches your wrist and places it back up on the upholstered wall. “Leave ‘em, Jezebel. Wan’ ya ta be very still fo’ me, yeah?”

You nod your head, “Yes, Harry.”

He begins kissing across your shoulders, dragging his tongue along the way. His hands gently run down your sides as his tongue traces your spine. “Love ya s’much, wanna make ya feel good…wanna taste every inch of ya…,” he says between kisses as he crouches down to kiss your lower back and down farther to the tops of your bum cheeks as his hands grip your thighs. “Ya ok?”

You drop your head back, your hair tickling the skin on your back. You feel yourself vibrate with arousal.

He leaves you for only a few seconds as he lays down and positions his head between your knees and wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling you back slightly so he can look up the front of your body.

He turns his head and kisses the inside of your thigh. His green eyes meet yours as you look down at him. “Ya know wha’ I wan’,” he mutters before he places a closed mouth kiss to your clit. “So pretty, baby,” he says bracing his one hand on your waist and sliding one up to finger the bee tattoo under your breast, “Wan’ my honey….” He lifts his chin slightly, enough for him to place a sucking kiss to your pussy lips, first one side then the other. You back bows at the sensation, “Know ya love this.” He uses a flat tongue to lick a thick stripe up the seam of your pussy before tenderly kissing your swollen clit.

“Hahh…Ahhh-Ah…” you cry out scratching at the upholstery. You hips buck slightly away, the sensation intense.

He points his tongue and follows the seam again parting your lips and circling your clit over and over.

“Har…ry!” you whisper-sob out.

He slides one of his big hands up past your waist to spread his fingers out and brace your lower back. The other cupping your bum cheek. “Mmm- taste s’fuckin’ good…can ya spread out even more fo’ me?” he asks holding you up as you settle wider.

“Feels so good, H.” you whimper and buck your hips on his face.

“There ya go, take wha’ ya wan’, ma love…”

“Suck my clit, Harry…” you beg looking down at his eyes and slicked back hair between your knees.

He sucks hard on your clit and your waist falters at the feeling but he holds you upright. Your fingers are scratching down the wall as you moan and groan in a high-pitched voice.

“I’m falling, H…I’m falling…”

“I’ll catch ya, baby, promise I’ll always catch ya, let go…jus’ let go…”

You let go as a soft orgasm over takes your clit and your thighs shake and your hips buck.

Harry pulls his head back and turns over onto his hands and knees. He pulls your hips with him, and you walk backwards on your knees until you can fall forward onto your hands. On your hands and knees facing the headboard, he kisses your bum cheeks. “’M not done, hold still…”

He spreads your bum cheeks so he has access to your pussy from behind, “Wan’ more honey, wan’ ya drippin’ fo’ me…”

You arch your back, belly down to angle your pussy toward his touch, towards his tongue. He licks another stripe from your clit to your hole before he rims his tongue around your entrance. “So wet baby…”

His thumbs are holding you open so he can get the best access to your clit.

“Mmmhmmm…mmmm…HarHarHarry…” you chant as your feel yourself flood with arousal.

“Wan’ ya ta cum on ma tongue, swee’heart…my swee’ baby…cum on ma tongue…” He encourages voice muffled as he buries hs face in your pussy.

His hand slips and his thumb runs across the rosette of your bum, he pulls his face back, but doesn’t move his hand, instead he runs his thumb around the very sensitive nerves and watches for your reaction.

You swivel your hips and cry out, “Oh!” as you jerk forward.

He places his lips to your bum cheek and whispers, “Shhh…Shhh…Ya alright…Shhh…” he coos as his thumb softly circles where you’ve never been touched before. “’S good?”

You swallow hard, “Yeah.”

“You wanna stop it?” he asks closing his eyes.

“N…n…no…,” you mutter.

His thumb runs up and down the sensitive area…and you’re surprised how wet you get at the stimulation.

“Babe, ya drippin’, so fuckin’ sexy…Jesus!” He holds his thumb still just applying gentle pressure to the rosette.

“H..Harry…I need to cum….I need you inside me, please!” you whine.

He pushes his thumb just slightly so that the tip of his digit is inside where only he has ever been. The nerves are so raw and sensitive that you feel your tummy flutter, it feels way better than you ever imagined, but that’s not where you want him right now “Fuck me, H. Please, I’m begging…fuck me deep.”

“Did s’ good for me, Jezebel, ‘m gon’ fuck our spot. C’mere babe, ride me…wanna see ya face,” he says as he turns over on the bed and helps you to straddle his hips.

You lean down bracing your hand on the pillow behind his head and kiss him passionately, slipping your tongue inside his mouth. He’s frantic to suck on your tongue and then nibble your bottom lip. He reaches down to pump his cock up toward you and his pre-cum trails down your tummy as he positions himself at your entrance. You break apart panting, “You ok?” you ask searching his eyes.

He smiles, “Fuck yeah, I’m perfect. Wan’ inside ya…How abou’ you? Ya good?”

Panting, you smile and nod, “I’m good…” you say as you push your hips down on him, then close your eyes and groan…”Jessssus, Harry.”

You lean back and rest your hands on his knees. He’s so deep at this angle.

He’s looking down where you’re connected and biting his bottom lip. He runs one hand down your sternum and tummy to the spot, “So god damn wet. Go’ me soaked.”

You flex your thighs and bum and move up and down on him keeping him deep inside, your flexing muscles holding him tight and steady. “Babybabybabybaby…” he chants as he feels you clenching down on him tightly. “I can’ hold it, love, I’m gon’ cum….come on, baby, come on…”

You reach down and use your middle finger to circle your clit and it’s just enough to put you over the edge. “Harry! I’m cumming…AHHHHAAHHH…AH…AH…!” You start to pull off it’s so sensitive.

“No!,” he pulls you down on him and holds you tight as you feel him twitch and fill you with his cum. Your body is pulling toward him, you need to get as close to him as possible. You fall forward with a thud on his chest breathing rapidly as he runs his hands up and down your back. You shiver and he pulls the sheet up from the sides to cover you.

“Ya warm enough now, babe?”

“Yeah,” you smile tucking your arms under your body between your chests, your breathing evening out.

“Ya fall asleep on me, Jezebel?”

“Nah, just very content…satisfied…” you admit raising your head to kiss his chin.

“I love ya.” He says cupping your cheeks “Ya ok wi’… everythin’ we did?”

You blush and grin shyly, “Are you?”

He chuckles and murmurs as he holds you gaze, “I asked ya firs’, bu’ ’ll answer, ‘m so ok wi’ wha’ we did ‘s long ‘s ya liked it. Babe, ya body fascina’es me an’ ‘m fuckin’ crazy abou’ makin’ love wi’ ya. Mean, did it feel good?”

“Yeah, I mean,” you bury your face in his chest, “Yeah, it did feel good, but did you…like did…it turn you off…I mean, it was an accident at fir…”

“Ok, honest, yeah, it fuckin’ turns me on…Ok. It was a happy accident…I’ve never wan’ed tha’ wi’ anyone else, but, baby, wi’ you…” he interrupts.

You smile, “well, I never thought that’d be something I’d consider, but with you I find myself feeling adventurous and sexy and very, very horny….for….things I never thought I’d be interested in…but I want you to enjoy and if you say you do, then let’s… keep…going with it…”

He nuzzles your neck, kissing your ear, “Like tha sound of tha’.”

You kiss his chest, “you know Harry, they say that for a guy to be stimulated that way…I would love to make you feel as good as you make me feel…,” you trail off, nipping his nipple and then holding his stare.

“I mean, I’ve heard abou’ tha’… hav’ never…bu’ am open ta it if you are?”

You lean forward and kiss his lips, “I’m interested…curious about all the ways I can make you feel good.”

He smiles, “Ya always make me feel good…I love ya, I love ya so much.”

About that time your stomach growls and you drop your forehead on his chest embarrassed. He chuckles, “Well, sound’s like ma girl is hungry! ‘S a good thin’ ‘cause I have a date planned fo’ us tonight…some dinner, dancin’…maybe a walk on tha beach? Whadda ya thin’?”

“Sounds divine…” you coo while propped on his chest.

You get ready as fast as you can. You chose to pack a slinky black velvet dress with long bell sleeves and a short skirt. The material twists at the bust and there’s a cut out from under the breasts to the waist with two velvet straps crossing over your skin. You picked it because the cutout is just under your breast

and your initial and bumblebee tattoo is visible. It’s gonna drive him crazy and you can’t wait to see his face. You slip your feet into your black velvet wedges and step out into the bedroom, leaning against the door jutting your hip out and biting your red lip.

He’s sitting on the bed and looks up at you, his eyebrows go up and his mouth drops open. His hands run up and down his thighs, fingertips digging in his skin. “Jesus Jezebel…ya look fuckin’ amazin’.” He cocks his head and furrows his brows and puffs out a breath. “I can see ya tattoo,” he says getting up and moving to stand in front of you.

“Why I picked this dress.”

“Fuck…ya no’ playin’ fair, but ya look amazin’.” He licks his lips. “Think ma two orgasms a day regimen I put ya on is workin’ out pretty good fo’ ya,” he says smirking as he kisses your cheek.

You giggle. “Thought it might be the dress or the workouts, to be honest,” you say hands running down your breasts and to your tummy. He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Ya may be right Jezebel, but still think great sex looks beautiful on ya.” He purses his lips. “I know I look good on ya…got to the pics ta prove it ta.”

You blush. “Yeah you fucking do.”

He chuckles. “Ya ready?”

“Mmmm…let’s go.”

He grabs your hand as you walk to the concierge desk. “Ah, there you are! We’ve been expecting you both. Right this way.”

“Thank ya.”

“I take it your stay at The Headlands is to your satisfaction so far?”

“Yeah, s’perfect,” Harry says, squeezing your hand.

“Excellent,” he says, leading you into the dining room and to a secluded corner of the room and pulls out your seat for you. “Enjoy your meal. Please contact me if you need anything.”

You both thank him and then you’re left to enjoy your dinner.

You’ve had a sumptuous meal and dessert and now you’re sipping your after dinner tea and coffee. You’re not talking out loud but his eyes are telling you everything. It’s the way he can have your heart racing and blood boiling just by looking at you. His eyes caress your body from head to toe and it might as well be his touch from the way it affects you. You take another sip of your tea as your cheeks burn.

You’re finally done and he grabs your hand and leads you to the ballroom/nightclub. You go to the bar and he orders something you can’t hear. Two shot glasses land on the bar, shots are poured, and he picks them up and hands one to you. “Cheers Jezebel.”

You tap your glass to his. “Cheers,” you say and you both down the shot.

“Another?”

You nod and then another shot is thrust into your hand. “Cheers!” You clink your glass to his again and down the shot. You smile as you slam the shot glass on the bar. You’re feeling good now so you grab his hand and pull him to the dance floor. You push him into a booth close to the floor and run to the music booth.

He watches as you say something to the DJ and he nods. You come back and stand in front of him, eyes boring into his and wait. You smile when the current song ends and bite your lip as the first chords to Justify My Love by Madonna are heard through the speakers. You watch him gulp as your hands move slowly down your throat, your breasts, fingers running over your tattoo before moving lower to your tummy and down to your thighs. You watch as his throat bobs and he licks his lips. As the chorus starts, you raise your arms and then move them back down your body while mouthing the lyrics: Wanting/needing/waiting/For you/to justify my love/Yearning/burning/For you/to justify my love

You turn around and move your hips from side to side, picking up your hair and slowly let it fall back down, hands moving down your sides. You look back at him over your shoulder and smirk.

He tucks his lips in his mouth and then as you turn back around, he slowly slides his hand to his cock and squeezes, maintaining eye contact.

You smile and sway your hips again as the final chorus plays and you mouth the words at him, your hands running steadily back and forth over your tattoo.

As soon as the song ends he stands up and moves right in front of you and moves his hips into yours, grinding into you as another song starts up.

You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands move to your waist. “So hard for me, H. Can feel you through your trousers,” you breathe against his lips.

“Fo’ you, Jezebel. Only fo’ you.”

You lean up on your tiptoes, “You ready to get outta here, mister?”

“Yup, ya gon’ have ta do tha’ again fo’ me, bu’ wi’ a lot less clothes,” he says against your mouth then bites your bottom lip and pulls away with a pop. He grabs your hand and pulls you away from the dimly lit nightclub and to the lift. If looks could dissolve your clothing, you’d both be stark naked waiting for the lift doors to open. You can’t keep your eyes from roaming up and down his face as his dimple deepens with the smug smirk on his face. His trousers’ tented with his erection and not an ounce of a fuck to give on his face. As soon as the doors open you step inside, and a younger couple walks up just in time to attempt to step in with you.

“Take the next one,” Harry says pulling a one hundred pound note from his pocket and handing it to the young man.

“Thanks man,” he says and looks to his date with shock.

The lift doors close, “Harry!” you giggle. “I can’t…” he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you, “believe you did that! What is with you and elevators!”

“Jus’ wan’ ya alone. Don’ even wan’ ta share the elevator space, ‘sides gotta monster hard-on fo’ ya at the mo’,” he says grinning as he looks down your body. He slides his hand inside the opening of your dress and down the front to where your red silk panties are soaked. When his fingers touch the wetness he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath before slowly breathing it out his nose, “Fuckin’ hell…wet…ya like rilin’ me up in public doncha,” he whispers as he leans his forehead to yours.

You brush his hair over his ear, “I like that I turn you on, feels…powerful….”

“Oh, ya have ma turned on…always turn ma on…sometimes it hurts,” he says palming his cock over his trousers.

“Ding” the lift indicates your floor and he rolls his eyes…

“Jesus…” he whines, actually whines like a kid who’s just been told no to eating his favorite candy.

“Aww, honey, we’ll be in the room before you know it,” you coo running your hand down his chest and sauntering past him with an exaggerated sway to your hips.

He looks to the heavens for help as he follows. Passing you by and grabs your hand and takes long strides to get to your room.

“Harry! Know you’re a man on a mission but wait for me!” you giggle.

He swipes the key card and swings you into the room and around into his arms as the door slams shut. “Wan’ ya ta dance fo’ me again…same song, an’ take ya clothes off while ya do it, yeah?”

He finds the song on his phone, puts it on repeat and sets it on the bedside table. He slips his shoes off and takes a seat in a chair in the sitting area as you stand before him. He unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way and leaves it hanging as he relaxes back. “Go on, Jezebel,” he says smiling and bumping his chin up for emphasis.

You drop your clutch on the bed and walk to him, close enough to stand between his spread legs. You begin to sway to the music and run your hands up and down your hips and sides.

You swivel your hips to the beat and mouth the words to the chorus. You slowly tease the shoulder of your dress off and turn to the side to rest your chin on your shoulder and bat your lashes at him before you bend over and smooth your hands down the back of your legs, giving him a glance of your red satin covered pussy.

“Red…” he murmurs as he cocks his head down trying to get a better glimpse.

You stand up and run your hands up through your hair letting it drop back onto your shoulders. You push first one shoulder then the other of your dress off and pull your arms through. Going braless tonight under the thicker fabric made sense and now, it has added a sensual sensation to your nipples that has you on edge. His eyes on your chest you pull the dress down to your waist and his inhale is audible.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans, “Tits are s’perfect.”

“These?” you ask coyly as you cup them and push them together.

He crooks his finger toward you.

You walk to him and lean forward both hands on his knees, your breasts dangling down in front of him. “Did you need something, sir?”

He shakes his head with a smirk, “Killin’ me, love, turn around,” he says twirling his finger.

You turn around and begin to rub your hips on his lap, as he reaches around to smooth his hands up your thighs. “Not supposed to touch the dancer, H.”

“Oh, baby, touchin’s allowed in this establishment, in fact, it’s necessary fo’ proper satisfaction…”

You lean back and run your hands up your breasts again and thumb your nipples as he watches over your shoulder.

His hands work their way to your dress at your waist and he starts to tug it down past your panties to a heap at your ankles.

You stand before he gets a chance to get his hands on your breasts causing him to huff and grip his knees shaking his head.

“Tease…”

You toss the dress to one side, leaving you in your red satin panties and velvet heels. You slowly step back toward him and reach for the cuffs on his sleeves to pull his shirt off. Bending down you unbutton and unzip his pants. He lifts his hips as your pull his pants and boxers off, his cock popping back up on his tummy. You step backwards so you can take in the sight before you. Biting your bottom lip you shake your head, “You are a sexy, sexy man, Harry Edward Styles.”

He nods toward your panties, “An’ you are a sexy, very wet woman…ruined those panties. Ya like dancin’ fo’ me?”

You bite your forefinger and nod, “Yes, I do.”

“Mmm-hmm…good ta know.”

He sits forward, stands and stalks toward you as you step backward. He goes down to one knee, then the other in front of you. Burying his nose in your panties he inhales deeply. Then looks up your body to your eyes, “I love ya so much.”

You card your fingers through his hair, “I love you too.”

His fingers work their way into the waistband of your panties and pull them down and you steady yourself on his shoulders as you step out off them. He tosses them to the side, “Wanna kiss ma cunt…taste ma honey.” He runs his hands up your thighs and uses his thumbs to hold your lips open so he can place a kiss on your swollen clit. His eyes roll up to yours as his tongue darts out to lick it. “Mmmm…, so sweet, taste so good, baby. Lips are s’swollen,” he presses his middle finger deep inside your wet channel, “feel s’warm…can feel ya heat. Body’s ready ta be fucked…, mmm…jus’ go’ wetter…love how turned on ya get.”

You moan in response, eyes meeting his.

“Look babe,” he leans back on his free hand, his other hand between your legs, finger deep inside you, “Look how hard I am,” he says as you both look down to where his cock stands straight up as he’s leaned back on his ankles propped on one hand. He removes his finger and you gasp. He leans back on both hands and bucks his hips up, “C’mere babe, sit on my cock, wanna fuck ya jus’ like this.”

You place a foot on either side of his hips, “Take the heels off.”

“You don’t want me to leave them on?”

“Nah, love, wan’ ya comfortable, an’ steady, wan’ ya ta feel good, don’t give a fuck abou’ tha heels.”

You crouch down on the balls of your feet in squatting position over him balancing your hands on your knees. Propped on one hand he uses the other to guide his cock to your entrance and then he bucks his hips up into you to the hilt. You suck in a deep breath and slightly lose your balance causing you to reach one hand for his shoulder.

Catching his eye he smirks at you, “Ya good?”

“Don’t stop, please, H, don’t stop!”

He bounces and swivels his hips up and down thrusting into you over and over as you hold still. “Eyes on me, Jezebel,” he grits out through a clenched jaw. “Eyes (thrust) on (thrust) me (thrust) while I fuck ya. So fuckin’ tight, can feel ya grip me…!”

“H…H…Har-ry,” you mouth falls open, eyes rolling back “it’s so deep…Ah! Ah!” you fall back on one hand unable to keep your balance, but the angle in this position, hits right on your g-spot. “Whoa!”

He’s got both his lips in his mouth as he concentrates on thrusting inside you as your wetness floods around his cock and dribbles down onto his balls. “Jesus Christ, love, no’ gonna last…no’ gonna last…no’ like this…touch y’self, get y’self there wi’ me!” he demands.

You reach around to circle your clit as he shifts his eyes between yours and the place where you’re connected.

“Gonna cum, Harry, gonna cum…eeehhh ahhh, hahhh…hahhh!” you fall back on both hands still crouched on the balls of your feet.

“Unnnngghhh,” he thrusts one last time and hold deep his abs and thighs quivering and a groan rips from deep in his chest.

“Fuck, baby, here,” he pulls up on his knees and helps you rest back on your back. He straightens your legs and you grimace, “’s that better,” he says massaging the backs of your knees. He laughs a breathy laugh, “Thank god fo’ the yoga….”

You can’t help but giggle and whine at the same time, “Oooo, that’s gonna smart tomorrow,” you say bending and straightening your leg over and over trying to work out the cramps. “Totally worth it though, my god, Harry,” you say resting your hand on your tummy and closing your eyes, “that was amazing.”

