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𑑛 “GOLDEN HOUR” ﾉ SUNDAY. HONKAI STAR RAIL

afab gn reader ﾉ words 1.2k ᯽ reader is sunday’s personal assistant. secret affair. boss and employee relationship. slow sex after waking up. pulling out. cum swallowing. surprisingly domestic making out. happy sunday :3 ᯽ ADULT CONTENT ﾉ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ᯽

“Please, don’t get up yet. We still have some time… I can always explain if you’re late,” he murmurs into your hair, scooping your body closer.

The only reply he hears is just a soft sigh as you let yourself be convinced.

The sheets are messy, crumpled, and you already think how long it will take you to change them because of this delay. As if sensing your mind being preoccupied with something else, Sunday starts smooching you all across your head, getting closer to your face, the feathery touch tickling you here and there slightly until you giggle into his lips and reciprocate the direct kiss.

There are no mornings or evenings in Penacony.

Always an hour set by the clock, and everyone just lives around it. It’s dark behind the curtains of the guest bedroom in his office, but, in all honesty, it’s constantly dark in here, if not counting the dazzling and sparkling, shimmering spectacle of lights of the neons, billboards, lamps and other attractions the Golden Hour can offer.

There’s only one rule here — live to the fullest.

For once, the prim and proper young man tries to apply it to his own routine, risking not arriving according to the schedule to his upcoming meeting just to feel your body close to his own once more.

“I promise I’ll be quick. Well, am I even wrong if I said you’re not against such a welcome after opening our eyes, hm?”

“Hush, now… You always surprise me.”

“How so?”

“Calm and benevolent leader of the Family suddenly acting a little bratty, a spoiled boy who needs his hugs before work.”

He runs his hand across your shoulder, leaving goosebumps where he touches. Then his fingers glide downwards along your side and waist until he cups your thigh and pulls your leg over himself before you can even react.

“Don’t say that.” His voice is buttery soft, a tingle of laugh reverberating at the ending note meaning he liked the joke. “You’re the only one who can see me in such a state. You’re the only one I allow in my bed… and to make scandalous claims about one of the most important figures in Penacony.”

He shifts slowly with the smile — a genuine one — disappearing from the corner of his mouth a moment before he rubs his cock between your folds. The intent is obvious — to have you wrap yourself around him with every limb like ivy.

Resting foreheads against each other, dishevelled hair tangled together and, almost moaning out loud from your intoxicating heat and wetness, he places the tip inside.

“Ah…” you hum sweetly and your whole frame trembles at this movement that was meant as a casual gesture and gets turned into a pleasurable foreplay so easily.

It’s difficult not to rush. He holds onto control tightly, keeps himself contained and careful so much that sometimes it makes you want to see him break out of these walls, come undone completely with passion. This time is no different. It seems as if you could barely hear his heartbeat quickening up against your ear while you press your lips against each other, swallowing little sounds. But he slides into you with caution nonetheless, enjoying every inch of you wrapping around his length.

Slowly, carefully, steadily, he’s making love to you for minutes now. Soft cries die out between ruffled bedsheets along with the quiet, slick noises of his cock dragging through your walls and pulling back in, covered with your juices. The leisurely pace is just perfect for you today — there’s no need for excitement nor to have a shattering orgasm.

Everything is so warm, cosy and satisfying…

And then Sunday picks up the tempo abruptly.

The feeling is so sudden; it catches you off-guard. Your inner walls are hugging him tightly in response to the new, rougher approach, but he doesn’t give up. Now it’s the tip hitting that sensitive spot inside, which sends waves of pleasure all over your body and you have to moan out loud to release the tension.

“I… ha-aah! I thought you decided to take it s-slow!” You pant in surprise and protest. It only makes him chuckle at first as he watches your flustered expression with interest and adjusts your hips slightly to reach even deeper.

“Forgive me this time, will you, dove?”

“Mhm, I should’ve not teased you, then…”

“Exactly— ngh!”

The friction is too much to handle. What he sees is you — a quivering mess — panting faster with your eyes closed shut to deal with it, borders perfection. Your chest heaves shakily against his own one with every huff. But he wouldn’t dare stop again when you’re reacting so intensely, not unless you tell him so.

Untangling your arms from himself before he manages to pull himself up just so he can comfortably reach between your bodies and put his hand on your clit, just above the delicate flesh that now parts with each of his thrusts. You squeal from this stimulation at once and squirm under him, trying to hold on to his forearms.

The tender bud swells even more under his fingertips and Sunday smiles watching your body jerking suddenly and reflexively with every move he makes. He knows exactly how you like to be touched, never turning away his gaze from your reactions.

You’re moaning out loud as if you had no worries about being heard and he wonders if maybe he could make you scream out his name someday — but maybe not yet, not when you two shouldn’t even be in one bed.

Brows furrowing with an upcoming climax, he gives some extra attention to your clit for a while until, at last, there’s no way back for you. His wings flutter, hearing you singing cries of relief and pleasure. You shudder through your entire silhouette; your hole grips on him from the inside and releases him with sodden warmth. Hissing at this, he’s barely able to pull out in time and clumsily crawls up on top of you while fisting his cock above your face.

Ignoring the heatwave rushing down your every nerve, you open your mouth and let him smack the tip over your tongue a few more times before spurts of cum fall right on it. High on the ecstasy of the recent orgasm, your mind goes blank, you let your lover milk the last drops out into your throat whilst you continue to suckle on the very end of his slit.

As you’re coming to your senses and the bliss of afterglow subsides, Sunday begins cleaning you and his own cock up, planting a gentle kiss on your temple with a heavy breath before sitting upright on the bed.

“Would you consider not wearing me down first thing after waking up?“

At first, after hearing your question, he remains silent with a distant smile, stroking your cheek as he continues cleaning your body with wet wipes he keeps on the nightstand.

“Well, just another perk of staying here until late system hours,” he eventually replies, quietly, almost like an afterthought, and then proceeds to gather the clothes for another day. “I’m always waiting to see you come to tell that I should rest. Just so I can hug you and take you to bed with me…” he confesses softly, the same vague, half-amused, half-wistful look in his eyes.

“I see you’re always planning two steps ahead.”

“Unfortunately, not this time. As much as I would love for it to be true, I’m yet to think of a satisfactory excuse for my delayed arrival.”

[rainiiisummer]

Crazy For You | BokuAka AU

A rainy night, Akaashi left their house without Bokuto knowing it; tranquility surround the place as the lightning and thunders tried to break it.

“Keiji?” a sleepy white-gray haired lad called his lover and grope everything on his right side, but he felt no one other than the overlapping pillows.

“ Tsk. You tricked me again, Akaashi” he said in a kind of cold voice

“I will never forgive you again”

He grabbed his jacket before he went down and left their house; he went straight from where Akaashi usually comes in.

The adult bar.

When Bokuto reached the place,

He saw Akaashi with the same girl that he always sees, whenever his lover goes out every night.

He felt betrayed at the same he felt sadness.

“Keiji… I am not enough?”

“I'm always here for you, right?”

He said in a corner seeing Akaashi happily laughing with the girl in a crowded bar.

And there he sat outside and let his tears all out; he felt treated unfairly as the image of his cheater lover repeatedly flashing on his mind.

As his tears fall out of his eyes, Bokuto's sadness and the feeling of envious turns into anger.

“I'll promise that would be the last time, Keiji”

He said on his thought and went in straight to the table where Akaashi sits.

“Keiji-kun, Let's go home” Bokuto said  softly and he force himself to form a smile

Akaashi was surprised when Bokuto suddenly appeared in front of him and his female companion— or shall we call his paramour.

“K-Kou?” Akaashi stammered, and at once he remove his arms on the girl's shoulder.

“Let's go home“ Bokuto said once again as Akaashi stood up in nervous and doesn't say even a single word, and they both left the crowded bar.

As they walk together, Bokuto silently gazed him from top to toe causing Akaashi feel uncomfortable.

“Kou..”

“Aren't you angry?” Akaashi asked

“You can answer it by yourself”

“So what do you think? Am I angwy or nah?”

“Guess it Agashe!~”

Bokuto oddly respond, as he began to act aggressive and erratic infront of his man; Akaashi felt a tension when he looks at Bokuto's terrifying golden eyes.

“K-kou, I-i can explain this at home” Akaashi exclaimed

“You can do it right here and now Keiii-ji”

“We're near” Bokuto said while pointing the door where they are both lived.

Akaashi got goosebumps from Bokuto's looks; he suddenly feel repentance from what he did, he regret...But it's too late now.

_______

After they both entered the door, Bokuto locked it so sudden.

“So.. ” Bokuto said as he gave a hair-raising look.

Akaashi faced him but his eyes were non-stop roaming around as he started to talk.

“Kou, I'm sorry” He briefly apologized

“That's it?” Bokuto exclaimed

“Yeah, I'm sorry..I know that you already knew that I was going out with the girl”

“If you already knew that, Why did you continued every f*cking single day!?” Bokuto shouted while holding his tears not to fall

“Because seriously Bokuto...” he said and took a deep breath

“I didn't really love you in the first place!”

“You just forced me to marry you! And  to spend this useless years with you!” Akaashi furiously told Bokuto everything he wanted to indicate in the beginning

“Y-you just said that it was useless?huh? Keiji Akaashi!” Bokuto asked him angrily that he was almost out of his own sense

“Yes you heard it loud and clear” Akaashi replied

“I want to end this pretense Bokuto” He added

“Now I know your true colors, I won't hesitate to leave you” And Akaashi  headed for the door to leave

But Bokuto suddenly hold his hand causing Akaashi to turn back inside

“I didn't granted you to leave” He whispered

And Akaashi forcing Bokuto to remove his grip on him.

“But this is a memorable farewell” Bokuto added

AND EVERYTHING WENT BLACK

__________________

In the morning when sun arrises, Bokuto get up touching a hand to his mouth, he feigned a yawn of boredom

“Aahh... so messy” he said while stretching up

“Oh, where's Keiji-kun?” Bokuto asked himself

**

Flashing back the cold night, where Akaashi forcing him to let go out of his wrist; he froze when Bokuto uttered the word

“SA-YO-NA-RA” and he felt his heart being stabbed then Akaashi saw a blood flowing out of his wound and dripping straight down on the floor

“I'll make you stay here Agashe”

“Even if you don't want to” and the steel gotten deeper

**

“Ah! I remembered!”

“Jajaa Kei-kun Here I goO~”

Bokuto cheerfully said and went to their Kitchen and there he saw Akaashi

“Are you okay there Akaashi?”

Silence surround the whole kitchen and Bokuto just smiled;

“I told you,right?”

“You'll stay here..”

“Cuz I love you Keiji-kun”

Then Bokuto hugged the lifeless, cadaver body of his lover— Keiji Akaashi.

[jetaradefender]

As a jetara/katjet shipper at this day and age I am so starved for content that I'm willing to feed myself even if just with a crappy one shot.

Jet and Katara calming each other down after nightmares under the cut if you're interested

He run and run and run. The trees becoming a blur to his eyes, cuts on his body numerous, but frankly impossible to feel through the sheer paralyzing fear that gripped his body. He doesn't know where he's going, he doesn't know for how long he's been fighting his way through thicket maze.

Truth to be told, at this very moment, he doesn't even remember who he is. There's just cold night air, even more freezing terror and someone chasing him.

At some point he seems to stop. The wind is blowing carrying the smell he won't ever be able to forget. Fire amongst the things burnt with it. The leafs are rustling, the branches snapping. Suddenly he feels someone's hand on his back.

Jet startled. He was breathing heavily. He was in a bed, but it took him long to realize how and where. Small, gentle, but strong hand on his arm brought him calmness all that time, slowly chasing the panic away.

-That dream again? - Katara asked.

Her boyfriend just nodded. The girl got closer, embracing him. She knew it wasn't easy for him to be open and vulnerable after years of being anchor for others, maintaining an image of a strong leader and having no adults he could trust. That's why she felt happy when he confided in her. She was not only someone he cared about, but someone he treated as his equal, someone he trusted to tell the truth. Now though she wanted him to feel safe too.

Slowly, she started combing her fingers through his messy hair. The first time she done that he got embarrassed, but never asked her to stop and it always seemed to calm him down, as it did now as well.

She begun to hum a melody which made him lightly chuckle, but didn't make her pause. After some time she looked up. The peaceful sleeping expression on Jet's face made her smoothly fall asleep as well.

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She's running again. She tries with all her might to be fast, but she seems to have no control over her body, unable to move. The noises, the screams around her are overwhelming. She want's to cry out, but she can't. She knows that there's no time. She knows some people from her village are dead.

At this moment Katara realizes she might never see her mother again.

Everything turns to blackness after that.

Katara sat uptight at her bed and screamed. Mere seconds later later something bolted up right beside her. Her boyfriend awoke at the sound. In the middle of the night and very visibly out of it Jet didn't know what was happening, but he seemed ready to fight it nonetheless, looking around and extending his arm in front of his girlfriend as if trying to stop her from crossing dangerous path.

-It's fine babe. I just had a nightmare- she explained.

Jet turned her way, understanding dawning on him.

Now, calming her down and advising her to catch some sleep might have been the most reasonable option. Jet knew however that Katara got restless after bad dreams and if she won't do something to discharge her energy and/or take her mind of things she might stay wild awake even till morning. She said that happened once and was really bad for her the next day. He also knew that trying to relieve her tension in a more, egh sensual method, after a nightmare, wasn't a good idea either. He had tried that once, that one ended very poorly for him for a change. Luckily though he knew just what to do.

Fancy a warm drink right now?

A minute later they were sitting next to an open window in their small flat, glancing at the night sky Jet maybe glancing at Katara steaming mugs the man prepared at their hands. Hot tea for her and chicory drink for him, Jet really disliked anything tea-like himself.

After a quarter Katara started telling him about her nightmare. Jet let her talk knowing that forcing her to cheer up too soon would not be good for her to hear, opting for small noises of acknowledgment and occasional questions. When she finished she was visibly more calm. They just looked at the stars together Jet definitely looking at Katara finding comfort at each other's presence until the girl sneaked a pick at her boyfriend's cheek and insisted they should go back to sleep.

Jet held her close. Hearing her relaxed breath and feeling her calm heartbeat, he quickly drifted to sleep as well.

Idk if those patterns ⊹ make it clear enough of a break, but these 2 scenes don't happen at the same night lmao

Thank you if you survived my gibberish till the end :))

PS. @cyaerandom i did that

[casspurrjoybell-18]

The Vanilla Scented Rogue

*Warning Adult Content*

A S H T O N - B L A K E

Chapter 40: New and Approved

I shook my head slightly as the pair of siblings worked on me, my mind for some reason going to the man who made me who I am, who made me unable to leave him, who made me sleep on the ground while he got a bed, who rubbed mud on me when I didn't do something absolutely perfectly.

If it wasn't for the unlocked door and his heavy sleeping, I would still be in that disgusting room staring up at the tiled ceiling.

I let out a small breath as I sat up in the tub, Beatrix brushing out my hair as Benedict held up one of my legs, scrubbing away the dirt and mud.

I covered my private area with my hands, wincing and groaning when Beatrix would try to brush out a knot.

"Sorry if the brush is pulling a little too hard, I'm using detangle but it's not really helping," Beatrix spoke, er voice holding a hint of guiltiness but also anger about her detangle not working.

I clenched my teeth as she continued to run the brush from about an inch or two from the bottom of my hair down, knots still being brushed out from the small area even though there was plenty more to do.

My hair was to my shoulders, at this point, I wouldn't care if we shaved it.

I heard her spray more of the detangle onto my ends, a lot of it, before immediately picking up her brush again.

She tried to brush the knots from my hair and even I could tell she was getting frustrated since the knots that lingered on my head wouldn't leave.

"Go take a break, Beatrix," I heard the soft voice of Benedict as he tried to wash the layers of dirt and mud from my skin.

"Gladly," I heard her mutter, before hearing things being dropped onto the floor in distaste.

"I need a break before continuing to work on Ashton's new and approved look," Benedict sighed as he set down the wash-cloth, turning his head to watch his sister leave the room.

He looked so defeated, almost as if he couldn't grasp onto the situation at hand. He took a breath before picking up the wash-cloth again, gently wiping at the brown that stained my skin.

"How did you change so much in a couple months?" I heard him ask, his voice monotone and plain.

"You used to be clean, your hair always used to be combed even though it looked messy and tangled by the end of the day."

"I didn't stay with Captain Levine, the time I was gone. I went from one guy to another. Each didn't care about my hygiene or health, I was just a fuck-toy to them. I didn't matter," I breathed out .

"The last man was cruel, he hit and beat me. Almost as if it gave him pleasure. He made me do things for him, disgusting things, which I didn't know when we agreed to have me live with him."

"I thought it was just a sex arrangement but he would hit me, beat me, rub mud on me, make me sleep outside or make me rub dirt on myself if I said or did anything wrong."

"I got out when he was sleeping one night with the door accidentally unlocked. I've been sleeping in the woods for a few nights, trying to make it back here. To see you and Beatrix," I clarified.

"How'd you know I would take you back?"

His eyes darted to mine, they suddenly looked angry.

"You cheated on me, Ashton, all because I said no," he spat out, dropping my leg so it fell into the water.

It splashed, the water hitting my face and chest as he stared at me.

He clenched onto the bottle of body wash, his eyes glowing a golden color as he stared at my form.

"I explained why," I said lightly, my voice soft and hardly audible.

"And you said you understood. You forgave me," I stated, in a questioning tone.

"Do you know how badly it stings when you see your mate on top of someone else. You..." he stopped, making me wonder what he was about to say.

"What?" I asked, searching for his eyes as they stared down at the muddy colored water.

"You betrayed me," he spoke, his voice quiet but strong.

"I know why you did it. I just... I just don't know how you could."

"It took my mind off of everything they did to me and after the first time, I couldn't stop because I didn't think about being held down and raped when I did it."

"I had the control when going from guy to guy, it was what I craved. The control of it all. When I remembered you after it all, after each session, I just... I felt worse than you may ever believe," I spoke, looking towards the door.

"Until I can learn to fully accept your mistake, we can be civil but I don't want another relationship, for it to just be crashed. I was wrong earlier, for calling you baby, for smiling and acting like nothing happened, for telling you I'm not mad. I never should have forgave you or act like I understood completely."

He sighed, setting the bottle of body wash off to the side.

"I am mad. I am disappointed. I'm not leaving you but a one-sided relationship isn't going to work and I'm not the one trying to make it work. I'm just pretending to cover how badly you hurt me. I'm pretending to cover the scars you left and I'm doing a pretty shit job at it."

"I understand it's a trauma response, to have sex with multiple different people, to search for that same control but I'm your mate, Ashton. You should have talked to me, so we could get you a therapist. You shouldn't have just fucked some stranger, when I said no. No is valid for men too, not just females, Ashton."

"But you acted like we could go right back, to how we were? Now, what do you want us to be?" I asked, confusion clouding my mind.

"I don't know," he said softly.

