#i need to kiss him sill y

[madame-mongoose]

WOAHHHHHHH WOAH OKAY WOAJ OKAY OKAY OKAY

AUGGH????? HELLO???? HI HI HELLO?????

[longshotlois]

Tyler Owens x Reader - Animals

A/N: loosely based on the Nickleback song Animals (Youtube link). This is so incredibly self-indulgent and filthy, I make no apologies🫠

Warnings: Smut 18+. MDNI. P in V sex, Tyler SO has a corruption kink, dirty talk, cursing.

Summary: Your parents would never approve, so you spend your evenings sneaking out to see Tyler, letting him fuck you in his truck.

WC: 3k

Tiptoeing down the stairs and slipping out the bathroom window hadn’t been the plan at all, but knowing your parents would never have approved of Tyler in a million years, it was all you had. And so you’d waited till they’d fallen asleep, listening intently till their breaths evened out and your dad began to snore softly before you made a move.

You pulled your curtains to the side, peering down the street and smiling when you spotted his truck parked four houses down on the bend. His lights were out and you knew he was so close, close and waiting patiently for you to climb into the passenger side so he could whisk you away.

Grabbing your cowboy boots, that you’d expertly hidden at the back of the wardrobe, you tiptoed out of the room. Avoiding each creaky floorboard and every stair which threatened to expose your leaving. Every few steps you stopped and listened to make sure they were still snoring away peacefully - which they were, they had no reason to suspect you were sneaking out.

Finally you approached the downstairs bathoom, dropping your boots out first then lifting yourself onto the sill and slipping out undetected by your parents. Your short summer dress riding up as you pulled the boots on and made a bee line for his truck.

“Darlin’ ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” he drawled, whistling lowly as you finally fell to a rest on his truck seat bench. His eyes trailed down your wild curls, hovering on your face for a moment before shamelessly racking your body greedily. Taking in the shape of your breasts that he could catch the smallest of glimpses of through the low cut neckline.

You knew he liked seeing you dressed like this, like the sexy cowgirl of his dreams. And you knew he definitely liked fucking you like this, especially when you were all wild and rilled up on the adrenaline of sneaking out. The sex was just better when it was a secret, the tension and excitement made it addictive even. And he was like a drug to you.

“Hey cowboy,” you greeted him with a grin, propelling yourself over the console and attaching your lips to his hungrily. God. You’d never tire of the way he tasted of mint gum and the outdoors, nor would you forget the soothing aroma of his cologne drawing you in closer and closer till you were practically sat on his lap.

“Mmm… if this s’the greetin’ I get every time I see you, I’ll die a happy man.” He says, the cocky glint in his eyes sending a pulse of heat straight to your core. You loved the way he doted on you, but still found it in himself to fuck you like he hated you.

A shy giggle interrupted your kiss breaking the momentum, he always knew how to bring out that shyness in you. Probably because it turned him on to know he had corrupted the innocent little Y/N he’d met all those months ago.

“Shut up n’kiss me.” You mumbled against his lips, letting your arms link around his neck and hands dive into his hair tugging him impossibly closer. You needed him, the touch of his skin setting your own alight with a fire that couldn’t be stopped.

“Yes ma’am,” he replied, pulling away from your lips long enough to salute you like a soldier, diving back into pressing wet opened mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

The moans got caught in your throat, vibrating softly as you hummed and gasped at the touch of his plump lips. “Fuck…” you groaned, his teeth sinking into your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

“You like that, baby?” He mused in a sultry voice, kissing and licking over the spot to soothe it. You were certain that one day, you would die from how heavenly he could make you feel.

“Ty…” you tugged on the collar of his check over-shirt, guiding him to look towards the back seat. “Please… I can’t wait.” Your voice came out softer, pleading with him to give you what you so desperately craved.

“Goddamn,” he murmured in between pressing chaste kisses to your face and throat. “You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” He groaned, pushing you away just enough that he could climb into the backseats where there was more space.

You giggled again as he offered you his hand, pulling you over the console and straight into his lap with ease. His hands came to rest on your hips, your knees either side of him straddling his lap as he kissed your neck feverishly.

“Fuck Ty…” you whimpered, feeling his hands smoothing over your sides, holding onto the flesh of your hips like you would disappear if he let go. Your core ached for him as you ground down against his jeans, desperate to give yourself some satisfaction - anything to rid yourself of the dull ache that throbbed between your thighs.

“So eager baby,” he mewled, a hand sneaking up in between you and grabbing a handful of your chest, humming appreciatively as he massaged your tits. “Such a needy girl.”

Your mind was racing, struggling to catch up as he whispered pure unfiltered filth into your ears. His southern drawl only fuelling your need for him further, the effect he had on you was unfair. And he was all too smugly aware of it.

Another desperate whine escaped you as you tugged on his over shirt signalling you wanted it off, and he was all too happy to oblige your desperate whining. His lips never leaving your throat as he bit and licked and sucked his way down, leaving marks you’d struggle to hide from your parents later.

“Fuck darlin’, you look gorgeous all marked up. All mine” he smirked at his handiwork, and you felt your cheeks flush at how much you liked the way he spoke to you like this. The filth.

Steadying yourself with his strong arms you continued to move your hips against him, needy and despairing for him to finally satisfy the urge burning deep beneath your skin.

“Want you.” You mumbled, pulling him into another messy kiss letting him push his tongue into your mouth. Moaning into the kiss he nodded, a hand leaving your thigh to brush up against the sensitive skin beneath your panties which had you convulsing under his expert touch.

He broke out into a smile against your lips when he found the right spot, rubbing his finger in a tantalisingly slow circle around your clit. Watching the way you gasped and convulsed against the welcomed pressure.

You could feel his own arousal building, tenting in his jeans and stretching the denim to near breaking point. You were equally a mess, mewling into his mouth and grabbing at the hair on the nape of his neck needily, tugging as he circled your sensitive bud.

His smirk only grew as your hands fiddled with his belt, struggling against the stupidly large buckle to free his cock of its constraints. Lazily his hand left your clit, leaving you whining at the loss of touch. You watched him eagerly as his hands made quick work of his jeans with a practiced ease.

You gasped softly as he pushed you off him, guiding you to lie back against the truck door as he crawled over the top of you, capturing your lips once more in a frenzied kiss.

“M’gonna make you feel so good baby,” he said, looking down at you with a devilish look in his eyes that you knew too well, one that said he meant business. One that meant you’d be biting your lip and praying no one happened to be sleeping with their windows open tonight because they’d hear you getting fucked and screaming Tyler’s name over and over.

Slowly his hand trailed up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress up higher as his finger tips skimmed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You writhed under his touch, staring up at him with a pleading look in your eyes begging him to quit teasing and give you what you wanted.

“Ty please… I need you now.” You cried as his finger returned to drawing circles around your clit, teasing you because he knew he had you wrapped around his pinky finger.

“You gonna cum for me first baby?” He smirked, giving you no warning before slipping his ring finger inside of you. The intrusion was welcomed, the feeling of his finger brushing against your walls, slick with your arousal. “Good girl taking me so well.”

A strangled moan escaped you as he praised you, inserting a second finger past your lips and curling them deep inside you. He loved making sure you were fucked out, and if that meant making you cum around his fingers before he satisfied that urge inside of him, then so be it.

“So wet for me.” He commented lowly jaw slack as he watched your response to his ministrations, scissoring his fingers inside of your wet cunt and stretching you out in preparation for his cock.

A chorus of sighs and expletives tumbled out of your mouth, repeating his name in a quiet whisper as he began to fuck you with his fingers. It took him a moment but once he found that spongey spot that made you squirm, he hit it repeatedly until your thighs were pressed together and your cunt was clenching around him.

“Oh fuck Tyler!” You cried softly as you came, reaching your peak and losing all control of yourself as your legs shook in response to his touch. Your head thrown back and eyes screwed shut in utter bliss, hips grinding against his hand as you rode out your high. Nothing would top this feeling.

“Fuck me Ty…” you begged as he slowly pulled his fingers from you, watching him with lust-lidded eyes as he brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean. Your cheeks reddened as he groaned at the taste of you, watching your every move through his darkened eyes.

“Whatever my baby wants,” he smirked, one hand fisting around his length, the other pulling his boxers down to his knees. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he lined himself up, his cock brushing against your clit teasingly.

Though from the look on his face you knew he was just torturing himself now, prolonging the inevitable. Because in a few short moments he’d be slamming into you and praying he would last longer than thirty seconds when he felt your walls around him.

You moaned as he pulled the fabric of your panties to the side, pushing the head of his cock through your wet folds slowly. So slow that you raised your hips in an attempt to hurry him, which only made him chuckle, pressing a rough kiss to your lips as he sheathed himself inside of you.

“Fuck… you feel amazing.” He groaned, pausing his movements to give you a chance to adjust to his size. You were mewling inconsolably in his ear, kissing what you could of his skin as he spoke to you with that tone that drove you crazy. His southern accent went straight through you and spoke directly to your clenching cunt.

He waited till you’d sighed softly in pleasure before he moved, speeding up until he was setting an absolutely punishing pace as his hips clashed against yours needily. The feeling of his cock filling you up was one that left you insatiable, every time his hips retreated you missed the feeling. Until seconds later he thrust back inside of you and all felt right in the world again.

“Fuck Ty,” you moaned louder than you had intended, blushing when his large hand came up to cover your mouth and muffle the sounds escaping you.

“Easy baby, don’t want anyone to hear you.” He teased, a cruel grin spreading across his face as he thrust harder into you. Your eyes widened, looking up at him in undeniable ecstasy as he fucked you fast and hard. You were certain he was the best fuck this side of the states, not that you had much to compare him to but still.

You moaned again, the sound muffled by his hand but still loud enough to let him know he had you on the brink once more, teetering on the edge of blinding white pleasure. That knowledge only encouraged him to fuck you harder, groaning softly to himself as his hips snapped against yours.

If anyone were to have looked in the window of his truck right now, they would see the way your dress was pushed up to your waist messily, the blissed-out look on your face as he took you in the backseat of his truck. You certainly would've looked out of place on your street, a shadow of the goody two shoes you were when you first met him. And you knew that it turned him on more than he'd be willing to admit that he had been the one to corrupt you so sinfully.

"C'mon pretty girl, cum for me." He drawled into your ear, teeth gently clamping around your earlobe before he pulled back, with the intent of watching the look on your face as you fell apart around his cock. "Ohh fuck... that's it." he praised as you felt yourself tense in preparation of your oncoming orgasm.

"Tyler... oh god... oh Tyler," you let out appreciatively, not caring who overheard you, not when he was making you feel this good. You would shout it from the rooftops if it meant just five more minutes of feeling like this. It was like you were drunk on him, he was the worst drug you'd ever touched, and you weren't even legal to drink.

"Shit... you're squeezin' me so tight, sweetheart." he groaned at the feeling, your cunt tensing around him as your second orgasm hit you hard. You could sense it in his thrusts he was getting close to his own high, his hips faltering every couple of thrusts as filthy words crept past his lips.

Half the time, you weren't sure he even knew what he was saying just speaking for the sake of filling the silence, but you didn't mind at all. As long as he didn't stop pounding into you like this, he could say anything and everything.

"Fuck does it turn you on baby?" he grunted, smashing his hips into yours with such ferocity that you were certain it would leave bruises, "Knowing that I'm fuckin' you like this, while your daddy sleeps thinking his precious angels in bed?" His teeth sunk into your collarbone as the words tumbled from his mouth.

The moan that you let out at his filth was damn near pornographic, writhing underneath his body weight and pushing your own hips up to meet his thrusts eagerly, doing your best to match his pace and drive him impossibly deeper inside of you.

“You’re filthy,” you hissed, feeling your cheeks warm because despite how true that was, the wetness between your legs was telling enough. As filthy as he was, you were just as bad because you loved it. Craved it even.

He grinned down at you, capturing your lips with his once more. His pace becoming more and more affected by his pending orgasm, hips staggering as his groans became louder.

“Oh my god… Tyler.” you whimpered, completely drunk on his cock as he bucked into you violently. “I’m gonna cum again.” You sighed blissfully, eyes rolling back into your head as he split you in two, violently chasing his own high.

“I’m there pretty girl,” he moaned softly, holding out as long as he could until he felt the familiar feeling of your cunt clenching around him and letting his own release take over, spilling his seed into you with a satisfied sigh.

His weight collapsed on top of you, face buried into the crook of your neck as he fought to get his breath back. You were much the same, feeling him soften still inside of you caging the evidence of your orgasms between your thighs. You whined softly when he pulled out of you, the feeling of your mixed cum trickling slowly down your thigh.

"uh... y/n?" Tyler's voice came suddenly, his tone completely different from what you expected. You glanced up at him, seeing him grimace in the direction of your parent's home. You shot up from your position on your back squinting when you saw the front porch lights had come on and your father was standing in his dressing gown looking up and down the street.

"Fuck." You thought for a moment, watching your mother appear behind him a worried expression on her face. Looking back to Tyler who looked suitably horrified, as much as he had just fucked you, the both of you had planned to eventually introduce him to your parents, but something told you this was definitely not the right circumstances to do so.

"Tyler, drive." you hurried him into the front seat, crouching down in the back so they wouldn't see you. A devious smirk on your face, you'd been caught already, it was well worth your while to make the most of it tonight.

Tyler looked back at you, eyebrow raised as if to ask if you were sure. Not that he'd deny himself of spending more time with you, but he knew you were bound to be in trouble if you got caught in his truck. You nodded to him, smirking as he put the truck in gear and pulled out of the street.

“Guess we’ll turn you into a pro at this whole sneaking around thing yet darlin’.” he teased with a grin, glancing back at you in the rearview mirror.

[uhhhj13iguess]

kiss it better

stiles x reader

wc: ~1k

like the stydia kiss in season three when stiles is having a panic attack, except you're the one panicking and he kisses you!

obviously details a panic attack so trigger warning for that

"(y/n)?"

stiles knocked softly on your door, frowning at the lack of response. he called your name a few more times to no avail, slowly opening the bedroom door with a deep breath. he called out your name again, sounding his presence before even looking in the room. was he concerned you were unresponsive because you were dead? yes. but he was still a man of respect.

his heart grew heavy in his chest as his eyes fell on your frame. you sat on your window sill, legs curled to your chest and a heavy blanket wrapped around your figure as you balanced on the ledge of the open window. not in a concerning way, stiles decided. you didn't appear ready to jump, but rather more... pensive. he couldn't see much of your face, as you overlooked the activity on the street below, but he could hear you crying. the entire scene was gut-wrenching to him.

you, on the other hand, considered it pathetic.

you didn't hear stiles entering your room, lost in your own world as tears stained your cheeks. your once racing thoughts had been numbed by feelings of dissociation, no longer having the energy to even ruminate anymore. you pulled your weighted blanket tighter around your body, hoping at this point it would just crush you and swallow you whole. you nearly fell out the window at the sound of stiles calling out your name.

"... (y/n)?

you turned to face him, and you swore he almost looked as sad as you did.

he stepped hesitantly into the room. "i'm sorry, i, we just, we haven't h-heard from you all day. are you... are you okay?"

the fatal question.

as soon as the words came out of his mouth, you choked out a sob. the emotions you had detached yourself from came flooding back into your system, and you lost control.

you couldn't breathe. you couldn't think, yet that was somehow all you were able to do — no words would come out no matter how hard you tried. stiles ran to your side immediately, pulling you from the window and onto the ground.

"shit, hey hey, okay hey, stay with me (y/n)," he tugged you against his chest, holding you as tight as he possibly could as if he was afraid you'd run. as if you had that kind of control over your body in this moment.

you felt yourself beginning to hyperventilate, no longer feeling like you could get any oxygen into your lungs. it made you panic more, and while you knew stiles was talking to you, begging for your attention, you just couldn't seem to pull out of it.

"hey, everything's okay. j-just, uh just try to slow down your breathing, come on,"

everything was overwhelming again. you felt like you were in a trance — and it was absolute hell. you needed to snap out of it. you screamed in your head, begging, pleading with your brain to think rationally.

it's no use, you thought. i'm fucking stuck like this forever.

stiles didn't know what to do. he'd dealt with his own panic attacks before, but seeing you in one short-circuited his brain. he was panicking himself, the thought of you hurting this badly physically bringing him pain. he pulled you off his chest, trying to get you to look in his eyes. trying to pull you out of it.