He crawls forward over you keeping his weight all fours over you. “You alive, my love?” he says doing a push up to get down to kiss your sternum and then up to meet your eyes.

You nod and moan your reply.

“Come on Jezebel, let’s get ya in bed, we can cuddle.”

He helps you up and you stop to run to the restroom. He brushes his teeth as you finish up and takes his turn as you brush yours and take your make-up off. You’re rubbing lotion on your hands as he crawls in bed and pulls the duvet back for you to crawl in. You rest your head on his chest and smooth your hand on his pecs as he gently scratches your back.

“Thank you for bringing us here, I mean, I’m just as happy to be in our cottage but this is so amazing,” you say looking out the sliding door at the moonlight.

“Welcome, baby,” he says kissing the top of your head.

You look up at his face, “Are you happy, Harry?”

“So fuckin’ happy, babe. Are you?”

“Never been happier, never felt so complete and satisfied, never felt so loved,” you sigh. And it’s all true, you’ve never been happier and never felt more complete. There is however a small niggling part of you that wonders if this happiness is what is bringing on the memories of your parents. Are you finally getting so comfortable that the memories are starting to surface? You know what happened to them, you know you were there, you’ve just shoved it all so far down that it feels like something brand new bubbling to the top of your consciousness. You shake your head trying to shake the thoughts.

“Ya ok? Ya went silent on me?” he asks raising his head to look down at you.

“Yeah, just tired, I suppose.”

“Let’s get some rest, can’t wait ta take some time out on tha sea tamorrow. Mmmm…all tha tiny swimsuit to see…”

You giggle. “One track mind,” you say shaking your head and kissing his chest.

“I love ya, baby.”

“I love you too.”

He rolls over and you snuggle into his back. I love you little spoon, you think to yourself as you press a kiss between his shoulder blades and close your eyes.

#the headlands #original content #harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #friends to lovers

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Joyrider

(Welcome to another warm-up writing piece. cw for mild body horror)

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The mall food court doubled rather nicely as a battle-dome.

It fit the bill: a flat and circular arena, crowned two-stories up by a hemisphere of glass windows which lapsed iridescent in the maelstrom of ecto-fire.

Spectator chairs sat empty, hastily shoved back and knocked over by the Amity Park mall patrons who knew to leg it at the first sound of explosions and the first sign of the atmosphere tipping dark. Admittedly, the patron evacuation took longer than Danny anticipated, and he backed himself into a corner playing defense for the 50 some-odd people who, worn-out on the every-day mundanity of ghost alarms, took their time gathering belongings, or shutting off burners, or working in a few last bites of a burger.

So with the crowd gone and the stage their own, Danny found himself pressed back against a vat of french fry oil, hands braced against the handle of a broom he held out horizontally, which the ghost gripped with equal measure and shoved her full weight against.

“Oh, why not take a little dip, Ghost Boy? I hear the water’s nice.”

“No thanks,” Danny answered, shoving harder. “I never was much of a hot tub guy. You on the other hand—”

Danny set a foot forward and pivoted, body fueling the torque as he spun the broom, and tore the ghost with him, a pirouette to swap their spots and jam the ghost back-pressed to the fryer.

“—you seem like you’d like it hot.”

The ghost barked a laugh, jaw stretching lower and loose than Danny was comfortable with.

“Ha! You sure? Not very heroic of you to deep fry this girl I’m possessing.”

Danny faltered. His grip slipped. His blood chilled to ice as the information clicked in place – as he recognized the sensation of a ghost talking through someone. This wasn’t the ghost’s own form. This was some girl. How had he not felt—

A blast took him by the ribs. Danny doubled over, immediately kicked back. A foot found contact with his face, driving him down, until the girl’s wet and slippery fingers pinned him down by the wrists.

Danny strained. He could pivot his wrist a fraction of an inch left or right, but he could not break the hold.

“Get off me!”

And a voice answered from behind him.

“I can help with that.”

Danny craned his neck. Upside down, vantage point from the floor, he registered Sam’s combat boots slam into focus. She bent to one knee, a bazooka locked on the other. It charged, whined, and erupted with an explosion of green light.

The ghost shrieked. It took only an instant of resistance before the ghost tore cleanly from the girl possessed.

“Now if you don’t mind me—” Tucker, by the voice. Danny heard the whine of a Fenton Thermos heating up. “—I’d officially like to change my order from fries to soup.”

The beam burst forth, and the writhing, shrieking, yelping form of the exorcised ghost clawed and scratched in Danny’s direction before the thermos consumed her in full.

“Really? ‘Fries to soup’? Even Danny can do better than that.”

“Hey,” Danny answered.

“I was thinking on my feet, Sam. I didn’t hear any witty quips from you.”

The conversation fell away from Danny’s focus as the full human weight of the possessed girl dropped down on him. Gently, Danny gripped her by the shoulder, lifting her as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

“Your parents’ anti-possession gear is getting good. I don’t think I’ve seen an exorcism work that quickly.” Sam’s voice, now at his side. Danny glanced over, finding her kneeling beside him. “Is she hurt?”

Danny gave the girl a once-over. She was pale, cold, lips seeping blue. A mottled, blackish bruise spread across her temple, partially hidden beneath loose red bangs.

“I don’t… totally know. I didn’t land any hits on her, thankfully. But who knows what that ghost might have done. We should call an ambulance.”

“On it,” Tucker, from behind.

“Do you… do you think the bazooka might have hurt her?” Sam asked.

Danny shook his head. “Mom and Dad have blasted each other with that thing a hundred times. Dad got himself possessed by the box ghost for a trial run. It doesn’t hurt people. …Maybe she just needs a minute.”

“Lay her down, maybe?”

“Good idea.”

Danny eased forward, careful in his movements. Something about his grip slipped, sliding loose and rolling forward, and she fell unceremoniously from his arms, shoulder knocking ground as she lay there partially turned on her side.

“Danny!”

“Sorry! I didn’t—something slipped!”

“Well don’t leave her like—” Sam gripped a hand to the girl’s shoulder, weight behind her wrist to roll the girl fully onto her back. Sam’s hand froze, and then yanked away.

“What?” Danny asked.

“That didn’t feel right.” Sam only stared down, her hand hovering, twitching in increments. “Way too cold… and loose.”

“Loose?”

“Danny, look at her hands. What’s wrong with her hands?”

Danny looked. The skin stretched and wrapped the bones of her fingers as if rotated partway around. Her fingernails sat off-center, twisted around and bunched up like a glove. Sam’s hand came back into view, and she clamped it to the girl’s wrist.

“It’s like jelly. Danny it’s like jelly. Why is she this cold? Danny, I don’t think she’s—”

Something new caught Danny’s eye, a purple discoloration peeking out from the bottom ruffles of the girl’s shirt. His hands seemed to move on their own as he reached down, and pinched the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it back.

Black bruising consumed her torso, caving deep and bloating, pruning around the trails of heavy stitching that ran along the tracks of surgical cuts carving through her abdomen.

Danny yanked his hand away as if burned.

“Danny, she’s not breathing.”

The rest of Danny’s thoughts drowned in the swelling wail of the approaching ambulance siren.

…

Outside the Fenton Portal, green lighting doused the only part of Danny’s form not hidden in shadow, and danced with the fire of his glowing green eyes. Danny uncapped the thermos in his hand, and he trailed his thumb along the eject switch.

A new consuming green light belted forth, lasting only a moment until it vanished with a twin-braided ghost in its wake. The ghost blinked, smoothing over her hair and pulling the ends of her braids over her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s the Ghost Boy again. I thought you’d just throw me back in the Ghost Zone. Are you interested in a round 2?”

“No, not interested,” Danny answered, tone colder than ice.

“Yeesh, you’re quite sour. No more puns?”

“Why were you possessing that girl?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you possessing her?”

The ghost blinked, green portal light mixing murkily with her purple eyes. “No particular reason. It was just a joyride.”

“A joyr—she was dead.”

Another blink. “Yeah I know. She was sitting in the morgue. She was in like a car crash or something and they already took all her organs. They didn’t need her. And I was gonna give her back, but you had to go and make it a whole thing.” The girl swooped forward, eyes wide and roving over Danny. “You seem mad. Wanna call a truce?” She stuck a hand forward. “I’m Melissa, by the way.”

Danny jolted, eyes flashing brighter. “No, you’re not. That girl was Melissa.”

“Oh for real?” Melissa let out a chuckle. “Crazy coincidence. I like don’t even know that many Melissas. Anyway truce?”

“No.” Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “You were possessing the body of a dead girl and you made me fight her! Don’t you see how that’s—that’s so—how fucked up—that you’d even—”

“Well I mean, I didn’t make you fight me. You made that happen. I was minding my business.”

“Doing what?”

“Shopping. Why else would I take a body for a joyride? I stole some cute clothes to wear. Stole some food to eat. Oh! That outfit I was wearing when we were fighting? Yeah I picked that out. She was in like a hospital gown when I found her. Super cute improvement right?”

An ectoblast sounded and connected with the wall behind Melissa, missing her a foot to the right. Danny’s hand glowed, and his eyes focused with a razor sharpness.

“Stop talking like that, okay? It’s pissing me off. I need you to tell me you know this was fucked up.”

Melissa put a finger to her chin. “I mean I guess stealing is kinda wrong. They were all like, big box corporate stores don’t worry.”

“The. Dead. Body.”

And Melissa fell silent a moment, violet eyes probing deep into Danny’s before widening. “Oh. Oh you’re like for-real mad about that. Like actually. I thought you were like, making an ironic joke.”

“Why the hell would I be joking about this??”

Melissa cocked her head to the side. “Well because you’re doing it too, duh. Like, duh.”

A huff of air cut against Danny’s teeth, an involuntary noise, incredulous, a guffaw he didn’t consciously make. The jelly sensation of decomposing flesh was back under his fingers. “I am not—would never—I’ve never even seen a dead body before this thing with you and I’d never in a million years even think for even a fucking second that I’d want to possess a dead body. What’s wrong with you?!”

Melissa bobbed a little in the air, ends of her braids trailing over the straps of her ephemeral sundress. “See this is why I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. What are you talking about? You’re doing it right now.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “The black-haired boy whose corpse you’re possessing. Why are you allowed to do it?”

Danny froze. He laughed, heavy, with an uncomfortable force. “Myself, you mean? I’m not possessing myself. I am myself. I’m a half-ghost.”

Melissa met his laugh. “Oh what? No way like, that’s your own corpse? How’d you even get back to it in time? That’s crazy lucky like you must have died right near a portal or something.”

An involuntary shiver traced down Danny’s spine.

“…I’m not dead.” His eyes shifted around, and Danny dropped to the floor. He set a hand against the wall, throwing on the lights to the Fenton basement. Rings swept around his form, green iridescent eyes sweeping blue, white hair seeping black. “Look. Literally look at me. I’m not dead.”

And Melissa swooped closer. She set a finger to her bottom lip and hovered a foot in front of Danny, drinking him in. She swept to the side, like a swimmer in the water, sweeping around him in a full arc. She edged closer and pinched her fingers against the exposed skin on Danny’s arm. He flinched.

“Oh wow there’s like, not even any decay or anything. Your human brain even feels like it’s working it’s all like, electro-magnety. How long were you dead before you got back to your body?”

“I didn’t die.”

“Then what did happen?”

“I got shocked by the Fenton Portal, okay? It was just a lab accident and it gave me powers.”

“Oh. Oh.” Melissa’s eyes shot wide. “Oh you didn’t die near a portal… You died in a portal. You didn’t even have to get back to find your body at all. You must have appeared like practically on top of your own body. That’s crazy lucky. That’s so lucky. Your body was like, probably only dead a microsecond before you hopped back in. No wonder it’s so well-preserved.”

Danny swatted her away. “You’re not listening to me.”

“You’re not listening to me.” Melissa floated backwards. “What do you think is more likely? A bajillion ecto-volts somehow gave you superpowers that exactly mirror everything a regular dead ghost can do? …Or you died, and became a regular old ghost, and did what any regular old ghost can do, which is possess a freshly-dead dead body?”

“…I’m half-ghost,” Danny answered, human heart pounding in his chest. “I know what I am.”

Melissa bobbed back, feet pointed backwards until the soles of her feet skimmed the matrix of the portal. “I see you’ve made up your mind. That’s alright. But it was still pretty mean of you to accuse me like a big hypocrite like that.”

“I’ll destroy you if you ever try that again.”

“Oh I’ll try asking permission next time okay? Promise.” Melissa’s feet sank into the surface of the portal. “But, before I go, I’ve just got one more question to leave you with.”

“Go.”

“Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?”

“Go.”

“Maybe you’ll have an answer for me next time I see you. Byeee!”

A spark of white erupted from the portal, consuming, absorbing, and fizzling out as Melissa’s form vanished into the ether beyond.

…

“Hey! Yo! Danny, come check this out!”

Danny rounded the stairs, unsocked feet creaking the floorboards with each step. Danny yawned, and blinked, and rubbed at his bruised eyes with the sleeve of his pajama top.

“Still asleep? That’s fine! You don’t have to do anything. Just come over here and look at what your old pop’s been up to.”

Danny entered the living room, where Jack sat hunched on the couch surrounded by an arsenal of power tools, rags, oil, soldering equipment, and scrap metal. From beside him he hefted a bazooka into view.

“This is the Fentonzooka 3.2.17. Amped up and equipped with all the latest in ghost-busting and human-saving technology.”

Danny blinked. “3.2.17?”

“Yep. This baby’s got 17 bug patches, tweaks, and internal improvements since the 3.2.0. The 3.2.0 was the advent of the snack compartment in the side. Look!” Jack spun a dial, revealing a chamber half-filled with pistachios.

Danny only stared.

Jack hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder. “Even better, Mads and I finally got rid of the last little sting humans feel when it’s fired. It’s now completely 100% harmless to humans. It feels like the breeze from a standing fan when it hits ya.” Jack turned, and he aimed the barrel at Danny. “Wanna try it out?”

Danny stood, and Danny stared, and Danny said nothing.

What might happen when it hit him?

Would it hit like the gentle breeze of a fan? Wash over him like air conditioning? Tingle cool and pleasant against his human fingers, human face, human skin?

Would it do something else?

Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?

Jack eased the bazooka a bit off center, pulling his eyes away from the sight. He stared directly at Danny. “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

Danny stood.

Danny stared.

Danny wondered if he’d have an answer for Melissa the next time he saw her.

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanfiction #long post #this idea is actually from uhhhhhh probably like 2 years ago #back when i was still in the midst of not being able to write anything so #stuck this idea in the microwave for this warm up fic

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omg-imatotalmess · 3 years

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Speed Demon

Hey guys! So, our new anon, Peach anon, sent me an absolutely god-tier idea, and I got a little out of control thinking about it. Thank them for this messy little thing. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: No but based on an ask

The ask: hi i found ur blog recently and i LOVE your work and wanted to shower u with love and affection <3 <3 <3 and maybe also... a headcanon?? anyways roadtrip with boys are so fun to imagine like i have this hc that draco is such a nervous wreck in cars and it translates into passenger driver ("careful, careful!! that semi is switching lanes!" "draco i am sIX CARS BEhiND IT") nfdjhgjs anyways imagine getting so fed up you just reach over (1/2 peach anon claiming peach right now its MINE :D )

(2/2) and start palming at his cock switching btwn just resting ur hand on him and making him try to fuck up into you fist he'd be grabbing the little handle above the door and finally shut up literally the second after you let him come though it's like four seconds of happy peaceful silence and then its "love, steady, you're speeding a bit" anyways ty for doing all that you do ilysm :)

Warnings: Smut, hand jobs, don't jerk someone off while you drive, mild cum eating, sub!draco, dom!reader, swearing(?)

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The muted drone of the weatherman on the radio filled the near silence of the car. Draco didn't ever talk much when you drove. For a man that enjoyed taking road trips as much as he claimed to, he certainly didn't like being in the car. You didn't mind much, though. You were just happy to spend the time alone with him. Even if the only time he broke the silence was to yell about your driving, which, to be fair, was often enough.

"Slow down! Why are you so insistent upon getting us killed?" Draco snapped, digging his fingernails into the seat.

"Draco, my love, my sweet, I'm already going under the speed limit. Try to relax a little," you said. The huff from your passenger seat reminded you why everyone had insisted that you and Draco take your own car. No one else could put up with him. Especially not with the kind of amusement you could.

"I'll relax when you stop trying to kill us," he said. But, then again, even you had your limits.

"Do you want some help, love?" you asked.

"Help? What do you mean help?" Without looking at him, you lifted your hand from the wheel, resting it lightly on his thigh. You gave it a firm squeeze. Though he didn't say anything, you found yourself enjoying watching him squirm in your peripheral vision.

"You know, help," you said cheerfully.

"You're driving," he hissed.

"You don't seem to mind much," you teased, laying your hand over his slowly hardening cock.

"Watch the road!" he snapped as a truck switched lanes several cars ahead of you. Despite his command, he bucked his hips up, grinding into your palm with no shame. You smiled. Draco could be so stubborn when he wanted to be. No matter how badly he wanted this, he'd probably just keep complaining about your driving until he couldn't anymore.

"I am," you said.

"What if you-ah-get distracted?" he asked.

"I'm just letting you use my hand. Keep it down and you won't bother me," you laughed.

"But what if--oh," he cut himself off with a groan as you popped the button of his pants and snaked your hand underneath.

"Shhh, just enjoy yourself, baby boy," you soothed, grinding the heel of your hand gently against the head of his cock. The whiny moan that reverberated throughout the car made you strain to keep your eyes on the road. You would have loved to see the face he was making just then, but you told him you wouldn't get distracted. Instead, you settled for rubbing him teasingly just to make him squirm.

"(Y/N)," he groaned.

"Hmm?" you hummed.

"Please."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want," you said, glancing over your shoulder as you switched lanes.

"I want more," he muttered.

"I thought you wanted me to concentrate on the road," you teased. With a groan of frustration, he rolled his hips into your barely moving hand.

"(Y/N), take pity on me. I'm already in this screaming death trap," he whined. You laughed, giving him a rough squeeze through his underwear. A choked groan told you all you needed to know. All he wanted was attention. That was likely why he'd been complaining so much in the first place.

"Alright, alright. Take your cock out for me then, baby," you said.

After a second of shuffling, you felt him push himself into your waiting hand. It never took much to work him up, and you were grateful for it. You loved seeing him hot and leaking for you pretty much as soon as you started playing with him. Swiping your thumb over the slit, you smiled as the wetness there smeared with your touch. He bucked impatiently at the soft attention. It wasn't what he wanted. Pulling your hand away for a second, you spat into it before beginning to jack him at a torturous pace. It wasn't a substitute for lube, but Draco didn't seem to mind any.

A quick glance at your passenger told you that he was just enjoying the sensation. He could have been anywhere for all he seemed to care. It was almost like he'd forgotten about the car entirely. One pale hand gripped the seat under him while the other grabbed the handle over his head to steady him as he thrust into your hand. Like a man unhinged, he drove up into the tight circle of your fist practically unassisted. You doubt he really minded the lack of real lube.

"That's a good boy," you praised, switching back into the other lane. "I bet you feel so much better now that you have something to keep you busy."

"Yes! So much better!" he moaned.

"I know being my good boy always helps you relax," you said. The car in front of you swerved and cut off the guy in the other lane, who blared his horn. You slowed slightly, glaring at them.

"Always! Love being your good boy." Draco's voice was so earnest and sweet, all pitched up like that.

"And you are such a good boy, Draco," you said.

Little punched-out noises rippled through the car, overpowering the drone of the radio station you'd been listening to earlier. Honestly, you preferred them. Any sweet, pathetic little sound Draco made was infinitely more interesting than any news guy on the radio. Hips pounding into your hand, Draco tipped his head back against the headrest with the most desperate wine you'd heard in a while. You shivered, cutting your eyes away from the road to steal a glance at him in all his strung-out, desperate beauty.