"You can still sleep in my room, in the bed, alone, until I'm ready to take things further than acting civil. I'll take the couch."

He narrowed his eyebrows, apparently thinking hard about the situation as he picked the bottle of body wash up yet again, squirting some of the liquid onto the now cold stained rag before grabbing my leg and holding it up.

I shivered as the cold flannel touched my skin, the body wash letting bubbles drip down into the water as he scrubbed and wiped at my skin.

He scrubbed harder than before, the usual pale white color of my skin now a pale red.

He scraped and rubbed at my sore skin, wiping away the dirt that's been stuck to my skin for weeks now.

There was an awkward tension in the room when Beatrix came back in, no longer complaining about how tangled my hair was since as soon as she walked into the room, she saw the both of us sitting awkwardly.

I winced as Beatrix pulled a brush through my hair and as Benedict scrubbed at my skin.

Neither of them talking or letting out sounds such as laughter from Benedict when Beatrix dropped something in the water.

Or groaning from Beatrix when she couldn't get a knot out.

Or chuckling from Benedict when Beatrix said a funny joke,

Or giggling from Beatrix when Benedict looked at a piece of dried mud on my leg like it was his only enemy.

It was now just bland and awkward in the medium sized bathroom I was stuck in.

No sounds to be heard and no funny matters.

There was just anger and disappointment filling the air.

[firstseasonlisazemo]

Pumpkin Carving

Summary: Catarina is suddenly missing from the palace. Her husband goes after her.

Rating: K - Intended for general audience 5 years and older. Content should be free of any coarse language, violence, and adult themes.

Words: 3100

Notes: Man, I'd lose a finger if I ever tried to carve a pumpkin... Happy Halloween!

Prince Geordo of Stuart can hardly remember the last time that he had ever been in such a state of panic. His throat is shutting close and his face is flushed from running up and down the palace, his hair is messy and his clothes are crooked.

Catarina had one job. All she had to do was stay within the walls of the palace, where he knew that she would be safe when he was out. Though, evidently that was too much for her, because he just got back and she is nowhere to be found.

Not that she being gone was even the worst part.

The worst part is that none of the idiots he assigned to her surveillance and protection knew anything about where she could have gone. The Crown Princess of this country disappears in thin air, and the guards take no notice of the absence until he himself point it out to them. By all accounts, she could have been dead out in the woods somewhere and not one of them would have noticed.

If Catarina does not appear soon, heads will start to roll. All they could tell him was that she had not been around and they had not seen her.

“So, nobody saw her? Anywhere?” He clarified, though the edge in his voice made it abundantly clear to the household service of the palace that he is not actually asking. He already knew the answer to his question.

Of course, they did not.

“I see.” He smiled placidly. “The one who can first find the Crown Princess and bring her to me can keep their job. The rest is fired, without recommendations. I suggest you be quick in your search, while I am still feeling charitable.”

A chill run through the spines of the servants. They remain still in place, confused on what they should do.

“What are you still doing here? Go!” The prince barked.

He cannot understand how the patented Catarina charm does not work with the uptight servants of his palace. Do they respond only to fear? Sometimes, he felt like the only person around here that even recognized that she existed, and perhaps that was because he basically was.

Geordo understands that she is an independent and capable person, and does not need constant surveillance, but he wants to have it. He wants to always know where she is or what she is doing, because whether she realized it or not, she is important to him. She is the only people on the face of the earth that actually mattered as far as he was concerned.

It had been a struggle to have her to himself. He had to stave off new suitors, beat the old ones and, most importantly, convince her to understand that he meant to marry her, that he would not kill or exile her, that he would not fall in love with anyone else, and that she would be assured her freedom even if she became queen. He is not about to have it threatened, and he is not going to allow her stilted suitors to even consider him not strong enough to protect her.

If there is one upside about being king, Gerodo believes it is the power to make his will the law of the land. He is forcing Catarina through as queen, and the aristocracy and the household service can shove their objections or suffer the consequences.

“You know what? Forget it. I’ll find her myself.” He decided, giving up on the rest of them without much more consideration. “When I’m back, let me not see a single clue of your presence here.”

It had been a waste of precious time to demand help from any of them in the first place, when he could have been out there this whole time.

Who knows what kind of trouble Catarina could have gotten into?

She might have been a common fixture around the main palace, but they rarely, if ever, came to this corner of the grounds. She does not know how to navigate the woods, and they still have not had the chance to clear her a field for her agricultural exploits.

That is not to mention the shadows of the trees that projected on to the edges of the little building. He had this compound cleared for its privacy, so Catarina can rest peacefully from any demands of courtly life, but it had been abandoned before. It is just dark enough and secluded enough that a kidnapping can happen in broad daylight and there will be none the wiser.

Horror goes through his mind. If his wife wandered into the wrong place, she could be killed without so much as a second thought.

The thought of that was more than enough to put a pep in the male’s step as he headed out into the woods beyond the garden, with his sword and a small pack of emergency medical supplies in hand.

No matter what she had gotten into, he would get her out of it. Assuming that he still could.

When he had left their home, Catarina was having her lunch. He did not eat with her that day, as he had a meeting with the prime minister in the afternoon. This had been not more than a couple of hours ago, and she could not have gotten that far in such a short period of time. If he started walking now, he just had to hope he would run into her.

It not as if he had much more of a choice. The last thing Geordo would ever do was leave her out there by herself. Given the unpredictability of life in the palace and the potential dangers associated with royalty, if something really comes to pass, it could take the entire Palace Guard days to find her again, if they ever did.

From where he was standing, it was hard for him to not panic even more, fearing the worst. If he did not find Catarina soon, there was no guarantee he would ever see her again.

“Catarina? Are you out there?” He called every so often, so loud that his voice echoed through the damp forest.

Geordo promises himself that, when he did manage to track his wife down, he will never let her leave his side again. This place is dangerous and she could not just wander off whenever she wanted to. Unless she wanted to get herself killed, that was.

Catarina is much too vulnerable to be left unprotected. She is naïve and believes the goodwill of anyone, and while she has been trained in sword fighting and magic, she does not have any experience with actual combat.

He is much more proficient in self-defence than her, and even if he so finds an opponent he cannot beat, if he is there, then she is not fighting alone. He was no stranger to confrontation and he did not have a problem making enemies.

The princely couple is very different in that regard, and he shuddered to think about what could happen if she ran into someone out here alone.

He has to find Catarina, and he has to find her now.

Thankfully, after going up and down the palace and combing through the grounds, he managed to find his wife sitting in a small pier on a lake, a five-minute walk from their home, before anything absolutely awful could come to pass.

Though, Catarina is not in some dire life-threatening position like he had previously feared. She was not bleeding out in the middle of a field or being held hostage by some terrorist group or ambitious noble.

She is just sitting there. Like nothing was wrong. Like she had not nearly given him an aneurysm earlier that day.

“Catarina! Where were you? I came back from the main palace and you were gone!” Geordo almost shouts, calling out to her seated frame without so much as a second thought.

The foolish woman had really freaked him out this morning and he wanted to know why. What could have been so important that she had to nearly give him a heart attack?

Pumpkins. Turns out the answer is pumpkins.

By the time Geordo made his way over to where she is sitting, he found her surrounded entirely by all manners of pumpkins and candles, a number which he had never seen before in his life. There should be around thirty specimens of the vegetable scattered around, of all shapes, sizes and colours.

These were pumpkins, yes, but they are not right. They were cut and scattered, their seeds taken off in a ritualistic semblance of impaling or immolation, some are even burned. All of them had a weird carving, all different, none with a meaning he can recognize.

“Hello, Prince Geordo!” The brunette princess greets with as much a sunny disposition as always. “Look what Anne brought! My pumpkins from back home! Gardner Tom made sure of harvesting them for me.”

“This is what you left the palace for?” He questioned, his brow knitting together out of habit.

The pumpkins really are not much to write home about, and he does not get what was so special about them, aside from the fact that Catarina grew them. They were kind of gross. The flesh was a sickly orange colour with a kind of bubbling on the surface that was almost grotesque to look at, yet his wife still held it in her lap, as if this horrid gourd was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

He does not get it.

“They’re ugly.” Geordo remarked, not even thinking about it.

To him, it seemed obvious that they were not good looking but Catarina seemed almost offended at his words. She would never find a perfectly edible vegetable to be ugly. In fact, to her, they were anything but.

“I think they have potential, they’re charming!” The princess decided, not leaving any room for discussion as she surveyed the object in her hold.

They do not look like the usual pumpkin, lest of all the fine ones that are used in meals for the royal family, but that does not mean that they were bad, it just meant they were different.

“I like them!” She cooed, not paying him any mind.

Geordo, in turn, made himself comfortable beside her in the quay, her attention far too preoccupied with her dissection of the pumpkin in her hold.

“If you say so.” He shrugged.

The prince is trying his best to see whatever it was she were seeing, though, it really is not going to happen for him. To him, the mass in her lap looked like a mistake of nature that should have been left on its own without a second thought but clearly, she sees something in them that he does not.

She saw something better, which should not really surprise him. For as long as he had known her, she had had this unfailing optimistic disposition about her, no matter what was going on around. It was something she always kept about herself, and he is sure that he had ever seen her down, and he would not allow it to ever happen.

That love for the mediocre is a quality that normally would have infuriated Geordo, and if she had been anyone else, he would have told her to knock it off and grow up, but he never could. Not with her.

Catarina is just too good for something like that, and if she grew and liked these monstrosities, he supposed they are not too bad.

“They’re great, just give them a chance.” The woman prompted.

She is hoping that, the more he looked at them, the more likely he would be to see what she saw when she looked at something like this. They were unique, and clearly, they had gone through a lot to be here.

In a lot of ways, they had something in common with these little fighters. The world had changed, and they had changed with it, and while they were different now, they were still just as whole as before.

“Well, I suppose they are unique, if nothing else. I’m sure you’re proud of growing them from seed to fruit.” He offered. “But why they are so damaged?”

It is then that Geordo sees the knife on her hand.

“Why are you sacrificing those pumpkins?” The prince asks, feeling truly confused.

“I’m carving them.” She responded, smiling brightly. “I tried to offer the head cook to do something with them, but he said that they were not to the standards to be fed to you. So, I tried to give them another purpose.”

Now he is glad that he fired the entire household service. If Catarina wants to eat those pumpkins, she has the right to, and if she wants him to eat them, he will eat it down to the seeds.

The princess offers him her artwork. “Look! Isn’t it cute! It’s a little cat! Meow~”

It is most definitively not a cat, but her excitement made it very endearing to Geordo.

The blond chuckled. “Indeed, but you know what would make them even better?”

He hummed, taking another pumpkin from the quay around where they were sitting with a smile.

Knowing him, his creative spirit could produce just about anything, but, without hesitation, she nodded. Catarina and Geordo might not have always seen eye to eye about some things, but she did really value his input and his ideas, even if they were sometimes a bit moody for her taste.

The prince did his best not to spoil it, already proud of himself for the little image he had come up with and took out his concealed dagger, turning away from her entirely.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

The princess is doing her best to peek around his shoulder to see what he was doing but he was already a step or two ahead of her. He is not going to let her ruin the surprise. Especially not when it was such a good one.

“Just give me a second!” Geordo insisted.

A small grin bloomed on his face as he thought about how she would react to this, giving the actual work in his hands the backseat. Thankfully, it is not a task that required a lot of precision.

Catarina had no idea what he could have been doing but that did not make she any less surprised when he turned around to reveal a face, carved into the front of the pumpkin he had taken from the ground previously. It was great, and while the jagged teeth and crooked smile are not exactly the route she would have chosen, she got the idea.

“Now it’s scary.” He teased, handing her the small decorated fruit without hesitation.

The blistered surface of the pumpkin only added to the weird grotesqueness of the imagery but she could not have been more thrilled. This really was better.

“I don’t think so, it just has more character now!” The princess grinned, not willing to concede on this.

There was just something about these things that appealed to her and she is not about to change her mind about that, no matter what her husband deemed to carve into it.

“I told you, they’re charming. All it takes is someone willing to do something with that potential.” She hummed, finding herself finally turning away from the pumpkins that surrounded them both in favour of looking at him.

Geordo really was like these things, more so every time she thought about it. He is not ugly by any means, much to the contrary, but there was still so much to him that most people never get to see. So much that she could miss if she does not dig a little deeper beneath the surface.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He conceded again, this time feeling a little more convinced of her argument.

She is usually right about those things, of course, but he does not always like to admit that to himself. It made him feel all gooey inside, like there were a million worms in his gut, and there is a time and a place for that. If he does not have a hold on himself, he cannot protect her, and then he is useless as a husband and a monarch.

“Would you like me to teach you?” Geordo offered.

Catarina beamed at her husband, as if he had offered her to teach the secrets of manipulating the universe.

“Will you help me, please? I don’t want it to be ugly.” She said.

Looing at her cat, she is afraid that her own carving does not come out nearly as cute as his. She does not want to mess it up and she had a feeling that she already had disfigured a wheel cart’s worth of pumpkins beyond repair. She does not have as much artistic talent, and hand coordination, to produce such intricate carvings.

“I thought they were all charming and full of potential.” He teased, taking the pumpkin from her when she offered it up, before bumping her gingerly with his shoulder.

He got her there.

“They are, but I don’t want to squander it.” Catarina argued back.

She picked back up her carving knife, taking hold of it while Geordo prepares his dagger once again to clear the legume. Her blade shakes ever so slightly as she thought about what she is going to do.

The spooky face he’d chosen looked pretty good, but that is not really her style. She wants it to be nice to look at, just like they were the first time she had seen them growing out as buds in her field.

“That’s not possible, Catarina. You can’t squander their potential.” The prince countered.

He wraps his right hand around her own, helping her take control of the blade, though she could feel his eyes on her instead of the task at hand.

“What do you mean?” She hummed, trying to figure out where he was going with this.

The prince kisses his wife’s cheek gingerly and smiles, his thoughts far, far away.

“Even if it’s not perfect, it doesn’t mean that you’ve squandered its potential. In fact, it’s their imperfections that make them charming. You’re the one who taught me that.” He shrugged, bringing a soft smile to her face as she considered his words.

He was right, maybe it does not have to be perfect after all.

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My Next Life as a Villainess Masterlist

[waywardnerd67]

Broken Road

Title: Broken Road Summary: She moved to Helena to escape her past to end up running into the one who got away. Main Characters: Beau Arlen, Reader Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Implied Smut Word Count: 5132 A/N: My first go at Beau…

(Y/N) sped past the city limit sign of Helena, Montana. From all the research she had done, Helena was the perfect spot to start new. Small town vibes but populated enough to have a Starbucks. As she drove down the main street in town, she took note of a few shops to visit. One sign caught her eye, Dewell & Hoyt Private Investigations.

She chuckled, “Wow a real life Scooby-Doo gang.”

Focusing on the road in front of her, (Y/N) headed towards the small ranch her dad had purchased and left for her before his death. The last five years had been the darkest of her life. Between an ugly divorce and her dad dying in a drunk driving accident, (Y/N) didn’t think she would make it through it. A cold chill ran down her spine as flashes of what she had drug herself out of speed through her mind.

Cresting over a hill, the beautiful golden log ranch house came into view. It rested on a modest ten acres of land with thick woods lining the property line. Immediately all the anxiety and heaviness she constantly carried on her shoulders faded. For the first time in years, (Y/N) took a long, deep, relaxing breath.

For the next several weeks, (Y/N) settled into her new home and getting to know her new town. She even found a little bookshop that was looking for a part time clerk. It was the perfect opportunity for her to earn extra money while making time to work on writing her book. She couldn’t help thinking that her dad had some kind of idea of knowing that this move would be exactly what she needed.

Walking into Turn the Page bookshop, (Y/N) found Loryn, the owner talking with a woman with long auburn hair up into a messy bun. Her thick rimmed glasses slipped down her nose as she spoke animatedly. Loryn glanced up seeing (Y/N) walking towards the backroom.

“Good morning! Fresh coffee in the pot and a box of brand new books waiting for ya.”

She smiled, “You’re too good to me.”

The woman’s head perked up, “You have a similar accent to our new, handsome sheriff. Are you from Texas?”

“Um… yeah, I am. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She held out her hand as the woman took it.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Denise. I work over at Dewell and Hoyt.” Denise shook her hand as she asked, “Have you met our new sheriff?”

“Thankfully, I haven’t gotten into any trouble to merit meeting the sheriff. You said he’s from Texas? Do y’all get many Texans up here?”

Denise shook her head, “Not really. Sexy Sheriff Arlen is the first I’m aware of.”

(Y/N) froze hearing his name. Memories that had been buried deep in the dark hole of her mind were playing like a movie.

“(Y/N), you alright?” Loryn asked, squeezing her arm.

It had to be someone else. There was no way it could be the same man from high school. The man who was the love of her life. The one that got away.

“H-His name wouldn’t happen to be Beau?”

By the expressions on their faces, she knew it was him and suddenly the room felt like it was closing in on her.

“You know him? Do all Texans know one another?” Denise chuckled as she looked down at her watch, “Shoot, I gotta get. Cassie will be in the office any moment. Nice meeting you (Y/N), stop by anytime to chat about Sheriff Arlen.”

She rushed out the front door as (Y/N) took in a couple of shaky breaths. A chorus of ‘It’s A Small World” began playing in her head. Beau Arlen. One person she never thought she would see again, let alone thousands of miles away from their hometown.

“Okay spill… how do you know our new Sheriff?” Loryn asked, tapping the counter to get her attention.

“It is a long, very long, complicated story. I’m going to get started on restocking the Young Adult section.” (Y/N) walked off towards the opposite side of the small shop trying to control the memories flooding her mind.

August 1998

“This is dumb.”

Beau’s laughter filled the clearing as he stripped off his t-shirt, “Come on (Y/N/N), cut loose and have a little fun.”

She watched as he pushed his jeans down to his ankles then kicked them off along with his boots and socks. They were at Lake Conroe in a remote part off the main path. Beau had thrown a rock up at her window two hours earlier and they drove out to this spot. Their spot. Her eyes snapped up hearing a splash and Beau’s head emerging from the water.

“Get your beautiful ass in here.”

She watched as he dove under the water revealing his bare butt. Her cheeks burned as she turned away from him. They had been friends since grade school and flirted with one another over the last year. They acted like a couple, but Beau never asked her out… officially. (Y/N) let her shorts drop to the ground and pulled her tank top over her head. When she looked over her shoulder, she noticed Beau was facing away from her.

“You know it’s killing me not to look right now but my momma raised a gentleman.” He called out with a chuckle.

(Y/N) kept her eyes locked on him as she pulled her bra over her head tossing it with the rest of her clothes along with her panties. The water was still warm from the hot summer day and the tension she unknowingly was seizing her muscles began to relax as she emerged herself fully.

“O-Okay, you can turn around.”

Beau slowly turned to face her, his dark eyes shining in the moonlight. He held his hand out to her and pulled her to him. Their bodies met and heat rushed over her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful when you blush.” His fingers brushed against the side of her face then back behind her head, “May I kiss you?”