"(y/n), please, i need you to listen to me,"

"please, just please look at me,"

"i need you to breathe, please, i need you to listen to me. you're right here with me, you're safe. whatever this is, i, i-it's okay, i promise, just, please,"

there was nothing you wanted more than to cooperate, but you weren't in control anymore. you sobbed harder, feeling defeated.

stiles' breathing was getting quicker too, feeling helpless. he just needed you to hear him, to come back to the present. he needed you to breathe, he really needed you to breathe, he just —

his lips hit yours with a force, silencing your mind in an instant. your eyes widened as you felt him against you, his hands pressing on either side of your face, holding you close to him. you saw his eyes squeezed shut tightly. you felt his choppy exhale against your face. you could smell his cologne. you could hear your stereo playing softly in the background. suddenly, you were here again — present.

your eyes fluttered closed and stiles let out a sigh into your mouth as he finally felt you relax against him. he held there for a moment, his soft lips on your chapped and swollen ones, lightly running his fingers through your hair as he felt your body begin to calm down. you let out a shaky exhale through your nose as you laid a hand against his chest, and he knew you had come back down to earth.

he pulled back slowly, his eyes opening to lock with yours. your lips remained slightly parted, shaky breaths coming out at a much slower pace than just moments before. you both just sat there, inches from one another, and your eyebrows furrowed as you took in what just happened. his eyes flickered down to your lips, causing him to lick his own subconsciously.

stiles spoke first. "i, um,"

"i read somewhere once, that, holding your breath can help stop a panic attack,"

he paused for a moment to clear his throat. "so, when I kissed you, you, uh, you held your breath."

"oh,"

"yeah,"

"i did?"

he nodded slowly with pursed lips, shaky breath escaping his mouth. "yeah,"

you nodded slowly, feeling your heart rate return to normal for what felt like the first time in days. you leaned back slightly, taking in his whole frame. you took a deep breath, butterflies beginning to replace the sickly feeling in your stomach. "thank you,"

"no problem,"

[calebs-housewife]

Spring Heat - Zhongli x Traveller!FemReader

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Credits : @seofim on Twitter

TW: Breeding, creampie, penetration, mentions of pregnancy, established relationship.

A/n: sorry this is short, will try make more quality content.

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All that could be heard is skin slapping against skin, your pretty and pathetic moans and whimpers and his godly groans. Zhongli your husband being part dragon does nothing but bring trouble to you in spring. His relentless thrusts and you gushing around him makes his head go in a frenzy and your scent tickled his nose, he wanted to breed you, wanted to start a family with you.

"Ahhhh- y/n you feel so good, so good. My good girl and pretty and obedient baby, I wanna make you a mommy can I pretty please, I will make sure I be a good husband and a good dad, can I? Can I please...." whatever Zhongli was telling nothing went into your small head, too fucked out on cock and all you heard was breed. Zhongli suddenly halted his moments, "baby look at me, I SAID LOOK AT ME! If I am going to breed you, I need your consent baby, think and tell otherwise I am ready to wait for you." Your fogged up mind slowly clearing. "Is it fine, with you?" You asked in a quiet voice. "Yes darling, whatever you want is what I want"," Then can I have your babies?" You could feel his cock throb inside of you. "Of course my love, I will make sure that when you leave this bed there will be a child in you." He said while suddenly thrusting into you.

You guys had been going at it for 6 hours, archons only knew how many times you came. He came inside you again and again, the sheets were a mess. Almost all fluids were gone from your body, tears, your cum and his cum, drool.... Zhongli loved the look on your face, he has always wanted to start a family with and seeing families together when coming back from work did not help this thoughts in the slightest, it was spring festival, you and Zhongli had decided to go there, when he came home the sight of you made him go into heat. Wearing a simple turquoise and baby blue hanfu, watering the herbs on the kitchen window sill, the evening light falling on your face, and then you turned and saw him, a small smile unintentionally formed on your face upon seeing his arrival.

He sweared to himself and kissed your lips until they were swollen. "Zhongli- ahh tooo much can't anymore please I- you, ca-can't anymore..." "It's okay, darling, one more round just- fuck one last time, baby one last fat load and then we are done I beg you, fuck--" He released inside you once again unintentionally making you cum again, scratches littered his back and his baby hair stuck to his forehead.

He saw the bulge of your stomach, and rubbed it thinking just how swollen you will be once your and his child starts developing in there, he slowly and gently kissed your tummy then your eyes and then your lips, "darling sorry if I went a little hard on you, I am sure to take care of you and our child, don't worry for now rest peacefully I will clean you up." He carried you, with that you started drifting of to sleep but before you did you whispered with whatever strength was left, "I love Zhongli." He smiled and nuzzled in the crook of your neck, "I love you too, the both of you." That night Zhongli for sure knew a life was being created in you and he promised himself to protect the both you from any danger.

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Hello all, this is my first ever post on tumblr! This is a fic from my Wattpad story.....you guys can follow me there also for more genshin impact stories!!!

Love you all!

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

I love your writing am and i always seem to go back to your sally face fic and i would love something similar to that but with sally and i would love to see if you could incorporate substance use (ex. weed) not to a dangerous extent but almost seen as inviting. with ftm reader again! ofcs you can take this request and do what you like with it!! i just love your writing sm and i want to see more sally face content:)

❝ If you think I’m pretty put your hands on me, know I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout it ❞

Sal Fisher x ftm!reader | fluffy, NSFW, slight angst | reader has had top-surgery & bottom growth | vers. bttm. reader | NOT PROOFREAD + written on phone | wc: 4K

warnings: recreational use of marijuana, some guilt from Sal because he vowed not to smoke as a child but r! reassures him, Sal mentions painkiller addictions, mentions of hospitals and wounds, mentions of scarring, shotgun kisses, handjobs, fingering, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick/cock)

masterlist ; "I was the boy who was on your side"

authors note: I FORGOT TO FILL THIS UHM UHHH IM BACK?

*song on repeat: Romeo by Until The Ribbon Breaks

He's been drumming his fingers across his knees for a full 20 minutes now. A never-ending symphony of thumps occasionally disturbed by pauses of silence as he picked at the ripped edges of his jeans. You suppose you understand the anxiety that was racking through him, despite the reassurances you'd given him, he was bound to have some second thoughts. "Hey, baby," you tap the steering wheel, an elbow propped onto your window sill panel. Despite your eyes being glued on the road, you're acutely aware of his gaze on yours.

"Ya' didn't have to come along if you didn't want to," at your words he shakes his head. "No — Sorry, I didn't mean to come off that way, baby." Sal reaches out and places a hand on your knee, squeezing it just enough to have you decompressing your nerves.

"No, no. I didn't mean to make you feel bad," you clasp his hand and squeeze him back, the road will be fairly emptier now that you've driven past the bridge. "You just look a little nervous is all, I was jokin' 'bout you needing to follow along. I was just teasing you, Sal." "I know. I wanted to spend time with you, (Y/N). Which is why I followed along even though I knew you were just fucking with me," he sighs, allowing the song playing on the radio to filter in the silence for a few seconds. "It's just, buying drugs, makes me a liiittle nervous."

A chuckle escapes you and you risk staring at Sal for a bit. "You've dealt with poltergeists and the like, the baloney incident, and buying a little ganja is making you sweat?"

“Shut up,” he groans as he slips his hand up and lands a muted smack on your thighs. “Poltergeists can land me in a psychiatrist's office, this could land us in jail.”

“At least we’ll be together in a small cell,” you coo and Sal rolls his eye with a scoff. “We’re not gonna get caught, ya’ big baby. I’ve done this a thousand times with Larry, Todd, and Ashley — we’ll be fine. Promise.”

It went more than fine. Underwhelming actually. He had expected a more intense, whispered, exchanges with some weirdly firm handshake while the other dude slipped you the weed. He had even lifted the hood of his hoodie up to make the both of you less identifiable. It was adorable.

Your dealer had come down from their apartment. Sal seeing her brightly coloured pink tie-dye sweatpants from the slat of the stairs, and the cheerful wave she gave you once she took notice of your car.

“Was wondering when you’d text. I got your favourite.”

She’s leaned on your rolled-down windows, discretely holding the pink paper bag of weed in front of her chest and bouncing it around. She extends her other hand first, and Sal is silent as you reach for the cash from the cup holder.

In that pause of conversation, she takes notice of him and recognition is crystal clear.

“O-M-G, is that Sal, the boyfriend?” You chuckle while Sal stutters in surprise. Handing her the cash, she graciously exchanges it with the bag.

“Yeah, he’s following along with me running errands.” “Cute,” she coos. After a few pleasantries, she leans away. That small pink paper bag between your legs barely able to distract your boyfriend from her excited wave of goodbye — that you return obviously.

“You talk about me with her?” you glance at him for a second then laugh. “Dude, most of us get our weed from her. She eventually gets to know the side characters in our lives the longer she interacts with us.”

He scoffs, crossing his arm as he leans back in the seat.

“Side characters? Seriously?” “Duh,” you pick the bag up and shake it in his face teasingly. “Everyone knows the main characters participate in drug culture and the side characters don’t.”

“This is the peer pressure my father warned me about.”

You giggled at his joke as you place the bag between your thighs again. This time, Sal’s eyes follows it.

He’s seen you and Larry smoke before. Hell, most of his friends smoke on the back porch while he’ll be mindlessly cleaning up as he waits for all of you to herd back inside. He’s never felt left out, you guys were simply respecting his wishes is all. He wasn’t much of a fan of drinking or smoking. But he wouldn't stop anyone from doing it, as long as no one got too inebriated.

Though, for some reason, he just can’t take his eyes away from that pink bag.

“Mhm, next thing you know, you’ll look like those anti-bullying posters. All the stoners will point and laugh while you have big ole’ sad cat eyes.”

The imagery makes him laugh softly and he glances at your face as the scenery zooms past beside you.

When you reach home, the house is empty. A note was left on the kitchen fridge by Todd, something about him and his boyfriend going on a date.

Just you, Sal and Gizmo.

It makes his palms clammy and his nerves turning up his sensitivity a few notches.

You greeted Gizmo with a few chin scratches. Settling on the living room couch with crossed legs, you open the bag one handedly while you lean over to the catch-all bowl on the coffee table for the lighter and your MP3 player.

All the while, he stands in the kitchen threshold. Like a kid who knows they’ve done something they’re definitely shouldn’t have done — the guilt was just radiating from him. It made you toss your head to the side when you took notice of him, a joint hung loosely between your lips.

“You good, baby?”

He nods, your words setting him into motion as he sits on the couch.

“I’m not gonna smoke inside,” you reassure with a smile. Why else would he stare at you like that, right?

He nods again. Oddly quiet. Gizmo yawns and sinks further down onto the couch, watching the TV show with an almost human-like concentration. Nobody says anything about it anymore. He’s just a little guy, really.

You lean over, joint plucked out and resting between the second knuckle of your pointer and middle finger this time, and give his cheek a kiss.

“See you in a bit.”

He watches like he always does. There’s nothing to clean. It’d be weirder if he attempted to look busy. So he glances at the TV, then at Gizmo and then at your back as you sit down on the porch. He can hear the muffled sounds of you flicking the lighter, and shortly after he sees the white smoke that slithers upwards into the air along with the sounds of your favourite band quietly playing.

You thought you hadn’t closed the sliding doors properly when you hear the approaching footsteps. Turning your head to check, you’re surprised to spot Sal walk through the doors to move and settle next to you.

You cough out some smoke. Attempting to fan it away with your hand while you reach to put out the joint in the ash tray that Ashley had made. But Sal stops you as he knocks your knees together, his thigh pressing against yours as he peers at you.

“Sal?”

“...Say hypothethically, a side character wants to dip his toes in some drug culture." Your eyes widen considerably at his confession.

“Huh?” you squeak out. Sal sighs, regret creeping up on him as he scratches the back of his head. The smell of the weed doesn’t exactly help either — it was so distinct.

“Wait, no, sorry. I’m just, this isn’t because of peer pressure is it?” You did mini-hops, getting close enough to him for your thighs to press together. Yet you still held the clay ash tray an arms length away, especially as you note the sharp inhale and exhale he'd made.

Sal’s deadpanned expression makes your eyebrows jump.

“This was dumb,” He admits. “No — no, it isn’t. I was just caught off-guard. Are you...curious?”

Sal nods sheepishly. You lean back on the heel of your hand, the other still holding onto the tray, your finger mindlessly keeping the still-lit joint perched between your digit and the rim of the tray. You think for a moment, then huff in amusement.

“Damn, you still manage to surprise me even after all these years.”

“You’re making it sound like we’ve been married for 50 years,” he retorts. “We will be, I’m just practicing these phrases out loud so you don’t get heart failure in the future.”

This time, Sal’s shoulders shake as he laughs. It dies down as he sees you take a drag, and breathe out the plumes of smoke. Not directly at him, but in his general direction. The smell isn’t something he’s used to. Not this close anyways. Usually, it’s just stuck on your clothes but you reach for the bottle of Febreze strategically placed near the sliding doors anyway so it's more muted.

It. . .doesn’t completely suck. The earthiness of it making his shoulders less tense. You watch his reaction closely, the corners of your lips in a gentle curve as he leans back onto his hands.

You take another drag and Sal’s enraptured at the way the end of your joint glows bright orange. He feels almost envious of the way you swallow the smoke, how you harbour it within your mouth before it slips past your lips. You’re looking at him, just basking in the moment for a little longer before you ask him to play your favourite songs.

It was just beginning to get dark, the sky was setting up for its finale of the day and he was enraptured as you explain what shotgun kisses were.

"I have smoked a cigarette before," he says, brows furrowed as he unbuckles his prosthetic. "Yeah, and nearly coughed up both of your lungs. This will be smoother for you, trust me."

"So I just inhale what you exhale?" "Mhm, easy as pie, right?"

His placed his prosthetic next to him, turning his head and immediately seeing your face invading his vision. "Hi," he smiled at your attempt to keep your smile at bay by chewing on your lower lip.

"Hi," he replies, his anxiety lessening at the sight of your confidence and giddiness. You bring the joint to your lips. He can hear the paper burning and sees tendrils of smoke escaping through your lips. Your words echoed in his brain as you lean in further.

“Just breathe it in slowly, baby."

He feels the smoke across his face, your lips pouted as you blow it his way. Sal breathes it in, sucking the smoke in just like you’d demonstrated earlier. He coughs like you said he would. His eye-watering as he moves to sit and you carefully pat his back as he does.

“Shit,” your eyes squish at his flustered expression. His first time trying a cigarette playing briefly through your head. Though this time it wasn’t even half-bad.

“You did great. Didn't burn on the way down if you smoked it yourself, right?” he got what you meant. He was coughing but he didn't feel like the back of his throat got thwacked by a whip of burning paper and tobacco. The ride was smoother, way smoother with your help. “It feels like the smell is stuck onto my teeth." Sal only complains to see you look at him with that fond gaze. You took another drag as he smacks his lips a few times. Your eyes flutter close, sighing in relief, and tossing your head to the side as you feel yourself loosening up.

“Why do you think I always brush my teeth before I kiss you?”

Sal protests softly as you take another hit and you laugh as he leans in.

“Isn’t that too much — “

You breathe out and Sal seems stunned for a moment, so you apologize but he simply leans in further.

“If this'll be my first time getting high, I want it to be with you.”

"Slow down, baby," you bumped your foreheads together, cupping his jaw in your hand. "What's the rush, hm?"

Curiousity was a valid enough reason to start smoking, but your Sal wasn't the kind of guy to jump into these things head first. It wasn't anything special to him, all of your friends smoked and drunk. He wasn't some pre-teen being excited to finally "grow up" and get in with the cool kids.

Hell, even during his 21st birthday, he'd taken his first drink and smoked his cigarette and decided that he didn't enjoy any of them.

Sal sighs, dropping his weight on you. His head balanced between the curve of your neck and shoulder. You simply thread your fingers through his hair, combing out the indents of his buckles and straps from his hair.

"You think I can't take it?"

"Oh, I definitely know you can't."

He protests with an indignant but whiny 'hey' but settles. His arms wrap around your waist and despite the uncomfortable angle of your torso facing him while your legs faced ahead as they rested on the stairs, you stay like that for a bit.

He eventually pulls away and leans back onto his arms again, reaching for his prosthetic though only to fidget with it on his lap.

"...Is it bad I feel bad? Not physically, just...morally?"

Your silence urges him on. So he continues; “Drinking fucking sucks, and cigarettes don’t make sense to me. But weed as a concept always seemed...appealing to me.”

He feels your chin on his shoulder and he subtly breathes in the smoke that teases him as you exhale.

“But?”

“Argh, it’s stupid. But as a kid, in the hospital there weren’t a lot of people that got as messed up as I did. But the ones that were? Christ, babe, they were in so much pain. Even when the wounds were already scars.”

Your brows pinch. You squeeze his hand and he stops toying with feeling the shape of the bolts to instead gently press the pads of his thumb over your nails.

“The doctors scared me with the whole speech. Painkillers being addictive and all that, it made me scared to ask for ‘em even when the skin grafts felt like they were on fucking fire.”

He shuts his eyes and brings your hand to his face, the pressure and warmth across his jaw and cheek making the phantom pains ebb to nothing.

“I made a promise to my younger me that I would never end up like the adults I saw. I just, don’t want to be in constant pain.”

“You aren’t, Sal. And you won’t be.”

You put out the joint, turning his face to you and planting a kiss on his lips. He breathes out a sigh of relief through his nose and you tilt your head to deepen it. When you pull away, you both linger in the afterglow of it for a second.