And you weren't disappointed. His usually pale skin was flushed a bright pink, eyes lidded and more focused on you than anything else, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an unsuccessful attempt to quiet himself. A real thing of beauty. Your sweet, pretty boy Draco. Twisting your hand over the head of his cock, you relished in that fact for a moment.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'd be half tempted to pull over and fuck you properly in the back seat," you said.

"Please," Draco begged breathily, slamming his hips up erratically.

"Don't tempt me, baby boy. We're on a schedule," you said. Though, it really was a charming idea.

"(Y/N), please. I don't care about being late. Want you to fuck me," he whined.

"You say that now," you laughed.

"Please, I'll be so good," he whined.

"If you can cum from my hand now, Draco, I'll keep you so well fucked on a this trip you won't remember anything but me," you said, an alluring promise coloring your voice.

"Yes, yes! Want that! Wanna cum for you so much," he babbled. Arching his back against the seat, he drove his cock into your hand with renewed desperation.

"Are you close? You wanna a good boy and cum for me?" you purred. The car in front of you stopped short, but Draco didn't even seem to notice that you'd jerked to a stop. He just gripped the handle above him and whined for you.

"Wanna be a good boy. Please, I wanna cum," he cried. Looking over, you noticed the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. You smiled gently at him.

"Oh, Dray, you've been so good," you said. His mouth dropped open into a soft cry as his hips completely lost rhythm. "Go ahead, baby boy. Cum for me."

Draco's hips stuttered, once, twice, and by the third time, he was cumming all over your hand. His eyes screwed shut, and a pitchy cry of your name left his lips as he shook in your grasp. And you just worked him through it. Pumping him gently while he whimpered through the aftershocks. You didn't stop until his thighs shook so hard you could feel the car move. Then, finally, you pulled your hand away and lifted it to his mouth.

"Clean up your mess, baby boy," you said.

"Yes, (Y/N)," he said tiredly, sticking his tongue out. Pressing your fingers against it, you let him lick your hand clean of his own cum until you were satisfied. You two had started moving again by the time he finally came around enough to really talk to you.

"How do you feel, Dray?" you asked. He gave you a sleepy smile.

"Like you need to slow down. You're speeding," he said.

"I'm not speeding," you said. You were, in fact, speeding a little.

"Don't think that just because I just had the best orgasm of my life that I don't remember you drive like a demon," he said. Shaking your head, you laughed in disbelief.

"Only you could complain after having the best orgasm of your life," you sighed.

"I thought you loved that about me," he said. "You're still speeding."

"Maybe I should have pulled over," you said, rolling your eyes. Well, it had been nice while it lasted. And Draco was right. Kinda. You did love him, even if you wouldn't exactly say you loved his complaining.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x reader smut #draco malfoy #sub!draco #dom!reader #draco malfoy x reader imagine #draco malfoy x reader oneshot #draco malfoy smut #draco smut #draco x reader #draco x reader smut #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #hp

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owo-shenanigans · 3 years

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I wrote this for myself bc my favs are hot <3 (there are four characters because, again, I wrote this for myself. My character limit has not changed.) LORD this is self indulgent i wanna make out with em so bad. This took me FOREVER to do theres a reason my limit is 3. (CW's; gets a small bit heated but I don't think I would classify it as even lime. Use your own judgement)

Getting interrupted while making out with Kazuichi, Gundham, Kaede, and Celeste

KAZUICHI SOUDA

Y'all were at the usual triweekly party. Togami decided that parties would keep spirits up while everyone searched for a way off the island. Monokuma was pissed, but it was a rule that he couldn't hurt you all. At this point y'all had almost forgotten about the murder package (which didn’t exactly make Monokuma happy).

You and Kazuichi had been sent to the supermarket to grab more sodas, an unplanned chugging contest having taken out most of the stock.

Once you had the sodas by the door, though, you hummed. "Hey, Kazzie? Can you come here for a moment?"

Your lovely boyfriend bounded up to you. "Yeah, what's- mmph!"

His words were cut off by you grabbing the collar of his jumpsuit and pulling him towards you, smashing your lips into his.

The kiss quickly turned into a heavy makeout session, Kazuichi getting backed into the windowed wall at the front, though he was definitely pulling his own. Your leg was hoisted to rest on his hip, his hand gripping your thigh tightly. The two of you broke apart for air, gazing at each other with dusky eyes.

Licking your lips, you dove back in to continue the session-

"TIS I, THE OVERLORD OF- oh. Oh, uhm."

You and Kazuichi stared at each other before slowly turning to the new voice. Gundham was standing there, sweating and covering his hamsters innocent eyes.

"The humans were worried that you had fallen into darkness, as the sands of time have fallen much more than they needed. I will go inform them of your delay. Worry not, for the overlord of ice can hold his tongue!"

With that, Gundham picked up the soda bottles and left, though through the dark window you could see that he started sprinting once he was a few feet out.

"Well, that was… something." You said, and burst into laughter.

"Kinda ruined the mood, though." Kazuichi complained, tugging on his hat.

"Oh, I don't know." You reached up and tugged a lock of his hair, his pupils dilating a small bit. "I think we can still have some fun."

The glinting of sharp teeth was your only warning before your back was up against the wall, his left hand clawed into your thigh and his right holding the back of your head.

GUNDHAM TANAKA

The two of you were in the storage closet at the old building. Everyone was searching the island for music or other media to listen to- while you were all glad that there were no deaths, going weeks without listening to any music was a mild torture of itself.

But, any annoyance you may have felt in searching the dusty old room vanished because your boyfriend was there.

Though…. There was something you two could do that would be more fun.

“Hey, babe?” Your voice caused him to look up from the box he was searching in. The Devas looked up from their searching of the shelves, but you discreetly shood them off- you didn’t want to risk Gundham lecturing you about exposing his Devas to themes too mature to them.

You gestured him closer to you, and once he was in front of you you leaned in. “You have some dust on your face. See, right-” you gestured on your own face, and barely held in a laugh when he attempted to brush it off.

“Here, let me.” You threaded your fingers in the neck portion of his scarf and pulled his face to yours, gently pressing your lips together.

Two minutes later, the kiss wasn’t quite so innocent, the spit linking your mouths and heated atmosphere proof of that. His Devas were in a box by the door at this point, their master pinned to the wall by your body. The two of you were breathing heavily, taking a moment to catch your breath.

Then Hajime burst into the room.

“Hey you two, Togami sent me to- oh. Oh god.”

Later, you would admit that bursting into a room in the middle of a makeout session is extremely awkward. But in that moment, you were mad. Only Gundham hiding his face in your shoulder kept you from stalking over to him.

You pointed at him, then pointed behind him, lastly making a slashing motion across your neck. Hajime slowly nodded, shutting the door quickly. The newly darkened room settled your nerves, but with it your… Other emotions settled a tad too much to continue your previous activity. So instead you hummed and draped your arms around Gundham’s shoulders.

KAEDE AKAMATSU

Kaede was putting on a concert. But not just any concert- a concert at the largest music hall in all of Japan. While other Ultimates had done the same thing before, it was still an incredible honor. You along with some of your classmates were there to support her.

It was, of course, an utterly gorgeous concert. You even cried during some of the pieces, your girlfriend putting so much emotion into them.

A few minutes from the end, you snuck out of your balcony seat and into her dressing room, holding a humongous bouquet in your arms. Hey, she absolutely deserved it!

Once the piano music over the speakers and the uproarious applause ended, Kaede entered the room, letting out a sigh of exhaustion as she closed the door.

“Kaede, my beloved!” You called, and thrust the bouquet into her arms. “I loved the performance! It was just as gorgeous as you are.”

It was a testament to how wrung out she was that she didn’t even laugh at your pickup line, merely smelling the flowers with a tired smile on her face before setting them on the table. She fell into your arms, you supporting her with the practiced ease of having done it before.

“Mind if I kiss you, beloved?” You whispered after a minute of holding her, having slowly moved the two of you to sit on a bench. At her nod, you leaned in and pressed kisses all over her face, gentle as a feather.

A few minutes later, the kisses were getting sloppier and sloppier, your hands all over each other as you desperately made out like you were poisoned and the antidote was in each other's saliva. She was still in her rental dress, the only thing keeping you from going at each other like animals.

A knock at the door caused your eyes to widen, but it opened before you could do anything more. Shuichi stood at the door, with a flower in hand.

“I figured I should warn you-” He started, and froze at the sight of you two. You pulled yourself off of Kaede, blood rushing to your cheeks as you dusted yourself off. Kaede did the same, her face completely red and staring anywhere but at Shuichi.

For his part, Shuichi looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. He placed the flower, a daisy, next to the door, and coughed.

“The… Rest of the class, is, ahem, going to come by. So.” He fled once his piece was said, and you and Kaede locked eyes. No more kisses until the two of you got home, unless you wanted Kokichi screeching and spraying you two with water.

CELESTIA LUDENBURG

Celeste is a very reserved person in public, usually limiting PDA to simple hand holding or kisses on the cheek at most.

However, she had just won the largest poker tournament in the world- while she had been a popular name in the gambling world, for the first time her name was known by EVERYONE.

And the payout for the tournament was no small thing either. In fact, it was enough to finally help her achieve her dream- the European castle with her every need taken care of.

So if she dragged you off to a small, unused room, it wasn't anyone's business but yours.

"Celeste! I'm so happy for you-" was all that left your mouth before she grabbed you by the shoulders and melded your mouths together. You couldn't help but let out a small moan as she pushed you back towards the table in the center of the room.

However, you weren't going to let her do all the work. With the hand that wasn't stabilizing you against the table, you tugged at some hair peeking out from her wig, she gasped in surprise enough for you to lean forward, no longer needing to support yourself on the table.

After a minute of this, the two of you broke apart, your fight for control a temporary draw. Her makeup was slightly mussed, though not for your lack of trying.

She pulled her makeup pouch out, touching up her makeup and lipstick. You didn’t wipe off the lipstick marks she left on you, though that was mostly from your dizziness.

Once she looked up from said makeup touchup, you were in front of her and pulling her into a deep dip. Gazing into her eyes, you gently kissed her, wary of messing up her lipstick again.

This is, of course, when the reporters broke in.

You all stared at each other, you pulling Celeste out of the dip, her wig thankfully still stuck firm on her head. If that had come loose, you would be begging for mercy for weeks.

“Do you… Need something?” Her fake accent was pulled up and stronger than ever as you dusted her off, avoiding eye contact with the reporters. “No? Then I’ll interview you after you GET. OUT!” At her shouts, they fled the room, tripping over each other in their haste. You slammed the door behind them and turned to her. To your disappointment, she was touching up her makeup into her ‘publicity’ style. No more kisses for you, then.

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #kazuichi x reader #celeste x reader #gundham x reader #kaede akamatsu x reader #kaede x reader #kazuichi soda x reader #celestia ludenburg x reader

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meltwonu · 3 years

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55. “Tell me again.”

95. “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

notes; racer/street-racing!au, dom!vernon, a little bit of brat!reader, enemies!au kinda, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, overstimulation, fucking outdoors, spanking, squirting! 🥴 I want this KJHFGKJHDFKJH YKWIM UGH 😩😩 PUH-LEASE IM SO STRESSED HAHAHHA also my laptop froze when I was 2 paragraphs from finishing this so thank god for auto save or else ☠️ lmao kfgkhd As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

*queued post.

‘Meet me at the top of the hill, on the east side of town. 3AM. I want a redo of our last race since you cheated.’

You’d rolled your eyes at Vernon’s immature message before grabbing your car keys off of the hook by the door on your way out - not even bothering to change out of your shirt and lounge shorts as you hopped into your car and sped your way to the familiar meeting place.

In your opinion, Vernon was always somewhat of a sore loser when it came to you.

He never seemed to care when he lost to anyone else, but when it came to you, he’d always find some way to convince himself that you cheated - loud huffs and angry stares when you’d deny it every time.

Not that you minded.

Because Vernon was also incredibly predictable.

He’d call you out, convince you to have a redo of a race, and he’d finish off the night by fucking you on the hood of his car - hard and fast under the moonlight, just like the two of you liked it.

And the outcome was the same regardless of who won the rematch.

The only difference was how much harder he fucked you.

“Well? I don’t know what you want me to say, really.”

Vernon rolls his eyes, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his sweats as the two of you stare at the ‘Road Closed’ sign preventing the two of you up the mountain.

“Say that you cheated and we can go home? It’s easy, doll.”

“Is it, though? Whether I say I did or not, you still wanna fuck my pretty ‘lil pussy, don’t you, Vernon? You won’t really let me go home that easily, will you? Such a shame if you did... Maybe you really are getting soft.”

You scoff under your breath when you see his jaw clench - Bingo.

“Listen here, you ‘lil cockslut, you--you better watch your tongue with me.”

“Aww, stuttering? Cute.” You give Vernon a once over; licking and biting your lip at his casual attire, yet dominating aura as he stands across from you.

“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did, we’re having sex. Right now. I don’t care about the rematch but I care about that attitude of yours, brat.” He growls, pushing off the side of his car as he presses you into your own - the cold metal pressed into your back as you shiver.

“You can just be honest, y’know? We both know how desperate you are for my pussy~ You probably think about it when your fist is wrapped around your cock and you’re wishing you were fucking me instead of your hand~ So hot and wet when you’re inside me~” You grin up at his annoyed face for a split second before he’s harshly turning you around and forcing your upper half down onto the glass window of the driver’s side of your car.

“Shouldn’t have said that, doll.”

There’s only a mild sense of panic when you hear rustling in the bushes near-by.

“O-oh, fuck, ngh, w-wait, I--a-ah!”

But the way Vernon’s cock slams into you and makes your toes curl in your shoes makes you forget anything and everything about the wilderness surrounding you.

“Mm, don’t tell me you’re scared of the outdoors now, doll? You should be used to taking my cock out here like a needy ‘lil slut.”

He raises a hand and brings it back down onto your skin; the stinging sensation on your ass slowly morphing into pleasure as you moan out into the cold air.

“Mmnh… Fuck, your cock feels so fuckin’ big i-inside me… Ah, I--I feel so f-full... Puh--please fuck me harder…! S-spank me h-harder!”

A smirk etches itself onto Vernon’s features; eyes glimmering with excitement as he doubles his pace and brings his hand down onto the skin of your ass in tandem with his thrusts.

“Is it just me or are you begging me more tonight, doll? Hmm? Are you feeling guilty, after all?” Vernon laughs loudly as you whine back in return; the tension in your body about to snap when he spanks your ass for the 8th time in a row.

“N-no, just, mmh, you f-fuck me so good… I love i-it when, ah, you’re r-rough with me... Feels like ‘m gonna, ngh, c-cum…”

And before Vernon can retort, you let out a clipped whine before your walls are fluttering around his cock as you cum - body trembling against the cold metal of your car when his pace doesn’t let up and he fucks you right through your high.

“What did you just say, cockslut? Tell me again how having my cock inside your tight, slutty ‘lil pussy makes you cum.”

Garbled cries of his name mix in with slurred curses and shaky whines as your entire body buzzes with pleasure and Vernon can only curse softly under his breath when he feels his cock start to throb within your tight heat.

“Gonna make you go home with my cum dripping from your pretty ‘lil hole... Maybe it’ll stain the seats in your car and it’ll be a good reminder of who fucks you this good.”

“V---Vernon, mmnh, I-I’m, ah, fuck, h-hurry and c-cum... ‘m so s--sensitive... I--I can’t...” You whimper; the overstimulation biting when his cock repeatedly taps your g-spot and only makes you want to cum again even thought your first orgasm had just ebbed away.

“Can’t what? Take my cock anymore, hmm? Should I just cum all over your pretty ‘lil ass and get you all messy that way instead?”

“N-no! W-want you to, ngh, c-cum inside me... Fuh--fuck, it feels so h-hot when you do...”

You feel his cock throbbing inside your pussy and it only takes a few more skillful snaps of his hips before he’s grunting and sheathing himself fully inside your pussy as he cums deep inside you.

“O-oh, fuck! Vernon!”

Your teary eyes clamp shut as you feel yourself cum again; this time much wetter than before as you squirt all over Vernon’s sweats as he scoffs.

“Fuck, dirty ‘lil slut.”

He continues to fuck you as he rides out his orgasm and lets you ride out your second one - only letting up when your choked sobs mix in with your pleas for him to let up.

“I, hiç, c--can’t cum, hic, a-again...”

Vernon spanks your ass once more as you yelp and he slowly pulls out of you; his cum dribbling out of your spent pussy as you moan at the emptiness you suddenly feel.

“Mm, you made such a mess, doll~ Squirting all over me and yourself... Got it all over your short too, like the dirty girl you are~”

“Ngh... s-shut up...” You rest against the cold metal - eyelids feeling heavy as you catch you breath with him still standing behind you and watching as his cum trickles down your inner thighs.

“Hah, well, I still expect that re-match when the road’s open, doll. So don’t get too comfortable.”

#vernon smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #vernon scenarios #vernon imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #vernon fic #vernon #svt fic

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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 1: Rimming

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,560

Warnings: Rimming, anal sex, some vaginal fingering, himbo Ben (mild unintentional hypnosis I guess)

A/N: Welcome to Kinktober! This is actually an idea i’ve been thinking about for quite a while. We’ve done himbo Rog and himbo Gwil so it only seemed fair to do himbo Ben and since he’s obviously an ass man......only made sense that he’d be into anal lmao. It seemed like the perfect fit for the first of these prompts. But this is the first time I’ve written (or even really thought about) rimming so I hope it’s okay!

“Geeze Ben, could you maybe close your porn next time. Didn’t really expect to see that autoplay when I woke the computer up this morning,” Ben snorted into his plate of eggs, “Which one was it?” “Something called Anal Punisher 3.” “Don’t know what you’re complaining about, that’s a good one.” His eyes twinkled teasingly and he poked his tongue out as you sat in front of your own plate. “I’m sure it is.” You chuckled, able to see the funny side now that you weren’t staring directly at close up of a porn stars arsehole, “Just not when I’m trying to check my emails on our shared desktop.” “As if you’ve never had a cheeky wank at that computer.” “That’s what I have a laptop for,” You laughed again, shaking your head. “Alright, fair play. I only left it up cause you got home early last night and I had to, um, clean up.” You rolled your eyes at the flimsy excuse. “And if you don’t want me watching Anal Punisher 3 then maybe you should let me punish your anal....arse....fuck, you know what I mean.” It was your turn to snort into your breakfast, Ben’s clumsy attempt at seduction nearly making you inhale the scrambled eggs. When you finally got yourself under control you said, “I don’t care if you watch it, just shut it down when you’re finished.” “Sorry love,” “But y’know, if you did want to anal arse fuck me tonight I wouldn’t say no.” Ben’s eyes lit up in excitement. He’d either not heard the joke you’d made at his expense or decided it wasn’t worth bringing up if the possibility of anal was on the table, “Serious?” “Serious. I’ll even put my plug in when I get dressed so we don’t have to spend as much time on foreplay.” “If I hadn’t already married you, I’d propose on the spot.”