She nodded as he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was gentle, sweet and not what she had been expecting for their first kiss. She had read about passionate first kisses in books and seen them in movies. When he pulled away, she found herself chasing him for more.

“(Y/N)...”

A shiver ran down her spine seeing the doubt in his eyes. Dread pooled in her stomach as every insecurity ran in her mind.

“Beau, you don’t have to say anything. I get it. Can… Can you take me home now?” (Y/N) tried to push away from him but he held onto her tighter.

“Stop (Y/N), stop trying to push me away.”

Tears were running down her face, “Beau let me go. You clearly don’t want me after that kiss so let’s forget it ever happened.” She pushed harder against him only to get nowhere.

His hands slipped beneath her thighs wrapping her legs around his waist. Gasping, right before his lips crashed against hers. His hard length pressed firmly against her.

“I want you…” He let out a harsh breath, “I want you so much that I can’t think straight. The moment I kissed you, I wanted more. I wanted all of you.”

His forehead leaned against hers. She could see his eyes were close and his jaw clenched as she moved against him.

“I’m yours Beau. I always have been.” She whispered.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, “You’re making it nearly impossible for me to be a gentleman.”

“I already know you’re a gentleman. I already know you’re a good man.” She lifted his chin so his eyes met hers, “I want to know that this sickening sweet desire filling my veins is real or just fleeting teenage hormones for the only man to ever show me any kind of attention.”

His hands went up into her hair, pulling her lips to his, “Are you sure (Y/N)?”

She nodded, “Without a doubt, yes.”

Present Day

(Y/N) leaned against the bookcase trying to think of anything but that night on the lake. It was the first of many midnight rendezvouses of love making. That summer was the best of her life. Beau made her feel alive. Wild and free. Random road trips of getting lost and having to explain to their parents why they hadn’t come home until the next day. Making out in the back of movie theaters or going to house parties with Beau’s football team.

Eventually, her dream summer had to end and reality hit them full force. (Y/N) was headed off to UT-Austin and he was staying in Houston to join the police force. She believed there was no way for them to keep their relationship going long distance.

“(Y/N)?”

Loryn’s voice cleared the Beau fog clouding her mind, “Yeah?” she forced a smile on her face.

Her doe-like eyes seem to be able to pierce the wall (Y/N) was quickly trying to build around her. She patted her shoulder giving her one last knowing look.

“If you ever want to talk I’m here for you.”

Her shoulders relaxed beneath her friend’s touch, “Thank you. I truly appreciate that.”

The rest of (Y/N)’s day was seemingly uneventful. She went about her tasks around the bookshop and Loryn treated her to lunch. The small diner was across the street from Dewell and Hoyt and (Y/N) couldn’t help but keep looking over to see if she could catch a glimpse of Beau. It had been nearly two decades since she last saw him, but something told her that she would recognize him instantly. Not that she would know what to say to him. The last time they had seen each other was the night of her bachelorette party.

November 2011

The bar was wall to wall people, the whiskey was flowing and music was drowning out everything around her. (Y/N) was dancing with her best friends and they were the center of attention of everyone around them. The six of them had been through college, heartache and successes together. (Y/N) was the last of them to get married and they were going all out for her last days as a single woman.  

“(Y/N), there’s a hottie eying you from the bar.” Her maid of honor yelled in her ear.

She rolled her eyes as she turned towards where she was pointing. Time suddenly stood still as her eyes landed on the Houston Sheriff. His eyes unmoving as she stared at him.

“I love a man in uniform.” Her friend giggled.

The tethered between them pulled her feet forward towards him as her friends cat called her over the band playing.

“W-What are you doing here?” She yelled, keeping some distance away from the man she dreamed about every night.

He leaned in towards her ear and (Y/N) was hit with an intoxicating wave Beau naturally musk mixing with his cologne. Her knees wobbled and her head began to spin as his husky voice filled her ears.

“Let’s go somewhere more private and quieter.”

Her mind screamed for her to walk away, but her body instantly followed his command following him towards the main door. When the cool night air hit her it cleared the fog that he had surrounded her in.

“Beau, what are you doing here?”

He led her around the corner to an alleyway where she saw his cruiser. The noise of the bar muffled and no one in sight as (Y/N) leaned against the front of her car. That was when she made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. They were dark and intense as he walked towards her. He was intimidating in his uniform that fit perfectly in all the right places.

“I heard you were back and I…” His fingers grazed the side of her face, “I had to see you.”

She swallowed hard, “I-I’m getting married…”

His large hand cupped her cheek and she immediately leaned into his touch, “I know. I’ve run into your parents from time to time. Is he-”

She looked up to see his eyes closed and his jaw clenched, “good to you?”

“Yes.” Her answer was immediate, but what came next from her lips was from deep within her soul, “But he’s not you.”

His eyes snapped open and time stood still before his lips crashed to hers. Her body ignited into hot flames as he set her up on the hood and wrapped her legs around him. She felt the same wild freedom she had that summer when they crossed the line from friends to lovers. His hands cupped her face and a cold, harsh reality pressed against her cheek.

(Y/N) pushed him back releasing her legs from around him and slid off the hood, “We can’t. Shit, we can’t do this.”

“(Y/N)...”

“Don’t. You’re married and you have a daughter.”

She looked up seeing his surprised look as she chuckled, “You’re not the only one getting updates from my parents. I know all about Carla and Emily.”

He looked down to the ground, “Oh. Carla and I… we’re going through-”

“I don’t care. This,” She motioned between them, “can-not happen. You have a family and that should be your only concern. I’m getting married to the first man who finally made me feel even a fraction of what you made me feel.”

Her chest tightened suddenly making it hard for her to breathe, “I-I have to go.”

(Y/N) turned around to walk away when Beau’s hand grasped her elbow turning her into his embrace. She tried to push out of his grasp but his hold was tight around her. Her body betrayed her as she relaxed against him, unable to fight the feeling of being safe and at home within his arms.

“You’re right. We shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have come to find you.” He lifted her chin for her eyes to meet his, “But I had to see you. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you because I’m still in love with you.”

She let out a shaky breath, “Beau, please…”

He kissed her forehead, “I love you, (Y/N). I hope whoever he is treats you well and loves you the way you deserve to be loved.”

With that (Y/N) watched him get into his car and drive out of her life one final time.

Present Day

When (Y/N) arrived home, she noticed a letter taped to her front door. The envelope was blank and her heart began to race as she looked around expecting to see Beau appearing from the shadows. Snatching the envelope, she walked inside and headed towards the kitchen. Pouring herself a glass of whiskey, she opened the letter only to drop her glass to the floor upon seeing the handwriting.

“No. No, no, no.” She muttered reading the short letter, “Shit. Shit!”

(Y/N) quickly went to the main hall closet and grabbed her dad’s old Winchester rifle. Making her way through the house making sure no one else was inside of it. She locked all the windows, drawing the curtains close then double and triple checked the locks on her front and back doors. Panic fueled her adrenaline making one more pass around the house.

Setting the rifle beside the couch, (Y/N) cleaned up the broken glass and took the bottle into the living room. Her mind was racing of how he could have found out where she was and which ranch was hers. She stared at the front door, rifle right next to her ready to take down anyone who entered. By the time she watched the sun peek out over the horizon, (Y/N) knew she needed to get help.

Still in the same clothes as yesterday, she stared up at the Dewell and Hoyt sign before finally walking inside. Laughter was ringing throughout the office as three women came into view. Denise immediately recognized her and rushed over to her.

“(Y/N), right? What’s wrong dear?” She guided her over to the other two women who were leaning against Denise’s desk.

One was a gorgeous blonde whose hair was pulled into a side braid over her shoulder. She wore a classic band shirt beneath a leather jacket tucked into her tight jeans. The other was an equally gorgeous black woman with long, curly hair and dark eyes. She was dressed more like the other people in the town with boots, jeans and plaid shirt.

“Cassie, Jenny this is (Y/N). She works with Loryn at the bookshop.”

Cassie held out her hand, “You’re from Houston, right?”

She nodded, shaking each of their hands, “That’s right. My dad bought the ranch up on Old Mill Road for me right before he died a year ago. I needed a new start and this seemed like a good place for that.”

Jenny chucked, “We get that a lot around here.”

“Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” Denise asked as the bell from the door rang.

“Oh look, the gangs all here…”

(Y/N)’s body stiffened from the familiar voice behind her. Her eyes snapped up to Cassie’s who gave her a curious look as Jenny walked towards the man behind her.

“This isn’t a good time, Beau. I’ll meet you back at the station.”

(Y/N) turned around to see Beau come to halt as his wide olive eyes stared at her, “(Y/N)?”

“Hey Beau.”

She swallowed the large lump in her throat and tightened the leash on her body. She wanted to jump into his arms and feel the safety he always brought to her. Keeping herself from doing that was taking every fiber of her willpower to do.

“Holy cr… what are you doing here? Are you alright?” He immediately came over to her and the moment his hands touched her shoulders (Y/N)’s willpower vanished.

Launching her body against his tears flowed freely down her face, “I-I’m scared… I’m scared my ex is here and he’s going to do something bad. I need… I need help.”

His arms tightened around her and (Y/N) could feel his chin resting on her head. An agonizing sob escaped her lips and she buried her face into his chest.

“Shhh, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He pulled back enough to look down at her when someone clearing their throat caught their attention.

“Obviously, you two know each other.” Jenny said, staring right at Beau.

(Y/N) stepped out of his arms, but when she tried to take a few steps away he reached out grabbing her hand.

“(Y/N) and I were childhood friends in Houston. We kind of lost track of one another as adults.”

(Y/N) looked from him to Jenny as they had a silent conversation. She recognized the familiar longing in her eyes and immediately withdrew her hand from Beau’s. She wrapped her arms around her waist not daring to look up at the man beside her.

“Why don’t you tell us why you need help with your ex.”

It was over an hour later that Beau was driving (Y/N) back to her house. They had not said a word to one another since she explained everything that had happened in her divorce and the police’s suspicion that her ex had something to do with her father’s death. He parked his old truck in her normal spot and followed her up to the front door.

“Thank you for the ride home.”

She unlocked the door, surprised that Beau walked inside before her, “If you think I’m letting you out of my sight then you’re sadly mistaken.”

She sighed, “Beau, I’ll be fine. I have Jack and Winchester here with me.” (Y/N) pointed to the bottle and rifle next to the couch.

He chuckled, “Those will definitely help while I keep watch and you get some much needed rest.”

“Still as stubborn as ever. Are you hungry? I can whip up some grub for us.”

For the first time since seeing him a genuine, handsome smile spread across his face. It was the same smile she fell in love with as a teenager and still made her heart skip.

“I am always hungry for your cooking. You don’t happen to have the fixin’s for your famous chili and grilled cheese?”

“I do, but that will take a few hours.” She chuckled.

“It’s worth the wait. I haven’t had a decent chili since leaving Texas six months ago and don’t get me started on the barbeque situation up here or breakfast tacos. God I miss breakfast tacos.”

She started laughing, “Maybe I can start my own diner with breakfast tacos and chili. I could call it Chicks and Beans.”

His bellowing laughter joined hers, “That’s a great idea! I will be your number one customer.”

“For now, I’ll start on the chili and see what I can make in the meantime for some lunch.”

(Y/N) kept herself busy in the kitchen getting the chili started and making her version of breakfast tacos for them. She was walking back to the living room when she heard someone knock on the door.

“It’s alright, it’s only Jenny Hoyt.” He answered the door letting her inside, “What you got Hoyt?”

Jenny’s piercing blue eyes went from her holding a tray of freshly made breakfast tacos to Beau and back. A small smirk curled on her lips as Beau rolled his eyes.

“Hoyt! What. Do. You. Have.”

“Seems like I’m in time for some brunch. May I?” She pointed to the tray.

(Y/N) nodded, “Help yourself but Beau may fight you for them.”

“I can take him.” She took a bite, “These are amazing… w-what are they?”

“A Texas delicacy known as the breakfast taco.” She looked up to see Beau shaking his head before sitting down next to her.

“Any time before I die of old age.” He grumbled before taking his own bite, “Oh god, I’ve missed these so much.”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks burning hearing Beau moan his enjoyment and Jenny staring at her. Quickly, she averted her eyes to the ground, no longer hungry for food, but for something else.

“We think we might have a lead on your ex. Denise called around to some local motels that she has an in with and we think he might be staying at the Blackbird Inn. Cassie and I are going to check it out.”

“I’m coming with you.” Beau stood, grabbing another taco.

Jenny stood as well, “No. We got this. You should stay here in case he comes here. Cassie and I can handle ourselves.”

(Y/N) reached up grabbing his hand. Looking up, she knew she didn’t need to say what she was thinking. Beau simply nodded at her then looked back to Jenny.

“I need a moment before you head out.”

(Y/N) watched them step outside on the porch before she moved closer to hear what they were talking about.

“Take Poppernak with you. You don’t know what you’ll be walking into. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything…”

Jenny cut him off, “We’ve been in worse situations, but I’ll take Pop just in case.”

Beau sighed, “Thank you. The moment you have this guy in custody, call me.”

(Y/N) heard Jenny’s boots stepping down the stairs before she spoke again.

“You know this whole time I thought it was Carla that you were still in love with.”

Beau scoffed, “I told you I’m not.”

A small chuckle came from Jenny, “I can see that now. You’re still in love with the woman inside. You should tell her. Trust me, you don’t want to miss out on that chance.”

There was a long moment of silence before Beau cleared his throat, “Duly noted. Hoyt, thank you.”

(Y/N) took a few steps back as Beau opened the door. His olive eyes meeting hers knowing she had heard everything. He walked past her and into the living taking his spot on the couch again. She sat on the opposite end, the silence between them growing more uncomfortable by the second.

“What do-”

“Are you-”

They both spoke at once before (Y/N) motioned with her hand for him to go first. His leg bounced nervously and he was fidgeting with his jacket.

“What do you want to know? I know you have to have questions and I’ve never been able to keep anything from you. So shoot.”

He was right. She had a million questions about Carla and Emily, what happened to their marriage and what brought him up to Montana. However, the only question burning at the end of her tongue came tumbling out.

“Are you and Jenny a thing?”

He slowly turned his head towards her, raising an eyebrow, “Really? That’s what you want to know about?”

“No. I want to know everything that has happened to you since that night of my bachelorette party. But, I need to know that… I mean… I don’t want to…”

“Spit it out, darlin’”

Her eyes narrowed on him, “I want to make sure I’m not infringing on anything between you and her. I don’t want to get in the middle of that.”

Mischief was shining in his darkening eyes, “Why is that? Do you think something is going to happen between us?”

“History has proven that it will. After Josh, I vowed I wouldn’t make any stupid, impulsive decisions when it comes to matters of the heart.”

(Y/N) took in a deep breath as Beau’s tongue darted out over his bottom lip dragging it beneath his perfect teeth.

“Do you feel like that a lot around men?”

She shook her head, “Only you. So, I want to know if anything does happen that I’m not going to have to face the gorgeous sheriff who is obviously attracted to you.”

Beau stood up walking over to the window. He peeked out the blinds and she watched his shoulders sag for a moment.

“There’s nothing official between Hoyt and I. We flirt. We have each other’s backs. We’ve both had broken hearts.”

He turned towards her as she nodded, “So, you like her as well. I can see why. She’s gorgeous and I’ve heard the stories of her being a badass. I’m happy you found someone.”

His intense eyes were locked on hers as he walked towards her. (Y/N) started to squirm in her seat as Beau leaned in towards her.

“I found someone a long time ago. Everyone else since then has only been fleeting which is why I’ve put up walls concerning Jenny. There’s only ever been one woman who could smash through those walls in an instant.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, “Beau…”

His lips were on hers before she could say anything else. Her hands immediately went over his shoulders pushing his jacket down his arms. He tossed it to the side, breaking their kiss long enough to snatch her up over his shoulder.

“Beau!” She giggled.

“I’m not losing you again. I’m not backing down from this second or third chance. Bedroom?”

He brought her legs around his waist holding her firmly against him. His lips leaving a hot trail of kisses down the side of her neck.

“Down the hall… to the left…” She breathlessly murmured as his lips met hers once more.

She heard him kick the door shut behind them before turning and pressing her back against it. Her feet touched the ground as his hands pushed her shirt over her head. Another passionate kiss was shared as she worked on undoing his belt and jeans while Beau quickly worked on getting his button down undone. He pulled the white tank over his head as she began to push his pants down towards the floor.

Suddenly he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed behind them. She landed in a fit of giggles that faded as soon as she saw the glorious naked man in front of her. Her eyes traveling down his well toned body and noticing new scars that decorated his skin. One particular scar on his shoulder looked newer than the others.

His eyes followed hers to the scar and there was a longing in them from the memory she could see running in his head.

“Want to talk about it?” She asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

“No. I want you to take off the rest of your clothes,” He shook his head climbing over her, “so I can make love to you.”

In a few swift movements Beau had her bare and she was reminded of the scars she bore. Immediately she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to move away from him.

“Are these… are these from your ex?” Beau gently took her hands in his and moved them from around her, “He hurt you.”

The pain in his voice made her eyes well up, “The physical scars are nothing compared to the mental ones. He… broke me, Beau. I’m damaged. Now’s your chance to run if you want and I don’t blame you.”

(Y/N) watched his trembling hands brush against the longest of scars on her side. He leaned down pressing his lips to it, taking her by surprise. With each kiss he placed on her scars more tears fell down her cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere except to kick that guy’s ass when I get the first chance.” He wiped the tears from her face.

“Reminded of the woman I used to be. The carefree and happy woman. The one that always felt wild and free. The one who loved without hesitation.”

Beau settled himself between her legs and the weight of him was comforting to (Y/N). She ran her fingers over the scar on his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

He chuckled, “I’m supposed to be asking you that.”

She nodded as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. The world stopped for a moment as everything aligned into perfection. Beau and her. Together as it was always meant to be. Desperately, (Y/N) tried to commit every feeling and sound to memory. However, it was his right olive eyes lovingly looking down at her that would be the last she remembered.

A dark figure from above them stood pointing her dad’s Winchester at them.

“I told you if I couldn’t have then no one could.”

“BEAU!” She screamed.

A single shot rang throughout the room and everything went black.

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[ushiluv]

Good Little Girl 

step-daddy!atsumu x reader 

recently divorced, your mom was quick to find a new boy toy to spend her time with, but what happens when that boy toy finds interest in you? (wc: 1635)

warnings 

somnophilia (kinda?), creepy tsumu, overstimulation, age gap (reader is an adult), one (1) pussy slap and one (1) face slap, dumbification, reader has female anatomy, size kink, nipple play, breeding kinda, sex with no protection... also NOT proof read (yet)

note from the author 

this is the first smut i’ve ever published pls lmk what you think about it and what i could improve! always open to criticism 

The divorce did not take as big of a toll on your mom as you thought it would. You thought that being cheated on by her husband of 20 years would ruin her life but it didn’t, quite the contrary actually.