“I’m here for you, Sal. If you ever stray from the path, I’m here to guide you back, right? You’ve got me and Larry, Lisa and your dad, Ashley, Todd, Gizmo —” his smile widens as you go on about the precious people in his life.

“Thanks,” he kisses you again and you happily reciprocate.

“By the way, you’re right, you should always brush your teeth before you kiss me when you’re done smoking up.”

Sal laughs as you shove him back, watching admiringly while you light the joint up again.

“...Can I have another hit?”

“You just said my breath smells like ass —”

“You’re overreacting!”

By the time the two of you walk back inside, Gizmo’s nose is twitching. You hadn’t taken too much too be completely useless, just to start feeling that buzz and take the edge off. Sal had expected more of a droopy, drowsy, feeling when he entered the house.

He still feels like himself. A little light on his feet, but still himself. You had paced him from his little smoke-sucking sessions — teasing that he just wanted to kiss you which wasn’t entirely untrue. But you always pulled away just as his eyes would flutter. Most likely you getting back at home for saying your breath smelled like weed. Little tease.

You spray your clothes down, then ask Sal if he’d like to chill on the couch. Something in his brain perks up hard enough to make his penis do the same. He feels a bit shameful of it, but then again, everything you do could make him hard.

The other day you’d been wolfing down some cheesy fries with Ashley and somehow it made Sal have to think of baloney to shut his penis down.

Gizmo’s tail flicks knowingly as Sal sits at the end of the couch, which was his cue to set off to the basement instead. When Sal hears the TV turns on from there, he simply decides to never question how dexterous Gizmo's thumbs were.

You're laid out on the couch with your tummy showing and your eyes just a bit hazy. He knows weed affects people differently; why does it make his lust for you feel so thick? Like cloying, thick, honey dripping down from the back of his throat. Fuelling him in an unfamiliar, alien, way. He climbs over you and the half-lidded gaze you look up at him with makes his mouth feel drier than it is.

This lust is new. It’s more languid in it’s desire — akin to a beast stretching its back only to flop down to its side and show its belly. Still undeniably dangerous, yet so inviting with its soft underbelly and demure paws.

You seem to recognize this beast, lips stretching into a toothy grin.

“Need something handsome?”

He narrows his eyes at you. Then, he places a hand on your chest, fingers brushing along your collarbones before it slowy slips downwards.

“...I really wanna finger you.”

He seems to catch himself. Through that haze that makes him caught between wanting to curl up next to you for a nap or fucking you nice and slow, he finds the part of him that remembers embarrassment.

But before it could throw away his new lazy bravado, you surge up to kiss him, moaning the second your lips made contact.

Stoned Sal decides pants are way too annoying very quickly on. He huffs and puffs at the obstacles that are called buttons and zippers. When he finally undoes them, he pulls your jeans below the swell of your ass and brings the heel of his hand to your clothed cock.

The pressure has your teeth brushing over your lips.

“I love your dick,” he murmurs, “it’s just s’fuckin’ pretty.”

You moan airily, wishing he’d pull your pants all the way down but he is just too entraced at the sight of the wet spots he’s seeing. He traces the fold of your cunt and your breath hitches as he presses a finger through. Not enough to be inside of you, but enough to have your dick twitch.

He brings his thumb to rub against it and you groan.

“Let me take my jeans off, Christ, Sal.”

He chuckles, suddenly abandoning your pussy to pin your hips down. “Barely touched you and you already wanna spread your legs f’me?”

You glare at him, feeling your cheeks heat up as you hitch yourself up onto the couch and stubbornly shimmying out of your pants. He simply watches, uncaring of the less-than-delicate display. You toss your jean away and your underwear follows along, piling onto the floor somewhere.

“The weed is making you so chatty, hm?” you don’t get much out of you after that as Sal immediately claims your lips again. He doesn’t even wait for you to lay back down as he brings his hand between your legs.

Not exactly hasty but not taking his time either. He pulls away enough that the spit between your lips break, but you can still feel him groan when he feels the dewdrops of moisture on your cunt; the slick that coats his finger makes him whisper your name.

“So wet,” he marvels. Your legs twitch at his movements. Sliding up and down, pressing in just to make your breath hitch but never fully slipping inside.

Oh fuck.

Stoned Sal likes to tease.

Your dread is shortlived as he descends his kisses to your neck. You groan, clutching onto the back of his shirt as he mottles your neck with unapologetically languid kisses.

You’re whimpering underneath him as he hums and groans. Using his teeth and making hickey after hickey, dark and tender — he’d even brush his teeth along them just to hear you gasp.

Meanwhile, he continues to torture your poor cunt. Bringing his thumb into the fray again as he rubs circles on the tip of your cock. The tip of his fingers spreading your slick around your lips, making it messier and messier.

“Sal, please just fuckin’ finger me already,” you whine out. Turning your head away and arching your back as he sets his eyes on your nipples.

“I’m already — Shit, Sal. I’m already so hard.”

He knows. You don’t have to remind him.

“Don’t make me beg, baby, please.”

Sal bites down on your nipple just as he pushes his finger inside of you. He groans at the feeling of your boypussy clamping down. Fuck, you felt good.

So soft and warm and wet and tight.

He slips another finger in and neither of you are surprised at how eagerly your cunt lets it in.

Sal’s lips pause in their conquest as he looks down between your legs. Fuck, what a sight it was. The happy trail you have that always makes his cock jump in his pants — there it goes again — and that beautiful dick that he always loves choking on to that boypussy that he’s convinced is made for him.

He starts pumping his fingers. In and out in a steady rhythm. Adoring every noise that comes out of you. You take them well, all the way down to the base and when he angles his palm just right your hips buck to grind your cock against his hand.

Fuck, you were perfect.

He kisses you. Breathing through his nose as he bites down on your already swollen lower lip — relishing in this. In you.

He adds another finger and you mewl. It makes him laugh.

You were usually much more headstrong. When he teases, you tease back. The weed is working in his favour, you were so pliant. Melting under him and already close to your first orgasm.

When he curls his fingers, you toss your head back, mouth opening in a silent scream. Your hand dives between your legs to rub your cock and Sal watches your face as you jeek yourself off.

“Just like that, just like that — Oh, oh—ah! Fuck!”

He doesn’t falter his pace, moaning out curses as you clamp down around his fingers.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me, cum for me.”

His voice undoes you.

You buck your hips as wetness covers his hand. He groans, praising you as he continues to pump in and out. You let him, simply curling your toes and panting as you just kept on cumming and cumming.

When he kisses you this time, he doesn’t even let you breathe. Just swallowing your noises as he finger-fucks you through your orgasm and makes you barrel to your second with no breaks.

You clutch at his shirt, feeling lightheaded but unwilling to ask him to stop.

“Keep going, Sal. Please, please.”

How could he say no?

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Second Choices

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: I hope this makes sense lol. I opened my planning doc for the next part of Triad, read the three sentences I had written there, and then closed it and went back to a random drabble in my notes app that exploded into this. So… enjoy, I guess? There will be three parts of this total, so click here to be added to the taglist to be notified when those go live!

Warnings: Angst, drinking, drug use (slightly forced, if you squint?), a little hint of smut at the end but it doesn't progress very far

“Y/N is a bitch,” Braelie whined, voice echoing out from the restroom’s open door. Mor sighed, snapped the cap back onto her signature red lip gloss, then turned towards Cassian’s female-du-jour. She was pretty, in an artificial sort of way. Her foundation, a shade too light, was caked on with a thick layer of matte powder that swallowed the light when it hit her face, leaving her skin dull and sullen. The dark eye makeup and too-bright lipstick made her look like a doll, and not the kind for children.

“Listen, Brae,” Mor hoped that using a nickname would soften the major blow she was about to land. She reached out and laid a light, comforting hand onto one bony shoulder. “Y/N and Cassian have been friends for a long time. I won’t lie to you, sometimes the lines get blurred when they’re both single. She’s probably having some complicated feelings, since you’re so pretty,” Mor rushed to add that last part when Braelin’s lower lip wobbled. Then she prayed to the Mother for your forgiveness and said, lowering her voice to a whisper, “she’s probably just jealous.”

That put a spark back into Braelie’s eyes, and Mor cringed. She added Cassian to her list of prayers as Braelie flounced away in search of him.

Cassian hovered with his hand on the doorknob, ready to duck out the side door to sneak in a quick smoke break while Braelie freshened up with Mor. 

Braelie was hot, sure, but Cauldron she was dumb. If Cassian had to hear the words, “wait, really?” one more time, he might not make it long enough to get her into his bed tonight. Just a few puffs of mirthroot would dull the edges of his brain enough to find her cluelessness endearing. 

She wasn’t the most exciting company, but she was reliable, and he needed that. He’d broken things off with Skyla three weeks earlier and knew that he was dangerously close to doing the one thing he wore he’d stop doing, so he went out one night, alone, and found Braelie. 

After overhearing Mor’s words, he felt guilt roiling deep in his gut. So he smoked half a joint and headed back inside. He danced with her and thought of you. Walked her home and thought of you. She invited him in for a drink and pressed her too-pink lips against his. 

He thought of you. 

Afterward, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and waited until her breathing slowed before sneaking out through the window. He shoved off of the sill and let his wings fully expand, catching the wind and sending him soaring into the early morning sky. 

—

You hadn’t meant for Cassian’s latest fling to overhear you calling her a “Cauldron-damned floozy,” but it had happened anyway. 

“She’s soooooo annoyingggg,” you slurred, taking another swig from the wine glass in your hand. You let your head fall back until it landed on Azriel’s shoulder. He chuckled and you felt his shadows nipping at your cheeks, lightly scolding you for being bitchy. They tickled like tiny, ice-cold kisses, but that wasn’t enough to stop you. “Seriously, Az. I dunno what Cas sees in her. She’s just another Cauldron-damned floozy, good for keeping his bed warm and not much else.” 

Mor had managed to redirect Braelie towards the restrooms after that, leaving you alone in the booth with Az, completely oblivious. 

Azriel’s shadows had alerted him to her presence, and a smirk graced his lips. He sensed some major drama brewing and relished in his position at the sidelines. 

“Why, Y/N, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you sound jealous,” he drawled. You let your head loll to the side so you could glare at him, which coaxed a bark of laughter from his lips. 

—

The first coherent thought you had the next morning was water. I need water. You dragged yourself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom, gulping mouthful after mouthful straight from the faucet. 

But water could only do so much for a hangover, so you threw a robe over your pajamas and tiptoed down the Townhouse stairs. It was nearing noon but, based on the disheveled state everyone had returned in last night, you didn’t want to risk waking anyone and incurring their hungover wrath. 

Outside the kitchen, you heard low, muffled voices and paused to listen before entering. Mother forbid you end up interrupting Cassian and Braelie’s post-coital feast. Cauldron, even her name was annoying. 

“I just don’t understand why Y/N would say something like that,” you heard Cassian say, wincing as memories from last night flooded your brain. 

“Look, Y/N’s your best friend, I’m sure she’s just feeling put out now that you’re spending so much time with Braelie,” Az said, careful to keep his tone neutral. 

“Well she doesn’t have to be such a bitch about it.” 

You turned away and snuck back up the stairs to change into real clothes, deciding that breakfast at your favorite cafe was in order. Preferably paired with a mimosa or five. 

— 

Az sighed and took a sip of tea to buy himself some time to think. He’d stayed up with Mor until sunrise, talking about their clueless friends. 

While your comments about Cassian’s love life had been funny the first few times, after more than three decades, it was getting old. They recognized a pattern repeating itself ad nauseam; Cassian gets a new girlfriend, you distance yourself from him and start grumbling about the girls’ flaws, then when Cas eventually dumped her you’d be back to being best friends like no time had passed at all. And if you both happen to be single, well, sometimes after smoking too much mirthroot you’d end up all over each other. In a friendly way, of course. 

This time, though, you’d been much more open about your hatred for Braelie despite the fact that she was one of the more tolerable ‘floozies’  they’d had to deal with over the years. She was dumb but harmless, and soon enough Cassian would tire of her, resetting the cycle once again. 

So they’d decided to divide and conquer; Mor was going to try and get it through your thick skull that you’re in love with Cas, while Az was tasked with showing the General what was right in front of him. 

Easier said than done. So he decided to go for the jugular. 

“Well, it’s not like you have the best track record with females. Maybe Y/N’s gotten tired of playing nice when you’ve got someone new on your arm every other week.”

“Last I checked that wasn’t a crime.” 

Az held his hands up, raising one eyebrow at Cas. 

“Don’t shoot the messenger. If it’s really bothering you, why don’t you talk to her? I’m sure if you asked her to lay off Braelie she would.”

Cas ducked his head to hide the heat rushing to his face and mumbled something incoherent into his chest. 

“Sorry, brother, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my shadows laughing at your blush.”

“I broke up with her this morning,” Cas growled, tightening his grip on the mug in his fist. 

Azriel cackled, laughter only growing louder when Cas glared at him. 

“It’s not funny,” Cas insisted, launching his teaspoon over the table. Az’s shadows caught it before it could make contact, turning Cas’s glare into a downright glower.  

“Alright, alright, it’s not funny. You’re just predictable, that’s all.” 

After stewing in silence for a few minutes, Cas felt his self control crumbling. Words bubbled up from his chest, through his throat, and then he was rambling. 

“I overheard Mor telling Braelie that Y/N was jealous of her,” he pushed his chair back and started pacing back and forth across the kitchen. “And at first I thought, no way, that’s crazy, if Y/N was jealous I would know. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. She always gets weird whenever I’m dating someone, right?”

“Maybe you should talk to her about it,” Az suggested, leaning back in his seat. Just a friend offering a casual, off-the-cuff solution to a problem he knows nothing about. 

“Yeah, maybe…”

—

Mor tracked you down later that afternoon, sprawled out on a blanket next to the Sidra and halfway through a bottle of vintage red imported from the Summer Court. 

“Heyyy,” you greeted her, pushing yourself up into a sitting position and holding the bottle out towards your friend. “Come to join the pity party?” 

Mor eyed you, curiosity and amusement sparking behind her honey brown eyes, and she accepted your offering. 

“And why are we having a pity party?” she asked, plopping down next to you and taking a long pull from the bottle. 

“Cause I fuck everything up, duh.” You flopped back down, this time onto your stomach. “Cassian hates me, but whatever. I’m sure he and Braelie are going to be very happy together.”

Mor had to force her eyes not to roll at your drunken dramatics. 

“I’m gonna find a boyfriend, that way when they break up Cas can’t come crawling back to me with his dick in his hand. See how he likes it.” You made grabby hands for the bottle but Mor shook her head, keeping it held just out of your reach. 

“Or you could try telling him how you feel?” She suggested, casually, as she took another sip. 

You scoffed, hiccuping giggles following as you struggled to keep your composure as mixed emotions ebbed and flowed through your body. 

“Tell him how I feel? Should I tell him it makes my skin itch whenever he dances with another girl? Tell him that I haven’t been able to finish with anyone else since the first time he fucked me? Or maybe I should tell him that he’s my mate, good idea, Mor. Maybe that will make him fall in love with me!” 

Mor let her eyes roll this time, patting you on the back. But when you flipped onto your back, she saw the pain and longing etched into the lines on your face and stared deep into your eyes, waiting for you to laugh and say it was just a joke. 

Unease settled in her stomach. 

“Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked. 

“He’s my Cauldron-damned mate, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s too busy burying himself in the hordes of females fawning all over him to notice how much it hurts.” 

“Y/N…how long have you known?” 

“Four years,” you whispered, throwing an arm over your eyes to hide your tears from your oldest friend.

“Oh, babe,” she sighed, tugging you up into her arms. The dam behind your eyes broke and sobs wracked your body while the gears in Mor’s brain started turning. 

When you finally settled in her lap, tears dried up, she hauled you to your feet. “C’mon, let’s get you home.” 

All you managed to mutter was, “Not the Townhouse,” before she winnowed you away.  

—

Cassian dodged Azriel’s attempts at cheering him up in favor of sulking at the kitchen table all day, waiting for you to wake up. 

When it was nearing dinner time, he sighed and put together a tray of tea and pastries to bring up to you as a peace offering. But after knocking politely on your door for five minutes straight, worry started worming its way into his stomach and he threw open the door to reveal your bed, perfectly made and empty. 

“Fuck,” he growled, throwing the tray down the hallway where it crashed against the wall, broken bits of pottery clattering to the ground. He’d wasted all day waiting for you when you were out doing Mother knows what with Mother knows who. 

Screw apologies, he was on a warpath now.  

He trekked through the busy streets of Velaris looking for any sign of you, starting at Amren’s apartment and making his way through your favorite shops and restaurants with no success. Just when he was about to give up, assuming you were holed up with a male somewhere, he saw Mor ducking into one of the small cafes near the Sidra. 

“Mor!” he shouted, jogging to catch the door before it closed behind her. She turned around, and a look of shock flashed across her face before it smoothed into cool indifference. 