But by the time Ben got home he seemed more interested in just cuddling on the couch. You’d done as you said you would and worn your plug all day, constantly thinking about what would happen later that night. Right up until Ben stepped inside yawning, when you snuck off to the bathroom to remove it, realising your plans were unlikely to go ahead. You’d half expected him to fall asleep on the couch after dinner but evidently, some part of him still wanted you. He tapped his thigh and beckoned you towards him, pulling you down so he could hold you close and kiss your shoulder. Soon enough that cuddling had turned to making out, you straddling his lap as you kissed him deeply, his large hands pulling you into him, stroking whatever bare skin he could find. Without thinking you dragged your fingers through his hair. He hummed in response so you did it again, your fingers creating small, firm circles against his scalp, drawing random patterns there as you focused on keeping your lips on his and your tongues entwined. Ben made soft pleased sounds as your fingers kept up their movement, almost moaning at the sensation. You could feel him getting harder under you as you carefully rocked your hips. “Benny?” “Huh?” His hands had begun to roam more, moving down to your arse, grabbing and squeezing as he pulled you against him. “Kinda got me excited here honey. Might wanna stop if you’re too tired to carry through,” “What?” He seemed nearly dazed, not properly comprehending what you were saying. You shifted your hand to his chest, drawing small circles with your finger, “I mean I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day anyway.” “Think?” “Exactly, thinking about our conversation this morning. Remember? Anal Punisher 3?” “Anal?” It was still a question but there was a tone of excitement behind the dopey confusion. “You said you wanted to.... I kinda really want you to.” “Mmmm,” “I mean I get it if you’re too tired,” you said softly, stroking your palms over his biceps, “but I’m up for it now if you are. So, do you still want to?” “Mmhmm,” but as keen as he sounded, Ben didn’t seem inclined to move to the bedroom or even to begin to undress you. He was too caught up in feeling you up and trying to kiss you again. “Don’t you want me Benny?” He was slow to react, eyes still shut as he nodded, speech flowing like treacle “Want - you.” “You can have me.” You had to lean back to stop him from kissing you again. As much as you liked making out, you were getting eager for more and wanted to know where he was at. He nodded again, not seeming to hear you, and then, when he couldn’t immediately locate your lips again, opened his eyes. It reminded you of the time a few friends had dragged you and Ben to a hypnotists show. None of your group had been pulled on stage to experience the hypnotic powers the man claimed to have, but those who had been had all worn similar expressions to Ben. Eyes heavy lidded and almost glazed over and when they’d gone back to their seats you’d noticed that they seemed a bit dazed and confused. You’d not seen Ben look like that before. Well, maybe a bit dazed after you gave him a proper good blow job, but nothing to this extent. Not even when you edged him repeatedly. He tended to get whiny and loud rather than glassy eyed and dopey. Usually more talkative too, begging or moaning your name. This was something new.

Curiously, you stoked his hair back off his face and asked him how he felt, tugging lightly on the ends that reached the back of his neck. “Good,” he sighed softly, “Kiss?” You couldn’t deny him that when he’d asked so cutely, so you leaned in to kiss him again, letting him draw you in deeply for a moment. When the chance arose you let your lips slip from his, kissing along his jaw until you reached his ear, “What else do you want?” Ben hummed softly and then said, “Arse.” It was unusual for Ben to be so monosyllabic. Even when he was super horny and desperate for you, he could generally get most of a coherent sentence out. Nothing that would win any literary awards of course, but enough so you knew what he meant. “What do you mean Benny?” “Ummm....arse.....cock.” It sounded like it had been a struggle for him to even think of the two words he wanted but you couldn’t help but giggle, “Does that mean you want to fuck me?” “Yeah,” “Okay baby. But you have to do everything I say, understand?” Ben nodded. “Can you do what I say Benny? Be a good boy and follow my instructions?” He nodded again, “Yes. Please.” You kissed him once more, trying not to laugh too much, and then scooted off his lap. Ben whined as soon as the physical contact was broken. “If you want my arse we gotta move to the bedroom,” He frowned as if he didn’t quite understand but let you take his hand all the same and followed you to the bedroom.

Ben’s hands began to wander again when you stopped to open your bedroom door, grasping your hips and then dropping lower to rest against your behind. It was hard to ignore the tingle the light contact sent through you but you bit down on your rising need as you turned and grasped Ben’s hands, “Gotta wait for that Benny. Just a little longer.” You stepped back towards the bed and Ben smiled dopily as you pulled him along. “I mean I’m ready but not all the way. But if you help get me lubed up you can fuck my arse for as long as you want.” It was like a light turned on inside Ben’s mind. His eyes still had that unfocused look but they were wider and he was nodding enthusiastically. “You gonna undress me or should I start for you?” You laughed and when he didn’t immediately move you began pulling your shirt off over your head, too eager to wait. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra, “C’mon Benny. Help me out.” Ben blinked twice before he seemed to understand but was soon offering his help, pulling the bra from your arms, gently cupping your breasts as he revealed them, thumbs falling into a familiar rhythm rubbing back and forth over your nipples. Still moving slowly, Ben leaned in and kissed your throat, humming in response as you pressed your chest into his hands and sighed contentedly. But he clearly had something else on his mind because soon enough his hands fell, fingers picking at the waistband of your leggings. Indulging him you quickly shed your pants, turning so he could see the thing he really wanted as you stripped off the final layer of clothing. Ben watched intently as you wiggled your hips teasingly and eked the waistband of your knickers down a few inches. And then something changed.

You felt it in the air, a shift in energy, but even that wasn’t enough to prepare you as Ben growled and lunged forward, his hands tight on your waist as he lifted you onto the bed, barely giving you time to settle on your hands and knees before he dived in behind you. All you could manage was to gasp his name as he rushed to tear your underpants down your thighs. But your surprise at his sudden movement doubled as he spread your cheeks and buried his face between them. He’d licked you like that once or twice but only when he’d been eating your pussy and teasingly snuck his tongue elsewhere as you tried to recover from your orgasm. This was entirely different.

It felt similar to the vaguely tickly sensation he made you feel when he was helping you relax before a round of anal, when he would tease you with light strokes from his fingers until you were shivering and wanting more. But there was more heat to it. His breath hot and his tongue wet as he traced your hole. You felt like you’d been completely lit up from within, like he’d suddenly discovered a hundred more nerve endings than he usually hit. And adding to all the physical sensations of Ben’s fingers holding you open and his mouth exploring your darkest nooks, was the feeling of doing something properly filthy. You’d felt the same when you and Ben first tried anal, completely depraved at enjoying something so taboo. That feeling had lessened as you did it more, your enjoyment then stemming from Ben’s improved skills more than the act itself. But with your head against the sheets and your arse in the air you remembered why you’d liked feeling so downright dirty. It only heightened your desire and made every caress of Ben’s tongue sweeter.

Of course, best of all was just how into Ben was. You wondered how he could possibly be breathing when every second seemed to be taken up with moans and groans as he feasted on you. The noises started softly as he tantalized you with hard licks against your arsehole and the surrounding area. But as his tongue explored deeper, as he pressed into you, making your arse feel slick and hot with his drool and making your pussy throb, he got louder. He seemed to enjoy you more and more, as if he’d never eaten anything as satisfying in his life. That was enough to have you shaking. You were already wet from grinding against him on the couch but the ways he was touching you and how thoroughly he was enjoying it had you positively soaked. “Finger me Benny,” you gasped, trying to maintain some of the control you’d intended to have. Ben did as you asked, never able to deny you what you craved, but it wasn’t up to his usual standard. His fingers weren’t as deft as normal, moving awkwardly and out of time. It was as if his fingers were trying to work off of muscle memory alone, his mind too consumed with something else to take any notice of your cunt. With a needy whine you clumsily disentangled one fist from the sheets and batted Ben’s hand out of the way, replacing it with your own. Ben didn’t make any indication that he’d noticed you start touching yourself, except to tighten his grip on your arse, holding you firmly as you began to writhe against your fingers. He happily went back to gripping a cheek in each hand, pulling them wide to give himself better access to your arsehole. It seemed that wearing your plug had been a good idea because Ben found it easy to press his tongue into you, licking around and making your muscles tighten before withdrawing and sinking in again. And that stimulation plus your own fingers in your cunt made you moan wantonly into the bedding. Ben answered with his own long, loud moan of desire, sending a shiver along your spine. It was enough to tip you over the edge, your fingers massaging a spot within you as Ben rapidly tongued your hole.

You rode out your high before letting your fingers slip back to tangle in the sheets once more, but Ben showed no signs of stopping. He might very well have kept up the intoxicating performance all night if you hadn’t whined his name. Even that wasn’t enough to make him stop entirely, just slow down and hum. “Ben? Benny?” you gasped, as he readjusted his grip on you, “You gonna fuck me or what?” Ben groaned as if he didn’t want to stop tasting you but wanted to move on to other things as well. And you were on the verge of instructing him to get the lube when you felt his fingers. He reached under you, two digits carefully tracing along your cunt, sliding through the creamy evidence of your earlier orgasm. He didn’t break contact, his fingers just as softly sliding along your crack and up to your arsehole. And then they were pushing against the ring of muscle. Usually he’d take his time applying lube but he seemed too lost in the moment to remember it. You didn’t mind too much though. Lube might have made it a touch more comfortable but wearing the plug had helped loosen you up and Ben had thoroughly coated everything with his saliva and your own cum. His fingers breached you moderately easily, making you shiver and whine at the feeling of being filled again. “God it’s a good thing we do this a lot,” you half sighed, half laughed into the sheets, as Ben’s fingers sank another inch into you. Ben’s only response was to lean forward and lick around where his fingers were penetrating you, humming happily as he did so.

Ben seemed inclined to spend just as long fingering you as he did licking you, but the way his fingers moved inside you quickly had you worked up and eager for more. “God Ben. You’re hard right?” Ben only pumped his fingers into you faster but you took it as a yes. "So fuck me already. Please Benny,” It came out whinier than you’d expected so you cleared your throat and tried a proper demand, “I need your cock in my arse now Ben.” You weren’t sure it would be enough to get Ben’s attention. He seemed too engrossed in fingering you to even hear what you were saying. But thankfully, something broke through his blinders. Suddenly, his fingers disappeared. It was followed by the sound of his pants coming down and then you felt the head of his cock against your back entrance. “Wait,” You gasped, “Wait. Lube.” Ben repeated the word lube in a grunt, shifting hips slightly so he could run his shaft along your soaked cunt. You felt him between your lips, as if he were teasing you, sliding back and forth, coating his length in your juices. A moment later, he returned to your other hole, his hands on your hips to pull your arse back onto him. Ben let out a satisfied groan as he sank into you but you were panting roughly, almost seeing stars with how good it felt to finally be filled the way you wanted to be. Once or twice your breath hitched, the discomfort of his size pushing into you exacerbated by the lack of proper lube. But it wasn’t enough to truly bother, certainly not enough to stop. The fact that just seeing your arse had made Ben snap into an animalistic, almost feral demeanour had made you impossibly horny. And you were desperate for him to fuck you properly now he was fully sheathed in your arsehole’s tight embrace. Ben moaned at the feeling, vocalising your own desire. And then he said something. “What was that Benny?” you asked, unable to comprehend him. “Fuck....arse......hngggg.....arse.....” he said though you were sure you were missing something. But as nonsensical as it was it was still hot. Knowing Ben was so desperate for this, for you, knowing you could make him babble incomprehensibly. It was insanely hot. And then he began to fuck you. You whined and brought your hand to your pussy again, finding your clit, though Ben’s frantic thrusts made it hard to keep the contact consistent.

You screamed when you came, voice tearing out of your throat as Ben roughly pounded into you, his hips almost bruising hard against your arse. It was nearly impossible for you to breathe under so much pleasure and you panted for air as the orgasm subsided. But Ben was still going, still thrusting into you furiously, grunting with the effort as he neared his own release. You gasped his name and told him to cum, trying to not get swept away by the feeling of his cock moving inside you, wanted him to keep going almost as much as you wanted to feel his semen warm you from the inside out, and drip out of you. Your request was enough to make him shudder to a halt, his hands squeezing your hips tightly as he released himself with a groan. He thrust a few more times and your limbs gave out. You felt them wobble and then collapse under you, Ben’s body pressing you into the mattress as he sank down too, still trying to fuck you.

It took you saying his name twice before he stopped though he made a reluctant sort of a sound when he realised he had to pull out. “Well if you didn’t fuck me so well you probably could have gone on a bit longer,” you laughed as he, somewhat grudgingly, pushed himself to his feet. With a satisfied groan you rolled over and stretched your arm out to grab Ben’s hand so you could pull him onto the bed too. He lay on his front, sighing as his head fell into the crook of your neck, his body resting almost entirely over yours. You were half being crushed by his weight but you enjoyed it. It was comforting and warm and you softly drew your hands over his back as you caught your breath properly. Ben was quiet as he lay there until, some ten minutes later, he suddenly pushed himself to his knees, blinking at you. His eyes still had a vaguely unfocused appearance but the more he blinked the more normal he seemed. “Are you okay?” He asked slowly. You laughed and nodded, “More than okay. Lie back down, I’m too tired to sit up.” He compiled with your request, lowering himself again but this time on his back, “I have no idea what just came over me, babe.” With a sigh you shifted to your side, propping your head up on one hand, “What do you mean?” “All I know is I saw your arse and just needed it, more than anything else, more than air, I just wanted you.” “Gotta admit, it was a little unexpected,” you lay your palm on Ben’s chest, his skin still flushed and warm to the touch, “But ummmm, definitely didn’t hate it.” His hand landed gently on top of yours, holding you against his heart, “Did I use any lube at all?” “Only spit and my cum.” “Fucking hell. Are you sure you’re okay?” “It’s fine Benny. If I’d needed anything else I would have made you stop. If I’m honest....kind of made it hotter.” “Babe!” “Not in a weird way! I’m not going to let you get away without lube all the time.” You laughed, “Just knowing you wanted me so badly was nice.” “I always want you badly.” You patted Ben’s chest softly, your heart fluttering, “Does that mean you’d want to eat my arse again another time?” “You liked it?” “Well you were very thorough.” Ben groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes which just made you laugh again. “I did enjoy it,” you said softly, deciding to put him out of his misery, “Wasn’t necessarily expecting it but it felt really good.” “Well that’s something. I still don’t understand what just happened though.” “What’s that saying...Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?”

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op-imaginesandmore · 3 years

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Well howdy again! I was wondering if you could do a scenario with Law sitting with his s/o while they are getting their first tattoo? And a scenario of Zoro training with s/o and it turns into cuteness :3

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. Because these are both characters I am comfortable writing for, I shall do two scenarios *jazz hands*. I know it won’t be worth the wait, because nothing is worth over two years of waiting, but I hope it is enjoyable nonetheless! And for those of you who enjoy this and my writing, thank you! My inbox will not be re-opening for the foreseeable future though, I don’t want to get anymore people’s hopes up.

Pairings: Law x GN!reader in the first, Zoro x GN!reader in the second

Warnings: Fluff, mild smut (a little bit of spice, then the teasing of spice), tattoos, tickling, non-beta’d (if that counts as a warning)

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Law:

The gentle buzzing of the tattoo gun had become almost cathartic in the years Law had been doing the art on the side. His crew had thought it ridiculously cool that he did most of his own tattoos, and had insisted he do theirs too. Bepo was heartbroken over the fact that no matter how much he shaved, the pirate insignia permanently on his neck never seemed to be completely visible because of his thick fur.

He had shrugged nonchalantly at all of his crew’s requests, a small hint of a smile upon his easy going face as he went to collect his gun, ink, and needles.

Then you asked him, a smile on your soft lips as you kissed him down his bare chest, blankets tangled between your legs.

“Wanna pop my tattoo cherry?” You had teased, biting him playfully on the shoulder and eliciting an almost purr from the feared surgeon “I’ve always wanted to see how those hands feel” a kiss to his neck “making a masterpiece on virgin skin” a bite to the shell of his ear, and he growled, flipping you onto onto your back. A giggle escaped you, and then a pleasured moan as his skilled, slender hands played along down your body and teased at your most intimate parts.

“Where and when, but I get to pick the masterpiece and where I put it”

A soft sigh had escaped from you as he bit down on your collar and sucked. All you could do was give a flustered nod, face hot against his cheek as he kissed higher and higher before claiming your lips with his own, a smirk playing on his features.

And now, here you were, eyes watching the concentrated look of his clenched jaw as he tattooed your shoulder. You were laying on your belly on his bed, shirtless and hiding your winces in your forearms.

He had insisted it be a surprise, an uncharacteristic excitement alighting in his eyes as he teased you about it. You were excited too, trusting him to give you something you’re sure will be perfect.

The buzzing of the tattoo gun stopped, and he seemed to pause a moment after giving it a gentle swipe to rid it of the excess ink. You watched as he worried at his thumb, biting it between his teeth in thought before taking a deep breath.

“Okay, let’s get you a mirror.”

He actually sounded a little nervous. You smiled encouragingly at him, taking his offered hand and walking to the full length mirror he kept in his room on the ship. He handed you a smaller mirror to get a better angle of it, and you got your first glimpse.

An awe filled smile spread like softened butter over your face.

It was the landscape of a familiar beach, far away on your home island, a sunset shining orange and pink over crystalline waters and Law’s ship haloed in the distance.

“Where we first met” Law rumbled behind you, watching closely at your reaction “I thought that you’d want a piece of home with you, always” he paused, a hand going to the dip of your hip, finger going into one of your belt loops and fidgeting with the fabric “do you like it?”

You breathed in, hand going to the tattoo and softly caressing the scene. A smile, soft and warm, threatened to split your face clean in two.

“I love it” you smiled, and put the mirror down and turned to face your lover, pressing your bare chest to his “almost as much as I love you”

They kissed, both smiling into each others mouths and you pounced, forcing Law to catch your legs as they wrapped around his waist. He chuckled into the kiss.

“Let’s wrap that up before we get carried away”

“But we are going to get carried away, yes?” You gasped as he nipped at your neck, his strong hold on your ass tightening.

“Oh kitten” he purred, his warm breath tickling your ear “I’m gonna have you begging for more when I’m done with you”

Zoro:

“What page are you on?”

You glanced briefly at the bottom corner of the page you were currently reading.

“765”

“Okay, cool”

And he continued the push-ups.

It had become somewhat of a routine for the two of you. Once you had already finished with your own training, excersized to the point of exhaustion, you would climb up to the library, grab a new book, and Zoro would do his cool down push-ups with you criss-cross on his back, reading your book to the point where your partner was satisfied, and you’d usually go down for dinner with him.

Today, though, you were feeling mischievous.

Marking the page you were on (869), you shifted slightly, fingers running softly through Zoro’s short locks.

The swordsman stopped as he came up from the push-up, head tilting slightly to pin you with a curious look. You gave him a teasing smile as you slid off his back and then slid under him. The look went from curious to unamused rather quickly as a blush creeped up his chest from the look you were giving him.

“What?” You asked innocently, teasing smile threatening to give away your intentions “training doesn’t have to be all push-ups and weight lifting” you looked up at him with a smirk “we can work on stamina, or if you insist, I can be your weights today.” Your fingers were roaming over the peaks and plateaus of his hardened muscles, the valley between each of his abs dripping with a hard-earned sweat from the thousands of push-ups he’d been doing. His face had softened from the unamused look he had been giving you, now he closed his eyes with a shuddering breath as your hands dipped low enough to graze the hem of his black pants.

He was right where you wanted him.

Quicker than Luffy’s fists, you tickled him - tickled him — just under his armpits where you knew he was sensitive. The great and powerful pirate hunter yelped, dropping on top of you in his surprise and eliciting a maniacal laugh of your own as he tried, and failed, to escape your ministrations, straddled on top of him now. The involuntary giggles you got out of him made you give a victorious laugh of your own, before your arrogance became your downfall. Quick as a whip, the swordsman flipped you onto your back, one of his large hands gripping both of yours in a vise like grip and the other one twitching in time with the vein in his forehead.

“You’re gonna pay for that” he seethed, an evil grin and a glint in his eye promising retribution.

Jokes on him cause you weren’t ticklish, which he found so frustrating he growled, only making you snicker and attempt to tickle him back when you freed yourself from his grasp. He dodged, smacking your hands away and attempting to leap up only for you to be on him like a damn spider monkey, wrapping yourself around him like gift wrap on a present.

You nuzzled into his neck, not sorry in the slightest, but wanting to be sweet now. He harrumphed like the grump he was, the image of the two of you, him sitting cross legged on the floor with his arms crossed over his chest and you wrapped around him a funny sight to behold. You bite at his ear and his lips twitched ever so slightly.

“If I say I’m sorry, will you still wanna have some fun?” You purred, a grin playing upon your lips. Zoro scoffed, the blush on his face deepening with every kiss and nip you laid upon his neck and you could feel him turning to putty in your arms.

But just as you thought you’d get your way, Zoro grinned conspirationally.