When you met Atsumu, you didn’t really know what to think. 28 years old and a career already secured, you wondered what he and your mother had in common. The age gap between them was big, big enough to make people’s eyes widen at the revelation of it, but neither him or your mom seemed to care.

Atsumu was quick to develop an interest in you. Who wouldn’t? You were everything he wanted and more; the thought of the woman he was dating was already far gone for him, he wanted you and what Atsumu wants, Atsumu gets. That probably explains the lingering touches on your body, the far too heavy stares on you, the weird interest in your love life. You couldn’t deny that the attention he gave you didn’t make you feel a little funny on the inside. Atsumu was a clearly attractive and successful man, but it felt wrong. Wrong, but not wrong enough for you to play with yourself at night, wishing it was his fingers instead of yours, and fantasizing about a reality where you two could be a couple.  

Little muffled moans left your mouth, it was late at night, your mom and her boyfriend already fast asleep. With a hand on your mouth and the other down your pretty baby blue panties, you started wondering how Atsumu’s hands would feel, how his calloused experienced hands would toy with you. The thought was enough to bring you to the edge and you finally released with a whimper of his name leaving your pretty lips. Too tired to move, you fell asleep in the same position, one hand on your stomach and the other on your naked chest.

Atsumu was a morning person. Getting out of the bed he shared with the woman next to him last night, he made his way to your room, hoping to catch a glimpse of you before the day started. Slightly pushing your bedroom door, the sight in front of him left him breathless. Your nipples were perked due to the cold temperature of the room, your sleeping face was so peaceful and calm, Atsumu felt his boxers getting tighter. He didn’t know what pushed him to do his next move, he knew deep down it was wrong but he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He welcomed himself inside your room and quietly closed the door behind him.

“You’re so pretty” he whispered to himself as he placed a knee on your bed and leaned down. A hand of his came up to your face to push away a few strands of hair, letting him catch a better view of you. He placed a kiss on your forehead, “Gonna take good care of you.”

He was quick to kiss the skin of your boobs, warming them up for his hot tongue. He would look up at you once in a while, checking if his ministrations had woken you up but you were still in deep sleep. Feeling bolder, he opened his mouth and let himself suck on your left nipples, coating the little bud with his saliva. He couldn’t stop himself from biting down a bit, causing a little whimper to leave your mouth. He smirked to himself as he continued toying with your chest.

The weight on your chest began to be hard to ignore. Opening your eyes slowly, the sight in front of you almost made you believe you were still dreaming.

“T-tsumu?” your voice was quiet and sleepy, but it only made his cock twitch.

“Shh pretty girl” he kissed your jaw “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

You nodded. Taking this as a sign, Atsumu properly straddled your hips and helped you take off your shirt.

He let out a breath. “Bet you’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at me when your mom is away.” his voice was raspy and soft, he tried to keep it down. “You’re a dirty girl, you know that? Fantasizing about your mother’s boyfriend.” a low chuckle left his mouth as your cheeks turned a bright red colour.

He left a kiss on your forehead and lowered his hand down your body until it reached your crotch. He didn’t break eye contact with you as his hand toyed with the hem of your cotton panties. With a finger, he circled your clit and hummed as he felt the sticky wetness that slowly grew on the fabric.

“You’re soaking wet. Gonna let me ruin your pretty panties? Gonna let me make a mess out of you?”

You were about to respond but the only sound that left your mouth was a loud moan caused by how two of his fingers pinched your clit. “Please touch me.” you breathed.

“But I am touching you, baby. You gotta be more precise, use your words.”

“Please touch me properly, daddy, I’ll do anything.”

Cooing at your begging attempt, he pushed your panties aside and pushed two fingers inside of you. The tightness made him groan and the sound only made you clench around him.

“I can’t wait to destroy you” he mumbled to himself. His fingers started going in and out of you as his thumb played with your little bundle of nerve. Your little whimpers started growing louder and he wanted nothing more to hear you scream his name but he couldn’t afford getting caught either. He leaned down to press a messy open mouthed kiss on your lips, his fingers still toying with your cunt.

“If you want daddy to keep playing with you, you have to keep quiet.” he said against your lips. You slightly nodded and brought a hand to your mouth, hoping it would lower your sounds.

Feeling you get tighter around his two fingers, he let a globule of spit fall in your cunt, making everything even messier. The sight it was enough to bring you over the edge. You climaxed over his fingers with a hand on your mouth while a few praises left his mouth and traveled to your ears.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” he removed his hand from your messy hole and gave a small tap to your clit. The gesture made you flinch. “Came around daddy’s fingers with no shame.”

Seeing him bring his fingers to your mouth, you parted your lips open and invited them in. Your tongue swirled around his two digits and you could feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. Grabbing his wrist with two hands, you removed his fingers from your mouth.

“Wanna make daddy feel good now.” you said, looking up at him.

Atsumu swore he lost his mind at that moment. Without wasting any time, he lowered his boxers to his thighs and let his cock spring free. With wide eyes, you wondered if you would be able to take him. He started playing with you using the tip of his cock, sliding it through your wet folds.

“Is it gonna fit?” you asked with a small voice.

“Hm?” Atsumu was mesmerized by how tiny your cunt looked next to him. “We’ll make it fit.”

As he said those words, he pushed slightly into your hole. The tip made it past your entrance. Seeing the tears in your eyes, Atsumu smirked to himself.

“You’re doing so good, doll. Taking me so good” he pushed a bit more, “The worst is already over lemme bottom out, baby, please” he begged as he waited for any form of consent from you. When you nodded your head, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. With one swift motion, his cock was finally fully inside you. You could feel his tip kissing your cervix and that one spot even you have a hard time to reach. It’s when he started moving that you felt yourself completely lost.

“ ‘so… is so good” you breathed.

“Yeah? Princess is going stupid over her daddy’s cock?” he gave a light slap to your right cheek “Look at you drooling like a dumb puppy.” he chuckled.

He kept drilling into you, muttering a few curse words and groaning when he felt your gummy walls clench around him. He started rubbing messy circles on your clit with three fingers, all thought of waking up your mom were already forgotten, he just wanted to feel you cum around his dick no matter how loud you two were being.

“I’m almost there daddy” you said as your nails dipped into his forearms.

“Cum for me, baby, wanna feel you cream”. He groaned

A few more thrusts were enough to make you come undone around him. The clenching of your cunt had him spill his load inside you. With his cock still in your warmth, he let himself fall on you, hugging your body closer to his. None of you said anything for a few minutes, still recuperating from the shock of your orgasms. He leaned back again and slowly removed his dick from your pussy, taking a mental picture of how you clenched around nothing as some of his cum spilled out of your hole. He put his boxers back to place and replaced your panties into their original position. 

He patted your crotch.“Keep it inside you, don’t want you to waste a drop.”

You hummed, too dizzy to hold a proper conversation. Suddenly, a sense of panic took over you. “Wait daddy, I’m not on the pill.” 

“I know, baby.” he placed a kiss on your forehead and left your room as quietly as he entered it.

[bemylord]

↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

word counter: 3.2k

rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕‿◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

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↳ back to the main master list.

i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.

[bonknigirlinthehood]

What he needs to understand

About: Zhongli was about to go to work when you suddenly throw a tantrum at him, forcing him to stay.

Pairings: Dad!Zhongli x GN!Child!reader

Tags/Warnings: Family Dynamics, father-child dynamics, gender neutral reader, Fluff.

A/N: Another Zhongli and his child fluff. Idk how tf i write this in between his smut fic, and somehow i finished this at 4 am in the morning.

Zhongli had fostered many children under his care throughout his years of living, growing them into an adult that will benefit Liyue. And so, he really was thought it will no different from raising you, his biological child, and yet it turns out to be way more, and more difficult, to raise his own child than foster children as he did back then.

It was a fine morning in Liyue Harbor. Zhongli, a Consultant from Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, already prepared to go to work. On the dining table there's food ready to eat, but not for him, It's for his child who apparently just wake up when he was about to leave. You opened the door to the dining room, still sleepy, only to find your father already done wearing his shoes.

"Good morning, dear. Breakfast is ready, you should eat first, Ms.Lianyi will come shortly after" He notices your presence and smiles warmly, but there seems to be something with you because he also noticed your sour expression.

"My dear, is there something wrong?, Are you sick?" He asks worriedly, he immediately took off his shoes again to approach you.

"Why didn't you wake me up before you had breakfast, daddy?" You pout at him, your little dragon tail swinging behind you with upset. "You always like this, I want to have breakfast with you too!"

"I thought you still wanted to sleep?, You seem tired so i thought you need more rest" Zhongli wipes your face and stroke your messy hair, He can see that you are pretty upset, but he cannot understand why, considering usually you have no problem with him letting you sleep more. In fact, he thought all children like to sleep more in the morning, so he is a bit confused on why you are upset.

Zhongli was about to ask you when you suddenly hoofed onto him and hug him tight.

"Don't go to work daddy" 

He is even more confused upon hearing it. Why you act like this all of a sudden?, He doesn't understand.

"Dear, why are you suddenly like this?, You know I have to go to work today. I can't stay, besides, your caretaker is about to arrive in few minutes, you should wash and prepare to study" 

"I don't want to study!, I don't want to be with Miss Lianyi today!, I want to be with you today!" Suddenly, you start throwing tantrum and whining at him, making him frown in disapproval. 

"Y/n, you shouldn't act like this, daddy doesn't like it if you keep throwing tantrum"

Honestly, you almost stop when he said that, but you decided you don't want to stop.

"No!, I don't want you to go to work!, I don't want I don't want I don't want!" You start thrashing on his chest, hitting him with your little fist, much to his dislike.

"Y/n, if you don't stop I will be mad. I was already late, I can't have you throwing tantrum this early in the morning-" Zhongli stops, realizing his harsh tone. He cursed himself mentally and continue talking with lower voice, "..tell me what's wrong, my child"

You stop thrashing, burying your face in his chest, sobbing. 

"...don't go daddy..." 

Your father sigh, he really doesn't understand what is happening with you today. Usually you are such a good and obedient kid, eating breakfast with your caretaker and either studying or playing for the rest of the day. Is this matter related to him somehow?, Did he do something wrong yesterday to cause you so much upset?.

He was about to ask you another question about it when a knock can be heard from the front door. Realizing who is it, Zhongli immediately picks you up and opens the door. Your Caretaker is here and her greeting smile suddenly turns into worry when she sees you clinging to Zhongli and he hasn’t gone to work yet.

“Did something happen, Mr. Zhongli? Is little bao sick?” she asks worriedly. Zhongli shakes his head, he then invites her to come inside and explain what had happened.

“I...So little baobao won’t let you go to work, and has been clinging to you this whole time?” 

Zhongli nodded, despite you still clinging tightly to his neck, his hand also didn't stop supporting your body so you won’t fall.

“That’s right...and I honestly have no idea what wrong I did to her to make her this upset...Do you perhaps have any idea, Miss Lianyi?” He asks, He looks a bit sad and confused mixed, but his strong facade almost made it impossible to notice.

“I...I probably have an idea why little Y/n acting like this” she said, not so sure. But Zhongli immediately snaps his head to face her with a curious expression. "May I hear it, Miss Lianyi?, I think as her caretaker, you may know things I, her father don't" there's a bit of glimmer in Zhongli's eyes, eager to know. 

"U-uh...well, Mr. Zhongli, for the times I've been taking care of little bao, I've noticed sometimes, they will always waiting near the window…,waiting for you"

"Waiting for me?" Zhongli raises his eyebrows.

"Yes, I think they were feeling pretty lonely because you rarely at home. You see, you always go to work very early in the morning and go home pretty late at night, causing you two to barely have any conversation. And I think it's pretty normal behavior for children to want their parents to spend more time with them. Little bao must be missed you so much" 

Lianyi was done answering, while Zhongli was still trying to digest the newfound information. Throughout his life, every child he had fostered acted very differently, but neither of them ever had such feelings for him. They are always such obedient kids, always eager to learn and be useful for the world. What was the difference?Is it because you are his biological child?So the bond between you two is different?Zhongli needs to understand this or else he won't be able to understand you more. And as a father, it is his responsibility to be able to take care and understand his own child like the back of his hand.

"...Thank you for the information, Ms. Lianyi, I didn't know Y/n was feeling like that this entire time. I should be more cautious about it." He sighs and looks back at you, who are now sleeping again on his shoulder, probably too tired after all the crying. He puts you back to your bed, and after having a brief talk with Lianyi, your caretaker goes back home, leaving you and Zhongli alone. Your father writes some letter for Hu Tao, notifying her he wouldn't be able to go to work that day and asking her to reschedule all of his appointments. 

It's already noon when you finally wake up, and the first thing that goes into your head is if you are alone again. You jump out of the bed and run to the living room, but your father is nowhere to be seen. You let out a sulky pout and grumble, but then the door to Zhongli's room opens and the man steps out. He is still using his usual attire, just without the coat. Upon seeing him, you feel so happy because he is finally at home with you, but when you just about to leap into him you immediately feel embarrassed and awkward, knowing he was here because you threw a tantrum earlier that day, causing him to be unable to go to work and being forced to stay at home with you.

When he noticed you didn't come to him and just stay still, he approached you with a worried expression, asking what was wrong.

"My dear…,is there something wrong?Are you still mad at me?Do you want to eat something?" 

You fidget your fingers behind your back, your tail hidden between the legs. You didn't dare to look at him, still feeling embarrassed and all despite knowing how soft and kind your father was towards you. And after a few minutes you finally gaining courage to talk to him.

"Daddy..?” you whisper slowly.

“Yes, dear?” 

“I-i’m sorry...i didn’t mean to be a bad kid today...i just..i just…” You cannot continue your words, somehow feel too embarrassed to say it. But Zhongli, being as sharp as he is, quickly catch what you meant and smiles softly. 

“It’s alright, i understand” He caresses your head, his ungloved hand feels warm and soft to the touch. “I’m sorry, I should understand your needs more. I’ll try to make more time to spend with you together in the future”.

You can feel your cheek feel warmer, mix of embarrassment and happiness. Your plump cheeks are now as red as peach fruit. Zhongli pulls you into a hug, feeling the warmth of your body, and the comfortable feeling of the part of his soul being so close to him, heart to heart. He now understands why his late wife was so nervous and scared to leave their only child in his hand despite knowing how old and cultivated he is. She was scared this kind of thing will happen someday, because raising his foster children in fact, are different from raising his own blood and flesh. You are just almost as stubborn as him and she is probably afraid the two of you won’t get along nicely. But as always, Zhongli finds his ways to solve problems.

“Let’s eat dinner at Wanmin Restaurant tonight” He says, and you smile wide, your tail wiggling happily. “Yes, papa!” you giggles, your father can’t help but feel ticklish in the heart at how sweet your smile is. Right, he swore to protect that smile ever since you were a baby.

“But you need a bath first” He clears his throat, and without waiting for your reactions he just scoops you out from the floor and brings you to the bathroom. You whine and just resigned to the situation as Zhongli scrubs your body (especially your tail) to wash you clean. He always told you that young dragons need to scrub their body a lot because they are constantly renewing their skin to make it thicker and stronger, so you need to take a bath everyday and scrub your whole body to clean out the older skin so it won’t pile up. And Zhongli always likes it whenever he is just done bathing you. Your skin looks brighter and smoother, and your tail looks shinier, much to his liking. 

Not to mention how proud he is whenever he gets the chance to show you off to the people of Liyue. They always praise you at how cute and how much you resemble your father, but whenever someone tries to pinch your cheeks he is always quick to hold you back close to him. He sure doesn’t want to let anyone touch his one and only child.

With every passing days, Zhongli always learns something new about you. And even though your little self likes the attention your father gives you, in the future you probably will start hating it, and Zhongli will need another solution to solve your adolescence and puberty. But surely, surely he always enjoys seeing you growing up under his care.

[hxt1b]

Know Your Type

Jaehyun x Reader 

Requested Prompt 21 "you want me to go out with him" 

Genre: Angst, College AU

Warning: Swearing, Smut 

WC: 2.3k

Masterlist 

Prompt List, for any requests you guys may have. I'm currently taking them again!

A/N: I apologize for the grammatical issues I did read it over but some things may have still slipped through. 

I hope you guys like this, please let me know what you think! Feedback is appreciated. 

"I know what type of guys you like." Jaehyun boasted. You scoffed at him, he most definitely did not. 

"Fine then point at a guy you want me to go out with. Since you know my type so well. If you guess right I'll ask him out." You challenged. It wasn't that Jaehyun didn't know you. He did, he just didn't know who you liked because you couldn't look at him and tell him it was, in fact, him. 

Too many thoughts would go through your head every time you thought about telling him. The fact that he could reject you and then you'd lose a friend was terrifying to you. So you stayed quiet. 

"Him," Jaehyun said and pointed at a boy across the room, he was tucked into the corner an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips as he tapped away at his phone. 

You knew him, Lucas was a great guy. A great guy with a girlfriend. 

"You want me to go out with him?"  You couldn't help but laugh, your shoulder bumped into his as you did. 

"He has a girlfriend." You said, "Plus he's not the guy I like." Jaehyun froze next to you. 

"You like someone?" 

Suddenly the couch you were sitting on wasn't big enough for the two of you. You didn't realize you'd said that, he'd just been trying to demonstrate your type. 

"No." 

"But you said you did." 

You couldn't reply to that. So you just stared at him as his face lit up. 

"Tell me who." He said his face getting closer to yours. 

"No." You deadpanned, and he frowned. 

"I bet you I can get you to tell if you have enough shots." You narrowed your eyes at his challenge again. Before you let him know that it was game on. 

This was how you and Jaehyun worked. Playful bets placed practically all the time, every little aspect of life was a game, and honestly, you liked it that way. You liked the way he laughed when he won, the dimply smiles that would adorn his face for the rest of the day. You liked the way he pouted when he lost, the complaining that would ensue was also something you wouldn't change. You liked the way he answered your phone and if he missed the call he called back within seconds. You liked that he called you randomly sometimes, a random 'I bet…' followed by something insane would leave his mouth and you'd always play into it. You liked him, everything about him and you loved your friendship. It was hard but you wouldn't ever tell him you liked him. Because you couldn't give him up. 

Jaehyun and you sat in a random room in the house, a huge bottle of vodka in-between you. The bottle was once full, you'd and Jaehyun had drank a considerable amount. 

"So Y/N, who do you like?" Jaehyun asked his words slightly slurred, the effects of the alcohol in full force. You stared at him, taking in the lift of his mouth as he smirked at you, the way his left dimple appeared as he did so. 

You unconsciously were leaning into him. 

"And if I tell you what do I get?" You asked your hand digging into the carpet in between you as your weight settled onto it. 

Jaehyun lowered his head to yours so that his nose was almost brushing yours. 

"You get to know that your best friend in the whole wide world will wingman you." 

"And what if that meant you'd be wing manning me for yourself?" You asked, your voice soft as the words left you. 