“Cassian,” she said, nodding at him before turning to the hostess stand. “I’m here to pick up a takeout order for Morrigan.” 

The hostess nodded and disappeared into the kitchen to grab the food. Cas reached out and grabbed Mor’s wrist, tugging her around to face him.  

“Where is she?” he asked, barely able to contain the rage flowing through his veins. 

“Not now, Cas,” Mor sighed, wrenching her arm from his grasp. “Trust me. Just give her some space.” 

“I can’t,” he growled, siphons glowing as if they were attempting to warn her that his magic was sizzling just beneath the surface. It felt like something was pulling him along, the desire to find you growing stronger the longer he looked. “I need to find her. Please, Mor.”

The hostess came back and handed a bag to Mor, who promptly turned around and dumped it into Cas’s arms. 

“Fine, then you can take this up to the House of Wind for me. I have some errands to run, you have an hour.” Cas’s face relaxed and he nodded, about to open his mouth to thank her when she waved a hand at him to dismiss him. 

But when they were back outside, she turned around to flash a sickly sweet smile at him. 

“Oh, and Cassian?” His eyes widened as he froze in place, wings spread and ready to take off. “If you hurt her, I will feed you to Bryaxis.” 

With that, she disappeared and Cassian took to the skies wondering what would be waiting for him when he arrived. 

— 

On the back deck of the House of Wind, you stood leaning against the railing, music swirling around you as you watched the sun sink behind the buildings of Velaris below. Lights blinked on one by one until the whole city was filled with twinkling stars.

With a joint in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, your mind was finally, blissfully, numb. Only the subtle ache deep in your core served as a reminder of your unfortunate situation, but even that was starting to dull. 

Of course, your peaceful night had to be ruined by the one male you had no desire to see. The sound of flapping wings and rushing of air past your face gave you a split-second warning, and then Cassian dropped to the ground behind you. 

You turned around and held the hand with the joint lazily balanced between two fingers at your forehead. 

“General Bloodshed, or whatever the fuck,” you said, wobbling on unsteady feet as you saluted him. Then you lowered your hand and took a long drag, holding the smoke in your lungs for as long as physically possible before letting it out in a steady stream pointed in his direction. “Come to fight for your fair maiden’s honor, or just to rub it in my face that you’re getting laid and you don’t need me anymore?”

“Y/N,” he said, all the anger draining from his body as he took in the bags under your eyes and the heavy winter clothes hanging off your frame even though Summer was right around the corner. It was like he was seeing you for the first time after a long mission away, noticing how much weight you’d lost, how tired your body looked. 

He set the food down on one of the lounge chairs and took slow, careful steps towards you. 

“Y/N,” he repeated, “What’s going on?”

“Nothin’, Cassie, nothin’ at all,” you said, pausing to hiccup before continuing. “I don’t care about Braelie, I don’t care about you, I don’t care about anything.” You thrust your arms out wide and turned to face the sunset, which was now casting a golden glow onto Velaris. “I’ve got a hot date with my fingers later, and I probably won’t even think about you.”

Cas ignored the heat flaring up low in his belly at the mental image that flashed behind his eyes. 

“Hey,” he whispered, coming up next to you and prying the joint from your hand. “Gimme that.” 

You turned to face him, lower lip stuck out in a pout. 

“Why? So you can leave me here and go get high with Braelie? I bet she’s real mouthy. You like em loud, don’t you? Like when females beg for that big Illyrian cock?”

Your voice got higher and higher, becoming breathless as you rambled on, letting all of your deepest, darkest, pent-up thoughts and feelings fall from your lips. Even though you knew you’d regret it in the morning, in the moment it felt so good to let them go. 

“Y/N, stop, just take a breath. I’m not going to leave you, okay!” Cassian stubbed out the joint and tossed it aside, putting his hands on your shoulders to force you to look at him. “I’m not going to see Braelie, I broke up with her this morning.” 

Your eyes glazed over as you looked him up and down, a lazy smirk blooming on your lips. 

“Ohhhh, I see how it is,” you drawled, waving a hand to summon the joint to you. Snapping your fingers to spark it back to life, you took another deep hit and then stuffed the unlit end into Cas’s mouth. He tried to protest but you held firm until he finally inhaled. Its effects hit immediately, and you watched as his shoulders drooped, muscles relaxing. With a wicked grin, you dropped from his loosened grip to your knees, palming his dick through his leathers. “Want me to kiss it better, put your broken heart back together?” 

A war waged behind Cas’s eyes; on the one hand, the mirthroot was clouding his judgment and lust threatened to take over at the sight of you looking up at him with wide eyes.  

On the other hand, he had set out to make things right, to talk to you and figure out the true nature of your feelings for him. Sleeping with you would send the wrong message. 

“Y/N, stop,” he grunted, pulling his hips back and shoving your hand away. 

“What?” you asked, your pout back in full force. “Want me to beg for it first, cause you know I will? Know I’ll give you anything you want?” You shoved yourself up to your feet, pushing onto your tiptoes so your narrowed eyes bore right into Cassian’s. 

He felt the tension that had been building all day melt away—the anger, the frustration, the confusion—all of it was gone with a snap of golden magic that flooded his body. 

You felt it, too, from your side of the bond, could see the moment it registered behind those hazel eyes. It felt like the bond was on your side, snapping just in time to help you prove a point.

“I’m done being your second choice, mate,” you snarled, plucking the joint from his hand before turning around and stalking into the house, leaving him stranded alone in the darkness. 

[writingwrench]

Confession (Stanford x Reader)

 I hope y’all enjoy! If you want me to write another or you have a suggestion, hit me up!

 Stanford glanced at the photo of the cheerful woman on his desk. She had this immutable, meanderous personality that he’d fallen hard for.

 Ever since they were younger, he’d had a type of respect for her enthusiastic and bubbly personality. Ever since high school (maybe even before then) he’d acquired an officious fervor for her. He didn’t really know how to tell her for fear of provoking some kind of rancor. 

 Even so, he ventured from his basement in search of his parsimonious heretic of a brother....

 “Stanley?” he asked,shutting the vending machine door. The twin was found sitting at the register, counting his day’s winnings.

 “Hey,bro!” he said, sea-tanned face splitting into a grin.

 “I need help,” Ford muttered,pulling a chair over to the counter and sitting down. 

 Stan set the money down,giving his brother his full attention. It wasn’t like him to ever ask for help. Even when they were on the Stan-O-War II.

 “I....I have feelings for (Y/N)....” he awkwardly began,hoping Stanley would understand. 

 Slowly, Stan began to smirk,before full acclaim filled the room. 

 “Finally, you admit it. It’s been over thirty years!” he laughed. Ford’s face was set aflame. He knew his brother wasn’t being callous, but he still felt somewhat ashamed for him to take this long to bring up the gall to tell her.

   Seeing Ford’s impression of a tomato, Stanley laughed again quietly,before,”Look,Poindexter, just go out there,hike up your big boy panties,  and tell her. She feels the same way...even though I don’t really understand, I am the better looking twin!” He grinned,winking. Which earned him an eye-roll from Ford.

 Still unsure, Ford, paused before the door, before Stan got fed up and just pushed him out to where (Y/N) was sitting with Dipper and Mabel. 

 “-I’m trying to nail that quack reporter for his actions,” She was saying. Stanford didn’t really understand what kind of conversation  he’d managed to walk into, but just hearing her voice, he’d instantly felt relieved. 

 “Hey, (N/N)?” he asked, nervousness seeping into his pores.

 “Hey, Ford!” she smiled brightly,turning to him. He stared at her for a moment, lost in her (E/C) eyes, before the awkward silence was broken by the angel he’d fell in love with.

 “What’s up?” she asked, not at all perturbed by the awkward silence. (She’d gotten used to it fairly quickly since Ford himself was such a cute, awkward person.)

 “I....um...I have to confess something,” he stuttered out, not meeting her eye for fear of peeing himself. He didn’t understand. He could take on demons and other horrifying creatures, but with a mere glance from (Y/N),his knees would buckle and he’d be a total loss for words.

 The girl raised a brow, signaling for him to continue....so he did.

 “I want...um...I would love.. gah,screw it! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!” he yelled,startling (Y/N) and the younger twins.

 It was quiet until- “OH MY GOSH,GRUNKLE FORD!!!!!”

 (Y/N)’s face tinted pink.

 “Kids,” she said shakily,”Please give us some privacy.”

 They did as told, making their way to the house. It wasn’t long before she saw two heads pop up over the window sill. 

 Rolling her eyes and grinning, she rushed over to Ford,tackling him in a fierce hug. They both landed with a thud,before surprised giggles filled the air.

 “I love you too,Ford,” (Y/N) said, still grinning before pulling him to her by the front of his overcoat. Their lips met. The kiss was sweet and passionate, the  both of them marveling at how long it took for them to get to this point.

 They disconnected, resting their foreheads on each other’s shoulder, and quietly grinning.

 “(Y/N), I’m so sorry it took me so long,” Ford finally said,breaking the silence.

 He was met with another kiss.

 “It’s alright,you dork,” she said, still grinning.

 It may have taken forever, but she finally felt truly wanted.

[7s3ven]

DRIVING LESSONS. luke (pjo)

Normal! Au

( master list )

IN WHICH… Luke attempts to teach Percy how to drive and, in the process, almost crashes into Luke’s long time crush. But maybe he can spin it in his favor.

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Luke was like an older brother to many. He had warm and comforting aura that people seemed to gravitate towards.

“Don’t get hurt, seaweed brain.” Annabeth warned Percy, pointing a stern finger at him. Luke chuckled as he leaned against the hood of his shiny car. Percy needed driving lessons and Luke was more than happy to help. Though, he knew he was going to regret it. Annabeth and Sally were both too terrified to teach Percy but Luke was up for the challenge.

“Turn on your blinker, Percy.” Luke reminded the teenage boy for the fifth time.

“My what?” Percy only stared at Luke in utter confusion.

“Your turn signal. And keep your eyes in the road!” Luke exclaimed as another car whizzed past, narrowly avoiding crashing into them. Percy immediately glued his eyes back to the view in front of him, sheepishly smiling.

"Sorry." He whispered.

“Turn slowly here.” Luke instructed, nodding when Percy finally remembered to press his blinker. Percy turned painfully slow, matching the speed of a sloth, and Luke held back an annoyed groan.

“So, when did you start driving?” Percy asked. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Luke shrug.

“I’m not sure. Around your age or a little older.” Luke was in his twenties now, already having secured a well-paying job which helped pay for half of Annabeth’s tuitions. The other half was paid by a scholarship she earned.

“Have you met any cute girls?”

Luke lightly snorted, grinning in amusement. “Why are you asking me that, Percy? You know I can see how you look at Annabeth. I should be asking you how it’s going with her.”

Percy and Annabeth had always been stuck between friends and lovers and it was driving Luke insane. He wanted to shove the two of them together and demand they admit their feelings.

“Okay, but have you met any cute girls?” Percy was persistent, which suited his given name. Luke scoffed, tilting his head back. He had but he didn’t want to admit it to Percy. How was he supposed to tell Percy that he was still in love with the same girl from high school?

He thought he was over his feelings but he saw her in a coffee shop one day and everything came flooding back. Their playful flirting, their late night rants as they lay in each other’s arms while listening to Luke’s playlist, and that kiss they shared in their last year. Annabeth was already calling Luke a loser for liking her again, he didn’t need Percy doing the same.

“I guess.” Luke finally answered. “I’m not really attached to any of them, though.” Because his mind was always on Y/N, his high school sweetheart.

“Are you gay?” Percy asked out of the blue, causing Luke to choke in surprise.

“Am I- No! I’m not gay, Percy! I like girls but I wouldn’t date any of the girls I meet!”

“Is it because you’re still obsessed with her?”

Luke knew who he was talking about. He clicked his tongue, giving Percy the indirect answer that he needed. Percy wasn’t so clueless after all.

In all Luke’s years of babysitting Annabeth and Percy, he had only brought one girl over, who happened to be Y/N. They were working on a school project but Annabeth still liked to tease him about the way he gazed at Y/N.

Percy made the mistake of tearing his eyes away from the road again. “Percy!” Luke shouted as soon as he spotted someone walking across the pedestrian crossing, “Eyes on the road!” Percy, in a panic, slammed his foot against the break. The car screeched to an abrupt halt and both boys were sent flying forward. If it weren't for their seat belts, they would've crashed through the windshield.

There was a soft knock on Luke’s window and he turned his head, mortified to see the very girl he was just thinking about. The brunette slowly rolled the window down, thickly gulping.

“Hey.” Y/N greeted him, resting her arms on the sill, “You know, people usually stop at the crossing. They don’t almost run someone over.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. It’s his first time and he’s still pretty nervous.” Luke jabbed a thumb in Percy’s direction. The blond boy was sweating, gripping the steering wheel tightly. He sent Y/N an apologetic smile.

“Oh, Percy. I haven’t seen you in a while.” Y/N grinned at him, “You’ve grown up so fast. Last time I saw you, you were smashing into walls.” Percy’s cheeks heated up at the memory. “Glad to see you still have that habit. Though, instead of walls now, it seems you like to crash into people. You weren't thinking of committing a hit and run, right?"

“How have you been, Y/N?” Luke changed the subject to spare Percy from the embarrassment of Y/N’s teasing remarks. “You disappeared after high school. And the last time I saw you was in a cafe. I barely had time to ask.”

“I went to university in Europe.”

“And you got your law degree, I assume?”

“Conjoint, actually. I majored in law with a minor in psychology.”

Luke whistled, impressed. He barely passed university. “So, what are you doing now?”

“Well, I was taking a calming walk before I almost got killed.” She chuckled, an amused glimmer flashing in her eyes. Percy sank deeper into Luke’s leather car seat. “If you need help with teaching Percy to drive, I’d be happy to help. You look like you need it.” She fished out a card from her purse, handing it over to Luke. “I changed my number, by the way. That’s my personal one. Feel free to contact me, Luke.”

She bid the pair farewell and once she was out of earshot, Percy and Luke turned to face each other.

“Oh my gosh, she gave you her number!”

“Bro, I got her number!”

It was safe to say that Luke spent the rest of the terrifying car ride feeling elated despite being tossed around in the vehicle with Percy and almost throwing up once or twice.

Luke was dreading the next day with Percy because the young boy was not a good driver. At all. Not only had Percy narrowly avoided crashing into a pole and took off one of Luke’s mirrors in the process, but they also got chased by the cops for going over the speeding limit. Twice. And he couldn't forget how they almost killed Y/N.

Luke was thinking of ditching Percy but he was technically Annabeth’s boyfriend, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

His phone buzzed and his eyes darted to the screen for a split second. He looked back at the road, quickly stomping his foot onto the break. His heart sank for the second time this week. This was not how he wanted to meet Y/N again.

Y/N was teasingly grinning as she made her way over to his window. She knocked on it, bending down to match his height. “Hey, Luke.” She uttered, clicking her tongue. She playfully pursed her lips as she watched Luke sigh, his head resting against the wheel. “You and Percy seem to have one thing in common. Almost crashing into me.”

Luke’s cheeks flushed bright pink. “I didn’t mean to… I swear.” He uttered.

“It’s fine, Luke. As long as you don’t actually hit me. Because if you do, I will run you over too.” Y/N smiled, acting as if she didn’t just whisper a threat in Luke’s ear.

“I’m actually going to pick up Percy right now. Do you want to, uh, join me? I might throw up less with you around. Partly in fear of embarrassing myself.” Luke chuckled to himself while Y/N huffed in amusement.

“As long as I don’t land in hospital, I’m up for it.”

“No promises.”

Y/N climbed into the passenger seat, shutting the door behind her. She tilted her head to the side as she picked up a Lancôme lipstick. “I never took you as lipstick person, Luke.” She joked, holding up the tube.

“It’s Clarisse’s.” He said. Despite their differences, the two were quite close in high school. And they still were.

“You two dating already? Everybody shipped you two.” Y/N chuckled, turning her head to look at Luke.

“We’re just friends.” Luke said.

“Oh, come on. You must like a girl. Who’s the lucky one, huh?”

You, Luke almost said.

“I’m not interested in any girls right now.” He said instead. Y/N quirked an eyebrow.

“Are you gay? Wait, I kissed you while you were gay?!” Y/N gasped while Luke wildly shook his head.

“Why does everyone think I’m gay?!” He exclaimed.

"You've never dated anyone, Luke. It makes people think things." Y/N chuckled as leaned back in her seat. "I remember when everybody thought you and Chris were an item. Your fangirls were devastated. It was hilarious."

"What about you?" Luke asked, "How did... you feel?" Y/N faltered. She slowly turned her head to look at Luke before shyly diverting her gaze.

"I was more preoccupied with laughing over the sad girls with my friends." She uttered, "But I had a feeling you weren't gay. Your fashion sense back then was a dead give away that you were straight."

Luke clicked his tongue, "Was that meant to be an insult or a compliment?"

Y/N silently shrugged, flashing him a small grin. "A bit of both, I think."