Before you knew what was happening, he had maneuvered his way out of your grasp and was walking towards the door, picking up his discarded shirt from the floor. He gave you a sidelong look, giving you an almost predatory smirk.

“If you’re good, maybe we can have some fun later when everyone else is asleep” he shrugged “I have first watch”

And then the bastard winked before opening the hatch and descending the ladder.

You blinked a few times, scoffed at the hilarity of being one upped for the first time in your long standing relationship with the Marimo, and scrambled after him down the ladder.

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stardustincarnate · 3 years

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EARLY TRYST // Light Yagami x Reader

word count : 4534 genre : fluff <333 ! crack-ish, pre-kira!light, all that mushy mushy stuff, best friends to lovers because who doesn’t love that trope?

a/n : i’m not sure if i’ve posted this here before but i’m fairly certain that i haven’t oh godric you’ll have to forgive me if i had --

Who wakes up 5:00 early on a Saturday morning just to bug their neighbor to have a match with them?

Technically, you did. You were bored, and the first thing that came to your mind was playing your favorite sport with one of your bestfriends, who's also your neighbor, Light. Surely he wouldn't mind, would he? But it mattered not since he also did the same to you back then, insisting you two bike together just because he wanted a companion and knew you wouldn't refuse. You were hella pissed even so, and now it's your turn to get revenge.

You brought a ladder, placing it just enough to reach the window to his bedroom on the second floor. You eventually climbed up, practically pressing your face against the window to get a clearer sight of him sleeping peacefully on his bed, his angelic face barely visible as it was partially covered with his blanket.

'Say goodbye to your sweet dreams, lover boy.'

You thought and knocked on the window loud enough for him to hear. Your first tries were futile so you knocked a little louder and more violent. To his dismay, Light woke up with a teeny-bit of panic in his chest. Creasing his eyebrow and squinting his eyes, he looked at the window, seeing a familiar figure. You snickered as he awakened, languidly making his way to the window, an irritated look on his face when he met your eyes.

He opened the window. "[Y/N], what the hell are you doing here? What time is it?"

"About time for you to play with me."

"Huh? Play with you? You're acting strangely childish. I was still sleeping." He clicked his tongue. You chuckled and shook your head. "Aw, sleeping beauty is upset because his dream was left unfinished. Don't worry, his dashing savior is here to make him feel better."

"You mean worse."

"Bad!" You playfully punched his shoulder. "Says the one who still has sleep in his eyes."

"Of course I have. You just woke me up." He scowled, turning his back at you and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his face a little flushed.

"Heh, don't be shy!" You teased, wobbling a little in your position.

"I'm not shy! Tch, seriously though, you're in a ladder? You only made it harder for yourself when you could've just knocked on the main door. Mom and dad are already awake. They'd let you in."

"Eh? But I was shy- you know- err, how am I supposed to say 'Can I go to Light's room or something?'" You blushed a little. He hummed in response and gave an understanding look. "Come on in."

"I can't fit in here- just meet me outside. I'll wait for ya."

"You got yourself in this so don't turn back now. You can fit but in another position." Before you could reply, he suddenly grabbed your arms and indicated you to push your head inside. You did, whimpering as he pulled you in by grabbing you by the armpits, your faces almost bumping in the process. You gave a squeal as you felt your feet of the ladder, causing you to grip him tighter, almost hugging him-or maybe even inhaling him.

For a better description you basically looked like a flying fish from outside who's getting devoured by a portal.

With all his might, Light pulled you in until your whole body finally got inside. Of course, as he was secretly anticipating to, you both fell on the ground, with you on top of him, your head against his chest.

You immediately stood up and accidentally stepped on his ankle, resulting a loud whimper from him.

"Oof."

"That hurt, you know."

"Sorry. But-" You both heard a loud crash from outside. You were certain that the ladder you used had fallen, and it was so loud you swore some of your neighbors woke up. "...As I was saying... That was a dangerous way to get me inside. I could've fallen."

"Too bad you didn't."

"How rude!" You scoffed. You jauntily walked towards his bed, flopping down as if it's your own. It felt so soft, and it kinda smelled like him too.

You closed your eyes and spread your arms. His expression softened that he couldn't hide a smile which you thankfully didn't see. He cleared his throat and picked up a pillow, throwing it at your face.

"Hey, I'll go get some coffee. Want some?"

"I've already drank one, but sure!"

"No wonder you're already so hyper. Now get out of my bed."

"Fine." You scoffed and got up, walking behind him on the way downstairs, making yourself smaller so they wouldn't notice.

"Light! You're up early." Sachiko greeted.

"Yeah, and it's her fault." He slid right to reveal your cowering figure. You shyly greeted his mother, flushing pink. "Oh hello [Y/N]! I didn't see you come in. Were you in Light's room the whole night? You two had a sleep-over..?"

"No mom. Why would we do that? She just has her own ways of disturbing my sleep. Is dad still here?"

"He's on the living room and just about to leave. I'll make you two breakfast."

"That's not necessary. We just need some coffee, after that we'll.. What are we gonna do again?"

"Play badminton outside."

"It's still a bit dark, don't you think?"

"It's alright. The sun is about to rise. It'll rise quickly." Light replied to his mom, taking two cups and then pouring hot water on them. "Mild coffee [Y/N]?"

"Nope. Black coffee will do."

"Didn't you already-"

"It was creamy white. It was bland for my liking. I need something stronger." You cheekily replied. He sighed and started mixing your coffee and then his own. "If I recall, yesterday I saw you walking home while drinking that black iced coffee from the convenience store. Too much caffeine is unhealthy."

"Yes, Sir Light, noted." You grinned, blowing your drink before taking a sip. "Hey, not funny. I'm genuinely concerned."

"Concern appreciated."

You both entered the living room, greeting his father who eventually got up, off to work. You sat beside Light as you both watched Sachiko kiss Soichiro goodbye. You smiled and mumbled an 'aw,' nudging Light and causing him to slightly spill the coffee he was about to drink.

"What?" He looked at you then to his parents.

"Nothing."

"Ah, I get it. You wanna do that with someone someday, don't you?"

"That's not-"

"It's okay. We all daydream like that, even me. So don't be shy."

"I'm not shy!"

"There goes my line."

"Hmp. So who's the lucky girl, or boy, you daydream about?"

"Why are you suddenly interested? Well what about you?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"Because that doesn't matter-"

"Unfair. You're so secretive."

"Fair enough since you're just as secretive as I am. You don't even tell me the guys you like, and I'm your bestfriend."

"Because that doesn't matter-"

"Why do you keep on stealing my lines?"

"Oi that's not the point! I mean come on, an honor student like you rarely talks about romance so when you do, of course I must know. I am your best friend after all."

Light cringed, chuckling. "There's nothing special about that."

"Pfft. Honor students like you are so busy with studying that you rarely have time for romance."

"What? No. Look at you, you're an honor student yourself."

"Yeah but I mean the pros, like you. The valedictorians, first honors."

"Just because I don't that about romance doesn't mean I don't think about it. But like you said, I rarely think about it."

"Ooh! So who is the lucky one?"

"Why do you want to know?"

You puffed your cheeks. Honestly you had no idea too. Let's just say you were... curious.

"I need to gather information. I need some information to sip. Either way I'll figure it out when I start my investigation."

"No."

"Augh- I'll disown you, Light Yagami."

He put his cup down, looking at you.

"It's not really possible to disown the person you like, you know."

The coffee that you were drinking almost came out of your nostrils.

"Don't have so much hubris on yourself. I can do a ten-paged essay about why you are so dislikeable."

"But you can do an essay about why you like me ten times longer than that."

"I am so going to hit your ugly being!"

His smile only grew wider, fascination twinkling in his eyes.

"Hit me with your sweet love, maybe I won't mind."

Not blushing wasn't really an option. He burst out of laughter as you'd been left speechless. You continuously punched his arm, but he never stopped laughing. And his laughter was indeed infectious.

As you two were having fun, you suddenly felt eyes on your back. You stopped and turned around, seeing Light's mother slyly smiling at the both of you as she slithered away towards the kitchen. You and Light avoided each other's gaze for a moment and blushed, finishing your coffees wordlessly instead.

"Well, I'll go change now. You wait here."

"Let me come with you-"

Light raised an eyebrow. "What a pervert you are, [Y/N]."

"NO! That is not what I meant!"

"Well what did you mean?"

"I mean, let me wait outside your room instead," You leaned in, whispering. "What if your mom comes here and talks to me? I mean.. I'm super shy around her."

He nodded in agreement but then he added, "There's no need to be shy around your future mother though."

'This smooth-talking bastard!' You sighed and rubbed your nape, 50% about to roll your eyes and 50% about to blush again. You knew what he meant by that. He had always been a tease to you. But you decided to play against his will.

"Wow. I didn't know that the Yagami family will adopt me someday."

"Tch, dummy."

"Did you just call me dummy?"

"What? Of course not! You really need to clean your ears. I said dumplings. Your cheeks remind me of them. And now I'm hungry."

"You are awful!" For the nth time in history, you hit his arm. "I'm really gonna disown you in one of these days. Now get your ass moving already so we can conquer the street first."

"Well you were the one constantly blabbering and delaying things here-"

"Beca-"

"Shut up."

"Pft. Fine." He pulled you up, holding your wrist even on the way back to his bedroom.

After about five minutes of changing to a plain white t-shirt and jogging pants, matching yours by the way, you two headed out the neighborhood. You picked up the rackets and shuttlecock you had left on the ground, handing him one.

"We don't really have a net-"

"Oh come on! This is just a friendly match, so there's no need for that."

"What about the scores? We can play somehow else if you'd like."

"That's not necessary. I'm making the rules, and the only rule here is that the opponent gets the score if you fail to prevent the birdie from hitting the ground."

"That's not how you play badminton.."

"I am well aware of that. I used to be a part of the school's badminton team, hello? But I make my own rules here." You grinned slyly. He shook his head. "There's no fun in this. You just woke me up to make me do some pointless things with you."

You were actually a little offended by that. You puffed your cheeks and crossed your arms.

"Is it bad that I just wanna have some quality-time with my friend? And to get my revenge, too."

What you said made his heart leap a little, and he was having a hard time resisting the urge to smile. But in the end, he only snarled against his own will. "Let's get this done quick. I'll make sure to destroy you."

"Oh, you wish."

And the game started. The eerie silence vanished, replaced by your grunts, pants, and intense movements. The sky was eventually transitioning from a dim purple to a pale yellow one as you two played, eyes focused on nothing but the shuttle, sweat dripping down your bodies. Light was just as determined as you were to beat his ass. The scores were being mentally recorded by you two-no cheating of course. It was a pretty fair game. One moment you'd be on the lead, but he'd take it, and you'd take it back, and the cycle continued. He was the worthiest opponent for you in this, and he thought the same about you.

The deal was a maximum of 50 scores. Currently, Light was leading and almost close to winning. Certainly you didn't want to get beaten so you struck the shuttle at a perfect angle with just enough force. It flew fast; you were sure he'd miss it. But his reflex was quick, and he struck it with a force much stronger than yours-but his flawed angle sent the shuttle flying higher than he intended it to, and it unfortunately landed on one of your neighbor's roof.

That neighbor just so happened to be the one you two-no, the whole neighborhood-absolutely detested.

Light rubbed his nape and laughed nervously, seeing your grimace. "I'll give the score to you then. So, you have an extra shuttle?"

"Unfortunately that's my last one." You facepalmed. You used to have lots of shuttlecocks but you just kept on losing them since everytime you play with someone, they'd either get destroyed in the process or fly too high and land on unaccessible places, just like what happened.

He frowned. "Seriously? What about inside your house? I'm sure there are a bunch of them tangled in your mess."

"I told you that was my last one. I haven't been able to buy more of them so yeah. But thanks to this nerdy friend of mine, I'm now left with none."

You were only being sarcastic, but it sounded way too derisive for him that he felt somehow guilty.

"Now what do we do.." You pouted to yourself. He averted his gaze which then met the ladder from earlier, a brilliant idea crossing his mind. But the last thing he wanted to do was to get involved, in any way, with that awful neighbor. A grim expression crossed his face and you saw it as you walked closer to him.

"Hey, I'm not actually mad at you, dummy."

"No- I mean, that's a relief. But I think I can retrieve it with the ladder. They might notice me though."

You snorted, but at least there was still a way to save that shuttle. You then looked at the sky. The sun was now rawly smiling at you. Surely those rogues weren't awake yet.

"You know what? I'll do it myself."

"Don't. You might fall. I'll go do it. It's a gentleman's job after all." He grinned. "Do you think they're awake?"

"I don't think so. The curtains are closed anyway."

"Alright. In case I fall, you stay below."

"Okay, Princess Light. I'll catch you using these strong manly arms of mine. Muah!"

"Ew."

Thankfully they didn't have a second floor so the ladder's height was alright- although still short. Once Light had climbed up, you stayed below, holding the ladder just to stay sure.

"Damn. How did it get that far?" He struggled to reach it with his racket, even with his arms and body stretched already. After a few valiant attempts, he sighed and steadied himself a little. He had an idea of climbing the roof but the risk of falling down in the process was high. And he certainly didn't want to squash you either.

"Well this is hopeless."

"Don't give up now, my princess!" You continuously poked his butt with the handle of your racket, causing him to give you a death glare, wobbling a little in his position.

"Are you asking to get squashed? Stop that or I'll fall on you."

"That was just to power you up, silly! Don't you dare fall on me."

"How about falling for you?"

"Bitch."

"Now now, don't say bad words!"

He chuckled and was about to continue his mission when suddenly, the curtains flew open, revealing a grotesque face of a woman staring at Light's crotch-because that's where the window was apparently placed.

Let's just say that you two never want to recall that twenty-minute rebuking that you swore went on even as you two had already left the neighborhood, heading elsewhere.

"That went well." Light heaved a sigh, poking your racket with his as you two walked side by side. You nodded.

"Mission failed. Geez, that woman just wouldn't stop talking and bombarding us with malarkey. I'm starting to hate her."

"To be honest who doesn't? The whole neighborhood hates her as far as I know."

"Pfft, right. So what do we do now?"

He poked your cheeks, and poked, and poked, before pinching them so hard.

"Stop your fetish for my cheeks! This is abuse!"

He laughed, a genuine kind. He didn't reply but put an arm over your shoulder. You puffed your cheeks and played along.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm a bit hungry. So let's head to the convenience store."

"Unsurprising but I didn't bring any money with me."

"Not a single cent?"

"Noooope."

"I guess it's fine since I'll be the one treating you. You should be thankful." You only smiled.

On the way to the store you noticed a group of older and drunk men resting on the side of the street. Their eyes pierced uncomfortably through you. You lowered your head, still feeling their laviscious stares nonetheless. Light also noticed this, and so he pressed himself to you. You hadn't even passed them and when you did, the inevitable came. They cackled, whistling and calling you by names as they rapped the table for attention.

You ignored them and thankfully, they didn't bother you more. "Those bastards." You heard your companion clicking his tongue in annoyance, looking back at the drunk men. He saw where their gazes were and it strongly disgusted him. There was an unnerving silence as you two arrived at the store.

You both had hotdogs with buns and ice cream which was your specific request and which Light reluctantly complied to. The two of you were sitting side by side, looking through the glass wall and discussing mostly about school projects and then some gossips which all came from you. After running out of food to munch on, Light went back to buy a huge bag of chips you two would be sharing.

The sky was now a saturated mixture of orange and yellows. People strolling outside were quickly multiplying until eventually the sidewalk got packed. Few vehicles came passing by. The day was starting for a lot.

"Those guys often do that to you?"

Snapping back to reality, you cooed, "Pardon me?"

"The drunk men we just came across with, was it the first time they've called you out like that?"

"Nope. They're always out drinking.." You saw him creasing his brows. "I know what you're thinking. Well they can't be help so don't think too much about it."

"Can't be help or not, that's still wrong. Did you see the way they looked at your curves? Those men reek danger for a young woman like you. Who knows what their next moves are?" Clenching his fist, he growled. He was truly worried for you. He knew how the world is full of suspicious people like them, and who knows that they're capable of doing?

"Now now worry-wart, don't be so angry."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? You should really start walking home with me early. Does it kill you to immediately go home after school even when you have no business there anymore?"

He got you there. "But I don't want to instantly go home."

"Keep thinking like that and you might never be able to go home again."

You pursed your lips at how scary he made that sound. "Listen, [Y/N]. In this world, there are only a few people you can actually trust. And those guys? They're not looking worthy of someone's trust, even one bit. They're also not the only possible threats to you. Anyone you don't know, or even who you're acquainted with, could be. Even if they look so charming. I'm saying this as a warning, and as your friend. The way they looked at you really triggered me. I can't let you continue your routine anymore. Sure, I know you're going to argue that there's lots of bystanders in case something happens, but that's not always the case. And we're not even sure if they'll help you or proceed to give a blind eye to it."

There came a long pause as you absorbed his words. Hearing them made you feel grateful for having a friend like him-someone who speaks up because he cares about you and your safety. You merely nodded with your mouth agape.

"..I-I'll do as you say then. Thank you Light, really. I appreciate your concern. You give the best advices.. I-you're one of the best people out there."

"Sorry to suddenly explode like that." He smiled, and your heart softened. You asked, "And so, by saying that.. You trust me?"

"Needless to ask dummy. I wouldn't have said that if I didn't."

"Thank you. You know I trust you too. You're one of the people who's worth my trust." You flushed pink as you scratched your nape. This kind of conversation will always make you shy.

"You don't have to say thank you to me for trusting you. And what you said.. You're worth trusting, too."

You didn't argue. The following minutes were silent as you two stared at the void while eating potato chips. You didn't have any new topics in mind, and he seemed to be lost in his thoughts-or his daydreams. You didn't want to interrupt whatever was going on in that complex mind of his.

You absently stood up, craving for another black coffee, but you halted and went back when you remembered you didn't have your own money.

"Oh? You want something?"

"I want coffee. Well- if you don't mind. Ehehehe."

"That I am not going to buy for you. That's going to be your third coffee and the day's only starting."

"Hmph. Forgot I have a mom for a friend. But anyway, you good? You seemed to be thinking about something rather serious earlier."

"Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled. Although he was really deep in thought of something-but what was it?

As he'd already said, he trusted you. He had been friends with you since middle school. He developed the ability to read through your mind. With you both growing closer day by day, he had already memorized your hobbies, your predictably unpredictable schedules, your common moods, your personality, and your flaws as a human being. Heck, he could even write an entire biography book about you with all the facts 99% accurate if he wanted to.

To him, you were fascinating, despite the fact that you weren't his ‘ideal’ girl. But as they say, some ideals are bound to get broken when something unexpected and much more interesting comes along the way. Sure, you couldn't read his mind as good as he read yours. You couldn't decipher and foresee what his next moves would be very well, wasn't in the exact same level as he was, but he grew attached to you. He trusted you, which was a rare thing for him to do-and consider the fact that trust is a hard thing to earn. You were an honest person, mildly annoying at some point to him. You're one that's willing to help others too. Rarely gets the initiative, but when you do, you execute amazing plans and actions.

The world is ugly, indeed, but he considered you to be one of those who made it less that way. You were one of the beautiful people in this ugly, mundane world. And that, he admired you for.

He couldn't see you as just a friend anymore. He could basically see through you, like you were his other half-like you were meant to be. You were someone he could connect with, someone he trusts, someone he could love. The label 'bestfriends' bothered him because he felt like it didn't suit you both, because something else did.

A couple.

And going back, what he was thinking about was the act of courting you and becoming your boyfriend. But doubts flooded his mind, such as you two being too young for romance, the possibility of your parents being against it since he knew you once swore that you wouldn't get a boyfriend until the age of 25 (which was actually a half-joke), and him not knowing what to properly do afterwards. Was he ready for this? Having you as his girlfriend wouldn't really change or affect anything such as his studies. It would still be the same.. just with an upgraded relationship and label with you. Besides, he had been wanting to court you for some time already. And if he doesn't do it then he'd only grow more and more restless.