Jaehyun looked at you slowly registering the words that left you. Anxiety rolled in your stomach as you watched him blink at you. 

Fuck.

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

You knew you shouldn't have told him. 

Jaehyun cleared his throat as leaned away from him. 

"You like me?" He asked, you turned your head away from him. Suddenly all the alcohol in your system was gone. You slowly nodded, not being able to look back at him. 

He cleared his throat again, the silence was drowning you as the discomfort in the room grew. Eventually, Jaehyun pulled his phone out of his pocket. Tapping at his screen a few times as he got up. 

"So I- I just got a text from Jungwoo he needs me." You closed your eyes. 

Fuck vodka. 

"I'll see you tomorrow." 

But you didn't.

You didn't see him for a week. The first day you left him alone, the second day you thought maybe something had happened considering Jungwoo had called him that night. So you texted him, he didn't reply. You texted him again only to be left on read. The third day you tried calling him, that failed as well. You very quickly realized he was ignoring you. 

He came into your shared class on Wednesday followed by Jungwoo, and they sat with you. But Jungwoo sat in the middle and Jaehyun left halfway through the class. You didn't try after that, you didn't know how. 

Your head hurt that day because you couldn't help but cry. You knew you were right not to tell him, you knew you were right about the fact that the moment you told him you'd lose him. 

The opening of your apartment door drew you from your thoughts. Doyoung walked in holding a bag of takeout in his hand. 

"You look like shit." He said as his eyes swept over you. You laughed at his words. 

"Thanks." 

Doyoung set the takeout on the coffee table before heading into your kitchen to grab cutlery. 

"He ignored me in class on Wednesday." You said as you looked down at your hands. Your eyes stinging again. 

"You'd think that he would know how to act like an adult. If he doesn't like you back he doesn't have to cut you off." 

You nodded, but he had. Because that was how Jaehyun was. 

"Every girl I become friends with always ruins it by falling in love with me," Jaehyun grumbled as he sat across from you. 

"Humble." You muttered. 

"I'm not joking like I don't mean it as a prick. I just mean I want someone I can be friends with, without them wanting to suck my dick." You looked at him your eyebrows raising. 

Eventually, you rolled your eyes, a chuckle leaving you. "You want a girl to not want you for sex. How ironic."  

"Listen I sleep with girls," He started. 

"A lot go girls," You interjected  

"But I don't pretend to be their friend." He finished. 

"Such a saint you are Jaehyun." 

You weren't close back then, you grew close though over the year since then. To the point that you were inseparable. Until now. 

"Whatever forget him, let's drown in food," Doyoung said, he didn't make it to the couch before the apartment door was opening again. 

Only two people besides you had a key, one of them was already in the apartment. 

You stared at Jaehyun as he looked at Doyoung. 

"Oh, you're here." He said. 

"Yes, I'm here," Doyoung replied. 

"Sorry, I shouldn't have just shown up I guess." He said and retreated out of the apartment. You stared at Doyoung, who let out a loud sigh. 

"Okay fine, go after him. I'm going to start eating though." You nodded as you shot out of your spot on the couch. 

Slipping into a pair of flip flips you charged out the door. The elevator closed as you rounded the corner. So you settled for the stairs. 

You looked crazy, you knew you did. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt with stains on it, you weren't wearing any pants you just had on your underwear. Your eyes were swollen from the crying earlier, and your hair was up in a messy bun. Well, half of it was. 

You stopped to breathe as you hit the main floor, your throat hurting from your lack of air. Somewhere in your brain, you were looking at yourself wondering what the fuck you were doing. But at the forefront of your mind was Jaehyun. 

You pushed out the doors seeing him walking to his car. 

"Hey!" You called running down the few steps as he stopped right beside his car. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You asked loudly, as you charged towards him. 

"I-" You cut him off before he could even truly start. 

"No actually, fuck you. You ignored me for a week. Then you chose to show up without a text, let alone a call. So what I told you I liked you and that's it? You forced me to tell you!"  

You were frantic, and angry and needed to yell at him because if you weren't yelling you would cry. You didn't even care if the people sitting in their apartments heard the commotion and looked out. 

Jaehyun stood silently in front of you fiddling with his keys. 

"Am I really that awful, that if I did like you the only option you'd have is; run away?" You asked, finally letting your voice quiet down as your confidence faded. Your brain being hit with the fact that he may have come to grab his things. The few things he'd left around your apartment. Like his hoodie, his many pairs of socks, the t-shirt you were in right now. 

"No," He finally answered. His eyes finally coming up to your face. 

"Then why have you been ignoring me?" You asked, your eyes stinging again as you tried not to cry. 

Jaehyun took a step towards you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him. You let him. 

"I had to think. I needed to think about what you said." He said, his head resting on top of yours. You thought about pushing him away. You thought about storming back into your apartment and leaving him here, but you wanted to be in his arms you couldn't push away. So instead you grabbed his t-shirt tightly and pulled him closer to you. 

"I like you too, Y/N." He spoke softly, "I was just shocked when you said it to me at the party. I didn't know how to react so I ran. I'm so sorry for ignoring you. I know I'm a dick. I know I'll have to make it up to you and I will." 

"You were shocked so you decided that not talking to me was the way to go?" You asked, your voice muffled into his chest. 

"I never said I was smart." He said making you softly giggle. 

"You like me?" You asked turning your head up and looking at him. He nodded down at you. 

"Yes." 

Maybe you were too quick to give in, maybe you weren't. All you knew was that a week's worth of trouble boiled down to a few words and you weren't willing to draw it out any longer. You could talk about it more later if you wanted to right now you just wanted him to hold you. You hadn't seen him for a week and you hated it. 

He pressed his lips to yours gently, cautiously. But you quickly deepened the kiss, letting your tongue move across his bottom lip before letting him push his tongue against yours. 

You moaned softly against him, your arms snaking around his neck as you pulled him closer to you. Jaehyun hit the side of the car as you two continued to kiss, his hands moving to your ass and pulling you flush against him. You could feel him hardening between you both. Your hips moving on their own grinding against him. 

His lips left your mouth leaving hot kisses down the side of your jaw. 

"It's cold." You whined as the cold air hit the trail of saliva he was leaving in his wake. Pulling his face away from you he unlocked his car. 

"Doy-" 

"He can wait." He said as he pulled open the back door and ushered you in. He scrambled in after you pulling you onto his lap as he did so. 

"Fuck your so hot." He said. You giggled down at him. 

"I'm in a stained t-shirt." You said as Jaehyun's hands crawled underneath it finding your boobs. You moaned when his cold fingers pinched at your nipples. 

Your hands went to his crotch, palming him through his sweats drawing soft grunts from him. You looked up at his face as he moved his hands to your face bringing your mouth back down to his. 

You pulled his erection out of his sweats bringing him to your clothed core and rubbing the head of his cock against yourself. Jaehyun hissed at your actions, his hand moving to the nape of your neck. 

Jaehyun's other hand moved towards your core, pushing your underwear aside so that he could feel you on his cock. He bucked his hips up towards you. You moaned against him as he began to move between your folds coating his cock in your slick. 

The tip of his dick hitting your clit with every move he made. Your mouth moved away from his, panting you looked down at where he was moving against you. 

"Fuck." You muttered. Your head spinning with each of his movements. 

A loud knocking on his car window scared you, your hands pulling Jaehyun to you as you both look out the car window. 

Doyoung was staring down at you both. 

"I'm going home." He said loud enough for you both to hear. "You two can move upstairs." 

You laughed down at Jaehyun as Doyoung walked away. 

"Were you going to leave after you fucked me?" You asked as you moved off him. Your brain going back to thinking in overdrive. Jaehyun grabbed your wrist pulling your hand to him and forcing you to look at him. His cock tucked away now. 

"I'm sorry I ignored you. I do not plan on doing it again. I swear." You nodded at him and got out of the car, waiting for him to follow you. 

"So you know what type of guys I like huh?" You asked as he used his key to get into your building. 

"Yeah babe, you like douche bags." He said and smiled down at you, dimples and all. You bit the corner of your lip to try to not laugh. Yet you laughed anyway. 

[songmingisthighs]

[19.06] mafia!hongjoong × reader

⇀ you were interested in hongjoong, a notorious leader of a very successful mafia organization. sadly he didn't see you that way. if only he knew the true you before making a rash judgement

⇁ tw : mafia life, angst, mentions of black market activities, death, violence, dark stuff. read at your own risk.

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author’s imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

The door to Hongjoong's office opened and in walked his right hand, with a teasing smirk on his face. Hongjoong looked up from the paperwork on his desk and looked up to the man with a raised eyebrow, "what are you smirking at?" he questioned.

Seonghwa nodded his head towards the door, "there's someone here for you," he said whilst holding onto his laughter. Hongjoong shifted his gaze from his friend to the door and then back to him again, "who?" "your girlfriend," Seonghwa teased.

Before Hongjoong could throw anything at him, though, Seonghwa had run off, laughing heartily.

Not long after, you came into his office with a wide smile. As per usual, you were dressed to impress, head to toe with a black and white vintage channel mini skirt and blazer, adorned with a channel necklace and earrings. As you walked in, Wooyoung, one of Hongjoong's trusted men, looked at your passing figure with mouth hanging low and a starstruck look on his face. But you didn't care, you only had eyes for Hongjoong.

It has been roughly five months since you started dropping into Hongjoong's office. Your dad, an equally highly successful head of the mafia from where you're from, wanted you to get married to expand his business and make more allies. He gave you several options but you were immediately intrigued by Hongjoong, one of the mafia heads he made a partnership with by providing him with weapons. The comprehensive file your dad gave you did Hongjoong no justice so you decided to get to know him for real.

Unluckily, Hongjoong is very secretive and protective of himself and his family (re: his brothers; his most trusted men in the mafia). He had been betrayed so many times before and his thirst for revenge both became his strength and downfall. While he managed to build a highly acclaimed mafia organization at such a young age, he closed off everyone who he deemed not worthy of his attention even after only seeing them for less than five minutes.

Sadly, that included you. You weren't the only one who got a comprehensive file on the other, he too had one of you. A straight-A student from Wharton with hobbies consisting of horseback riding and charity? He wondered whether you were preparing to take over your dad's mafia or to steal the Crown of England and be its ruler.

Hongjoong tried his best to hold in a groan of annoyance but even so, some still escaped him and you heard it. Though you were used to it so you just ignored him.

"Hi, Joong," you grinned widely at him, walking in and putting a medium-sized box of cake on his desk after closing his door. "Don't call me Joong," he grumbled.

In all honesty, your bubblegum personality sickened him. He knows for a fact that no one is that happy-go-lucky and excited and has rainbows shooting out of their asses 24/7. So there has to be something you were hiding from him.

You only chuckled at his response, "You're a sourpuss, you know that? You're gonna have wrinkles before you hit thirty if you keep frowning all the time like that," you said as you focused yourself on opening the cake box.

Inside it was the cake you made for him. All the times you visited him, you never made him something from scratch. You were trained to be the head of a mafia organization one day, not in the kitchen. So that cake was the very first thing you made and you were beyond proud of yourself.

"Look," Hongjoong exhaled sharply, starting to get annoyed even before you did anything, "You came at a bad time, I need to get a hundred thousand things done before tonight, in case you didn't realize, my organization is-" "in the brink of war with Stray Kids, I know, I've read the reports," you simply said, hands moving to cut the cake in front of you to hand to him.

"I have connections with the leader's soft spot, the foreigner one, I can make a deal that would help your case if you would jus-"

"NO!!!!" he yelled out, slamming his hands onto his desk, startling you so much that you accidentally dropped your knife and stepped back a little.

Maybe it was the stress of having to deal with things alone, or maybe it's just him finally snapping from overthinking about you, but one thing's for sure is that he had had enough. He needed to put you in your place.

"You may be your daddy's little princess back home, all dressed in white and pink and lace, showered with Channels, Tiffanys and your hoity-toity prestigious Wharton degree. But here, you're nothing, got me? You understood nothing about having to work your ass off to get the recognition and rewards you deserve, you had your daddy behind you this whole time and that's very convenient for you. But don't come here and act like you know shit, okay? Our worlds are different, you came from a cotton candy palace, I came from the ditch, your opinion means less than shit to me," he spat out so quickly, he didn't realize that your expression changed to something that he had never seen before.

Your eyes were blank and glazed, lips slightly quivering and chest heaving.

Hongjoong thought that he had really put you in your place and he was about to celebrate the fact that he might finally drove you away when you opened your mouth.

"Cotton candy palace? Not understanding having to work my ass off?" you choked out.

At first, Hongjoong thought you were gonna cry. But a sadistic, maniacal laugh resonated in the room from where you were doubled over, holding onto your stomach.

It was Hongjoong's turn to be stunned into silence.

"Oh my god, I thought you were smarter than that," you muttered as you calmed down, wiping tears from the corner of your eyes, "you think that this is who I am?" you asked with a raised eyebrow at him.

Hongjoong was confused about whether or not he should speak. It was the first time anyone had ever stunned Hongjoong and Hongjoong didn't know what to do.

"I was born from a girl who was en route to be sold in a human trafficking ring, I came out premature and was about to be sold to a satanic cult as their sacrifice but my 'dad' 'rescued' me. I was stored in a facility with thirty other children, we were trained to be assassins since before we could walk, brainwashed with ideals that ruined our brains. One by one, each year some of us were taken out if we show a lack of improvement or no promise," as you talked, you took off your earrings and necklace and put them on Hongjoong's desk.

While you ran a hand through your messy hair, you stared into him deeply, "I was seven when I first killed someone, my last competition. She was two years older than me and she was sold by her parents for coke money, or as the warden told us. We were reminded every day of how worthless we are so we wouldn't rebel and escape. But even in despair, I wanted something more. That's where daddy came in. He was impressed with me and he took me in as his daughter, telling people one of his whores were pregnant with me to assure my legitimacy. I was schooled in my own private red room. I had to fight for my right as a human being, I made deals with my dad to be able to go out with bodyguard escorts for only an hour every month,"

Hongjoong's eyes followed your hands that gripped onto the edge of your skirt, "did your little binder wrote that I went on my first official mission when I was just twelve? My dad cut the ballet lesson that I trade in for 120 hours of combat training short to gear me up, put me in a room of adult men and sent me off to plant an active bomb in 5 minutes in an air vent of the headquarters of his rival, crazy, right?" you chuckled humorlessly whilst ripping your skirt off to reveal your black shorts inside, a knife and a gun holstered on your thighs were revealed, making Hongjoond's eyes widened.

He never would have imagined someone like you to carry weapons under your very girly outfit. Or to even have such a traumatizing backstory.

"My whole appearance is compensation for my very dark upbringing, I wanted to hide it all. My dad told me I was stupid, that I belonged in the dark, dark world. But when I went to Wharton, I tried to change myself. I thought that I might be able to be the person I wanna be by marrying someone my dad approved so I don't have to take over wholly, I could just be the voice by the side, lending my skills and help the organization indirectly,"

You looked down at your heels clad feet for a second, letting your toes point and moving them from left to right to see what it looks like.

At this point, Hongjoong felt bad for having blown up at you. You had only wanted to spend time with him and even if he didn't want to see you, he could've said it nicely. Hongjoong never felt like this before, it was very weird for him.

He was about to walk over to you when you suddenly took your heels off in a flash and threw them both at Hongjoong so hard that it embedded deep into the wall on either side of his face.

Your usual smile was replaced with a frown, the eyes that usually twinkled showed nothing but darkness. He barely recognized you and he was on edge about it.

"You made your standing with me perfectly clear, Kim Hongjoong, while my dad is one to stop things before they become an issue, I like to see how things unravel," you smirked at him.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, not being able to process anything.

"It means that your partnership with my dad is off, good luck finding a new weapons supplier," you spat out before turning around to leave the room, leaving traces of yourself behind at his office.

Hongjoong wanted to call after you, try to make things better somehow. But his head still couldn't even wrap around the shocking information you had just revealed.

Not long after you left, Yeosang came in but stopped at the door, scanning the room that was littered with remnants of you. "What the fuck happened here? Did a hooker tried to kill you!?" he asked, still confused at the situation.

When Yeosang looked up, he saw Hongjoong in a way he had never seen him before.

Nervous.

"I-I- I think I just forged a war between us and the largest mafia weapons manufacturer on the eastern hemisphere," he uttered out.

[itsallyscorner]

Hello. Could I request a Chris Evans x reader, where they have a little girl and she finds out that peple kiss under the mistletoe. So she's always running around the house with it playing matchmaker (obviously everyone is taller than her) and she's like: "Now you have to kiss."

This is the cutest request!! Omg🥺❤️ Thank you, hun! I hope you enjoy it🎄❤️

💌.

Under The Mistletoe

Major dad!Chris

(Gif from @cevanscentral )

Ever since Chris had hung the mistletoe up in the living room’s doorway, it had always caught the curious eyes of your sweet Audrey. Your daughter, like her father, was always full of wonder and anticipated to learn new things. She was always curious about her surroundings and had a never ending amount of questions.

Lately, the mistletoe had been the subject of her thoughts. She would wonder what the purpose of the mistletoe was and why it was hung in the living room doorway instead of the tree. Sometimes the little girl would find herself standing underneath the mistletoe, staring up at it as she tried to come up with some kind of reason as to why it were there.

One day, Chris had found his daughter standing underneath the mistletoe, her big blue eyes sparkling from the lights of the Christmas tree a few feet away from her. A classic Christmas cartoon played on the tv, though it was long forgotten by Audrey.

“Hey jellybean, watcha up to?” He crouched beside his daughter as he followed her line of sight.

“It’s a mistletoe, bean. It comes out during the holidays and whoever is underneath the mistletoe gets a kiss.” He explained to her as he gathered her into his arms. He stood up, resting Audrey on his hip so she could touch the festive plant.

“Do they really need to be kissed?” She continued to quiz her dad.

“Do they really need to be kissed?” She continued to quiz her dad.

“Of course they need to be kissed! It would be a crime if someone doesn’t get kissed underneath the mistletoe!” Chris claimed causing the eyes of his daughter to widen. Suddenly, Audrey cups her dad’s face and presses a giant kiss onto his cheek.

“I can’t go to jail, dada! I’m too young!” His daughter says, a hint of fear in her voice. Chris lets out a heartfelt laugh at his daughter’s reaction. His other hand comes to land on his left pec as he continued to laugh.

You walk out of the laundry room, having just finished throwing in the wet clothes into the dryer.

“Mama!” You heard Audrey whine. You rush to where her voice came from, which was the living room. You enter the room to see Chris red in the face as he tried to stifle his laughs.

“What did you do?” You eyed the two loves of your life. A pout is on Audrey’s lips, her brows softly furrowed together.

“Mama, dada keeps laughing at me!” She wiggles her way out of her dad’s arms and crashes into your legs. Her face was tucked into your thigh in embarrassment.

“And why’s that, babe?” You ask her, running you hands in soothing circles on her back.