Silence eventually settled between the pair. The car engine quietly hummed and Y/N glanced out the window as the radio played a soft melody. She thickly gulped as Luke pulled into Percy's driveway, a little disappointed they'd no longer be alone.

"Y/N." Luke quickly turned to her as soon as he pulled the keys out of his car. She met his gaze, confused as she gestured for him to continue. She watched as Luke took a deep breath. "Do you remember when I asked you if you had a partner for prom?"

"Of course. I went with Jake."

"I know that. But do you remember when you told me about Jake and I looked a little sad?" Luke was usually straight-forward with his sentences but he couldn't find the right words in this moment. Y/N slightly tilted her head.

"Yeah... you looked crushed." She said in a joking tone, causing Luke to gently chuckle.

"I looked sad because... I wanted to ask you out. Because I liked you. And I didn't ask anyone else out or accept any other offers because you were the only person I wanted to go with. And when you kissed me in our senior year, I couldn't feel happier, even if it was only because you wanted to feel a teen romance. And when you left... I didn't leave my room for ages. Annabeth had to drag me out. I was scared that you would find another person and I didn't want you to leave me behind."

Y/N gazed at him in silence. Luke cleared his throat, nodding his face. "I shouldn't have said anything... sorry. All those things were ancient history. I don't even know why I brought it up."

"What about you?" Y/N breathed, "Is there anyone else in your life?"

Luke pressed his lips into a thin line. "No... To be honest, I still haven't moved on from you." He turned his head to face Y/N, taken aback when she pressed her lips against his.

"I didn't find anyone else, Luke. I wanted to come back from university and run into your arms again, like old times." Y/N uttered as she pulled away. Luke cracked an ecstatic grin, pulling her back.

"Are you guys seriously making out in front of my house?"

Y/N and Luke jumped apart at the sound of Percy's voice. The younger boy was staring at them through the tinted window, face wrinkled up in disgust.

"I'll, um, get in the backseat." Y/N said, smiling before she switched seats, allowing Luke to sit beside Percy. The brunette gave the boy a subtle glare.

"Can I turn on some music?" Percy asked as he drove down an empty road. Luke had switched off the radio to allow the blond to concentrate.

"Only for a little while. Keep your eyes on the road so you don't almost kill anybody else." Luke snapped. From the backseat, Y/N lightly laughed.

Percy pushed a button and with a quiet click, Olivia Rodrigo started playing. "Really, Luke? Your sad playlist?"

"It's the only other tape in my car."

"I got my driver's license last week"- Percy sang along but he was cut off by Luke's stern tone.

"Percy, you won't be getting your license for ages if you don't focus on the road." The brunette warned. Percy frowned, going silent for a few moments before he parted his lips again.

"He used to listen to this playlist in his car while it rained. He was probably thinking about you." Percy said to Y/N, looking at her through the mirror, "I think he even cried at some point. Annabeth and I saw him one night, just sitting in the car and banging his head against the wheel."

"Percy!" Luke hissed, trying to shush the boy. But the damage was already done as Y/N diverted her eyes to look at Luke.

"Really?" There was an amused edge to her voice.

"Stop the car." Luke demanded, glowering at Percy. The young blond nonchalantly pulled over and stopped the engine. "You're dead, Percy. I'm going to tell Annabeth how you still drool in your sleep." Luke pulled out his phone, causing Percy to panic.

"I told her I stopped!" Percy reached for Luke's device but the brunette quickly stepped out of the car. He held the phone up high, away from Percy's grasp. Y/N watched as Percy chased after Luke, desperate to hide his drooling problem from Annabeth.

Luke turned his head to scowl at Percy. "It's your payback for telling Y/N that!"

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[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2024 / Day Six

PROSTITUTION / SEX WORK / MIRROR SEX (@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction)

Starring: Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: The boys never take you like I want you, that’s what Jake said and now he’s going to make sure this memory is one you’ll both remember.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No use of Y/N, language, pet name, dom!Jake Lockley, hair pulling, public sex, rough sex, P in V, unprotected sex (protection in real life, please, thank you), praise (if you squint), cream pie

Word Count: 2.5k

You don’t know when the change happened.

In the morning, you were talking to an incredibly sleepy Steven who was reminiscing about the dream he’d had last night that featured you in a starring, also heroic, role. It took the pair of you a while to get yourselves out of bed and you had a leisurely start, making it from the bed to the sofa of his attic apartment.

He insisted he needed to go in the shower before Marc exited and returned to you.

Apparently, he had made plans for the evening, booked a fancy restaurant that he knew you’d love. He watched you as you got ready, teasing you with the gentlest of touches and kisses with the softest lips. Your boys would talk to each other, mostly Marc proclaiming that Steven would have his turn later.

You giggled when their argument turned heated and Marc saw it fit to cover the mirror you stood in front of.

He rolled his eyes, only hearing Steven still running his mouth.

Turning on your heels, you place a palm on Marc’s chest, smiling sweetly.

“Tell him, I’ll make it up to him.”

“I’m gonna hold her to that!”

Marc sighs, “Don’t worry, he knows.”

The restaurant he took you to was nestled on one of the city’s hidden alleyways, the underground location made to cosy and intimate but the place was vast. You followed the waiter to plush booth dressed in rich red velvet, a tiny lamp in the centre of the table being your main source of light.

Dinner couldn’t have gone any better.

You excused yourself once you’d ordered dessert.

The journey to the toilet was a tricky one, you were pointed to doorway and told which directions to turn. It was almost a labyrinth, each wall appearing the same until you came to a corridor filled with doors.

You sighed with relief when you sat on the porcelain throne of the closest available stall.

When you were washing your hands, your peace was interrupted by someone knocking heavily on the door. You were surprised that someone was looking for a free stall, there seemed to be plenty if they’d only continue walking.

“Just a second, I’m just washing my hands,” you called.

As you reached for the paper towels, there came another series of knocks. You swear no one has the fucking patience in London. Stretching to unlock the door, you prepare a scowl on your face as you drop the handle.

The next few seconds is a blur.

Marc shoves the door open swiftly, crowding your frame with his as he forces you back until your ass is resting on the sill next to the sink.

“Marc, what the fuck?”

The door slams shut and you hear the lock click, he’s turned away from you.

“I’m not Marc.”

He wasn’t, his accent was different, his voice more gravelly.

“Well, it’s definitely not Steven.”

He chuckles, “You know your boys so well, kitten.”

A shiver shot up your spine as he turned round.

They always had identical features. The same dark curls, same softly tanned skin, same notch in the tip of his nose. You had learnt early on in your relationship to look at the mannerisms but these were like none you’d seen before.

He stepped towards you, looming over you as you try to somehow move away from him in this confined space. He stands tall, shoulder back with his chest puffed out yet his head hangs low, heavy lids hiding the spark in his eyes as if he’s lacking a soul.

“How well do they know you?”

“Barely.”

There had been instances in the past where both Marc and Steven said they couldn’t remember shit. You had told them about strolling into the apartment late at night, waking up to find them asleep in the armchair or when you’d jumped awake at the sudden sensation at your ankle, only to find them perched at the end of the bed.

But still, nothing.

“And what about me?”

His stern expression contorts into a crooked, wicked smile.

“Oh, I know how they feel about you. How Steven gets butterflies when you smile at him, how Marc’s heart skips a beat when you hold his hand, how hard they both get when they picture you in that dress…”

Your hands squeeze onto the lip of the shelf as his eyes flit over your body.

“But they never quite fuck you the way I’d like.”

You swallow nervously as he brings his body centimetres from yours, your doe eyes are reflected in his black irises.

His fingertips skim your hip, trailing up your waist, making your body quiver.

Part of you knows you should be scared, that maybe you should be screaming the place down to get someone to save you. Against him? They probably wouldn’t survive anyway. However your body didn’t react through fear, you were actually finding this intimidating figure in front of you a turn on.

His presence so much darker than Steven’s, even Marc’s.

His other hand comes to your face, featherlight on your chin before he runs his thumb along your bottom lip. You release the breath you didn’t realise you held, the exhale shaky as he brings his lips to yours.

Your body goes rigid when he kisses you.

“I won’t hurt you, kitten,” he says after he removes his lips, “I promise.”

His calmness finally managed to take over the fever that ran through his veins, he smooths a warm palm over your cheek. He watches how your lips part forming the smallest gap between them, it’s like you’re about to say something yet you can’t utter a word.

You feel yourself deepening into his touch, the warmth of his hand.

In the confined space, your senses were heightened, the finest details coming through. His steady pulse, the low monotones of his voice, how the orange glow of the light made his skin look golden however he was shrouded with a darkness that pulled you in.

Your eyelashes flutter shut and your weight shifts forward.

Your lips meet again and you press swiftly before going back for more. As you push, he pushes harder, nudging his chin to coax you to allow him access. When you open your mouth, his tongue slips through effortlessly, hungrily searching for yours.

He knows what you can do, he’s watched how you submit with the others and now, he wants that too.

His hand lets go of your cheek, cupping the back of your head as he forces you into him more. He hugs you with his other arm around your waist and you sigh, hands dropping from the sink.

Cautiously, your hands reach for his arms like he was going to snap and break them off.

Underneath you know there’s Steven and Marc, you know how they like to be touched and they have more similarities than they’d admit. You trail your palms up and over his shoulders, the friction tugging gently at the shirt he wore. Digging your nails into his back, the purr rumbles through his chest.

Unlike your boys, he doesn’t melt.

His teeth sink into your bottom lip, the smallest twinge as he sinks them further.

“Unfortunately for you, that don’t work on me.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

In quick movements, you find yourself being spun round, the bones of your hips bumping sharply to the edge. You grunt meekly, your face scrunching as his fingers bury into your hair.

His breath flows down the crook of your neck before he brings his lips to the skin.

Opening your eyes, you catch the reflection in the mirror. He watches you behind heavy lids, gauging your reaction as he pulls, changing the angle of your head. The tingle travels through your body, settling low, your pussy twitching as your juices pool in your underwear.

His other hand lifts the hem of your dress, his palm spreading over your one ass cheek.

You try to fight the pleasure running through your veins but you can’t help pushing your weight onto him, unable to catch the desperate mewl from escaping when you feel his stiff length contained within his trousers.

He chuckles, “Can’t help yourself, can you?”

You shake your head yet it barely moves under his hold.

His hand moves across and you anticipate a slap that never comes, maybe that’s only something Marc likes. You wriggle to chase the pleasure you seek though he’s choosing to be difficult, predicting every move before you make it.

You whine as his fingers wrap tightly around your underwear and he yanks them, bearing your warm cunt to the cool air of the tiled space.

He leans back, seeing how it still manages to glisten in the dim lighting. He was planning on playing with you, teasing you until you reached the edge however like this, he could just push through your slick walls without any friction.

You watch his hand come behind you, hear the metallic jostle as he gets his belt undone, the sound of his zipper going down.

His grip on your hair loosens, his fingers falling down your spine and your back arches to his touch. The valley of your ass meets his hardened cock and as you follow the outline, you both groan.

He slams his hips into you, flinging you forward just enough for him to whip himself from his briefs.

When you return to him, he keeps you steady and slaps your ass a few times with his tip, precum decorating your skin. You glance over your shoulder, teeth grazing your lip as you wait for him to meet your eye.

He does.

“Eyes in front.”

“Yes, sir,” you say softly, doing as you’re told.

He shoves you back heavily and you gasp as his cock encroaches your entrance, the smirk rising on his face. It’s the way he looks at you that tells you, you’re in danger and you strengthen your grip on the lip of the sink.

There’s no warning as he fills you to the hilt.

He takes the air from your lungs, your mouth falling open without a sound. Your legs quiver as he cradles under your stomach, as if he knows how deep he buried himself into you. He gives you another second before he slowly drags his way out.

“Oh fuuuck.”

Your voice raises and a hand snaps around your mouth, he doesn’t want anyone to hear you quite yet.

He shushes you as he thrusts into you again, your squeal muffled by his broad palm, his other hand gently easing into your back to position you in a perfect curve. Holding you steady, he frees your mouth, you barely catch your breath before he starts to plough into you full force.

All you can do is take it and let him consume all you.

His eyes drill into your reflection bringing the heat to your skin, the sweat arriving onto your chest. The clamminess in your hands makes you lose your grasp on the sink, your heels slipping on tiles with every brutal impact.

His fingertips dig into the flesh of your hip to keep you upright.

This is what he’s always wanted.

The other two always fucked you wrong. Steven was always soft and gentle, some may even say sensual whilst Marc, though he had more dominating tendencies, never went hard enough. And there he was, hidden away somewhere the pair of them couldn’t find, waiting to pounce at any given moment.

Except because he’d held back for so long, he chose to go hard and fast before he exploded.

“Please, I can’t,” you choke, the words struggling to come through.

He had been pummelling the same spot over and over and you weren’t quite sure whether you should be seeing white spots in your vision. You couldn’t bare to keep looking, squeezing your eyes shut as you drop your head.

His hips grind to a halt, his cock staying snug in your walls.

Unleashing your hips, his hands wrap around your neck before using his strength to lift your head up. Your throat bobs under his digits and he gives you a minute to open your eyes, the mirrored image of them glossy.

You groan as he nudges you with his tip, bringing himself forward so he could plant a kiss on your shoulder.

“You’re taking me so well, kitten.”

He rolled his hips, steadily picking up the pace again.

With each hit came a sweet grunt, your body rippling from the collision, the straps on your dress slipping to reveal your matching bra. He couldn’t take his eyes off your reflection, he had to make sure this was ingrained in his memory, for all the future times he had to sit and watch.

The room was getting smaller, the heat between you rising though he hadn’t broken a sweat.

Every part of you started to burn, the tingle travelling up your spine. You raise your hands, helplessly clawing at his until suddenly you became limp, your muscles vibrating uncontrollably.

He held strong, your toes the only remaining part of you on the floor.

“Not much longer,” he said through gritted teeth.

You couldn’t hear him as your head went fuzzy, vision blurring as you went crosseyed yet he had never seen such a beautiful sight.

His hips started to stutter as your walls clung onto the feeling of him, the suction pulling him back before his balls receded. He ensured his last thrust was strong, one that rooted within your pussy, filling you with his load.

He growled, roaring as he pulled himself out of you swiftly, droplets of cum falling down your legs and to the floor.

You gasped like you came back to life, falling back to earth from your sexual ecstasy. As his hands loosen, you drop to towards the sink and save yourself on your elbows. Your chest heaves as you try to get oxygen into your lungs, legs trembling as you struggle to stand.

The energy settled between you.

His hand coming to your back made you flinch, the expectation different to the reality. He stroked softly, soothing you, before pulling up your strap.

“We should go,” his voice was still gruff.

You managed to lift your head to see what a mess you were. He was polite enough to pass you some tissue to sort out your appearance but you had questions.

“What about dessert?”

He scoffs, “I cancelled it.”

He sees how you pout in the mirror, eyes narrowing.

“Did you even pay for dinner?”

“Yes.”

He didn’t want to draw attention to himself, to what you were both doing.

You spread your palms over your dress, bend at the hip to fix your shoes. Snatching your handbag, you rummage for your lipstick before leaning into your reflection.

He continues to watch you, you hadn’t even asked for your underwear, not that he was complaining. His brow arched when you turned round, the lid of your lipstick clicking before you matched his stance.

“What?”

“I’m waiting for you to tell me your name,” you cock your head to the side.

He tuts.

“You just railed me in a public toilet and filled me with your cum and you expect me to walk out of here with you.”

His chest expands as you step closer.

“It’s Jake.”

“Nice to meet you, Jake, you owe me dessert.”

[thebisexualdogdad]

City lights - sugar baby!Evan Buckley x male!reader

*A/N: as requested sugar baby Buck is back!*

“Looks like you had a good day,” you smile at Buck as he enters your room, two hotel workers following him with their hands full of shopping bags.

“You gave me your credit card in New York City of course I did,” he laughs.

The workers set the bags down and you hand them each a huge tip which they thank you for.

“Have a good evening Mr Y/L/N and Mr Buckley,” one of them tells you as they leave.

“Look at this view,” Buck says in awe, now standing in front of the window that overlooks the city.

“It is beautiful but I much prefer looking at you,” you reply, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his cheek.

“How was your meeting?” He smiles, “I know I already told you but you look so handsome in this suit.”

“Thank you love and we closed the deal,” you say with your hands grazing over his stomach.

“I knew you would,” he sighs when a hand travels down to his thigh right past where you know he wanted you.

“So what did you do today? Besides spending my money,” you tease, kissing under his ear.

“I went for a run in Central Park, I had brunch at that restaurant you recommended and then I bought all new clothes for our trip to Greece next week including some new speedos,” he tells you.

“I can't wait to see you in them,” you laugh, ghosting your hand over his growing bulge while the other slips under his shirt.

“Y/N,” he gasps.

“What is it baby?”

“Please touch me.”

“Like this?” You ask, grabbing his bulge through his pants.