He wanted to be yours. He was sure you also reciprocated his feelings. Getting into a teenage relationship is easy and quick and maybe reckless, they say, but not for someone with a complex and rational thinking like him. There were some things to consider- but you know what Light said?

'God damn it.'

"Love."

"Huh?" You weren't expecting that response at all.

"I mean I was thinking about romance."

"Ooh! Finally, you decided to add some teenage thrill in your life. So, what about romance?" You gave a sly look. "Need help? I can be cupid, except I will be hitting you with my fist."

His smile was little but genuine, looking out. "There's someone I like for some time now. I've been wanting to court her."

"Awe! My boy has finally grown! My son is finally having a love interest! Eh, but why do you look so uncertain? Is there a catch?"

"Not really." He looked at you, his cheek resting on his palm. You raised an eyebrow.

"If that's the case then go for it! Who would dare to refuse the Light Yagami anyway? If you're feeling doubtful, which is highly unlikely for you, don't be. Any girl would swoon over you, even myself." You chuckled. He gave a fake impression of still being doubtful, looking down with his hands now on his thighs. It was a rare sight to see. You placed a hand on his shoulder, tapping it. Just then, he looked at you straight in the eye.

"It's not like you to lose some confidence. Come on, don't be sad. You can do it. Go ahead and court the lucky one. Cupid approves." You gave him a thumbs up.

"..If you say so," he seized your wrist and stood up.

"Can I court you then?"

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nanaminsonyfans · 4 years

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✨Hawks Headcanons✨

A/N; Me? Doing self indulgent headcanons because i simp for a birdman? No...

Gender Neutral Reader x Hawks

Masterlist✨Request Rules

Warnings; NSFW, fluff, cursing, lewd themes, corny nicknames, slight possessiveness,

SFW;

This man has bird instincts to a mild degree

Like, he puffs up his feathers when he’s excited, happy, or mad

Well, when he’s mad they kinda flare up sharply and it’s kinda scary

He gets very territorial with what he thinks is his

That’s you

Someone flirting with you?

His wings will puff tf up, like, WOOSH

You see the red blob out of the corner of your eye and end the conversation there

No one needs to die tonight

Keigo is still human though

He likes to take you on flights around the city under the stars, it’s really romantic.

Those are his favorite dates

Whatever language you have as a second on, he will find pet names for you other than baby bird, song bird, kid, etc...

Portuguese? Your nickname is now Carinho(endearment) and Meu bem(my dear)

Spainish? Nickname around the house is Bonbonita(candy), Mi amor(my love), Cariño(honey or darling), Estrella(star), and Pollito(small chicken). (sorry im hispanic and thats all i know)

He 10/10 calls you pollito is public to mess with you

“There’s my little Pollito!”

“Shut the fuck up, birdman.”

Keigo likes to be a tease to the press, people will see you on the streets for dates or just getting take out, so they’ll bombard him after his simple tasks as a hero

“Who is that mystery person with you yesterday?” “Um, why don’t we focus on this search and rescue after the EARTHQUAKE that my personal life. Thank you, Rebecca.”

Man has some sass tbh

He likes to show you off though, but still doesn’t confirm anything to the outside world

Your friends, colleges, and family of course know about your relationship. But people outside of that don’t really need to know

Keigo and you like to keep it that way

He likes to spoil you of course, if that means just watching your favorite movie with you? He’ll do it, even if he hates said movie or show. Wanna just go to mall and shop? Of course! You deserve it.

This man loves to go to build-a-bear honestly

You own most of their collection

NSFW;

Whew, as I said before, this man is like a bird in mild ways

He goes into a flight heat, idk if that is for birds but dont come for me

You can tell when he does because he’ll get more aggressive with you hanging out with other males

Whether it’s colleges or just friends, his wings go WHOOSH

By the time you get home, it’s fucking over for you

Say goodbye to walking tomorrow :)

Listen, this man has a huge cock lets just get that out of the way

he’s very cocky about it but, not annoyingly so

He likes to be gentle as first then rough

Keigo will start off usually slow, whispering dirty things in your ear while leaving bites and marking what is his

“You’re so fucking naughty for teasing me like that, you know that outfit drives me crazy.” His hot breath against your neck or ear always makes you shiver

This man eats you out like he’s been STARVED

The tongue does wonders honestly

If you pull his wings or hair while he is doing so? He will go feral

“Oh fuck- do that again y/n.” So you do, and he lets out the deepest growl ever

You fucking melt at that

Keigo loves when you pull at his wings, he’s blinded by lust honestly, but he know not to be too rough unless you say the ok

Your safe word is chicken, because of course it is.

By the end you’ve pulled out at least a third of his wings

He obviously cums a lot, and you hear his wings flutter and shudder as he does, always tickling you slightly when he does

“Ugh, my little pollito was so good for me...”

“You ruined the moment.”

“What? How?! I just called you an endearing term!”

Silence from you

“Y/nnnnnnnn!”

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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I’m pushing out another one of my long-since-drafted things to the queue bc I’m trying to start keeping the queue active 24/7 and fill more asks but have this in the meantime

//dark shit, like the blood gore violence kind of yandere not the hot kind, brief animal death, gruesome slow npc death, gore, violence, blood, decaying/putrefaction mention

I'm really bad at judging what's mild versus severe when it comes to gore/blood bc I tend to underestimate, I think this is kinda severe? Let me know which it is actually pls so I have a better idea for the future ---------------------------------------- I mentioned a while back in the corpse disposal post and murder methods post that Razor can be... Brutal to say the least, but to expand more on the concept I feel like there's a big potential for a sort of gap moe with him, a duality that seems to contradict itself. Because in many ways he's a sweetheart, always trying to find things to make you happy, often smiling with those wide, excited eyes, physically affectionate with nuzzles and the like. But the other side of that, he's not actually aware of how... desensitized he is. You notice it early on and it catches you off guard a bit the first time it happens. Some poor little animal you two see struggling, like a bird stuck in a tree, and you urge him to go get it and he nods and says ok. Grabs it, and just as you're about to thank him and let it go you hear its little bones snap under the crush of his grip with a final pained chirp. There, he got it, see? Now you two can eat it together. That was why you wanted him to grab it right? To kill it? Why else? He looks down and realizes oh, it's still twitching, so he reached a hand up and twists its neck. There, now it's dead, he says with a beaming smile. But it falls and he tilts his head when he sees the shocked look on your face. What's wrong? Why are you so upset? You soon learn a lot of the animals don't... die immediately. The little things the wolves drag back are still kicking and struggling, still making noises as they tear into them to devour. It makes you sick to your stomach when you witness it, tears come to your eyes. He knows you don't like it and warns you, but... he doesn't understand why? Why does it upset you like that? He doesn't get it. It's a gnawing awareness in the back of your mind. You start to pick up on his... lack of reactions to certain things. You were once in the church getting healing for a minor wound of his when another group of adventurers came rushing through the doors, desperately begging for help for their friend they were carrying... some guy seriously injured, gored by a boar. The sight is burned in your mind forever, the organs spilling out of his split gut, the shivering and wide, bloodshot eyes, the blood bubbling out of his mouth with choked horrific groans and the way his body convulsed involuntarily. The most horrid thing you'd ever seen. And you were pretty certain it was that way for everyone. Everyone in the church was gasping, some people were retching and trying to hold back sickness, people ran out of the room as they were unable to handle the scene, tears were in everyone's eyes, and as the man wailed in agony from them setting his dislocated bones, you watched the bystanders cringe and wince. Every person in the vicinity was visibly horrified.... except for one. Razor's face was neutral. Curious. He leaned in closer to get a better look, eyebrows raised. He doesn't flinch at the sight of organs spilling onto the ground and the man starting to convulse and foam at the mouth as his eyes roll back into his head. And then, after a moment, he asks if you're ready to leave, says he feels better now and that man is really loud, he doesn't like it. His voice doesn't even have the slightest hint of a wavering or discomfort. When you come across a man in the woods caught in a bear trap, you can barely stand to look at it. Just hearing the cries for help had you shivering, and the sight of the pooling blood and utter agony on the man's face had you gasping, hand over your mouth as you tried to look away. ...Razor didn't seem to mind, though. He just undoes the trap and, without giving the man any warning, yanks it apart, pulling the spikes from his legs. As he does, blood shoots out and splatters on his face. He doesn't flinch, nor when the man screams. He does finally seem to react to the pained groans the man makes. But... It's not like your reactions. He's not flinching and grimacing, drawing in sharp breaths and tensing up, eyes watering in pity and shock like you. Instead, his eyes narrow and he puts his hands over his ears as you stoop down to help the poor man. His eyebrows furrow. He almost looks... Annoyed. He draws his foot back as if he's about to kick him, but freezes with realization when he looks at you, as if he forgot you were standing there, and puts his foot back down. You're certain he wasn't actually going to do that, of course. You're not sure why he did that, but... He wouldn't do something like that, even in a moment of dissociation from his human awareness. He does volunteer to be the one to go get help, though, getting away fast, but for some reason you sense it was more out of irritation at the noise rather than horror at the whole thing. Perhaps the worst was the decomposing body, that day you took a walk in the woods together. He smelled it first, nose wrinkling up in disgust at the putrid smell. But it was strong enough that you smelled it soon after. He says having dead animals this close to the residence of the pack is not good, they all hate the smell, so he can try to move the carcass of whatever animal it is... but it's not an animal, it turns out, once you finally find the source, collapsed at the bottom of a cliff from where they most likely fell to their death. Well, it's kind of a stretch to say it still resembles a human either, but you can tell from the general shape. It's more just like a glob, putrefied and rotting flesh falling off the bones. It shocks you so much you fall backwards, but he just moves closer. Ugh, too far rotted to move, he can't do anything about it, he realizes as he gives the decaying mass a kick and watches the blackened flesh slide off the bones. Oh well. ...In your shock, it takes you a moment to realize how... unbothered he seems. Mildly annoyed by the smell, but his expression is neutral as he looks at one of the most horrifying sights you've ever seen, he just yawns as he walks away from it and says you two should get away from the smell, it makes his head hurt.

The events all linger in the back of your head. A growing sense of wrongness, a dark, cold dread that settles in your stomach as the occurrences slowly grow in number, one after the other, each time you notice the complete lack of any sign of disturbance on his face, in his voice or body language. You ask him once, one time when you get the courage to ask such a... potentially offensive question. Don't you... feel anything when you see things dying? When they're in pain? He nods. He gets what you mean. The feeling when you watch something die. Hungry, right? Oh, no? Maybe you mean the irritation, a kind of angry feeling, what's the word... impatient...? Because the thing is taking too long to die and he wants it to go ahead and die already. Or maybe you mean like when that man was injured? When something is dying but it's not something you wanna eat? Yeah, he has a feeling then too. Um... kind of like anger... you taught him the word once... annoyed? They make so much noise, and he doesn't like loud things. When that man came into the church... he didn't like how loud it was. Why didn't they just kill him, since he was making so much noise...? He doesn't get it. When things annoy him, he kills them, like loud birds and biting bugs. He kinda had an urge to just... reach out and make the man stop screaming, just twist his neck like he does small animals when they make too much noise. But he's smart, he says, he knows the other people might get mad. Yes, he uses the word "might," not "would," as if it was a mere possibility. So it doesn't really come as a surprise when the same attitude applies to the people at his own mercy, the people that get too close to you and end up dragged out to the woods. It's that same knowing dread in your gut, and while it horrifies you as much as it always has, you wouldn't have expected anything else. Maybe some people would feel bad about what they're doing, they would want to go ahead and get it over with, they couldn't take the begging and agony the other party is in... but not only is he totally unbothered, but if he kills him now, he says, the blood will go all over the ground, and that's bad, his lupical like eating the blood in things. So he just snaps the man's bones, that way he won't run away. It's hard to describe the excruciated noises that come out of the other's throat when he does. It's unlike any noise you've ever heard a human make, that kind of pain. The sweat that pours from the other's skin from the agony, the way his mouth hangs open even when he can't scream anymore, the trembling and muffled begging as he moves to the next limb. You tremble and cry. You shiver uncontrollably, you whimper for him to stop. Your eyes widen when he grabs each limb and you close your eyes and sob and grimace and cringe with the snapping sound. Razor, on the other hand, stays just as neutral as before. Face blank and empty, as if performing any other mundane task. He doesn't flinch at the snapping. His expression is unchanging at the sound of screams and the groans as he drags the still-living figure behind him by his shattered ankle all the way back home. When he finally goes to look back at you, he tilts his head at the look on your face. Why do you still look upset? There's no blood yet... isn't it blood that makes you upset? Maybe not? Maybe it's the sound that bothers you? Yeah, you flinch whenever the man groans in pain, so it must be the sounds of the dying things that you don't like, it annoys him too really. Ok, that can be fixed... sound comes from the throat right? Well, he left his claymore a ways away so, it'll just take a second, the guy is thrashing a bit but eventually he holds him still enough to get his teeth latched around his throat and just... bites down. The sound is a squelching, crunching sound, one that you'll never forget, it makes every hair on your body stand on end and your skin crawl. He pulls back with the mass of bleeding flesh and tracheal tissue in his jaws and spits it out on the ground. There, see...? You can see the blood on his teeth reflecting the light as he smiles. He's not making noises anymore, so... why do you still have that look on your face? Is it because the body on the ground is all... spasming and convulsing like that? Well, uh... that'll stop soon, probably. At least it's nice and quiet now. He gets it, really, he doesn't like loud noises either.

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Good Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, a lil angst

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink, oral (f & m rec.), mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, cumplay, reader is a virgin, jungkook is lowkey a hoe, a lil heartbreak, Taehyung makes an appearance, long haired jungkook, mentions of harrassment, jungkook punches a guy, strength kink

Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. It's not like he's a true blood baby boy; he's just too lazy to put any effort into his flings. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate for his apartment to share rent and space however, he didn't quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep with a box full of pastel colored belongings, ready to move in. And what he definitely didn't expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???

A wink was all he got from the woman who'd occupied his bed together with him last night as she walked out his bedroom door, seemingly knowing how to get out of his apartment. Jungkook ran his hand through his still sweaty hair, groaning after stretching his arms above his head, his mood seemingly sunkissed. He just finished an almost three hour sex-session after all; all without him providing any actual effort. His dick had seemed to be enough for her anyways, her face when she rode him happy, although he could really care less.

Reaching for his laptop near his bed, he didn't bother to put on any clothes for now, just wanting to check if he'd gotten any new E-Mails or messages, clicking through the casual nudes that constantly seemed to slip into his postbox. He cocked his head to the side however when he noticed that a website has notified him of an answer to his ad online; he'd put it up some time ago now after Taehyung, his former roommate, had to move out simply because Jungkook himself couldn't survive the older one's sleep shedule. Tae seemed to never sleep, waking the younger one up on a daily (and nightly) basis. He really tried to get along with him, both of them sharing a deep friendship, but god no, as a roommate he couldn't stand that guy. His rent however was something he struggled as well, so as much as he really wanted to live alone, he couldn't. He clicked the message on the website, his interest peaked.

"Hello. Is this AD still up to date? My name is Y/N, and I'm searching for a place because I'm starting to work close by soon, and its too expensive to take the bus for hours on end every day.. so uh, I don't know? I'm really good at cooking, and I promise I'll be so quiet and organized you won't even notice I'm there! I work at a restaurant nearby as a waitress- I mean, I'm going to, haha. Ugh, I hope you're okay sharing your apartment with a girl as well, I for my part don't have a problem with that! So, I guess, I'll wait for your reply?

Have a nice day!"

He scoffed a little, hovering over the delete button, but instead, he clicked her profile icon, opening the details. Her profile picture showed a white big dog, being hugged by what he assumed was her. He couldn't see her face however, half of her face above her nose cropped out to fit the entire dog instead. He could spot her clothes however; a top and skirt, flat shoes and sheer tights with white spots on them. His brows furrowed, how old was she? Her profile said she was about a year younger than him, every post she'd made up to this date about pet stuff, clothes who all seemed to follow a pastel-color scheme, and artwork you seemed to be selling. You were basically the definition of cute.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset when he denied your request, but somehow he thought it over. You said you could cook and you did seem like an organized person. Knowing what kind of effect he could have on people, he could probably scare the shit out of you and keep you around without really having to interact much; and rent was also due this month, so the sooner he found a roommate the better. "Fuck it." He said, and began to type his reply.

When his doorbell rang, he almost burned his hand with the hot water he currently used to make himself a cup of ramen, cursing loudly. Who the fuck wasn't home again so he had to take their package in? One day the old lady across the hall would find a dead rat or something in front of her door, he swore to himself. Ripping the door open with so much force he could feel a bit of wind gushing by, his eyes widened when he saw a similar face in front of him- well, a little below actually. He remembered your lips instantly for some awkward reason, having tried to maybe paint a picture of what you looked like entirely over the last few days. He would've never expected something like this however- you looked like a literal doll in his opinion, your eyes wide open and mouth a little parted, shiny lipgloss making him swallow. Wait, did he really forget that you said you wanted to move in today?!

"I uh.. I'm- I'm Y/N, we- I- the ad..?" You said, your voice sounding nothing like the woman he usually was around. He smirked a little, moving so you could step inside, food now definitely forgotten on the kitchen counter. He really should've at least cleaned up a little he thought. Whatever.

"Yeah, figured. There you go, thats your room. The keys and shit are on the matress, make sure you don't loose 'em." He simply said, before leaving you alone in your new home to settle down.

"What I'm trying to say is, Y/N, you and I, this could really be something!" Taehyung slurred into your ear, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. For some reason it pissed him off to no ends how close the older one seemed to be, constantly hitting on you like he was a starving man, even know half of town knew very well that he wasn't. He could see why; you were innocent, and Tae known to fool around a lot. You were a challenge, something new for him, and he would lie if he said that he wasn't interested as well. Oh he was; but he also had at least some manners left inside of him, contrary to popular belief not only thinking with his dick. Taehyung however was only out for fun, making Jungkook question if he should really let this continue.

He decided no.

"Alright you fucking whore, it's bedtime isn't it? I'll call you a cab." Taehyung groaned at the younger one's words, nodded his head however before looking at you with a smirk.

"Ah, what a shame. But if you wanna have some fun you know my number!" He said, as if he didn't just offer you sex. You blushed at this, not answering, making Jungkook watch you a bit. You really were something else. "Jungkookie, you're so nicee... If I was gay I would definitely suck your dick-" The younger in question made a disgusted yet amused face, putting a hand over the blue haired one's mouth.

"Yeah yeah, you pay me back though you fucker." He said, before going into the kitchen to make the call. Taehyung, being left alone with you again started with his questioning, as he had done the entire night.

"So, Y/N.." He said, dragging out the last syllable of your name playfully, making you shuffle around where you were sitting a bit. He certainly was a pretty attractive guy, but he also seemed to be very straightforward- something you always had struggled with, being more on the shy side. You looked at him, silently urging him to continue before taking a sip of your own beer- cherry flavored, simply because the regular was too bitter in your opinion. "What kind of toys do you use, heh?" He questioned, and you coughed suddenly. Taehyung laughed loudly at that, cooing when you calmed down slowly.

"Taehyung, stop harassing my roommate you fucking idiot. I need her to pay half of the rent-" He said, before sitting down next to you, raising one of his eyebrows at you. "And she also makes some killer lasagna. Kinda wanna keep that." He said, before laughing a bit. Even though Jungkook seemed to be pretty intimidating to you, he was actually a pretty good guy to have around. You both barely ever fought, and overall you could almost see yourself falling for him too- he had the looks after all. But his habit of bringing people over just to satisfy himself was something that made you keep some distance between you both. He wasn't someone to settle down- let alone with someone like you. You were pretty much the exact opposite of what he seemed to like.

Sending Tae home was easier than you both thought. Not being able to go to bed you both decided to watch some late night shows while casually talking- something that wasn't uncommon between you two. Just when you seemed to have gotten comfortable again, Jungkook couldn't help but tease you again.