“Dada said that if you don’t give kisses under the mistletoe, you go to jail! So I kissed dada’s cheek and he laughed!” An adorable little pout was set on her lips, her arms crossed. You give a look towards Chris, who was now silently laughing in the corner.

“Babe, why’d you laugh at her?” You asked your husband, finding the situation slightly amusing. Knowing your husband, he had probably teased your little girl to the point where she grew upset at him.

“She literally said, ‘I can’t go to jail, I’m too young!’ And proceeds to just press kisses onto my face.” Chris explains through his laughter. A hint of a smile is on your lips, shaking your head at your husband. Crouching down to your daughter’s height you told her, “Don’t listen to half the things your dad tells you, he’s messing with you, bean. You’re not going to go to jail if you don’t kiss anyone under the mistletoe.”

Chris had calmed down and sat beside you on the floor. You daughter glares at him causing him to snort. You roll your eyes before nudging your husband’s shoulder.

“C’mon, babe. It’s funny, our daughter’s a comedian.” Chris sees the smile hinting at your lips, trying to get you to crack.

“Shut up.” You whisper to him through gritted teeth. “Now apologize, you dork.”

Chris tries to recollect himself before looking at Audrey seriously, “Jellybean, I am so sorry for laughing at you and tricking you. It hurt your feelings and I’m sorry.”

Audrey sighs before pressing a light peck on her dad’s forehead, “I forgive you.” Chris wraps his giant arms around your daughter and pulls her into a hug.

Over her shoulder, the goofy look comes back onto his face as he mouths, “So gullible.”

You quietly chuckle as your daughter pulls away from the hug. She turns back to you and a smile is on her face.

“Mama, can I have my own mistletoe?” She asks you, looking at you with those puppy eyes.

“What’s the harm?” You thought to yourself. It was just a plant and she would probably use it on her dolls or stuffed animals. She’ll probably forget about it in a few days.

“Course you can, I’m sure daddy has some leftover decorations in the garage. He might have another mistletoe.” You shrugged as she happily jumped around.

Boy were you wrong.

The mistletoe had become a hit with your daughter. To her, it was her most prized possession. She held onto the mistletoe everywhere she went and used it to her advantage. When she wanted kisses, she would ask one of you to carry her and she would hold the mistletoe to the best of her abilities above your heads. She even taught Dodger that when the mistletoe was above him, it meant a kiss on the cheek for Audrey. Or a lick to the face in Dodger’s eyes. You and Chris enjoyed the fact that something so simple could bring your daughter so much joy. Compared to the dolls and stuffed animals she had, nothing compared to the mistletoe.

Audrey had pride in her mistletoe and showed it off to everyone who entered the house. She made it her own mission to spread more love in the house by making everyone kiss each other with the mistletoe.

This year, Christmas Eve was being held at your household. Chris had suggested it since your shared home was bigger than the other’s houses. Because there were many additional rooms, his siblings and their kids would be able to stay the night for Christmas Day.

The house was full of chatter and Christmas energy. All the kids were running around from room to room as the adults yelled after them to be careful. Dodger was hanging out under the dining room table, taking a break from the energetic kids. The dining room table was full of food, Lisa had arrived at the house earlier in the day to get a headstart on the cooking. Together, the two of you had filled the table with multiple dishes and an assortment of sweets.

You were sat on the couch talking with Carly and Shanna, catching up with each other’s lives. Scott was with Chris, along with his new boyfriend, who was celebrating Christmas with the family this year.

You and Carly were talking about your kids. You had just mentioned the little mistletoe incident that happened a week ago with Audrey and Chris. “Is that why she’s been carrying that mistletoe around?” Carly asked as she motioned to your little girl. She was running around with her cousins, her styled hair now messy, dress sleeves falling past her shoulders, and the mistletoe still enveloped in her hand.

“Honestly, I didn’t know she would grow such an attachment to it. I thought she was going to get over it in a few days and jump on some new craze.” You laughed sipping on your wine.

“I think it’s cute!” Shanna chimed from beside you. The boys had moved into the living room after standing in the dining room. Chris shot you a wink from across the room as he talked to Carly’s husband.

Scott and his boyfriend approached the three of you, a toothy grin on both their faces.

“What are you girls gossipin’ about?” Scott presses a kiss to your cheek and pulls you into a tight hug.

“Oh yeah! This is Steve!” Scott motions to the man beside him who shyly waves at you. “Steve this is (y/n), my sister in law. (Y/n) this is Steve, my boyfriend!”

Instead of going in for a shake, you pulled Steve into a hug, “It’s nice to meet you! We’re glad to have you over for Christmas!” The Evans were really rubbing off on you.

“Likewise, thank you for having me!” Steve hugs you back. The two men sit on the rug as you all fall into a conversation. A half hour in and Audrey comes running into the living room. Her bright eyes spot her uncle Scott, as excitement bubbles in her stomach.

“Uncle Scott!” She runs up to him and wraps her short arms around his neck. Scott chuckles as he hugs his niece back.

“Uncle Scotty, look what I have!” Audrey holds the mistletoe up in pride. Scott’s mouth gaps as he sees the plant.

“Is that a mistletoe!” He moves the plant closer so that he’s getting a better look. What Scott doesn’t notice is that he’s moved the mistletoe directly above him and Steve.

“Yeah and look uncle Scott! You guys are under it!” She excitedly cheers. You see Scott and Steve both blush, you’re about to protest when Chris calls for his brother across the room.

“Scott, you know what that means!” Chris teases his younger brother from across the room.

With the encouragement from her father, Audrey says, “Now you have to kiss!”

Scott turns to Steve with a smile, “It’s a mistletoe, I don’t make the rules.” Steve agrees and the two share a peck on the lips. Everyone at the house cheers when they pull away. Satisfied, Audrey giggles at her work.

“Okay, little miss matchmaker. Back to your cousins, the adults are talking.” Scott teases Audrey as he nudges her back to the other kids.

“That’s my girl! Doin’ god’s work!” Chris cheers in pride as his daughter skips out the room. The holidays were about family and seeing his brother so happy made him happy. Without the help of your little girl, Scott probably would’ve never made the first move on Steve. It was a holiday miracle, thanks to that mistletoe.

[kurowrites]

Betting On You - Part III

Casually walks in and dumps this 500 years after the first two parts.

Previous parts

---

From that day onwards, Wei Ying started to see Lan Zhan more and more. Before Lan Zhan had come to their rescue that evening, they had mainly been content with a short greeting (in Lan Zhan’s case, usually just a nod of acknowledgement) as they passed each other in the hallway of the apartment block.

Now, however, things had started to change. Lan Zhan would stop every time they met and greet Wei Ying with actual words. He would even inquire about A-Yuan’s well-being, about Wei Ying’s well-being, and ‘stealthily’ feed A-Yuan healthy snacks if he was with Wei Ying.

(It wasn’t stealthy at all, because Lan Zhan checked with Wei Ying first whether A-Yuan had any food intolerances and if snacks between meals were appropriate for children his age.)

Wei Ying was tickled by the fact that Lan Zhan was sneaking his son healthy snacks. The worst part of it was that A-Yuan genuinely liked them, and so the snacks and Lan Zhan had a meteoric rise in A-Yuan’s esteem.

(His son was turning into a goody-two shoes who loved rabbit food, and Wei Ying had never been more shocked. His own child!)

Before long, A-Yuan would break into a run and firmly attach himself to Lan Zhan’s leg as soon as he caught sight of him in the hallway. Lan Zhan didn’t seem to mind the sudden acquisition of a spider monkey clinging to him every time he left the safety of his apartment, and so Wei Ying stopped trying to discourage A-Yuan from greeting him in this way.

Lan Zhan would walk with them for a little bit if they were both headed out, and that was another thing that Wei Ying enjoyed. Because, as it turned out, Lan Zhan’s company was always enjoyable. And Lan Zhan was genuinely funny. Even if he had the habits of an octogenarian.

More than once, Wei Ying ended up chatting to Lan Zhan for so long that they ended up in the nearby park together, A-Yuan running off to play with other children while the two of them sat down on a bench, still chatting. Occasionally, one of them was required to get up in order to give the children on the swing a push, but otherwise, Wei Ying might have been tempted to sit there and chat all day.

If he was honest, it was a bit strange, suddenly having Lan Zhan around all the time, and trying to act like it was no big deal at all (LAN ZHAN WAS WILLING TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM OUTSIDE OF AN EMERGENCY, HOW), but being in his company was too comfortable for Wei Ying to question it.

Lan Zhan had an exceptionally good hand with A-Yuan, even though he had no children of his own, and more than once, Wei Ying found himself relieved for Lan Zhan’s presence. He was so… calm all the time, seemingly unflappable, even that time when one of the children in the park suddenly started vomiting all over the place, making some of the other children get upset and start crying in the process.

Lan Zhan just calmly stood up, took care of it, and herded all the upset children back to their parents.

As if it was easy.

“You’re incredible, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, much later, bumping shoulders with Lan Zhan as he shook his head. “Can you please leave some of that coolness for the rest of us poor schmucks?”

Lan Zhan levelled him with a gaze that clearly said that he had no idea what Wei Ying was talking about, and thought he was joking.

Well, Wei Ying was usually calling him a stick-in-the-mud, but he meant that endearingly! Lan Zhan was a very cool stick-in-the-mud.

Wei Ying might have said something along those lines, but then Lan Zhan reminded him that they still had to go shopping if they wanted to make hot pot that night, and Wei Ying got distracted counting all the ingredients he wanted in the hot pot.

---

A-Yuan had been put to bed with a belly full of delicious (though sadly very non-spicy) soup a while ago, and Wei Ying was starting to feel drowsy too. After eating far too much hot pot, he was feeling just the right amount of lazy and contented, and so getting up and leaving for his bed seemed like far too much of an effort.

And if he did that, he would also have to throw Lan Zhan out, and that seemed like more than he could accomplish right now.

“Lan Zhan,” he asked sleepily. “What is your stance on carrying adults to bed?”

Lan Zhan levelled him with another one of his flat looks, and Wei Ying chuckled to himself.

He couldn’t help it, it was funny! Just imagine Lan Zhan carrying Wei Ying to bed! It would be hilarious.

The next thing he knew, he was being lifted off the sofa, and carried to his bedroom in a bridal carry.

“Lan Zhan!” he exclaimed, but before he could do anything else, Lan Zhan had dropped him onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, stomping out of the room.

Wei Ying, feeling pretty awake now after the jarring experience of being carried around by a handsome man and then dropped suddenly, scrambled after him in a panic.

What the hell had just happened? It had just been a joke, he hadn’t actually wanted to ask Lan Zhan to carry him around! He was an adult, after all, and a parent at that, not a spoiled brat.

Wei Ying barely managed to catch Lan Zhan before he slipped out of his apartment, but when he stepped between Lan Zhan and the door, Lan Zhan stubbornly turned his face away and refused to look at him.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, in his best cajoling tone, but Lan Zhan would not budge.

“Lan Zhaaaaan,” Wei Ying sang, and Lan Zhan finally turned to glare at him.

Well, Lan Zhan could glare all he wanted, he was looking at Wei Ying. Which was all that counted

And Wei Ying would not stop saying Lan Zhan’s name however he pleased. It was a good name, and Wei Ying liked saying it.

“It was a joke, you know,” he graciously informed Lan Zhan.

That, however, had the effect of making Lan Zhan look even more constipated.

“I know,” Lan Zhan said, with a strange amount of feeling in his voice. “You are never serious.”

And with that, he gently removed Wei Ying from the front of the door, and left the apartment with a final click of the lock.

---

The next few days, Wei Ying walked around in a daze, trying to figure out what had suddenly gotten into Lan Zhan.

Try as he might, he couldn’t figure out what the issue was. Though Lan Zhan couldn’t be described being a clown, he did have a working sense of humour. He might occasionally roll his eyes at Wei Ying’s dumb jokes, but generally was a good sport. What had been different this time?

Wei Ying couldn’t figure it out. The more he thought about it, the more confused he was.

It didn’t help that A-Yuan was unhappy with him. The day after the hot pot incident, he had demanded to see Lan Zhan. He had become used to seeing him every day by now, and had been accordingly grouchy when Wei Ying had told him that they couldn’t go and see Lan Zhan right now. Wei Ying felt terrible for it, because there wasn’t a good reason to keep A-Yuan from visiting Lan Zhan.

But.

Well.

He wasn’t sure if Lan Zhan wanted to see them right now, and he also wasn’t sure if he was ready to face Lan Zhan after that. Whatever it had been.  

He should probably apologise, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure what exactly to apologise for. And as long as he didn’t know…

… it was easier to just avoid the topic altogether.

Wei Ying might have carried on like that indefinitely, avoiding Lan Zhan like a pro and keeping A-Yuan from noticing his evasion tactics, but once again, Lan Zhan thwarted his plans.

Wei Ying had dropped off A-Yuan with a friend from childcare so they could play for two or three hours at the friend’s home. It was perfect, because now, Wei Ying was free to do all the housework and if he was quick about it, he might also get a short nap in.

Unfortunately, just when he had stuck the key into the keyhole of his apartment door, a familiar voice addressed him from right behind him.

He hadn’t even heard Lan Zhan approach.

“Are you willing to speak to me now?”

Wei Ying whipped around, and found Lan Zhan standing there in all his handsome glory.

Wei Ying laughed nervously, pushing his tousled hair out of his face.

“Willing to speak to you?” he asked, his voice probably a pitch higher than it should be. “When have I not been willing to speak to you?”

Lan Zhan just levelled him with a flat gaze, and herded Wei Ying into his own apartment by sheer willpower alone.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying muttered as Lan Zhan closed the door behind them. “I know I should apologise, but I’m still not sure why exactly you got mad.”

Lan Zhan just sighed once, and stood in front of Wei Ying, simply looking at him without saying anything.

“Lan Zhan, if you keep looking at me like that, it’s going to look like you’re trying to flirt with me. I’m going to blush.”

Really, who wouldn’t, when such a handsome man was staring at you so intensely.

Lan Zhan shook his head minutely in apparent exasperation, and then…

And then he reached out, and gently brushed one messy strand of hair out of Wei Ying’s face.  

“Wei Ying. I am.”

And.

This time, it wasn’t a joke. Wei Ying actually blushed. Not a delicate, a little bit of red peppering the apples of his cheeks kind of blush. No. A full-on tomato red blush. He could feel himself radiating the heat of vicious embarrassment.

Ah, he thought to himself, as Lan Zhan took his hand and lifted it to his lips.

I might be a little bit stupid.

And then he might have stopped thinking for a little while.

[thefanbasewhore]

Accidentally Bare - Preference #2

Summary: A preference/snippet of pedro characters accidently seeing the reader in their underwear. Honestly, ignore the title I suck at them lmao. I also have no idea why I kept mentioning showers. 

Warnings/Content: A little suggestive, dirty thoughts. 18+ please. 

Paring: Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Agent Whiskey, and Frankie Morales/Female reader

I am also taking requests for head cannons and more preferences at this moment if anyone has any ideas!

Din Djarin

Nothing could stop the deep chill that created goosebumps that made your body shiver despite the thick wool of Din’s cape that was pulled tight around your chest. The walk back to the crest was freezing, clothes heavy and weighing you down with every squish your boots made underneath you, the temperature of the stupid desert planet plummeting at night into single degree temps, falling into the lake was definitely not on your to do list.

Water still dripping from your sleeves, fingers shaking where the fabric bundles in the middle of your chest to support the heaviness of the cape as the crushing on dense sand from heavy boots behind you let you know the Mandalorian is still there. He’s silent as ever, mad at himself for letting you even step on the ice but as soon as he saw you fall into the deep pit of water he dived right in after, forgetting the bounty, making the choice to let him escape.

The first step on the Crest is a relief, familiarity and warmness welcome you but it’s not enough to calm the numbing that took over all your senses, voiding any sensation in your trembling fingers. The breeze that falls over the crest as the ramp closes with a gush of wind but you don’t seem to care as the cape wrapped around you falls to the floor. The Mandalorian walks past you silently, which you guess retiring for the night because at the last second before the he climbs the ladder of the cockpit by the way his fingers start to peel of the beskar not caring as it trails and clanks against the floor of the ship, fingers rim the edge of his helmet lifting it just enough to see the ends of his hair curl and stick against the nape of his neck as it drips to his tunic before the cockpit swallows him. 

If it wasn’t for how freezing you were there is no doubt you would be taken back by his openness, even wet you weren’t expecting it to so wavy, a little messy but it touches the collar of the tunic and you honestly couldn’t move as the realization dawned on you. Eyes running over the length of the ladder that rattles due to deep hum of the engine, the imagine burning behind into them. 

The cool shiver reminds you of the current predicament, fingers burning and toes numb at the verge of turning purple. A frustrated huff falls from your lips as you pull at the laces of your boots, fingers too stiff to move but eventually get them off, not caring where they fall. Only functional thought is to feel the warm water of the fresher to regain feeling in your appendages.

Hands grasp the hem of your shirt, lifting it despite the cool air that nipped the skin of your stomach. With only one goal in mind and a stubborn button that just won’t latch from your pants, you don’t notice as the ladder shakes with the weight of the Mandalorian as he gains entrance back into the belly of the ship. He’s out of his armor, but the helmet had seem to find it’s way back onto his head but his upper body in a white, thin shirt, his pants hand dangerously low on his hips, they offer his body more warmth with no doubt lined with some kind of fleece, gray in color and a pair of socks. The wet pants stick to you, with your back turned toward Din who freezes the moment he notices you shimmy them down your legs, revealing the black pair of underwear the hugs your ass in the most delicious way.

He’s red, blushing, no doubt you can see the way his chest spots pink through the white shirt, hands forming fist next to his side as you turn to make a b-line for the fresher but the mass of the man catches your eyes, pausing.

Eyes never leave you, he just freezes up, unable to move as the situation seems to do the same to you. He tries, really tries not to look but can’t help it as he notices how thin the bra is, a pretty pastel pink, cute but the way your nipples harden against it is anything but, he’s speechless, mouth drying as eyes take in the smoothness of curves, drops down to the thinness of underwear, they leave little to the imagination, sticking against skin letting him see every inch and suddenly he wants nothing more than to rub his own -

His eyes lift back up to your own, the embarrassment that paints your cheeks makes him realize just how wrong it is. “I-I’m sorry.” He stutters, eyes casting down to the cotton that covers his toes, ashamed with red cheeks, horrified that it has even happened. “Just came down to use the shower -.”

Desire sirs deep inside his stomach, makes him awkwardly shift his hips as he turns to leave but the smooth hands that catch his fingers makes him pause, turning to face you once again.  “We can both use it.”

Javier Peña

Nothing can still your pounding heart, it’s racing, taking up all the space in your chest that it barely allows room for your lungs to expand, to take one good breath to sustain your frantic body needs, instead it’s broken up into patchy, erratic breaths that make you dizzy, vision blurring as a result. 