He moans and is growing impatient as you begin slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

You're kissing his neck, running your hands over his abs and up to his chest, squeezing his large pecs.

The sun is setting and the city lights are becoming brighter making the view even more stunning as Bucks moans fill your ears.

“I need you so bad,” he sighs, rubbing his ass against you.

“Anything you want baby,” you tell him, pulling the zipper down on his pants and pulling his cock out of his underwear.

You stroke him with one hand while the other returns to his chest to toy with his nipples, twisting and tugging until he is fully hard.

His eyes are screwed shut, enjoying the feeling of you touching him when suddenly you pull away from him.

“Y/N?” He huffs upset.

“One second love, I just need to grab the lube,” you chuckle, stepping over to the dresser you put all your personal belongings in.

Buck is whining and you couldn't get back to him possibly fast enough.

He pushes his pants down around his ankles as you open the bottle of lube and squeeze some onto your fingers, Buck gasping when the cold gel coats his hole.

He braces himself on the window sill, moaning loudly when one finger pushes inside first and then after a few pumps a second.

His knees start to tremble as you take your time spreading him open.

“Fuck Y/N, I need your cock,” he mumbles under his breath.

“What was that?” You whisper in his ear.

“I need your cock,” he shouts and before he knows it your fingers are being replaced and he's being stretched to the brim.

His cries out and his grip on the window sill tightens as you find a steady pace with your hips.

He tries to close his eyes again but one of your hands go to his throat, “keep your eyes open baby don't want this view to go to waste do we?”

His mouth hangs opens, ungodly noises coming out of him with your hand gently squeezing his throat.

His cock swings around, slapping his stomach and his thighs while you're thoroughly fucking him.

“Do you wanna cum Evan?” You ask him and he nods, “I need to hear you say it dear.”

“I wanna cum, please let me cum,” he begs.

“Then cum for me,” you order, choking him harder.

Buck quickly strokes himself, cumming all over the window when you hit just the right spot inside him.

You loosen your grip on his throat while he rides out his high, the city lights now shining bright in the night.

Hearing Buck moan your name pushes you over the edge as well, filling him up which makes his knees buckle.

You slow your movements, Buck leaning on the window for support as wave after wave of his orgasm hits him.

He groans when you pull out of him a few moments later, cum dripping onto the floor.

“God Y/N no one has ever fucked me like you do,” he smiles.

“I told you the night we met that I would always take care of you Evan,” you say, turning him around so you could kiss him deeply, “now how about I order us some dinner from room service, you're gonna need the energy because I'm far from done with you.”

[lagataprrr]

Blame it on the Club’s Playlist | Chapter 4 Low

S. Gojo x plus!size fem reader

Warnings: p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving), creampie, squirting, car sex, brief description of grinding, heavy makeout session, dacriphylia, let me know if I missed any

Blame it on the Club's Playlist| Series Masterlist

Credits to @super-marvel-dc for the gojo divider!!! They have more on their profile🥹

a/n: I low-key feel the beginning was slightly rush but I just wanted reader and Satoru to finally get some time togetherrrrrr. this took me like around 3 days to finish lmfaooo. but I hope you guys love itttttt. if youd like to be added to the taglist please comment below!

God you felt like a fucking asshole. You probably looked pathetic to him.

Nice job Y/N, you really know how to ruin things. Your mind continuously sneered at you.

Your currently rolled almost like a burrito in the mess of blankets on your bed, hugging a pillow to your body and feeling worse as you fell into a deeper hole of sadness. Luxio lay on the corner of your bed, his paws tucked under him as his green eyes watched the lump of blankets (you) move or twitch every few minutes. Your room was dark, curtains still drawn not helping the mood at all.

The alarm on your phone started going off, this was the third one you've snoozed. You knew you were supposed to be getting ready for class, but you just can't bring yourself to do it.

You already fucked up one thing, don't add your grades to it.

You let out a groan, uncurling yourself from the blankets and getting off the bed. You did your normal routine of showering and getting ready, opting for some black comfy sweatpants and a black hoodie to pair it with, your feet clad in warm socks and you slipped on your tan colored crocs and headed out the door. As soon as you reached your complex parking lot you're surprised to see your friends leaning against your car.

"Hi bestie, you okay?"

As soon as they see the tears well up in your face but you press the sleeve of your hoodie over them quickly they frown, one of them engulfing you in a hug. "Talk to us."

And that's how you found yourself back on the comfort of your bed, being comforted by your friends. Telling them everything that had happened on Friday, while they had ordered your favorite takeout and comfort drink. Luxio perched on the window sill watching you with your friends.

"Aww babe, I'm sorry that happened."

"But please remember that you are so beautiful." Both friends grabbing your hands, and your lip quivered. "And I don't think this will ruin how Gojo sees you."

"He probably thinks so low of me right now." You groan, covering your face with your hands.

"Babe, Gojo is into you. And I'm talking like real bad." Your friend says, her hand on your shoulder. "His friend Geto was talking to me in the line of the coffee shop, and he was telling me Gojo is obsessed with you."

You furrow your brows, looking up. "What?"

"Yeah, Gojo is pretty much head over heels for you."

"Let's not forget he literally took you out on a date?!" Your other friend exclaims.

"Friends date." You correct.

"You're so oblivious when you want to be, and it's cute."

"I have an idea." Your friend jumps up, heading straight to your closet. Skimming through your clothes as she talks. "You feel bad about ruining your night with Gojo, why don't you call him and talk to him?"

"No-"

"I think it's a good idea, plan something and invite him. It doesn't have to lead to anything, but just talk to him. I know you like him, and he likes you."

You chewed on your bottom lip. "I'll ruin it."

"You need to get out of your head babe, I promise it'll work out."

"Don't worry about the details, just worry about getting all dolled up and we'll pick you up." One of them says and your other friend nods. Both of them kissing your cheek as they leave.

♡

"So are you just gonna mope all day?" Suguru asks, tapping his pen over Satoru's head. The white haired man lets out a muffled groan against his pillow. "Come on man, just call her." Satoru's words were muffled as he spoke, and Suguru gripped his hair and lifted his head up. "Come again?"

"She hates me."

"She doesn't hate you man, just talk to her."

Satoru shakes his head, slamming his face back down on the pillow. He felt like an asshole. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable but he just didn't know what to do better.

"Why don't you invite her to Toji's party tonight?"

Satoru rolls over, laying his arm over his stomach and staring at his ceiling. "I don't want her to think I'm just inviting her to fuck or something."

"Then just say it could be another friend date."

As soon as he said this his phone chimed, Suguru picking up his phone and reading over the message a smirk on his lips. "It's for you." He passes Satoru the phone to which he grabs begrudgingly, only for him to sit up at lightning speed as he read it.

Ethereal Girl just sent 4 new messages.

Ethereal Girl:

hi!

This is Y/N's friends, we heard all about what happened and I know you like her and she likes you. So we've convinced her to go to tonights party at the frat house, and she is willing to see you there for another 'friends' date.

If you're really into her like your friend said, meet her there and be patient with her! Compliment her like you do, and I promise you're sweeping her off her feet asap.

Also we're deleting these messages from her phone so she doesn't see them, so do not respond. And be nice when you see her, we have no problem kicking your ass if you're not. :)

"Now help me finish our project so we can get you to your girl."

♡

The frat house was blasting music, people coming in and out of the building, some even stumbling from the amount of drinks they'd taken. Your friends pulled you after them into the house, immediately your greeted with the smell of alcohol, sweat and probably, weed?

"I need something to drink-"

"NO!" Both of your friends exclaim. "Tonight you will be sober and yourself. No alcohol." "Alcohol is a confidence booster." You remind and they shake their head.

"For this to work, you will be your cute and sweet self."

"Let's dance now that we're here." One of them says and pull you into the mess of people in the middle of the big living room.

Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

You laughed as your friend practically threw her ass on you, your other friend squealing as she recorded.

The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low Them baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

You forgot for just a few seconds the reason why'd you come to the party, your friends antics taking over everything in your mind. But that was just for a few seconds, because from afar your eyes zeroed in on the white bed oh hair that was leaning against the wall, nursing a drink in his hand while he talked to a girl. Your entire body visibly deflated at the view, he seemed to be laughing at something the girl had said, and she shook her head, her short hair swaying as she did and placing a hand on her hip.

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!) She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

You should have known, you knew better. Why would you ever get your hopes up? This ran through your mind, and eventually you shook your head.

This isn't the first time its happened, get over it.

You turn to your friends and send them a big smile, as you started dancing with them.

Hey, I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go This crazy all night spendin' my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go Them birthday cakes they stole the show

You absentmindedly always ended up looking over at Saotru, feeling that crippling burn on your chest from the sight of him and that girl. Even Geto had eventually joined their conversation, and you felt that twinge of envy, or was that jealousy?

Though you were snapped out of your gaze when a had landed on your waist, looking behind you to see it was a guy you've never seen before.

"Hey, why is a hot girl like you dancing all alone?" He says, his breath reeked of alcohol, the type to make your stomach churn, and his words almost sounded slurred.

"I'm not alone, I'm with my friends..." Though you trailed off, your friends were no where near ins right.

So sexual, she was flexible Professional, drinkin' X and O Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa

"I don't see them."

You shake your head and push his hands off you, turning around to face him. "Yeah, I better go look for them."

"What? No, you gotta finish your dance with me-"

"Yeah, I don't think so." A familiar voice spoke up behind you, a warm hand on your hip making you jump from the contact. Immediately recognizing the grip, as you looked at the drunk man in front of you scoff. "You're drunk, walk away, man."

The drunk man grumbled something before stumbling away.

Did I think I see shawty get low? Ain't the same when it's up that close Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow Work the pole, I got the bank roll I'ma say that I prefer them no clothes

Now that you were with Satoru, your mind went into overdrive trying to apologize for the other night. His blue eyes watching as you stumbled over your words, you were also unknowingly picking at the skin around your nails, making him grab your hands. This made you stop, looking at him.

"I'm not mad at you, pretty girl. I just don't want to scare you away."

You were trying to find the words, the right ones to tell him that you liked him. That he was driving you insane, and you wanted him so bad. You needed him again. And so you did the first thing that came to mind, you placed his hands on your hips and turned around. Pressing yourself against him, shaking your ass to the beat of the song, as you brought an arm up and pulled his head down, turning your head just in time to kiss him.

I'm into that, I love women exposed She threw it back at me, I gave her mo' Cash ain't no problem, I know where it goes She had them

Satoru was quick to respond to the kiss, his grip on your hips tight as he danced with you. Your tongues clashed and sure, you knew you were still in public, but most of the people here were drunk and paying you no mind. You pulled away for air and Satoru was quick to trail kisses down your jaw. "Satoru..."

"Hmmm?" He sucked a small bruise around your neck, making you gasp.

"I like you..."

Satoru stopped his actions, glancing at you with a grin. Placing a kiss on your lips and then turned you around so you would be facing him. HIs hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed you properly, and you fisted his shirt at this, his taste intoxicating your senses, and his touch making your skin feel alight.

This time Satoru pulls away, pecking your lips one more time. "I like you too."

You smiled, and Satoru swooned. You just looked so beautiful with your smile, and your perfect features complimenting you even more. You pulled him down so your lips lightly grazed his ears as you spoke, "I want you, Satoru."

And his pants suddenly felt so fucking tight. Your words making his tip leak in his boxers, and he was quick to grab your hand and turned you around walking you out of the stuffy party and frat house. Finding his G-wagon quickly unlocking and remote starting it form the key. He opens the back door, and you turn in his arms. Kissing him deeply and playfully biting his lower lip making him groan. "I trust you, Satoru." Was all you said as you climbed into the back seats and Satoru followed you with a boyish grin, closing the door behind him. The ac of the suv was blasting making goosebumps rise on your skin, Satorus hand landed on your shoulder as he gently pushed you back.

"I need to taste you again pretty girl, can I do that?"

"Please." You begged and fuck did that go straight to his cock. His hand on your ankle lifting it up to his lip, placing kisses as he trailed up your leg, his other hand pushing you dress up exactly where he knew you'd want it to be, revealing the black lacy panties that did nothing to hide your beautiful slick cunt. He could see some of your slick on your thighs and he's quick to lick along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, all the way until the apex making you tremble. You were slightly slumped against the door, as Satoru practically lay on the seats, between your legs, as they dangled over his shoulders. He brought both hands to grip you, his thumbs pulling you lips apart and watching as your panties slipped and between them, slick gushing around it.

"Fuck." He muttered, licking along your covered slit, savoring your juices. His hands wrapped around your underwear and lightly tugged. "Gonna take these off, okay baby?" You nod, mouth agape, as you watched. "Need to hear you say it, pretty girl." Pressing a soft kiss over your clit.

"T-Take them off, Satoru. Please," You begged, fingers carding over his white locks softly tugging in reassurance. He's quick to pull your lacy panties down your legs, throwing them on the floor, and was quick to devour you. Lips sucking on your clit making our back arch, and a loud moan slip out of your mouth. Your fingers on his hair pulling a little harder, making him moan onto your clit, the vibrations making you see stars. Satoru was eating like a starved man, hungrily, licking sucking and kissing all over your slobbering pussy. His eyes on you the whole time, enjoying the way your face contorted in pleasure, how goosebumps raised on your skin, beads of sweat on running down your neck despite the cold ac blasting in the car.

His tongue circled your entrance, before making its way inside you. His thumb now pressing circles on your clit as he tried drinking everything single drop your cunt gave him.

"Oh shit, Toru', youre gonna make me cum." You whined, Your legs threatening to close around his head, and it sounded like music to his ears, shaking his head side to side as he continued his ministrations, tongue fucking you to oblivion as he slurped your juices.

"Cum on my face baby, do it." You didn't need to be told twice, your hips twitching and back arching as you let out a scream of pleasure. Your juices rushing out of you, dripping onto the leather seats as Satoru lapped at you, trying so hard not to let anything go to waste. Your legs quivered, as your orgasm rolled over you, getting prolonged, as Satoru lightly bit your clit, making you cry out. Your sensitive bud overstimulated as he sucked on it again, a knot on your lower stomach forming much quicker than the previous one. "Taste so fucking good, pretty girl." His words right against your clit, teasingly pressing his on it, God you looked so ethereal, your brows pinched up and your lower lip quivering at the intense pleasure you were feeling. He nibbled on your clit again and made you cry out, your breath staggering as you came again on his face. Pulling on his hair so hard, Satoru was moaning into your pussy in pleasure, his hips slightly humping his seats trying to feel some form of relief from his tight pants.

Satoru placed soft kisses over your cunt, giving your clit one last kiss before pulling away. Slowly crawling up your body to kiss you, the remnants of your taste on his tongue making you suck on his tongue. The feeling of the outline of his cock through his pants slightly grazed your exposed cunt and you gasped, making press more pressure onto you.

"Fuck baby, you're driving me insane." He said into your mouth, and you let out a breathy laugh. You slowly pushed him back, and for a second Satoru thought you were going to tell him you wanted to leave as you've done before, but your pushing him tills he's sat, bringing your knees under you as you crawled between his legs. It was now him who was sat against the door, watching as your fingers traced over his pants, and unbuttoning them, eyes on him. He's quick to lift his hips and help you pull his pants down to his knees, His boxers had a large stain, from his precum and you slowly leaned down, the view of your ass up in the air as you're placing kisses over his covered cock made him see stars. Twitching in the confinement's of the material, the pressure of your lips over him making his thighs twitch. Your hands now gripped the waste band of his boxers and Satoru once gain helped you pulled them down, his cock springing up and now stood against his stomach, the mushroom head flushed an angry red, with so much precum leaking down his pretty cock. The vein that ran up his cock making you practically drool at the sight, your lips wrapping around his tip while your hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping him as you greedily tasted him. Moaning as you did so, making Satoru moan, his hand collecting your hair so it wouldn't get in the way. Your eyes met his as you took more of him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks running and moving your hand away till he hit the back of your throat making you slightly gag. Your hand now fondling his heavy balls, making Satoru's grip on your hair tight, trying to avoid fucking up into your mouth.

"Baby, fuck -ngh- taking me so fucking well." He praised his other hand caressing your cheek and you started bobbing your head. Moaning around his cock, each time gagging slightly as his tip hits your throat. Your drool ran down the sides of your mouth, and your other hand gripped his thigh, nails digging into his skin. "That's it, sucking my cock so good."

You slowly pulled off with a lewd pop, a string of saliva still on his tip. "Fuck my mouth, Toru, please."

He could cum right then and there. But no, he couldn't, not when his pretty girl just asked something of him, and he would oblige. He nods before both hands now cupped your face and lowered you on his cock, his hips lifting as he began fucking his dick into your mouth. His fast pace making his thighs burn, and his tip slamming repeatedly into the back of your throat, tears running down your face as you gagged.