"So, what Toys do you use, heh?" He said, laughing with his head thrown back afterwards at your red face. This would certainly never get old in his opinion. Just as he was about to apologize and tell you you didn't have to answer, your voice was heard, however.

"None." You said, and his eyes widened at that. "What? Do I look like I do these things to you?" You asked, and he cocked his head to the side a bit, scanning you obviously. He shrugged, and you began to pout, moving to wrap your pastel pink blanket around yourself. "I don't even know how to buy one. That stuff is just.. don't know. Gross." You said, and Jungkook turned on the couch, body facing you now, his interest sparked.

"Gross? So you never had sex before?" He said, and you went silent. Were you serious right now? You were an angel in his eyes, body proportions almost perfect, hell, even your slight imperfections were adorable in his eyes. Up until now he had been sure that you at least have had your fair share of experience, but a virgin? His world was suddenly turned upside down. "Well.. that's something I didn't expect." He said, making you raise your eyebrows at him. "You're hot. Thats why. Oh well." He said, missing the way your eyes widened at that. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight." He simply said, and you answered with a short 'goodnight' as well- still a bit surprised by his statement. Jungkook thought.. you were attractive?

He'd somehow gotten used to you, how you would leave your pastel pink but admittedly really soft blanket in a pile on one edge of the couch in the living room, how you sometimes left your toothbrush in the sink when you'd been in a hurry, or how you would hum to a song, not knowing he could hear you very clearly. Maybe he really did go soft after living with you for a while. He still didn't know himself why he got so upset with Taehyung the day prior; was he really being selfish? He was protecting you, nothing more. Taehyung was everything but a gentle lover, jungkook just knew he'd break you for sure, not to mention that you already stated how much you despised one night stands, which were practically Taehyungs speciality. He was just looking after you, nothing more.

The more he thought about it however, the more problematic the entire plan became.

But even now, while the young woman whose name he had already forgotten was giving it her all sucking his dick, all that seemed to swim around in his head were the events of the previous evening; how innocent and embarrassed you looked at him when you told him you'd never bought, let alone use a toy before. Surely you'd be someone to enjoy a good vibrator he thought, maybe as a gag he could buy you one? Oh how enchanting you'd look, spread out on his mattress while he would edge you over and over until you'd be crying, begging for his mercy. He would praise you for taking it so well, for being so good for him and only him, and he just knew you would blush. Instead of rushing to his own satisfaction, he would go slow, agonizingly slow, just to see how far he could push you. He would feast on you like a predator on his prey, pull you close so you had no chance of escaping him, he would trace every curve of your skin, gently, as if to make up for the bruises and Mark's he would surely leave all over you to feed his inner need to claim you, even though he would never let anyone see you like this while he was alive and breathing anyways. He just knew you would fit perfectly underneath him, his body covering you and shielding you away from the world around. Would you be able to take all of him? He probably would have to stretch you real good before even thinking about pushing his dick inside you, yet he just knows you would somehow make him proud and take it all, and he would continue his praises, telling you what a good girl you are.

He almost laughed at the situation, he really was in deep, wasn't he? Frustrated and confused he started to picture someone else entirely kneeled between his legs on the floor, how you'd bat your eyelashes at him like the fucking angel you were instead of the girl currently there, and that thought alone gave him the final push to shoot his load down the strangers throat, who moaned obscenely at the feeling. Usually he would be aroused, ready for more, but the sound of someone who wasn't his little roommate ripped him out of his daydream. This couldn't go on like that. Sending the lady out without many words, he decided that he just needed to fuck you, and all would be good again. He was just curious. Nothing else. He just needed to satiate his hunger and he could go back to normal.

How would he be able to do this without ending up hurting you? No matter how big his hunger for you was, he also considered you somewhat of a friend. He remembered when you came home crying one time after a bad day at work, and how he wanted to hold you, shielding you from any harm, making you feel safe. Because that's what he, and only he could do in his opinion. No matter what, he'd protect you, as weird as that sounded. Shit.

He really had a crush on you.

Unknowing to him you always held your hands over your ears whenever he brought home a different girl, not being able to listen to his moans mixed with someone else's. You were slowly beginning to regret moving in, already starting to think about maybe searching for a different apartment. But the rent was cheap, your room big, and his company relaxing when he wasn't busy being buried in someone he couldn't even remember after a day or two. Somehow tears were leaking out of your eyes, and you took your hands down from the sides of your head to wipe them away, careful to be as silent as possible as to not alert him that you were awake, well aware of the shower turning on. You did notice however how his sessions became shorter and shorter, always seeming to end sudden instead of usual. But the more you thought of it, the more angry at yourself for falling for this manwhore you became. You really should hate him- but you couldn't.

Tonight was definetely the prime example of why you didn't go into clubs. The sheer amount of people around you, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne and perfume all around made you feel like a headache was inevitable. Why were you here again? Oh yes. You followed Taehyungs advice and 'tried to make friends' instad of looming around your apartment all day. But right now you just really wished you stayed home instead of going here.

Sure, you liked your coworkers, and they seemed nice and everything, but if you were being honest, they're definition of fun was entirely not yours. You began to feel cramped up in the large club, making you desperately pull your phone out of your pocket, texting Jungkook in hopes he could save you from this god forsaken torment they called a club.

Minutes later, after Jungkook oh so gentlemanly told you to pick you up, you stood in front of that said location, waiting for his cheap but admittedly nice car to pull up. Sadly, someone else seemed to be way more intent on bringing you home- a young man your age, attractive, yes, but also heavily intoxicated. He had already eyed you up inside the building you noticed, yet hadn't made a move towards you. Now however, he seemed more determined than ever.

"Lets go home baby, I swear you won't regret-" He started, but you moved away from him, clenching onto your little handbag in order to at least keep your belongings safe if he tried anything else. Suddenly both your figures were drowned in the warm light of Jungkook's car lights- you immediately recognized them simply by the fact that one was brighter than the other, something you always told him, yet he always waved you off, telling you that both were doing just fine, even though his left light was clearly almost dead. Typical him, you thought. Yet right now, you couldn't be happier to see him.

He however, did not seem happy at all. His face was serious, his wavy hair hanging a little over his eyes, steps fast and strong enough that you could hear his black boots almost crush the slight gravel of the parking lot. "Fuck off sunnyboy and go back inside." He simply yelled out, having already seen how uncomfortable you were with the stranger so close to you. Jungkook wasn't someone to blindly punch someone, that said however, he couldn't contain himself once he saw the guy reaching out for your arm, your figure instinctively scrambling to get behind Jungkooks way larger body. He didn't even notice his fist connecting with the strangers face, simply leading you by the small of your back inside his car, driving home without any more words.

You were not to be touched by someone so dirty like this young man who didn't even knew his own limits it seemed.

Yet you were completely confused now. Maybe, if you were now the reason he got into physical fights, you should make a decision.

The next morning, sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched Jungkook filling your bowl with cereal as well- lucky charms for you, and chocolate chips for him. It became somewhat of a routine since you both woke up roughly around the same time, sharing breakfast was common. The best moment in your opinion to pop the bomb.

"I'm moving out." You said softly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, leg nervously bouncing up and down. Why did this feel like you were breaking up with him? You both would've ended up going separate ways sooner or later anyways- so he would probably just nod, ask when, and that would be it. He was someone who didn't bother much. But the second you said it, he turned around completely shocked, suddenly very much awake.

"Why? Did I do something?" He asked, sounding genuinely offended for some reason you couldn't come up with. In his mind, scenario over scenario started to play, as if he wanted to search for something he may have said or done to make you so upset that you didn't want to live with him anymore. He knew he shouldn't be so upset over it, since you and him were merely roommates, friends who shared an apartment, nothing more, but he never really expected you to come up with it so sudden. Or maybe you had a boyfriend? What if it was Taehyung, and you just didn't tell him? He would rip that fucker's stupid blue hair out, he knew-

"No. I- not reall-" You sighed, setting your elbows on the kitchen table before letting your head fall into your hands. "Actually yes, you did." You started, looking at him, but unable to hold eye contact with the now completely confused curly haired boy in front of you. "You.. uh.. I cant sleep. Your, 'guests', the walls aren't really soundproof and like, I really- and just.. ugh this is so awkward, please don't make me say it-" You said, groaning the rest of your sentence before stubbornly shoving your back against the chair, throwing your legs back and forth viciously, reminding Jungkook of a kid who was close to throwing a tantrum. Even though this was definitely not the time to think about you laid out over his leg, his hand hitting your perfectly shaped butt until it was red just to punish you for being such a brat, exactly this picture began to form in the back of his head. He hated himself somehow, really. But somehow instead of accepting your decision, he moved to stand at the table, hands on top of it, eyes searching yours.

"Say it Y/N. You know I hate when I have to pull thing out your throat sweetheart." He didn't intend on using the nickname, but somehow he threw his hesitation out the window. If you really were fooling around with someone, someone who wasn't him he wanted to know- and even if you didn't share that information with him, you would move out anyways, so why hold back anymore? You shook your head at him, avoiding his gaze, and he clicked his tongue, patience slowly thinning out. "Spit it out." He said again, but he still got no reaction. His hand seemed to move without his consent when he suddenly found his fingers on your chin, moving your head to force your attention towards him. "Speak the fuck up, I swear to god." He said, voice dropping down lower, and somehow you seemed as if bewitched.

Maybe it was the way he stood there, how he still held your chin, or how intensely he looked at you, but words dropped out of your mouth as if you drank harry potters truth potion. "I cant stand that you let these girls touch you, that they can get you so easily and you just look past me a- and I really tried you know, because Taehyung said you liked mature girls more so I tried to do that, but he lied to me, you don't notice me at all, you're so mean you-" He shut your mouth with his mouth, trying to process the information he just received, yet it seemed like it was too much at once. You were.. jealous? And what kind of stupid advice was Taehyung giving away, that fucker? It was true that he liked his women to be confident and mature, but that was just so they knew what they were doing, and he didn't need to put so much effort into something he could get so easily.

"So you were jealous?" He said, a small smirk creeping up on him, cooing at you internally when you shook your head, face red. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked. Geez." He said, but instead of being relieved, your shoulders sagged down. "What?" He asked, and you mumbled to him.

"Because I don't want just that one time stuff you do." Jungkook looked at you, eyes softening at your somehow-confession. He just put together the pieces in his head, and it did make sense. You were practically attached to him wherever he took you, always seemingly glowing whenever his attention was on you. He was as much as a dense head than you were, and he couldn't help but pull out a chair and sitting down, patting his legs as an invitation.

"Good, because I don't want that either. And I don't share either." He said, and looked at you gently, but with a deep darkness behind his eyes. "Trust me baby, you can sit down now and I promise you'll be the only one to have me- or you can move out and go on with your life." He almost laughed at the way it suddenly clicked in your head on what he was offering, suddenly jumping up and sitting on his thighs, legs on either side of his body. He looked down at you, a divine picture coming to life. His hands were placed on the exposed skin under your skirt, slowly sliding over the soft skin until his fingers felt the seam of your tights- those goddamn things he'd wanted to rip off of you so badly these past days. "You can touch me, you know?" He said lowly, and you noticed how awkward you must've looked for a second, seated on his lap with your hands in front of you, unsure where to put them. Just to ground yourself, your fingers began to play with his shirt, and he had to swallow the laugh that wanted to break free. "You don't have to do this, you know? I'm fine with waiting-" He began, but you immediately shook your head, however, at loss for words. He smiled again, dangerously so you noticed. His head dipped down, finally touching your skin on your neck with his lips, leaving open mouthed kisses under your earlobe down to the crook, hands moving over your clothes already mapping out your body in his mind, one hand pulling down one side of your soft fleece jacket you wore, pulling down your shirt as well, so he could softly nip at your shoulder, making you gasp oh so cutely at his actions. His hands didn't stop however, moving over your chest, kneading both of your breasts softly, as if he would hurt you if he used too much strength- which was probably the case. He already loved how bis his hands looked running over your body, how your hands held his shirt in fists, eyes closed, yet not because of fear; you looked serene to him, face showing him the soft pleasure you felt. He suddenly moved you a little, making you straddle one of his leg, core pushed against his thigh. "Let's start slow, yeah?" He asked, whispering words into your ear, lips never parting from you. He slowly began to move your hips, urging you to simply follow what you thought felt best to you. "Use me baby. Get off on my thigh." You whined at that, slowly starting to move more and more boldly, and he decided that he was officially a goner. Even if you didn't want him after whatever may be happening, he knew he could never go back. The way you squeezed your eyes shut every now and then, moving back and forth yet always a bit helpless, showing how inexperienced you were. He could feel the wet patch forming on his jeans, his hands moving you a bit faster, before you let your head fall onto his shoulder, making him chuckle. "What is it baby? Do you need help, hm?" He said, a bit mockingly even, and you nodded into his shoulder. "Tell me what you need then. What do you want, princess?" He said, running his hands over your back, feeling your bodyheat through your clothes.

"wanna get the same.. as the others.." You mumbled, unsure what you were even asking for. Jungkook however simply smiled, suddenly lifting you up, hands under your behind carrying you to his room, before finally letting you fall onto his mattress, laughing when your body jumped a little, making you squeak so cutely. He smiled, crawling over you, his fantasy finally coming to life- you looked so lost under him, so utterly defenseless he could swear he could feel something primal awake inside him- and that was not his dick, which already strained against his jeans, impatient.

"Ah but Baby.." He began, taking off your soft jacket before his hands traced your bare arms until he moved them under your shirt, feeling your skin underneath his fingers. "You're my special girl.." He began to lift your shirt up, helping you out of it before he got rid of your skirt as well, chuckling at your cute lacey underwear, which was so typically you. So innocent, yet so arousing, how you squirmed underneath him in nothing but those pastel colored undergarments. "And special girls get special treatments.." His words were low, soft spoken yet with a rough edge to his tone, a natural feature of his voice that you've come to love. You couldn't even begin to paint out a picture of what he was talking about- sure, you have seen your fair share of adult films, you weren't a kid after all- but up until this moment, up until you met Jungkook, you've never really thought about what you could like when it came to these things. Even in your thoughts you felt shy saying any profanities out loud, how could you expect to know about kinks? "But only if you can behave for me, but you can do that right?" He said, unhooking your bra behind your back with ease and interrupting your inner talk with yourself. "You'll be my good girl, yeah?" He said, and you just viciously nodded, already growing frustrated, and oh how he loved it. This was how he had pictured you. If he had known before that this was what it felt like to have control over someone, he would've never done anything else if he was honest; but then again, you really were a special girl to him. The way you suddenly mewled when his hand cupped your heat, giving you a little pressure just to tease you even further almost caught him off guard. God have mercy on his soul, you were so sensitive to him, and it dawned on him again that he was making you this way. He was the first to- and he would make sure he'd be the only one as well. All those noises tumbling out of between your lips were only his to hear. His breathing peaked up at the view he had, how you began to impatiently rut into his hand, needy for more than he was giving you. He leaned back, finally getting rid of his own clothes as well to your satisfaction, lazily throwing his opened flannel as well as his white shirt somewhere on the floor in his room, and you couldn't help but stare. Truth be told, you didn't really know what to expect of him if you were honest, his constant gym visits giving you the impression that he had to be extremely fit, yet his habit of consuming more than two cups of ramen easily spoke differently. He was, in your eyes, the perfect in-between- he definetely was fit, his abs visible to your eyes, yet he didn't look like those over-achievers you sometimes saw walking around the same gym whenever you met him there to go home together. The way his muscles flexed at every move when he loomed over you again made you want to touch him, yet your shy side forbade you. He chuckled again. "You can touch what's yours all you want, you know?" He said, before he began to place his hand back onto your chest, his breath hot on your collarbone where he placed his kisses again, already hooked on your taste. His other, tattooed hand found its way back to your core, feeling the dampness there with amusement. You were more than what he'd imagined. Slowly he got rid of that barrier however, leaving your tights on for his own pleasure and maybe also for the aesthetic of it, his digits circling around your sensitive bud, making you squeal again, putting your hands over your mouth to keep your voice down. He clicked his tongue at this, moving them to lay right under the small of your back. "Be good and keep them there, yeah?" He said, and you looked away.

"But its- thats emb-" You couldn't even finish the beginning of your rant before he went back to his task at hand, sitting back before moving your legs to spread obscenely over his thighs simply to catch a glimpse of your glistening center, before he placed his body over yours again, hand now roughly circling in delicious eights around your clit, making you gasp out.

"Nothing you do is embarrassing, you hear me. If anything its fucking hot how you can be so fucking adorable even with my hand between your legs, doll." He said, before dipping a finger into you, making you move a bit at the foreign feeling. "Gotta stretch you out babygirl.." He said lowly, careful not to get too fast. His second finger joined in, and he could feel how tight you were around them, already clenching a bit as well, making his mouth water, but also growing a bit of worry in the back of his mind. Usually he was quite cocky about his overly average qualities down in his pants, but now he was genuinely concerned to hurt you with it. This was definitely a first for him. "Baby you're so small.. I don't think you can take it.." He said, a bit of a teasing undertone to his words as well. "See? You're already squeezing my fingers so hard princess, how could my dick ever fit inside huh?" He said, contrary to his otherwise rough nature keeping his movements gentle and slow enough for you to adjust without causing much pain. He could see the slight discomfort in your eyes, yet you suddenly shook your head, voice whiny.

"Uh-uh.." You mumbled, and he laughed a bit at that. "can take it.." You said bratty as ever, feeding his ego to no ends. "Wanna have it- you.. you gon' give it right? 'm good.." You said, having troubles keeping your hands under your back just like he told you to, grabbing the sheets underneath you instead to have something to keep yourself grounded.

Jungkook couldn't stop smiling. You didn't even know what you were asking for, yet you seemed so drowned in trust with him, that you simply gave him the right to do anything he wanted with you. "You sure?" He said, and smiled at the way you nodded again with your eyes closed. He moved away after that, shedding his pants before he walked over to his bedside table, fishing out a condom, before moving back to you, your eyes now on him, or more than that, on his very apparent bulge his boxers failed to conceal. Maybe you really did ask for more than you could take. Quite literally. Sensing your growing uneasiness he simply discarded his underwear, cock finally springing free, slapping soundlessly against his abdomen before he sat between your legs again. You made grabby hands for the foil package in his hands, somehow wanting to slip it onto him, yet he shook his head amused. "Nuh-uh baby. I'm afraid if you touch me right now I'll just embarrass myself and come straight away." He said, and you giggled at that. The sound of it brought him back at ease, his little joke having helped to calm you down at least a little bit. He knew this was a big thing, especially for someone like you- and it made him feel even a bit pressured if he was honest. He was slow when he dipped his head inside, your body instinctively trying to move away a bit, but you forced yourself to stay still, eyes now pressed close. Moving around a bit he kept one hand around the base of himself, the other steadying himself next to your shoulder, kissing you on your lips for the first time since you both started, surprising you enough to not notice how he somehow began to glide into you with the help of your arousal and the lubricant of the condom around him. He groaned, the first actual noise he'd made you could tie to his pleasure, and your breathing picked up once you noticed how full you felt. Gasping several times he suddenly started to laugh, making you giggle as well, even though you didn't knew what was so funny in that situation. "God- ugh.. your- fuck you're tight.." He pressed out, fighting hard against his hips' own mind yelling at him to move, to wreck you, to utterly ruin you. But he couldn't allow himself to do that- reassuring himself that he would have time for that at a later date. He slowly started to move around after he calmed down enough, keeping his speed down to keep it gentle for you. "I- fuck.." He started, having to talk to stretch his patience out, and to also ease your mild pain a little bit. "Let's- ugh.. Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I.. god-" He said, and you nodded, moaning in your delicate pitch he oh so loved. "Gonna be all romantic and shit- fuck- gonna treat you like- for Mcdonald's or some shit." He said, making you both laugh between gasps of pleasure, your hands suddenly frantically moving around the sheets, legs shaking as he began to speed up his pace. You didn't knew what an orgasm would feel like, or how you knew you would have one, but you gasped, chocking on unshed tears in frustration as you noticed that you couldn't tumble over that delicious edge, and Jungkook noticed, cooing at you. "Ah, my baby can't come without her little clit being touched?" He said, kissing the side of your neck, biting the skin teasingly before sucking a hickey on your collarbone, his hands now grabbing yours, fingers intertwining with his, before moving them around his neck, sensing how you wanted to be closer to him, even though that hardly seemed possible. "Come for me baby, you can do it." He said, kissing your shoulder as if to make up for his mark he'd left, his hand now reaching between your bodies, only needing to put a bit of pressure on your little nub to send you flying. You moaned out loud, uncaring on how you sounded, clinging onto him for dear life, his own release making him groan out as well.