It’s a blur but there’s no mistaking the metallic taste of blood, it’s not yours but it seems like it should be by the way it covers every part of you. It dots your face, coats your hands with such thickness, soaks through the shirt to stain your chest pink. There’s so much of it, it takes over and fills all your senses. All you see is red, all you feel is hands rub your face to talk yourself out of this moment of weakness but the way it smears even worse across your skin, fills the pores of your skin, makes bile raise but swallow it down. 

It’s been an hour but fear still makes you shake, not bothering to even talk to anyone the moment you pull the trigger just driving home without a single word, not even to your partner Javi. The door of your apartment is even left open in your own wake, trying to yank the soaked clothes, not caring as your bloody shirt falls from shoulders staining the white carpet of your apartment. 

Finger fumble with pants as well, too shaky but none the less slowly shimmer them down flushed thighs. You suddenly can’t move, no matter how bad the shower calls you from the other room, shaky fingers press to the floor under you for support as you lower yourself to the ground until the rough carpet scratches the back of thighs but your thankful to feel something other then pure terror, relish in the scratch the spreads to the back of your knees as you bring them to your chest, lean against the couch for support with a shaky chest.

“I’m sorry.” You don’t realize how much time passes as the low baritone breaks through the sound waves, Javi averts his eyes, realizing the vulnerability on the situation. “The door was open, I just let myself in.”

“I-It’s okay.” Chest moves with the stutter, unable to realize your in nothing but a thin bra, that leaves little to the imagination and a matching black thong, that shows just how much the carpet irritates the skin of inner thighs, leaves a big rash just on the underside of your cheeks.

It’s not the way he intended seeing you like this the first time, beautiful doe eyes filled with tears that slip past beautiful, full eyelashes. It makes his heart stop, the low light of the lamp in the corner contour the dark shadows of your face, show the sharpness of cheek bones, outlines the shape of your jaw. He hates the way he can’t look away from your heaving chest, flushed breast barely fill the cups of the lacy bra, down the smoothness of skin, still stained a dark red from all the blood, down to the edges of inner thighs. 

You watch as his gaze falls between your legs but when they meet up at your face again, his lips fall, a deep sigh as a thick layer of tension fills the room. There’s nothing you want more then to forget this feeling, distract yourself with Javi.

Suddenly, he’s all that’s on your mind. The way his tongue runs over those perfect lips, wanting to feel the sensation of his moustache against your upper lip, the burns between your thighs. It’s what you think you’re getting as he lowers to his knees, finally give into the temptation of each other but the blanket that falls to your shoulders surprises you. His fist wraps around each end to ball it against your chest as his other hand reaches for a small piece of hair that frames your face, pushing it behind your ear as his lips ghost over it. “Let’s get you in the bath, cariño, yeah?”

Unsure eyes meet his, not trusting your own legs but his gentle fingers that fill the gaps between your own reinsuring. It’s a soft whine of surprise that makes you look up at him, a thankful sad smile that makes Javier return one that shows every scar of his soul, the feeling all too known to him. “I got you, honey.”

Agent Whiskey

It’s a mix up, an annoying one but none the less it’s not like you can kick Whiskey out of the hotel room and besides you’re both functioning adults, staying together in the room should be no problem but it’s a little difficult to feel comfortable with a stranger especially with one as pushy and touchy as the cowboy. 

He’s nice, very polite but smug. There’s always a tight smirk across his face, sexy eyes that test your every move as you bring the rim of the glass to your lips with a soft sigh. The bar of the hotel is loud, a thick cloud of smoke from the passerby's tickles your nose. You try to ignore it, but turn abruptly even catching Whiskey off guard as he adverts his gaze but he’s not as sneaky as he thinks. 

It’s hard to remember exactly why you turned when he offered a sweet smile, elbow against the bar while his hand wrapped around his own glass, other hand spraying over the thickness of his thighs, sitting to face you with that dumb smirk. You really can’t help it as your eyes fall between his legs, “What’s up, sugar?”

It’s either he chooses not question why or is just so used to women checking him out but your throat dries at his peering gaze, the way he wraps his lips around the glass after his tongue pokes out to wet them. It makes your face hot, averting his intimating eyes. “Nothing, thought I saw something is all.”

“Mmmm.” It’s a small hum, hesitant like he wants to ask more but settles with the answer. It’s quiet, not awkward but the tension is heavy, clouding the space between you both. Scooting to the end of the seat, eyes nervously looking at him as you shift onto your feet, standing and muttering. “I’m going to head back to the room.”

“Alright sweetheart. I’m gonna have a few more drinks, head up without me. If you need me.” Two fingers press against the shell of his ear, his way of saying I’ll hear ya. You try not to let it affect you but the heat that crawls up your skin makes you huff, closing the door of the hotel room tightly. 

A shower, to sooth the burning desire for your new partner, it was embarrassing, feeling like a teenage girl for a man that you barely know, all hot and bothered by him simply spreading his legs but it felt like an open invitation just for you. Hands reach for your shirt, pulling it up with little hesitation except for when it catches the onto the ear piece, stepping forward with a yelp as your foot comes in contact with the large bed frame. Pulling the ear piece off with not much thought, throwing it and the shirt onto the bed, fingers pop the metal from the buttonhole also discarding your pants. 

It all happens so fast, the door crashes open, hitting the wall. Pure instinct takes  over, despite only being in a very, very revealing bralette and a matching lacy thong fumbling for the gun on the night stand next to you, pointing it towards the mass of a man but let out a sigh of relief. “What is wrong with you? barging in like that, I could have shot you.”

It goes to deaf ears, smooth lines of your collarbones catching him off guard, dropping to the soft curves of your breast. He steps closer, shutting you up immediately as his fingers spread out across the hem of your underwear, warmness erupting to the lazy trail of his fingers. 

The cocky smirk that overpowers your own confused one as a tick falls from his lips, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes peering under that stupid cowboy hat, “Now If you wanted me to see you naked you didn’t have to pretend you’re in trouble, darlin’.” 

Frankie Morales

There was never a day Frankie thought he’d be in the deep end of the forest again. The memories are still fresh, the sun doesn’t quite sting his skin like the one in Brazil but it’s a close second, the aching memories still squeeze his heart but it’s a silent burn, one he’ll take to his grave and a life he thought he left behind forever.

Frankie is a man haunted by his past, the memories never let him forget that life he used to lead. He is anything but soft, he’s kind, caring, smart, passionate but a sucker for a pretty face. It’s shown in the way he shameless answers too quickly for his liking at your proposition. To rescue your father, a man that owed a bunch of narcos too much money but you had nothing to offer except to help a single father who seemed to be struggling. 

Maybe it was the way your sad eyes looked at him with an exaggerated expression, tiredness sag your face, large purple bags that crinkle with every sigh. There was no hope, and even if your father was alive, he kissed that life away a long time also, but then again here he is.

Deep in the jungle of Argentina, sun beating down and burning his skin, sweat beading on his forehead, between the valley of his chest as he swings the bottle of water back, the coolness soothing his raw throat. Your stance matches his own, shoulders dropped, heavy breaths but slower, the heaviness of the gun wrapped around your shoulders.

You were slowing him down, it was no lie. He told you multiple times he would do it but specifically didn’t want you to come with him, he would handle it all but sending a man alone to do something like this, despite how experienced he may be it didn’t seem right.

“Go.” You huff, fingers pushing against his shoulder. It had been the third time he stopped for you in ten minutes, clearly frustrated with a crinkle of his forehead, annoyed eyes looking for any sign of danger, even with the thick trunks of trees that camouflage into the color of face paint that decorates both yours and Frankie’s faces. “I’ll be right behind you.”

He looks unsure but nods lowly, turning as his feet to walk up the ledge of the tree as you take a deep breath, fingers trembling as you try to catch your breath, ass hitting the dirt harder then you intend to but it’s a relief to aching feet. It’s a blur of blackness, hand reaching up to pull yourself up but instead pull at something squishy?

Before you could react, big, black bugs by the hundreds run up your legs, crawl under your vest and shirt. The yell that echoes the forest is what catches Frankie’s attention, turning from his short distance ahead to find you. Face hot, fearing the worst as his heart pounds against his chest. Arms flaring frantic through the thick ropes and vines as he slips skillfully past above ground roots of trees.

You are no where in sight but the peaks of dark green clothes along the brush catch his eye, picking the fabric up, clutching your shirt between fingers. With one more look around he notices another piece of clothing, but the sound of splashing catches his attention. It’s not too far, just over a large tree that separates his view from you. It’s not what he expects, practically naked except for the nude bra and matching underwear that makes his eyes widen. If it wasn’t for the panic on your face he would have taken a second to appreciate the beauty in front of him, let desire burn deep on his skin but the way you frantically try to rub the bugs off makes him take action, hands catch your own, comforting eyes meeting your own. “Relax, relax, I’ll get them off.”

“It’s burns.” It’s a soft whine, as his fingers fall to your own, pressing them against his warm skin as he flattens his other hand down the skin of your arm, down your stomach with a delicious sting from the heat of his. 

“I got you, honey.” The words are low, sugary as the realty of the situation makes your own cheeks flush. The bugs are gone, scattering at feet but his gaze never leaves your own. Only inches away from your face, lips so, so close but what really makes you dizzy is the way his hand cups your waist, squeezing so gently as his hot breath fans your face, fingertips trail to the wire of your bra, something in him snaps, giving into the desire as his lips press against yours with urgency.

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Like Father, Like Son

Summary:

You're minding your own business when your college bestie, Hitoshi Shinou, embarrassingly points out your big, fat crush on your very own teacher, Professor Aizawa. These things happen, right? You can't help yourself. But when Hitoshi starts to leave you cryptic messages, you're bidden to come to Aizawa's classroom. He's there and Hitoshi arrives. You're left wondering for a brief moment why these two men are in the same room together and with you. A kiss here and a grope there, you find out pretty quickly what they're up to.

College Professor!Eraserhead/Shouta Aizawa x Reader x College Student!Hitoshi Shinsou (19-22)

Hitoshi Shinsou has been aged up for this fic. I do not write for characters under the age of 18.

Content: oral (receiving and giving), cream pie, DILF, forbidden college professor, public sex, spanking, mild name calling, pet names, hair pulling, father and son tag team

                                                        ---080---

Students shuffled in their desks at the bell's sound, which only served to perturb Professor Aizawa. However, he was too tired to chide them for not letting him dismiss them instead of the bell. You gathered your things and slid your backpack unto your shoulders. Butterflies swarmed your stomach. Barely nineteen, you came across your first adult crush when you walked into Professor Aizawa's classroom. To most, he didn't appear to be the first choice when it came to college crushes. He was lean and well-built to be sure (only you could tell beneath all that black he wore), but Professor Aizawa looked tired all the time. His scruffy face, messy hair, and rough personality did not make him a favorite among the female students. Most considered him too lazy to take care of his personal appearance.

But you?

The rough and tumble exterior made him unconventionally attractive. Those dark circles under his eyes were proof that he put in sleepless nights working for his students. His dark clothes showed off some of his well-earned muscles once you looked close enough. Aizawa's unshaven face just made him rugged and distinguished from the baby-faced freshman who tried hitting on you. This was a man, not a boy.

"Have a good evening, professor," you said in passing.

He didn't say anything in return as he gathered up the army of papers sitting on his desk. Without looking, he waved good-bye. You entered the halls and started making your way towards the cafeteria. Once you paid for your meager meal, you went to work finding your usual table with your friend. Hitoshi was easy to find. He was the quiet type whom many confused for an artist or a druggie. Something about him made you quiver a little too. He wore the same bored expression that almost matched Professor Aizawa's. Of the two men, Hitoshi was closer to your age than the professor. You sat down with butterflies returning to your stomach.

"How was class?" Hitoshi asked.

"Huh?" You'd been so busy trying to keep the butterflies at bay that you weren't paying that much attention.

"I said 'how was class?'"

"Oh. Uh, it was good," you answered.

"Staring at Professor Aizawa again?"

"Shut up! It's not like that you and you know it." You pouted.

"Is it?" Hitoshi teased. "I see the way you look at him. You make googly eyes whenever you see him in the hallways. It's almost sad, really."

"I don't make googly at Professor Aizawa. I just…admire from a distance."

"You could admire up close and personal," said Hitoshi, who then took a bite out of his cheeseburger.

Your face turned bright red. It wasn't illegal, though some prudes might consider the age difference scandalous. Professor Aizawa wasn't old at all, but he was almost twice your age. Besides, you didn't need to be one of those students who slept with their professor to get good grades or have rumors saying you did.

"Don't…don't joke like that." Or you just might take him seriously.

Later that night, as you lay in bed, your eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling. You couldn't find sleep even when you looked for it. As quiet as possible, you crept out of bed and made your way into the hall. You snuck past the RA's room, up the stairs, and crept into the boys' dorm. You heard behind closed doors snoring, late-night conversations, and even video games. You concerned yourself with only one room at the end of the hall. You gently knocked and waited with bated breath. You heard someone shuffling around and crossing the floor. The door opened.

"Do you know what time it is?" Hitoshi yawned.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Can I come in?"

Hitoshi raised a questioning brow at you. "What for?"

"I can't sleep. Please?"

Hitoshi pulled the door open wider for you to enter. You ducked inside quickly in case the RA for the boys' dorms decided to make a late-night inspection.

"You're damn lucky Denki sneaked into his girlfriend's room earlier. Not that he'd snitch."

"Not unless he wants the RA's to know what he's been doing," you chuckled.

Hitoshi crawled into his bed but left space for you. You climbed in with him and pulled the covers over both of you. Hitoshi was the perfect gentleman and kept his hands to himself. Although, that was easy because he was already nodding back to sleep.

"Why were you awake at three in the morning?" Hitoshi yawned.

"I told you. I couldn't sleep."

"And sneaking into my room for G-rated pillow talk is going to help you fall asleep?"

"Maybe. Look, I," you paused.

"Yes?"

"I had a weird dream, okay?" You huffed this time.

"Oh?" Hitoshi's tone sounded curious if but a little tired.

"Yeah. I dreamed about…well. Okay. Promise me that you won't laugh."

"I can't make any promises."

You inhaled sharply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth.

"I dreamed of doing it with Professor Aizawa." You said in one breath.

You hid your face with your hands and waited for Hitoshi to bellow with laughter. You waited and waited. You felt the bed shift. Slowly, you moved your hands away from your face to see Hitoshi lying on his side. You expected to find a smug know-it-all smirk on his face, but Hitoshi looked a little humble. No. That wasn't right. Humble wasn't quite the word you'd describe his face at this moment. There was a certain kind of sadnessresting in his tired eyes, but you couldn't tell with any certainty because you lay down in darkness. Only the occasional wink from the moon spilled between the blinds gave you any light. His eyes kind of looked glassy in the shadows from little light you had.

"It gets worse," you muttered.

"What? Did Denki join in?" Hitoshi laughed, and it didn't escape your notice how bitter the noise sounded.

"No," you felt your cheeks warm as blood rushed to your face. "You did."

You felt Hitoshi's eyes on you. You made to get out of the bed to avoid an ugly, awkward conversation, but Hitoshi stayed your hand. By kissing you.

You didn't see it coming until it was too late. Hitoshi maneuvered on top of you before you could leave. His lips were on yours before you could ask what he was doing. His hands were on your waist, squeezing you. The kiss was hard, sudden, and begging for you to reciprocate. With a sigh, you caved. You didn't question it but fell headlong into the kiss. Your hands reached behind his neck and clasped fingers together. Just when you think one or both of his hands will wander under your shirt, Hitoshi pulls away.

In the dim moonlight, you see him smirking down at you and then plops right down into the bed. You are so dazed and confused that it takes you a full minute to realize what just happened. Hitoshi kissed full on the mouth then had the A-U-D-A-C-I-T-Y to pull away and go back to sleep. Hitoshi put his back towards you. You get on your side and shove his shoulders.

"What the hell was that about? You can't just…You can't leave a girl hanging?"

"It's also three AM, and I have an eight AM class. We'll talk about it in the morning," he said.

"You've got a girl in your room, and one who's perfectly willing and just going back to sleep?"

"Uh, huh."

You snatched the pillow from under his head and gave him a good smack a couple of times. You lay back down, turning your back to him. Sleep didn't come easily, but at least you didn't have more dreams.

Evidently, you and Hitoshi didn't talk that morning. When you woke up, he was gone. You quickly snuck back into your dorm and went immediately to your phone. No calls or texts from Hitoshi indicated that he didn't want to talk about it, and everything else was just a rouse. You swore that the next time you saw him, Hitoshi Shinsou was getting a piece of your mind, whether or not he liked the words you had to say. You texted him and even left a voicemail.

No response.

You cleaned up, walked to class, and sat down. Try as you might, you couldn't pull your head out of last night's events. Hitoshi kissed you so suddenly and then refused to talk about his feelings. Clearly, he had some about you but wasn't too fond of sharing them. You half-listened to the professor throughout and left your mind to wander. By the end of the lecture, your phone pinged. You snatched it up. Lo and behold, the little bastard texted you.

I'm sorry about last night. I didn't know how to put it into words. I'll meet you in Aizawa's classroom when you're done.

You rolled your eyes. You didn't reply but thought it would be better to get it out in the open. Although, you wondered why he wanted to talk to you in Aizawa's classroom specifically. Why in the school buildings at all and not the dorms? Why not do it in privacy? These were just more questions for you to ask when the time was right.

The rest of your day went along as normal could be. A nagging thought pressed from the back of your mind that something was amiss. You didn't feel yourself in danger, but there was a lingering sensation trapped in your brain that told you to expect…what? Expect what, exactly? You had no idea. Perhaps your intuition was wrong. Hitoshi wanted to confess his feelings (or whatever he planned to say) at a place most convenient to you. If you finished class, it would be a pain to walk all the way over to the dorms just to talk to him. Even then, it was a minor inconvenience, and meeting in a public space wouldn't be wise. You'd have to wait to figure out what he meant by doing all of this.

When the hour arrived, you noticed something peculiar about Professor Aizawa. Usually, he started packing up his things as your class was the last of the day for him. Instead, he sat at his desk, sifting through his phone.

"Good night, Professor!" You said in passing, biting your lip.

Yes, you still remembered the raunchy dream you had that left your thighs slick. Before you even snuck into Hitoshi's dorm room, you changed pajamas. Aizawa didn't confirm that he heard you or stopped scrolling through his phone to glance at you. He typed away and ignored you. Shrugging your shoulders, you didn't think much of it. You passed his desk, made your way over to the door, and reached out to open it. Before your fingers even grazed the knob, the wood and glass door swung open with a whoosh. Hitoshi stood in the doorway before you.

"You wanted to talk to me?" You lowered your voice. "You know, about last night? Mind if we take this conversation somewhere more private." You gestured to Professor Aizawa, still sitting in his chair. Only this time, he wasn't fiddling with his phone.

"Oh, no. He's good," said Hitoshi. "In fact, I asked him to be here."

"Wait. What?" Your brows furrowed.