"Gonna cum soon baby, want me to cum in your mouth?' You nod, gurgling around his cock as if to voice what you wanted, only for more drool to coat his cock. His abs clenched under his shirt, and his balls felt so tight, your hand still playing with them. "Gonna swallow all of it like a good girl, okay." You hum, and hollow your cheeks again, greedily sucking him and Satoru throws his head back, his hips now stuttering as his cum spurted out into your mouth, and he tried to keep his hips up, his tip lodged right at your throat as he came. You choked slightly, trying to swallow as much as you could. Some of it leaking out front he side of your lips. Satoru's entire body shivered, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, trying to catch his breath. When he looked back down at you, the sight of you looking so fucked up, mascara running down your face from your tears, his cum dribbling down your chin as you still swallowed whatever was left. His hand gently pulled you off him, cock still hard as it quickly leaned back against his stomach. His thumb swiped over his come on your chin, bringing it to your mouth as you sucked it clean.

"Fuck, come here." He immediately pulled you on him, devouring your mouth with his. Groaning at the tase of himself, greedily sucking your tongue. You whined into his mouth, now straddling his lap, your dress riding up a little higher, your exposed cunt grazing against his cock making your hips jolt. His grip on your hips tight as he slowly pulled you back and forth on his cock, the feeling of him between your lips making you moan.

"I want you to fuck me, Satoru, please." You begged, pushing your hips till his tip pressed against your clit so deliciously you cried out.

"How bad baby?" Even in the midst of his own pleasure he wants to tease you. You pull away from his lips and turn around, ass in the as your arch your back, bringing a hand between you to spread your pussy lips for him. The sight of your hole clenching around nothing, drooling your delicious juices has Satoru's mind short circuiting, the view making him want to cum right there. His quick to get on his knees, hands on your ass, massaging the globes and pulling them apart. "You look so fucking good." His hand homes down hard, the sting of the slap on your ass making you moan. Pushing yourself back onto him, urging him to fuck you. His hands rummaged through the pockets of his discarded pants, looking for a condom till your hand reached out to wrap around his wrist.

"Wanna feel you, Toru, please I want you to fuck me. I need you."

Dropping his pants and forgetting the condom, he grabbed his cock, slowly moving it up and down your cunt until finally pushing in, the feeling of him making you moan. Your walls clenching around him so tight, he swore he'd never be able to get out. Once he was in completely he let out a filthy moan, sweat running down his face, and the grip of his hands on your hips bruising. You clenched and unclenched around him repeatedly, the feeling of his tip nestled against your cervix making you cry out, laying your head on the rich leather of his seats. Satoru was trying so hard not to cum, focusing on regulating his breathing until you pulled your hips forward and pushed them back. Fucking yourself on him, moans spilling out of your mouth.

"Oh fuck" Satoru matched your movements, skin slapping against skin, the wet plap of your juices sticking to his skin sounding like heaven on his ears. His eyes watching as his cock split you open, creaming around his base, and webs of your cum continuously spreading over his thighs and your pussy. "Fucking love this pussy." He moans, hips pistoning into you as you still kept pushing your hips back. "Keep fucking yourself on me, baby."

"Satoru, f-feels so so good." You cried, hands clenched into fists next to your, the skin of your ass rippling with each thrust, your tits threatening to spill out of your dress.

"Such a good girl letting me fuck you raw." He praised, the feeling of his balls slapping against your clit making him clench his stomach. "Missed this pussy, pretty girl. Missed you so much."

"Missed you too, Toru." Tears ran down your face, your breathing ragged, his cock spearing into you at such a delicious pace. You felt so full, each thrust felt like he was in your stomach, and fuck did it feel so good.

"You're not gonna run away again, right baby?"

"N-No." You moan, wailing at the intense pleasure your impending orgasm that was so close.

"Say you're sorry baby, wanna hear you, and then you can cum." Satoru slowed his pace, making you cry.

"I'm sorry, Toru, I'm sorry." You lifted your head a little to look back at him, still pushing your ass back on his cock. "I want you Toru, please please fuck me. Make me cum, please baby."

Satoru's pace turned brutal, the slam of his tip in that spongy spot inside you making black dots appear in your vision, letting one of his hands go under you for his fingers to press circles to your clit making you scream. Hips stuttering, and stomach clenching as you came, juices spraying out, covering his thighs and his seats.

"Oh fuck, fuck, c-cumming I'm cumming." You cried, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Your entire body trembling as your pussy contracted around him making him groan,

"Squirting on me like a good girl." He continued to stimulate your clit, the overstimulation making you bring a hand back to try and slow him down, pressing onto his hard stomach. His other hand let go of your hip as he gripped your wrist, still fucking mean thrusts into you as his fingers pressed on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Fuck. Toru, please so s-sensitive." You cry, your body jolting forward with his hard thrusts.

"You can cum again, baby, come on." He encouraged, Satoru was on the verge of his orgasm himself, but he just wanted you to cum again. He needed it. You whine, your body shaking as your pussy contacted like a vice around him, another stream of your orgasm spraying out.

Your throat felt so raw from the scream you let out, Satoru groaning as he let go of your arm to grip your hips, his cock painting you white inside. The warmth feeling of his cum making you gasp, some of it dripping around him and onto the seats. Satoru kept fucking his cum into you, his cock yet to stop cumming all on its own. "You're not gonna waste any of my cum, right baby?" You nodded, goosebumps all over your skin as he kept his hips flushed against your ass. His cock softening, as he finally stopped cumming. The both of you trying to catch your breath. Satoru carefully pulled out of you, eyes watching as his cum tried to ooze out of your pussy, before his stuffing it back inside with his fingers making you cry out.

"Toru." You whine, clearly overstimulated. He chuckles and places a kiss on your ass check and pulling out his fingers. Sitting back down as he watched you awkwardly try to cup your hands between your legs, "It's leaking over your seats."

Satoru smiles, giving you a kiss as he pulls you to lean against his chest. "It's okay, I'll get it detailed tomorrow. Just relax." You nodded and leaned your head back on his chest, your mind still buzzing from your orgasms and legs still shaking. You could feel the wet pool of his cum dribbling out of you and onto the seats under you but the warmth of him against you made your eyes almost droopy. "I meant what I said."

"Hm?"

"I like you, a lot." You felt giddy, almost like a school girl with heat creeping up your neck and cheeks.

"Me too."

Satoru leans down to press a kiss on your cheek as you smile. "So... how about a real date?"

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[arachnoia]

SOL HEAR ME OUT.

READER READING SOME TYPE OF SMUT OR LIKE FIFTY SHADES OF GREY SHIT AND MIGUEL FINDS OUT AND SEES... 😳😳

oh my, anon

i’ve also never read that series but like that’s such a good ask.

tags- nsfw/ some parts gon sound off but that’s a part of the story, jealous miguel??

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You bit your lip and kept a steady focus on your tablet, processing each and every detail of the page you were reading. You pressed your legs together as you sat on the window sill of your shared apartment with your boyfriend.

You were reading a web series recommendation from Jessica Drew, who noticed you needed to read something exciting. According to her, you looked “in need of something spicy” or whatever that meant.

Exciting was a very interesting word to describe exactly what you were reading.

I moaned as I felt his throbbing tip tease my swollen clit from my panties.

“Take it off,” he said, his beautiful green eyes piercing through me, sending me even more over the edge as he kissed my neck.

“My god…”

You had gotten invested, reading each chapter precisely to take everything in. It was a good series with a very interesting plot line.

“Ya llegue, amor.”

“Uh huh…Hi, love.”

You most have been reading immensely to not notice your boyfriend open the door. More so when Miguel walks up to you and snatches your tablet, your eyes widening in fear. As much as you tell your boyfriend everything, this new interest should be kept secret.

A secret that’s about to be found out.

“What’s this?”

“Give it back, Miguel!”

You tried to grab it from him until his arms started blocking you and he raised it up with his right arm, “What is it?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and slinged some web to get it back, “Told you to give it back, O’Hara.”

He widened his eyes at what you said, “O’Hara?”

You turned around whilst gripping the tablet hard so he wouldn’t think to use his webs too. His face hardened and his lips were slightly pouted, fueling your want to tease him, “What about it, Miguelito? Why the face?”

His expression turned into one of annoyance as he shot at your tablet, “Porqué no te callas, Y/L/N. Let me see what you’re-”

He glanced at the bright screen and stopped to see what it read, which was showcasing a descriptive smut scene in all its glory.

“Take it off, he said, his beautiful green eyes piercing through me, sending me even more over the edge as he kissed my- Baby, I didn’t know you were into that…” He looked over at you with a dark smirk, everything he said dripping with sarcasm.

He walked over, making you bump into the kitchen counter. He snaked his right arm around your waist as he lifted your chin up to look at him with his left, “Is that what you want, baby?”

You gazed up at him, standing tall at his literal 6’9 height. You just stared at his lips, how full they looks and his fangs brushing on them as he spoke. The way he spoke too just sends you over the edge, having your heart beating faster.

“Me estas escuchando?”

You just nodded in a daze and smiled stupidly, “Of course, baby. I love listening-”

“Cállate”

It took you in such a state of shock as Miguel kissed you ever so passionately, his hands roaming your body as your legs became intertwined at his waist while you sat at the counter for balance.

“So querida, I hope you listen when I tell you to strip. Right now.”

You looked away and bit your lip, taking off your top and throwing it away from your already aroused figure. It wasn’t much but Miguel already looked like he wanted to devour you. The way he looked at you, his crimson red eyes piercing through you made you want to come already. He helped you by taking off your pants, only leaving you in your light blue panties.

"Chinga..." He muttered and smiled as he rubbed on your clit, earring a few breathless moans from you.

He turned off his suit and stroked his erected dick, already showing a milky ring of precum around his swollen tip.

“Vas a ver…I’m better than whatever book you’re reading. Or should I not procede?” He didn’t even have to ask as you nodded vigorously, having a need for him to fuck you stupid.

You gasped a bit as you felt his tip entering, “Fuck…Miguel.”

You felt your eyes roll as he started to insert his entire length in you, making you grip at the marble counter as it stretched you out. You felt your mouth go slightly agape as he thrusted with such force that it left you speechless.

“I’m gonna show you..Fuck!..right now…that whatever you’re reading…”

He leaned in closer to your face, “Is nothing compared to to how I can make you feel…”

He started caressing it gently in contrast to his rough thrusts.

Same thrusts that made it hard to actually say anything but look at him and his smug face as he knows only he could make you like this.

[atlasscrumpit]

what about platonic yandere miguel using his connections in spider society to either a) always have someone keep an eye on his darling or b) set up a specific babysitting team for his darling. with the events in atsv i can also see him using every available spider to chase after his escaped darling like with miles

You sat on the window sill looking out onto the city while you thought.

You wanted nothing more than to run out into the city and feel freedom, but you knew someone was watching.

You weren't sure who or where but there was always someone watching.

You decided for now you just wanted to rest, take a nap and ignore the world and your situation for a while.

—

You woke up to the sound of the door opening, you groaned and stumbled out of your bedroom to see Miguel coming home.

“There’s my sweet girl.” He said as he smiled and came over to you to kiss your forehead.

“Why don’t you make us some dinner, hmm?” He said as you glared at him.

“Or you could starve if you’d like.” He said making you roll your eyes and walk away into the kitchen.

While you prepared dinner for the both of you, you came up with a plan in your mind.

Miguel never had anyone watching you when he was home, maybe if you could slip something into his dinner that knocked him out you would have enough time to escape.

You went into the bathroom and grabbed out your sleeping tablets that Miguel would give you if you wouldn’t go to sleep.

You snuck back to the kitchen and made two saucepans of soup, one with four sleeping pills crushed into it and one without.

Once you were done you plated them up and set the table and waited for Miguel to sit down.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He said as he sat down and began to eat, you kept quiet and did the same.

The pills would take about an hour to fully kick in.

You had finished dinner and you washed up while Miguel was watching tv, once you were done you poked your head around to see him out cold on the couch.

You act quickly and ran to your room to get into better clothes and shoes to run in.

Once you were happy with what you were wearing you stole some cash from Miguel’s wallet and broke the locks on the door.

Soon you were running as fast as you could down the cold streets, you only had about an hour before the sleeping pills wore off.

Miguel was enhanced and his body would rid itself of any kind of drug.

You just needed to get as far away as you could and hide somewhere safe.

After running for a while you stopped and rested a bit, trying to catch your breath.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice shout as your eyes widened and your heart dropped.

You looked down the road to see Miguel with at least forty spider people behind him. He had woken up a lot faster than you thought and you knew you didn’t stand a chance against these enhanced individuals, but you weren’t going to give up that easy.

You quickly ran the opposite way and into an abandoned building site, at least there were better places to hide.

“You can’t escape me, Y/N!” Miguel screamed as you began to run up the stairs, you could hear the commotion behind you as you ran.

With all of the people the building began to collapse around you, you continued to run until you were on the roof. You backed up to the edge and you were surrounded, Miguel walked out from the middle and looked at you.

“That was very bold, drugging me.” He growled as you felt tears in your eyes.

“I hate you! I hate you so much! I want to go home!” You screamed as you began to sob.

“I am the only home you need!” He shouted making you flinch in fear.

You stared at him and quickly jumped backwards off the building. You knew you wouldn’t die, with all the spider people around it was impossible.

Some of them were about to rush to your rescue before Miguel stopped them.

“Let her fall.” He growled as you hit the ground with force.

You could feel your head had spilt open and your body broken in various places, you tried to breath but nothing happened. Maybe it was finally happening, maybe finally you could die and escape him.

You smiled softly as your eyes slowly closed.

—

You woke up with a gasp, feeling no pain in your body. You panted and looked to see you were in your bed.

“What happened… I died.” You whispered before your door opened and you saw Miguel. He was carrying a tray with breakfast on it.

“Morning, sweetheart. Everything okay?” He said as he placed the tray over your lap and ran his hand through your hair.

“I died… you were chasing me and I jumped off a building.” You whispered as he looked at you in concern and sat on the bed.

“Hey, it’s okay. Did you have a nightmare?” He asked resting his hand on your shoulder.

“It was real!” You shouted as he placed his hand on your cheek.

“Shh, it’s okay, love. Look, you’re completely fine, I think you had a bad dream, darling girl. It sounds pretty scary.” He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

Miguel leaned forward and kissed your cheek.

“Shh, it’s okay, babydoll. It’s not real, I’m right here, okay? I’d never let anything happen to you.” He said as you nodded a little.

“Y-You’re right, it must’ve just been a dream.”

[wrldabomination]

Rain or Shine

Jake x y/n

A/N: JAKE IN THE RAIN. ( no other words needed )

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ( sir kink, oral m! Receiving, penetration ( unprotected ) *sorry if I missed any*

The weather didn’t exactly agree with yours and Jake’s plans for the day considering you can’t really have a picnic in the pouring rain. You look out the window a little upset that your plans were thrown off by this weather that wasn’t even on the radar, but considering it’s Tennessee you can’t really be that mad. Jake walks down the stairs and walks over too you hugging you from behind “ what’s wrong y/n” he asks in a soft tone “ the rain. I really wanted to have that picnic that’s all” you say still staring out the window. “ well I think I have a better idea love” he states spinning you around to face him his hands on the window sill behind you pushing you against the window your faces close. “ and what might that be Jakey.” You say tracing his chin with your finger right before placing a kiss on his soft lips. “ well it’s not thundering and I haven’t seen a. Sign of lightning.” He says stepping away from you and towards the door “ let’s go dance in the rain y/n” he opens the door with a smile on his face. You slowly walk towards the door hugging him with a smile on your face “ just like our first date!” You say “ just like our first date.” He said back dragging you outside with him “ but there’s no music” you say giggling “ did we have music that night?” He asks “ well… no” you respond “ exactly just dance with me y/n” he pleads “ fineeee!!” You say playfully. You two walk to the middle of your driveway already drenched by the time you reach your destination. Jake puts his hands around your waist and yours around his neck slowly swaying side to side. “ you know y/n I love you so much” he said smiling ear to ear “ I love you more Jakey” you say laying your head on his chest

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You finally convince Jake to go back inside after you start shivering in his arms. “ now wasn’t that fun my love?” He asks wrapping a towel around you “everything is fun when I’m with you Jakey” you say kissing him. You pull away from the kiss to look at him but he pulls you right back into it a little more passionate this time dropping his towel on the ground slowly walking you towards the wall. Not breaking the kiss. once your back hits the wall he slowly traces his hands down your hips to your thighs to behind your knees picking you up pushing you against the wall. Deepening the kiss as he does so. Your hands tangled in his hair he starts to kiss down your jaw line to your neck leaving. A trail of little red marks. Your hands travel down his wet button up undoing the buttons.He comes back up to your ear and whispers “bedroom or shower?” You smirk at the sound of his voice lowering into a growl “ shower” you get out in an almost moan. “ yes ma’am” he said taking you to the bathroom upstairs. As soon as you step into the shower he has your lips back on his leaning you agaisnt the wall as he kisses you his hands start to travel down your body finding your ass gripping forcing you to moan into his mouth. You can fill him smile through the kiss as he pushing into you a little more you can feel him hardening beneath you. You break the kiss. Running your hands down his torso as you slowly drop to your knees. You grip his member in your hand and begin to pump him..his head falling backwards as moans escape his lips making your mouth water for him even more. You put just his tip into your mouth tracing circles around it as he starts to grip your hair slowly pushing himself into your mouth inch by inch taking him completely. You start to bob your head slowly at first making him groan at your pace. Gripping your hair tighter and fucking Into your mouth faster. He has both hands tangled in your hair fucking your throat his thrust getting sloppy his moans become more breathy as he releases his load into your mouth. You sit there for a second with your tongue out so he can see you swallow. “ fuckkkk y/n your so fucking hot “ he said smiling at you his fingers lifting your chin to need his gaze “ now stand up for me and turn around” he instructs with a firm voice “ yes sir” you say getting up you know that one small word will make so much difference within the next few minutes. Your now standing facing the wall as you were told he snakes a hand around up to your throat slightly gripping it pulling you closer to him you can feel his dick hardening again he whispers into your ear in a lustful tone “ bend over for me sweet girl” you do as your told now bending over hands placed on the wall Jake. Steps forward pumping himself before he runs his tip through your folds before lining himself up with your entrance slowly pushing into you. You feel as every inch of his member fills you perfectly forcing you to moan. he starts to slowly thrust into you hitting all the right spots. So quickly. “ f-faster please Jake” you say in a moan “ I’m sorry sweet girl what did you say I didn’t quite catch that “ he says searching for a specific word “f-faster please sir “ you say correcting your mistake “Anything for you my sweet girl ” he said speeding up his motions hitting your spots faster you can feel your. Orgasm begin to build. “ god you feel so fucking good y/n” he says fucking into you faster your orgasm approaching extremely quick “ jake I’m gonna - I’m go-“ “ I know baby cum for me all over my dick baby cum “ he says cutting you off sending you head first into your climax. Your walls clinching around him causing him to twitch inside of you. Knowing he’s close he fucking into you faster. His hips begin to falter as he releases his second load inside of you filling you up. Your knees. Begin to Buckle snd he catches you. “ you okay love?” He says in a giggle “ yea I’m fine my legs are just a little weak give me a minute “ you respond as you sit in the shower floor.