He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently- your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him. "You did so, so good baby." He gently whispered between your breaths still coming out a little faster than they should. "To be honest I actually was kind of worried you wouldn't be able to take it. I'm impressed princess." He said, making you giggle. You still weren't quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down- slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again.

"Hey, Jungkookie.." You started with that nickname Taehyung always teased him with, yet you would get away with it anytime on his watch. He simply moved his head to look at you, even if you weren't at him. "Did you.. like, mean it? Are we.. a couple now, or?" You started a bit too softly, yet you didn't have to be scared of his answer to that.

He took a deep breath, before yawning a bit. "If you want us to be. I know I want to." He started, brushing some hair away from your eyes. You looked at him, big eyes so innocent like he didn't just fuck you into his mattress literally minutes ago.

"I want to!" You immediately said, making him chuckle and place a kiss on your nose, receiving a giggle at that, before you tensed up. He raised his eyebrows at that, before you looked at him surprised. "My legs are all- tingly.. Jungkook did you break me- HEY don't laugh!" You said, but he couldn't help himself.

He threw his head back, laughing his admittedly cute open laugh, before wrapping his arms around your body. "God I love you." He simply said, making you smile.

"Hey Jungkookie?" You said after a bit.

"Yeah Princess?" He answered.

"That McDonald's date still stands, right?" You said with a small voice, making him snort.

"Anything you want princess. Anything you want."

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fairyavengerwrites · 4 years

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toys ⇝ brock rumlow

content warning: explicit smut. 18+ MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE, mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, mild exhibitionism, unprotected vaginal sex, spanking

pairing: Brock Rumlow x reader

word count: 1456

author’s note: this kinda went off on a tangent. i also wanted to make brock a bit meaner but my softer side came thru, i guess. next time lmao! anyways enjoy <3

Brock did not know about your collection of sex toys. He didn’t need to. You only brought them out when he was long gone on missions and you just needed something to alleviate the need between your legs.

At the moment, Brock had been gone for three weeks, and you were getting desperate. You did not know when your boyfriend would be back, either, which wasn’t helping things.

So there you were, in the middle of the king sized bed, surrounded by plush pillows that comfortably supported you as you thrust a hot pink rabbit vibrator in and out of you, desperately wishing that instead, it was Brock’s cock stretching you out. But until then, the vibrating machine would have to do. The little ears were stimulating your lips at the same time as it filled you, pleasure pooling in your core. With your other hand, you pulled and pinched at your nipples, eyes closed as you imagined all the things that Brock would do instead, just how much better he was at making you feel good.

In your attempt to satisfy yourself, you had lost focus of your surroundings completely, and so you were unaware that Brock had just entered your shared apartment, finally home from his mission and just ready to get into bed with his cock kept warm by his sweet girl. But upon hearing the quiet noises coming from the bedroom, he knew that was not going to be the case. He recognised the sweet whines and moans, taunting him as he quietly stalked towards the bedroom. Brock pushed the door open silently, and although he sort of knew what to expect, he hadn’t expected to see you so brazenly sprawled out on the bed, thrusting some sort of toy in and out of you rapidly whilst you pawed at your own tits. It was an extremely arousing sight, watching you try to pleasure yourself. His first instinct was to stop you, though, to take over and become in charge of your pleasure, but he held himself back, wanting to see just how you would bring yourself to orgasm.

It looked like you were struggling to do so. Brock watched as you gasped and whined, trying to reach your orgasm, but it wasn’t long before you huffed in annoyed, pulling the toy out and accepting defeat. He stepped out of the door, almost pouncing on top of you on the bed. You gasped in surprise, but relaxed when you realised that it was just Brock. Then a rush ran inside of you again; you knew that Brock prided himself in how he pleased you, and he was going to have a field day with the fact you were unsuccessful in bringing yourself to orgasm. You didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or aroused. Or both.

Brock caged you in under him arms, picking the vibrator out from your hands. You took in a deep breath, apprehensive. He chuckled as he look at the toy, glistening with your juices.

“You wanna tell me what this is, baby?” Brock asked. Of course, he knew what it was. He just liked to see you squirm. And you, did, shying away and averting your gaze.

“Uh-uh,” he tutted, grabbing your chin with his fingertips, forcing you to look at him. “Go on, princess, tell me what it is.”

“I-it’s a toy,” you mumbled, just a little embarrassed.

“And what were you doing with it?” Brock’s gaze was so intense that you wanted to look away again, but you knew you couldn’t. You blinked at him, trying to work out the words, but your need was so desperate your mind had gone blank. Brock knew.

“It’s ok, pretty girl,” Brock assured, placing the toy back in your hand. “You can show me.” He pushed away and sat back on his heels, waiting for you to start the show again. Slowly, you turned the vibrator back on, pressing it against your entrance. You gasped, mainting eye contact as you pushed the toy inside of you. You watched Brock watch you, eyeing up how your pussy greedily inhaled the toy. You started thrusting it slowly again, letting your head fall back onto the pillows. The pleasure was so much more intense and satisfying with Brock watching over you. He was palming himself over his pants, watching you ram the toy inside of you.

“Make some noise for me, princess,” he ordered. Brock stopped palming himself to pull his cock out of his pants, and your pussy just clenched at the sight of it. Your toy was never going to compare to it, and you wanted it in you, now.

“Brock,” you whined, pulling the toy out and sitting up. You reached for him, but he stopped you and placed the toy back by your pussy.

“No, princess. You gotta make yourself cum first before you get my cock,” Brock told you. You whined in annoyance, but it quickly became a moan in pleasure as he started to guide the toy in and out of you. Once you both got the rhythm going again, he let go to watch you again. You were now quickly reaching your orgasm again, the vibrations sending pleasurable shockwaves through you. Your second hand went back to your nipple, stimulating the bud to increase the pleasure.

“Getting closer, princess?” Brock asked. The hand not stroking himself reached for your other tit, and instead of pulling and pinching as you were, he spanked it roughly multiple times. “Answer me, baby.”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered out, flicking your wrist to get more stimulation out of the toy.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes! Please!” You cried, feeling the coil of pleasure tighten to breaking point.

“Go on, then, princess. Cum,” he ordered, slapping your breast once more to push you over the edge. You screamed as you finally came, arching your back of the bed as you rode out your high. You breathed heavily as it washed over you, finally dropping you hips when you felt it ebb away.

“That feel good?” Brock asked you. He was still stroking himself, and he moved the hand by your breast to instead stroke your cheek. You nodded at him, smiling softly. He leaned forward to cover you.

“Good. Cause we’re not done yet, pretty girl.” Brock nudged the thick head of his cock against your lips, mixing your juices together. You whimpered, slightly oversensitive after your high. You clutched his t-shirt, wiggling your hips to get more friction. “I just got home baby, and it was a long mission.”

“I missed you,” you mumbled, the sensations rushing through your head.

“Well, I missed you too, pretty girl,” Brock returned, pressing the head against your entrance. “Missed this pretty pussy too.” He thrusted forwards, groaning as he slid in to the hilt. You whined too, arching your back again. Brock slid an arm underneath you, holding him close to you and keeping you both there for a few moments. The intimacy felt good after being apart for so long, and only made your bliss feel sweeter. Then he started to ruthlessly thrust into you, growling as you clenched down on him.

“Shit, princess,” Brock growled, throwing his head back. The rutting had no pattern to it, just an animalistic need taking over the movements. The speed was almost bruising, and the lewd sounds of your skin smacking together should’ve been embarrassing, but the shameless sound only added to your pleasure. You tucked your head into his neck, babbling and moaning nonsense as the coil got tight again.

Brock shuffled slightly to hook both of his arms under your knees, hoisting your hips up slightly and allowing him to thrust deeper into you. The slightly change in position was even more blissful, hitting the right spot in side of you. You could’ve cried from the stretch and the sensitivity, bucking your hips wildly.

“God, you love this, don’t you, princess? Feel you squeezing my cock so bad.” Brock groaned, watching you drop your head, mewling at the sensations. “Look so pretty, princess. You ready to cum again?” You nodded, whinning desperately.

“Go on,” he whispered, pushing you over by tugging on your bottom lip. You wrapped your legs around him as you came again, holding him close to you as you cried out from the washing pleasure. Brock, however, did not relent from fucking you, moving faster and faster as he chased his own finish. Finally, he stilled, growling your name as he spilled into you. Brock let go of your legs and place his arms either side of you, pulling you into softer kiss.

“I really missed you,” you mumbled sleepily, softly grinning.

“I missed you too, princess. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

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symphonicmetal101 · 4 years

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MC Struggles With Obsessive/Compulsive Behaviour

Ok, just to be clear.

I haven't been diagnosed with anything, which is why I refrain from writing "OCD" in the title. I've always known I'm a perfectionist- please be aware that there are some major differences between OCD and perfectionism, (despite what Youtube videos may say)- however I have had instances in which I have taken it too far and paid the price physically, mentally, and emotionally. Please be aware that these are all very real things that not only myself, but other people go through. I haven't had one of them in a long time, but my current circumstances make me feel like I might soon, so bear with me while I write another self-indulgent thing.

Or don't.🤷‍♀️

TW: compulsive/obsessive behaviour, a little self-deprecation as seasoning👌

Lucifer

At first, he's very happy to see that you are very organized and neat

One less thing for him to worry about

However, one day he walked past your room and saw you organizing your desk

He respected that, and continued on

The next day he passed by around the same time and saw you organizing your desk again

Odd, but perhaps one of his brothers had interfered and interrupted you, meaning you hadn't finished yesterday

It had been five days now, surely you weren't still cleaning your desk??

"MC, if my brothers bother you, you should close the door. Perhaps then you would be able to finish cleaning your desk properly. Unless you would like some direction in time management instead?"

Lucifer glanced behind you. To his surprise, your desk looked immaculate. He then saw your blushing face.

"Ah... well that's very kind of you Lucifer, however I'm afraid it's not an issue of time management or your brothers. Well, sometimes Mammon comes in and moves the pens around, so then I have to start over..."

"Start over?"

"Y-yeah." You explain your process to him, how you completely clear off your desk, to the type of cleaner you use, how many sprays, to how you like to stack your paper, to how you always have to have three paperclips to your right, and how the black pen is always in between the blue and the red.

"And when Mammon moves the pens...you start over?"

"Yeah. I do."

Lucifer has sympathy for you, put also struggles because it seems like a waste of time if he were to do it.

But he doesn't do it, and it seems to make you calm, so instead he buys you proper gloves for cleaning and a few more bottles of your cleaner

Mammon

"Come on MC, I wanna show ya something in my room."

Oh no

Nononono

You could feel yourself panicking a bit. Mammon's room was messy

Not messier than Levi's but still

But he looked really excited, so you reluctantly followed him

"TA-DA!!!"

Oh wow. His room was spotless!

"I-uh, noticed ya only seem to be comfortable in yours or Lucifer's room. It-it took a while for me to figure out why, but...whaddya think? Will it work for ya?"

He smiled at you and you could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"It looks great! You even picked up the water bottles that were by your bed!!"

He instantly became more confident, his smile growing wider and his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Of course it looks great! Why wouldn't it?"

You gave him a withering stare

"Uh..yeah. Y'know, if ya had just told me ya didn't like it being so messy I woulda tidied up sooner. J-just make sure ya let me know if it gets too messy again. I want ya to be comfortable in more places than just your room, so my room seemed like a good idea."

His face was incredibly flushed

"Thank you Mammon. It really means a lot.

Levi

You had only been in Levi's room twice

But dear god

You really really really wanted to tidy things up for him

But you also knew what it was like to be very particular and have things "just-so"

Aksjsjshdgjak

"Hey Levi, can I make you deal?"

He took off one of his headphones to listen

"What's up?"

"This might be kinda weird. Can I take pictures of your stuff so I can reorganize and clean your room? That way if you don't like it, I'll put everything back?"

You could see confusion and slight panic that crossed his features.

"I'm sorry, I know it's weird, you don't have to say yes I-"

"Um, what exactly would you be doing?"

"Uhhh.."

He stopped his game to sit and talk with you for a bit.

"O-ok. Just that shelf is off-limits. And I'll stay in here to let you know if something isn't ok with me."

He watched in awe as you carefully rearranged his figurines by rarity as well as colour.

You crawled under his desk with velcro ties and made all the cords under there much more organized

You rearranged the pillows on his couch so that they were symmetrical on both sides, fluffing them and squishing them as you saw fit.

His manga was pretty organized, so you just straightened out the pile.

You organized his games in alphabetical order

The whole time you had been dusting stuff off as well

"There. That's better....what do you think Levi?"

"WOOOAAHH!!! I love it!! It looks really good MC!"

"Thanks for letting me do that."

"No problem...but w-why did you want to do it?"

You shrugged. "It calms me down? No, that's not quite it....I don't really now. As it is, I need to cut myself off otherwise I'll clean until I can't stand. Mind if I join you for a bit?"

He nods at you and hands you a control. As the game boots up he says, "Y-you're welcome to do that again if you need to...but that shelf is still off-limits."

You nod, grateful for his understanding.

Satan

He said he had a surprise date for you

So you followed him

To the Cat Cafe

Now, you love cats

And you love food

But the two of them together don't sit well with you

But Satan looked so eager and happy that you didn't hesitate much to go inside.

Everything was going really well until Satan asked if you wanted something to eat or drink.

You politely declined his offer, but he insisted on getting you something

You reluctantly chose a hot drink.

But as you watched the worker prepare your drink, you were horrified to see them carry a cat out from behind the counter, and then without washing their hands, snap the lid on your cup.

"Satan..I need to step outside for a bit."

He watched you in mild concern as you walked out the door and he waited for your and his order to be complete

You were pacing outside, trying to calm down.

Why did that upset me? I haven't even touched it yet. Besides, normal people don't usually care about stuff like that. And I can clean it??? Or grab another lid?? Fuck! Why am I like this?

Your train of thought was broken as Satan tapped on your shoulder, concern and curiosity apparent in his eyes.

"Are you alright? I noticed the worker didn't wash their hands after handling the cat, so I grabbed a couple lids on my way out. I was going to put it on for you, but I believe it would be best for all parties if you did it on your own."

You almost started crying as he handed you a paper towel with two lids in it.

"Why are there two?"

"Although it never particularly bothered me, I thought you may have wanted some solidarity. I can understand where you're coming from." He smiled sympathetically at you.

From that day forward, he paid extra attention to things while you were around to make sure you wohld feel comfortable. You two also managed to tackle the daunting task of properly organizing Satan's books so that you could spend more time in his otherwise clean room.

Asmo

"Darling, you look wonderful in that outfit!! And it's so hot outside, it's perfect!! I was just about to head out, do you want to join me?"

"That depends. Where are you going?"

"Oh, I'm just gonna do a little shopping. There was a cute top on sale at the mall yesterday, I just want to see if it's still there."

You told him you'd be right back.

When you got to your room you threw on a sweater, and then made sure you had your wallet and your phone.

You walked out of your bedroom, checking again, wallet, phone

As you approached Asmo, you checked again. Wallet, phone

"Are you ready to go?" You nodded and followed him out the door.

He made idle gossip with you until he noticed you were looking a little pale

"Oh my goodness, love are you alright? You should take this sweater off, you'll get much too hot!"

"I can't!" You panicked a bit, and he was caught off guard by your reaction.

"I- I'm sorry. But I use the sleeves to open doors and hold bags and stuff. I don't like touching that stuff. Even groceries are hard for me to touch, so I wash the groceries before I put them away when I get home. I enjoy shopping with you though, because you always know what kind of stuff I like just by looking at it, or feeling it for me. It's the same thing I explained before, where it's difficult for me to model the clothes for you until after they've been washed."

"Aww honey, I'm sorry. Next time I'll see if Mammon or Beel can come and help with your bags, m'kay? But you cannot stay in this sweater in weather like this. What about gloves? Would you be ok wearing gloves? I know a place where there's some really cute ones!! And I'll handle the doors for now, ok?"

You took off your sweater and tied it around your waist.

"Huh. I actually do feel a little better....thanks Asmo."

You two laughed lightly as he held open the door for the next shop.

Beel

You had waited for Beel to get out of one of his extracurriculars to walk home with him

You two were planning to eat together

However when you walked into the kitchen, you were greeted with a sink overflowing with dishes, and a sleeping Belphie on the island.

"Oh, uh, before I eat Beel, I'm going to clean that up. You go ahead though."

Belphie piped up, "Just throw what you can in the dishwasher....I'll do the rest later."

Beel looked concerned. "We were late getting home. Are you sure you're not hungry?"

"Oh...uh" you contemplated lying when your stomach gave you away.

"Just eat. I'll take care of the dishes. It's my turn anyways. I'll get to it soon."

"It's not a big deal Belphie, I'll just do them."

"But you're hungry, aren't you? Just eat first? Or did I do something? Is it something I can fix? I can go if it makes you more comfortable-" Beel looked disappointed. Of course it wasn't his fault.

You shook your head. "It's not you. It's me. I just- I don't know- ugh." You felt close to tears.

How the fuck were you supposed to explain yourself?

Beel pulled you into a hug. "Hey, it's ok. You don't have to tell us what's going on, but if you do it'll make it easier for us to help you."

He let go of you enough for you to step back and wipe tears from your eyes.

"I-I don't know what it is! But whenever I know there's something to be done, especially if I can see it, I have to do it before I do anything for myself. That includes eating, getting a glass of water, even going to the bathroom! And if I find another thing to do half way through he first thing, I'll just continue to postpone the thing I need to do for myself until I'm done or I forget about it..."

Silence settled across the kitchen.

"We'll help you do the dishes so it gets done faster, then you have to eat, ok?"

You smile and nod graciously as the twins helped you feel more comfortable

Belphie

"Come cuddle with meeee."

"Belphie, I need to study, please."

Belphie pouted. He was going to cuddle with you one way or another, even if he had to annoy you into it

Only what he didn't realize what he saw as "mildly annoying" was actually triggering for you

So he started messing with the postion of things on your desk.

"Stop it Belphie, I need to study."

"Yeah? Don't let me stop you, I'm just playing with your pen jar."

"But I asked you. To. Stop."

He huffed and put the pen jar down

But then he started to mess with your three pencils you had laid out, smallest to tallest.

"Why do you need three pencils?"

"Because. Now leave them alone."

He grinned.

"Because is hardly an answer and you know it. What would happen if I just took this one?"

"BELPHIE NO!" Your voice sounded between laughter and tears, butbhe figured it was just your way of begging.

"Belphie, please? I need that!"

He just grinned as he shifted into his demon form and passed the pencil to his tail and lazily flicked it back and forth.

Until he saw your face.

"Whatever. Do what you want, I'm done dealing with you." You walked out of your room, angry tears filling your eyes.

"W-wait! Shit! No, come back! I didn't-ugh." He groaned as he picked himself up to go after you, finding you on the outside steps of HOL.

"Hey, why're you crying? It was just a pencil. I put it back."

You pulled your head out of your hands.

"Yeah, but did you put it back right?"

Belphie looked at you perplexed...right? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

"Look, I'm sorry for using that tone with you. It's really hard for me to focus unless I have things a certain way. It may seem ridiculous to you, but that's just how I am. I don't know what causes it, I just know that it's a part of me. I'm working on it, but if I say stop, I need you to stop. Please."

"....okay. I'm sorry."

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me thoughts #obey me scenarios #comfort fic #tw mental health issues

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