Hitoshi closed the door behind and locked it. You were so distracted by Hitoshi's Cheshire grin that you failed to notice the footsteps behind you. Aizawa had moved from his desk and crossed the floor to meet you. His strong hands pulled the shoulder straps of your backpack off of you and gently tossed it underneath an empty desk.

"Hitoshi, what's going on? You're really freaking me out."

An arm like a redwood tree trunk wrapped around your waist. Another hand wandered up to your head and gently brushed your hair to the side. Warm lips caressed your neck. Bristles of hair tickled you and made you squirm. Not that you were really going anywhere. Aizawa caged you with only one arm.

"Pro-Professor?" You were more bewildered than frightened.

Hitoshi leaned against the wall to watch. He had his arms folded across his chest, but his smile was devastating. "Just fulfilling your fantasy, princess. I thought you liked Professor Aizawa?"

"I-I…"

"Cat got your tongue," asked Aizawa.

Teeth nibbled on the junction where your neck met your shoulders. Aizawa's fingers spread out and splayed against your ribs. Your heart thundered in its prison and threatened to escape. Your knees began to buckle, but Aizawa's superior strength kept you from winding up on the floor. It would have been more humiliating to land at Aizawa's feet with Hitoshi watching. Your head was spinning out of control.

"And I know that you like me," said Hitoshi. "Don't blush like that. You can't deny it."

You then noticed how hot your face was. Without even looking in a mirror, you could feel all of your blood gathered in your cheeks. The tops of your ears were red, too, like someone pinched them.

"B-But why…why all this? Why me—" You gasped, then your gasp became a moan.

Professor Aizawa roughly grabbed your breast and played with it over your clothes. His other hand massaged your hip. And his lips? Gods, his lips never left your neck. It was a blessing and a curse. Aizawa licked and suckled wherever he could get his mouth on your flesh. You stared at Hitoshi, who did nothing more than grin like a mad man.

"Do you want to answer her, or should I?" Hitoshi was obviously talking to someone other than you.

Aizawa removed his mouth from you, and you were almost sorry for its loss. His hands, though, remained. Groping and playing with you while he made his answer.

"From day one, I wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you. I wasn't prepared to see somebody like you, Y/N, to walk into my classroom. Then I find out from my son that he found someone he liked too. To my shock, they were one and the same person. You. Hitoshi took a liking to you and told enough about you to keep me up at night."

"Wait? Son? You mean…" You'd been glancing over your shoulder to get a peek at Aizawa, whose hands never stopped moving before you snapped back to Hitoshi.

"Yeah, that's me," said Hitoshi. He took one dangerous step towards you than another.

"But you two…"

"Adopted." Hitoshi now stood arm's length away from you. "The real question now is: do you want us to stop? Two boyfriends are one thing, but can you handle a father and son duo? All you gotta do is say no right now, and you can walk away."

"What…what happens if I say yes?" You asked.

Heat pooled in your lower belly. Hitoshi's violet eyes pinned you where you stood as if that was all it took. His apparent father, Professor Aizawa, resumed his work on your neck and teasing you with his hands and lips. Hitoshi licked his lips and groped the breast that hadn't been possessed by his dad yet. Your knees wobbled and threatened to give out if not for Professor Aizawa supporting you. Hitoshi reached out, grabbed your jaw, and cupped your chin. You were forced to look him in the eye, which didn't help your situation down below.

"Saying yes means no going back. Once we start, there's no stopping unless you scream bloody murder. If you want to be fucked stupid, now's the time to answer, kitty."

You swallowed hard and nearly choked on the lump that formed in your throat. Aizawa began moaning next to your ear while still massaging your breast. Hitoshi's and Aizawa's hands worked your pleasure to the point you felt yourself dripping beneath your jean pants. Soft sighs escaped you. Your calm, rational brain couldn't come up with an excuse not to say yes. The thrill and fear of being caught sandwiched between two men—one of whom was a teacher no less—and in such a public space sent a shiver down your back. Aizawa's hands felt bigger than Hitoshi's, but his son had softer ones. The dichotomy caused a new wave of sensations to crash into you and pulled you towards unknown depts. What lay at the bottom frightened you, but you also knew that nothing was gained by sitting at home, waiting for Prince Charming.

"Your neck tastes pretty good," said Aizawa, "I wonder what the rest of you feels like." His fingers dug into your hip, and he squeezed your breast a little harder.

Your head rolls back and your eyes closed, lost in the pleasure. You bit your lip to contain the moans and sighs trying to come out of you. You're too scared that someone might hear and find you in a peculiar situation.

"Nobody's gonna hear. We're the last ones to leave, and the janitor saved this room for last. We won't be disturbed," said Hitoshi.

You were curious what he meant by the janitor saving this room for last. Your mind was preoccupied with the steady hand teasing you. Your mind was already made up by that point, you might as well say it aloud. It was just a matter of getting your stubborn tongue to cooperate.

"What's it going to be, Y/N?" It was Professor Aizawa this time with a question, but he growled it in your ear.

Goosebumps rose across your flesh. Hands—you're not sure whose—tore down the zipper of your hoodie to reveal a thin tank top and pull the outer garment away from your shoulders. Two mouths latched onto your newly exposed skin. Your feet were kicked apart. Hitoshi let go of your chin in favor of gliding it down, down, down. You gasped when he cupped the apex of your thighs.

"I can feel you getting wet even through your jeans, Y/N. You want this, don't you?"

Without thinking, you nodded. Their hands, their mouths, their deep voices, you wanted them to use your body until you couldn't tell who was who anymore. Sleeping with your professor and his son at the same time, should have raised alarm bells. It was wrong on many levels, but you couldn't think of a single one of them.

"Use your words, kitty." Said Aizawa.

Aizawa's hand left your hip. He dragged it across your stomach, slid it down the opposite thigh, and grabbed hold of it. Aizawa brought this leg further and higher up to the point of stretching your leg close to the edge of pain. You blushed deeper when you realized that he spread your legs wider for Hitoshi to play with you. Hitoshi rubbed his hand from back to front along the crotch seam of your jeans. Moisture gathered there as if your body was obeying his every command.

"Come on," urged Hitoshi. "You know you want to."

With a few more rubs, you were panting. You weren't sure if you screamed it or moaned, but you said it. You threw your head back, and with a groan, you said, "Yes, please. More."

That's all they needed. Hands and mouths immediately left. You whimpered at their absence, but you weren't going to be sad for long. Your world literally spun as Aizawa grabbed you, pinned you to the chalkboard, and pulled at the button and zipper of your pants. Hitoshi got rid of your socks and shoes and ripped off your hoodie. Fast hands pulled your top off and your bra. It was unfair that they only took off their shirts. You were about to protest this fact when Aizawa got down on his knees in front of you and spread your legs.

"Pay attention, Hitoshi. I'm about to show you exactly how you're supposed to please a woman."

You caught his hair by your fingers, twisting and pulling by the third stroke of Aizawa's tongue. He lapped from one end to your clit and back down. You quivered when he pulled your outer lips apart to reveal the hot button of yours hidden there. Aizawa brought his lips to your clit and sucked. He kept your legs apart by putting his hands on your thighs and pinched whenever they got too close to his head. After sucking your clit, Aizawa went back to licking your slit, which was now dripping to the floor.

"The trick is," he addressed Hitoshi without even wiping his mouth first. "Is to find the pace best for them. No two pussies are the same, and this kitty here is really sensitive. Watch."

Aizawa dove between your legs again and pressed his lips against your cunt. A rumble from his throat sent shockwaves through your body. He positively growling while slurping you up like an ice cream cone. You knocked your head into the chalkboard, which still had his lecture notes scrawled in that familiar handwriting. Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when Aizawa penetrated you with his tongue. He lapped at your inner walls and thrust in and out in preparation for the real thing. You had no doubts that one or both of them were going to filling you tonight. Judging by how eagerly Aizawa treated your cunt like an all-you-can-eat-buffet, you were assured of that much.

All the while, you felt more than saw Hitoshi's eyes on you. He watched Aizawa eat you out, then his gaze flickered to your face. Violet eyes fixed on you. Not wanting to disturb his dad hard at work, Hitoshi leaning against the chalkboard next to you. His hand once more grabbed your face and turned it towards him. Hitoshi brought you close to his face and pulled your lips towards his. He kissed you, and it was better than you ever dreamed about. A lot better than what you actually did dream about. His lips felt soft against yours. Soft but demanding. Hitoshi's kiss was so much more than just smooth. You felt his tongue swipe at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. He didn't need an invitation, but it was sweet of him to ask.

You parted your lips. Hitoshi imitated the movements of Aizawa's tongue in your cunt. He moved his tongue in and out of your mouth. The result made you moan and drool. Aizawa parted from you, making you whine.

"Whatever you're doing, keep doing it. She's about to come all over my face," said Aizawa before diving back in with more fervor this time.

The room filled with your sighs and the perverse sounds of Aizawa eating you. Hitoshi's other hand went to your breast. His fingers were more nimble than you thought they were. They performed magic on you. He twisted your nipple until it was rock hard and did the same for the other one. Your chest was heaving for air and in the heated pleasure of the moment. Hitoshi, let you breathe for a few minutes. He grinned down at you as he watched your face contort. You yanked on his father's head as something ripped out of you.

You crashed into your orgasm that you didn't even see coming (pun intended). Between Aizawa's stupendous tongue and Hitoshi's…everything, you wailed like a banshee. Aizawa sucked and sucked until your body could no longer handle the sensations. Aizawa came away with his mouth and chin soaked with your juices while the rest dribbled down your displayed cunt.

"Fuck," Hitoshi sighed, bringing you in for another kiss.

You were inclined to agree with him.

Aizawa rose from his knees. He wiped his mouth, spreading it over his arm. He sat on his desk, watching the two of you make out a little before breaking it off. Aizawa's lips were firmer than Hitoshi's, and he made no pretense of being gentle. You tasted yourself on him and shuddered.

"How do we do this?" Aizawa murmured to no one in particular. He moved a strand of (h/c) hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. "I've always wanted you bent over or splayed out on my desk. With Hitoshi here, that complicates things."

"Still could," suggested Hitoshi. "Though, it wouldn't be your desk. Where do you sit, Y/N?"

You answered quickly, and Hitoshi immediately went there. Aizawa held you up as he guided you over to your desk. As if reading his son's mind, Aizawa pressed down on the small of your back until you lay face-first into your desk. Hitoshi stood on the other side, working to undo his pants. He was inches from you, and you could reach him without effort.

Aizawa spread your legs and lifted your hips a little. You clutched your desk for dear life. You heard Aizawa adjusting himself behind you, but Hitoshi was on full display before you. Bristling violet hair made a treasure trail leading to his long cock. He moved his hand up and down its shaft while he refused to leave your eyes again. You watched a bead of pre-cum leak out of the reddened cock head while unaware that Aizawa fished himself out of his trousers. In one go, he was seated firmly in your heat. Your jaws unhinged, allowing Hitoshi to do the same to your throat. Both men groaned as your velvety walls enveloped them.

"Shit, that feels good," moaned Hitoshi.

Aizawa gave you an appreciated slap on your ass. "You're so tight, Y/N. How fucking long have you been holding out on us?"

With Hitoshi's cock inside you, you were only allowed to whimper and moan. Hitoshi bunched your hair at the back of your head in his hand while Aizawa set a bruising hold on your hips. Father and son looked at each other and nodded in agreement to some unspoken thing. Aizawa pulled back only to slam forward again. He moved first, and then Hitoshi shortly followed second. They timed their thrusts perfectly so that when one was buried deep in your body, the other pulled out almost to the tip of his cock. Each cock slid nearly the whole way out before getting shoved into one hole or another. Your arms were useless noodles clinging to your desktop like a life-saving raft. The desk's metal feet scraped the floor while your insides were being delightfully abused.

Tears streamed down your face. You were neither scared nor humiliated. The tears were a mere reaction to the overstimulation you received servicing father and son at the same time. Hitoshi reached to the back of your throat and made you gag. He tried to slow his pace so you wouldn't actually choke on him, but he was young and couldn't help himself. His dad, on the other hand, had more experience. He wasn't nearly as long as Hitoshi, but he made up for it in stoutness and skill gained only through experience. It wasn't just his cock rearranging your guts; his fingers left bruises and the hard grunts he let out when he pounded you. He evidently wasn't much of a talker.

"So good, baby. So good. Keep going. Fuck." Hitoshi loosened his hold on your hair a little bit and stroked your face and throat.

You hallowed out your cheeks. Looking up at Hitoshi, you worked to suck him off. His features screwed up as his eyes turned into a molten mixture. You could tell by instinct that he wanted to be the one fucking your cunt and had settled for your throat. You also felt how bad he wanted to see you swallow his come when it was time.

"Fuck," Hitoshi groaned. Sweat beaded down the side of his face. His hips moved faster, and his hand wandered.

You felt Hitoshi's fingers graze your throat. You shivered as those red-hot fingers held every intent on wrapping around your neck while he fucked your throat. You looked up at him and slowly nodded. Hitoshi gave you a test squeeze on your throat. Nothing to hurt or scare you with, just one squeeze. When you didn't convulse, groan in distress, or shake your head, Hitoshi put his whole hand down and squeezed for longer than a second. He felt his own cock being shoved and pulled from your throat. He pressed just a little tighter. It wasn't enough to restrict your airways, but the edges around your eyes started to blur.

"Such a good mouth. Good little cockslut, aren't you?" Hitoshi licked his hips. "Want me to blow my load? Want my cum down your throat?"

You nodded with enthusiasm. Hitoshi grabbed either side of your head and disregarded Aizawa's pace then drove his cock deep inside your throat. If you weren't choking before, you are now. Hitoshi rammed his hips into your face. His movements bounced the desk harder than before, and it was a good thing there weren't' any classes on the floor beneath this one.

Hitoshi shoved your face against his crotch as his cock swelled inside your mouth. Ropes of cum guzzled down your throat. He quickly pulled out before he was finished serving you his cum directly into your stomach. Cum splattered your face, hair, and, of course, the desk.

Having your throat painted white did something for you. The coil that had been building in your lower belly since the moment Aizawa and Hitoshi stuffed you full of their cocks snapped. Your body unwound itself around Aizawa's cock, still pulsing and moving inside your walls. You screamed this time, and Hitoshi did nothing to muffle the sound. You panted and continued to yell as you felt another coil begin to tighten within you. Aizawa's hips never stopped but only quickened. Watching you lose your mind spurred him on to take you faster, harder, and more thoroughly.

Aizawa pulled you up so that you stepped on the boots he kept on while fucking you. He pressed your back flush against his chest while he continued to fuck your cunt. You were red from head to toe when you felt Hitoshi watch you getting fucked by his father. He watched you bounce on Aizawa's cock like it was the most natural thing to do. With the nonchalance of somebody who didn't just cum down a girl's throat while his dad plowed her from behind, Hitoshi put on his shirt and gathered your things.

"He's right," Aizawa grunted. His pace was impossible to keep up with. Your walls clenched around him as you braced yourself for another one. "You're too good of a cock slut to let go. You're going to be our good girl, won't you?"

"Yes!" You screamed.

"Then take my load like a good little girl. I'm…going to fill that sweet cunt of yours."

Aizawa's hips snapped into a frenzy, beating your insides as if bruises didn't matter. Your inner walls clenched hard. Another wave spiked through you. Impaled on his cock, you let out a deep moan that felt like it came deep inside your soul's core. You shivered around him. Having you wrap so tightly around his cock, Aizawa pulled out to just the tip and shoved himself back in again. When he kissed your cervix, you bellowed as more cum shot into your body. Aizawa's spray lasted longer. There was so goddamn much of it that his cum leaked out of you when he eventually pulled out.

Hitoshi ran to get cleaning supplies and came back with an armload of warm, damp towels. He and Aizawa took their time cleaning you up, wiping away all traces of their cum with no small reluctance. They needed you presentable before you all left the building, but they didn't want their mark erased from your body just yet. While Hitoshi got rid of the evidence, Aizawa helped you into his leather-back chair and back into your clothes. When all was said and done, you were forced to hang onto them. Aizawa and Hitoshi half-carried you to the former's car. You sat in the back with your brows heavily furrowed.

"What's going on? Are we going somewhere?" You asked.

Your heart raced inside your chest; you had a feeling exactly where they were taking you. Your dorm was within walking distance. A car would be silly.

"First, we're going to get dinner," answered Aizawa as he buckled into the driver's seat.

"And then?" You dared to raise the question.

"And then we fuck you properly on a bed," Hitoshi finished.

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[plant-gt-thought-box]

Giant gladiator au fluff?

Home At Last

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Techno stood at the edge of the giant forest staring at the town he once called home when he was a child, not much had changed in the many years he was gone- the only noticeable thing that had changed was there are more guards standing around the outside of the village watching the children that played in the fields

"Techno?" The piglin look down at his chest pocket noticing the blonde and brunette human looking up at him quite worried, he smiled down at them patting them both on the haed

"I'm ok boys, just a bit nervous is all" Techno hesitantly walked out of the forest and started heading towards his home village shaking a little, his nerves started to calm down as he felt Tubbo and Tommy pat his chest

'He can do this. Everything is going to be okay.' Techno told himself over and over again in his head as he walked down the dirt road that led to his home, that led to his brother and father

And then Techno just stood there in front of the door...he hesitated for quite some time until he slowly reached up and knocked on the door, Tommy and Tubbo hide back down into Techno's shirt pocket

The door open slowly revealing and older looking man with messy blond hair tied up into a small bun and deep ocean blue eyes, he put his glasses on as he looked up at techno and froze on the spot

The two just stared at each other for a bit, unsure what to say or if this was even real.

"...Techno?" The older man asked tears forming in the corners of his eyes and the pink head giant simply nodded his head a few tears running down his own face

Techno was suddenly pulled into a tight hug being squeezed by the older man "Wilbur!" Philza yelled out "Get over here! He's home!"

A tall brunette giant ran down the stairs and quickly sprinted over to his father "He is- TECHNO!" He also joined in the hug

The three stayed like that for a few minutes until they heard tiny squeaks and uncomfortable grumbling, Techno suddenly remembered who was in his pocket and pulled away from the hug reaching in and pulling the two out "Sorry sorry- you two ok?"

Tommy and Tubbo nodded their heads looking up at Techno's family a bit scared, Techno held the two close to his chest "Um this two are Tommy and Tubbo, they helped me escape"

Philza very slowly reached over scooping the two up into his hands "Hello there mate, you two look quite exhausted let's get everyone inside and start making dinner" he walking to the house with his two boys following close behind

Wilbur took his brothers hand and started leading him upstairs "C'mon Tech, the two well be safe with Dad- you need to get some sleep in before dinner" he opened the door to his brother's old room

Techno walked inside seeing the only thing that has been changed was the bed was mint for an adult instead of a child now "T-Thanks Wilbur, I am quite exhausted"

Wilbur nodded his head smiling and close the door behind him as Techno collapsed onto his bed and quickly fell asleep, he was home and he was safe.