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Freshly showered you climb into bed and cuddle up under the covers waiting on Jake. He comes into the room water bottles and pretzels in hand. “ now let’s have that picnic love “ he says climbing into bed.

[royalreadingroom]

• Mother •

A/N: Here’s my first fic. This one will be about Aeron not a HUGE character but I wish he and Davos/Benjicot got more screen time so here’s me trying to rectify the situation. This one will be short (compared to others anyway) sort of a trial run. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of child death.

Summary: (Y/N) Bracken, second daughter and youngest child of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower had married Aeron Bracken and had a son. After the news of her nephew, Jaehaerys’, murder (Y/N) becomes unable to let her own son out of arms reach.

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(Y/N) was the youngest child and second daughter of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. Being the youngest and a female, ascending the throne was never something (Y/N) had any interest in, or even thought attainable for herself she was so far down the line anyway. So when she fell in love with Aeron Bracken, who was a Lord and knight but not a prince, Viserys and Alicent allowed the marriage since they too never saw (Y/N) on the throne. It wouldn’t really matter if she married below her own stature.

(Y/N) would much rather marry the man she loves than marry someone she didn’t just on the possibility that she MAY inherit the throne one day and that was a strong MAY. She wanted to plan her life around what she wanted and what was practical for her. And that’s what she did. She and Aeron had been married 4 years now and (Y/N) enjoyed the Riverlands and living in Stone Hedge. The strife between House Bracken and House Blackwood was something she was aware of but didn’t let it control her every thought like the rest of her family by marriage did.

So she spent her days being with her son, Aeren, whom had just turned 4 (she and Aeron wasted no time trying to produce an heir) From the time Aeren was first placed in (Y/N) arms she was completely in love with him. She never even let the wet nurses feed him cause he was her baby and she’d be damned if another woman would breastfeed HER child. To say she was a fiercely loving mother would be an understatement.

Helaena was (Y/N) older sister. Though Helaena was teased growing up (by their own brother) for her introverted, dismissive ways and her odd fascination with insects, (Y/N) loved her sister no less and looked up to her and protected her when need be. Helaena and (Y/N) had always been close and even when (Y/N) married and moved to the Riverlands, Helaena and (Y/N) were never not sending ravens back and forth and when (Y/N) heard of the birth of her sisters twins her heart swelled with joy and excitement for her sister and she longed to go meet her niece and nephew but with such unrest between the Blacks and the Greens, Aeron felt better having his lady safe in Stone Hedge. Especially now that she was freshly pregnant with their second child.

Aeron hoped that (Y/N) family would just forget her and leave her to live out her days in Stone Hedge away from the war over the iron throne. Sure, the Blackwoods and the Brackens had issues but not a monarchy level dispute. As horrible as he felt thinking that he thought it no less. (Y/N) was safer there, with the Blackwoods than in Kings Landing.

It was early in the morning, and Aeron sat at his desk in his study when a raven landed on the window sill with a scroll tied to his foot. Aeron grabbed the scroll and the raven flew away, he looked down at the wax mark and saw the Greens sigil. Aeron knew it was most likely for (Y/N) but she was still sound asleep and something in his gut was telling him to read it first so he unrolled it and started to read. His face dropped and his stomach dropped even lower, but before he could even fully process what he’d just read on his own the door to his study creaked open and (Y/N) walked in. Clearly having just gotten out of bed she smiled a tired smile and wrapped her arms around Aerons waist from behind. “Good morning husband” (Y/N) said and kissed his shoulder, Aeron was still in shock by what he’d just read and now seeing his beautiful wife in such a good mood he hated to have to give her this news.

(Y/N) noticed how quiet and stiff Aeron was and she looked up at him and saw him just looking at the floor with tears welling up in his eyes.

“Aeron? My sun what’s the matter?” (Y/N) asked with concern in her features as she grabbed Aeron’s face in her hands and made him look at her.

Aeron just shook his head, his mouth slightly agape, “Aeron? What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked more insistently now. Aeron looked down at the scroll in his hands and (Y/N) looked down at it to and saw her family’s sigil and her heart sunk. Was it Helaena? Her mother? (Y/N) snatched the scroll and Aeron came back to his senses.

“(Y/N), light of my life, please don’t-“ Aeron tried to get the scroll back from his wife but she’d already walked to the other side of the room with it. Aeron stood back while (Y/N) read the scroll, though her back was to him he saw her hands start to shake and her shoulders tremble and he felt his heart crack. “(Y/N)?” Aeron said and as soon as he said her name she screamed a blood curdling wail and fell to her knees. Aeron flew to her side and got on his knees behind her wrapping his arms around his wife as she cried and cried. With every grievous scream that ripped from her throat his heart fractured more, cursing himself for not hiding the note sooner to hopefully deliver this awful news to his wife a little more softly. But who was he kidding, there was no amount of sugar that could make this go down easier.

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(Y/N) spent the rest of her day in her and Aerons chambers staring out the window tearfully. (Y/N) was sad about her nephew Jaehaerys, but she had never met him in person, her grief was more for her dear sister whom she loved so. The biggest thing other than DNA she and Helaena had in common was being mothers. (Y/N) knew her life’s purpose was to be a mother from the second she held her boy and to know what her sister had just endured, (Y/N) couldn’t imagine it. Her dear sweet Helaena, and poor little Jaehaerys, he was but an innocent child, a baby, only about 6 months older than Aeren.

That night as (Y/N) laid in bed trying to go to sleep but not succeeding thus far, too haunted by thoughts of her sister and nephew. She finally gave up and sat up in bed, no light but that of the fireplace. Aeron hadn’t come to bed and usually didn’t till late due to his many duties. (Y/N) threw the covers off of her and wrapped herself in her robe and headed out of her chambers and into the halls and made her way to Aerens room. She gently opened his door and there her baby boy was sleeping safely and peacefully in his bed. She smiled as she stared at him. Her beautiful creation, he had Aerons hair and nose but her eyes. He was, in her mind, living, breathing perfection.

As she admired Aeren her mind again transported her back to Kings Landing where her sister was right now, short one babe. And immediately (Y/N) felt sick again. She took a deep breath and she felt more tears coming which she tried to swallow down she’d look like she’d gotten stung in the eyes by a million bees come morning if she didn’t stop crying soon. (Y/N) took another deep breath then looked back at Aeren who still slept peacefully. She walked over to him and gently pulled his covers off him and lifted his sleeping body into her arms and he stayed knocked out. She held him close to her and leaned down to pick up his teddy bear and his little baby blanket he still had a tantrum over if it was taken from him and headed out of his room back down the halls to her and Aerons room. She shut the door and went over to the sofa that sat in front of the fireplace.

She laid across the sofa and stretched her legs out and laid Aeren across herself, his little head resting on her chest and his tiny hands gripping her robe and his arm squeezing his teddy. She laid his blanket across him and squeezed him tight against her. Now, she felt better. Her two babies right there with her, safe and sound.

About 10 minutes went by when Aeron burst through their chamber doors “(Y/N) Aeren wasn’t in his-“ Aeron was quickly shushed by (Y/N), who to his delight had his son safely in her arms. He too was made more paranoid by the whole Jaehaerys ordeal. Aeron took a deep shaky breath and softly closed the door behind him and went over to (Y/N). “I went to kiss him goodnight and he wasn’t in his bed” Aeron explained the reason for his terror just a moment ago. (Y/N) just stared at Aeron and then looked back at the fire “well he was here” (Y/N) replied. Aeron nodded in relief.

“Here I’ll take him back to bed-“ Aeron said as he started to reach for his son but if looks could kill a man then the look (Y/N) gave him surely would’ve made him fall backwards, dead as a doornail. Aeron gulped and put his hands up in surrender, “he’s fine here” (Y/N) said lowly. Aeron nodded and sat on the sofa with (Y/N) lifting her feet into his lap to rub them. (Y/N) took a deep breath to compose herself. “How was your day?” (Y/N) asked and Aeron continued to stare into the fire. “Busy…” Aeron replied “I was rather distracted all day” Aeron added and (Y/N) nodded and chuckled humorlessly “me also”.

“Could you not sleep?” Aeron asked “of course I couldn’t” (Y/N) replied. (Y/N) inwardly scolded herself for snapping at Aeron twice already.

“I’m sorry” (Y/N) apologized

“For what?” Aeron asked

“For being so short with you, you haven’t done anything I’m just-“

“I know.” Aeron said

(Y/N) sighed “are you okay?” (Y/N) asked and Aeron looked at her “I should be asking that of you” Aeron said. (Y/N) looked back at the fire, “I don’t know how I feel” (Y/N) answered. “I feel devastated, confused.… scared”.

Aeron looked up “scared?” He asked. “Yes, scared.” (Y/N) confirmed “why are you scared?” Aeron asked and (Y/N) looked at him as if he’d grown a second head “why wouldn’t I be scared? Just now baby boys are being beheaded like traitors” (Y/N) said. “What does that have to do with Aeren?” Aeron asked “what did it have to do with Jaehaerys?” (Y/N) snapped. Aeron sighed “they’d have no reason to come after Aeren” Aeron reasoned “they had to reason to go after Jaehaerys! My brother killed Luke not my nephew” (Y/N) hissed trying to convey her full annoyance at her husband but not wake their son. Aeron knew his wife was simply scared so he needed to reassure her he’d die a thousand deaths before he’d let any harm come to a hair on her or their sons head.

Aeron got down on his knees by the couch next to (Y/N) and looked her deep in the eyes and he could see new tears brimming her lids. He put a hand on top of his wife’s hand that was resting on their son’s golden brown hair. “When I married you I swore to protect you by my own life and I will, I meant it when I said that, you and Aeren are the air I breathe” Aeron said his voice quivering at the last part. “And our new baby will grow up with Aeren and they’ll give us grand children and great grandchildren and great great grandchildren and on and on till there’s so many Brackens the Blackwoods will fall on their own swords” (Y/N) chuckled with real humor as tears continued to fall down her face.

Aeron reached up and wiped the tears from (Y/N) face and she smiled at him. Aeren stirred a little in his sleep and squeezed his bear closer to him and continued dreaming. (Y/N) took a deep breath and wiped her face with her hand then set it back down on her son’s head and kissed his soft hair, running her fingers across his face tenderly. “I can’t believe we created something so perfect” (Y/N) whispered “I can” Aeron replied and (Y/N) smiled as she continued to stare at her sleeping son. The picture of innocence. More tears brimmed her eyes.

Aeron looked at her concerned and she looked at him, “my sweet sister” (Y/N) whimpered and Aerons face glazed over with sadness “how could they do this to her? How could anyone take a mothers baby from her?” (Y/N) cried. Aeron felt a tear roll down his cheek as he shook his head, for that question he had no answer. It truly was pure evil. (Y/N) took in a shaky breath and pulled Aeren closer and Aeron leaned in too and kissed (Y/N) forehead then laid his head on their sons back and (Y/N) smiled and laid her other hand on Aerons back and scratched her nails comfortingly up and down. Right here, right now, in this moment (Y/N) had everything she needed. Her babies and her husband all safe and within perfect reach. Her world.

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A/N: that’s that! Hope ya’ll enjoyed this gonna let this fic stew awhile see how it does before I write another. Thanks!

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So, when I hold her close I might loosen my grip, but I won't ever let her go

Warnings: very loosely implied cannibalism, fluff, no use of Y/N

WC: 481

Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever)

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The Wasteland was beautiful in a way, she thought. The vast emptiness that unfolded in front of her from her perch in an abandoned highrise was what she imagined the pre-war ocean to look like; waves of yellow and orange, reflecting the setting sun. 

“Eat.” The rasp of her companion pulled her gaze from the haze of night quickly settling over them. She looked upon the embers of the now extinguished fire where her dinner sat, warming. She did not know where the cut of meat had come from, nor did she care to find out. But the rumble of her stomach was all the motivation she needed to reach out and carefully lift the charred slab from where it rested upon an ancient pan.

The crunch of dirt under his boots was all the warning she received before the sun-worn ghoul took a seat on the bench beside her. A groan passed his lips like a puff of air as he finally laid down his heavy load. “We’ll get to Philly tomorrow, what’s left of it anyway. Stop for supplies.” 

She hummed in agreement as she leaned back against the window sill. “I’m almost outta vials.” It was an almost defeated answer to a question she hadn’t asked. She knew he had been reckless with the last job, pushing himself too far, stretching his stash too thin. But long gone were the days where she would scream at him for being so stupid as he ignored her almost constant warnings. Now she only wiped her right hand off on her dusty pants and fished three small vials from a pocket on her plump thigh.

Without a word, she handed them to him and took another bite of her meal. The leather of his gloves gently caressed her palm as he took the last dregs of humanity he had left. “You always carry these ‘round?”

His voice was far softer than she was used to, sand against sand rather than the grind of stones. She finally looked over at him, just catching the flash of long-dead emotion in his deep brown eyes. “It’s what us cowpoke do, stay prepared.” She winked at him with a small but no-less genuine smile, expecting a snide comment from the old ghoul.

Instead, he took her free hand into his own, their fingers intertwining. She could feel the places where they had been broken and cut, the roughness of his skin that came with the curse of his very existence. His grip on her tightened as he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came.

She simply nodded and turned back to watch as the last ember flickered out as his eyes remained upon her, some long dormant ache in his chest rearing up once more.

And as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, in the darkness, he could smile back at her.

[Verse 1] Let's drive for no reason, let's see where these wheels land Let's grind down the curve of this earth You look fine in the evening and, honey, it's starting to storm When we kissed in the car in the school parking lot Where I'd go with my friends to get drunk Used to wish I meant anything to anywhere, to anyone [Pre-Chorus] When forever was a sentence, sentence to death Oh, when you wеre a running tear, I was a drop of sweat And thе edges of your soul, I haven't seen yet Now I'm glad I get forever to see where you end [Chorus] I won't be alone for the rest of my life I'll build a boat for when the river gets high And I'll meet a girl in the heat of July And I'll tell her so she knows That I'm broke, but I'm real rich in my head That I broke a bone that never healed in my hand So, when I hold her close I might loosen my grip, but I won't ever let her go I won't ever let her go Woo [Verse 2] Remember when we called the cops 'Cause I got too high, and you got scared And the cops just laughed? We can't make rent, so we window-shop In the Upper West Side , oh, my God Could you imagine that? [Chorus] I won't be alone for the rest of my life I'll build a boat for when the river gets high And I'll meet a girl in the heat of July And I'll tell her so she knows That I'm broke, but I'm real rich in my head That I broke a bone that never healed in my hand So, when I hold her close I might loosen my grip, but I won't ever let her go I won't ever let her go [Outro] When forever was a sentence, sentence to death Oh, when you were a running tear, I was a drop of sweat And the edges of your soul, I haven't seen yet Now I'm glad I get forever to see where you end To see where you end

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