#i’m gonna lead you down the path that rocks

[msngrgod]

hrmmm..... ik you're not my dad (apollo is), but you are one of my favorite gods

oh! a child of apollo! ,,,,,,,,,, you want some moly? it’ll upset your dad~

[quotidianish]

A tiny au dump (with doodles inspired by some tags I saw <3 )

[deadghosy]

Ive just been reading your Lucifer big sister headcanons, and thier so so so so good, i love how you wrote it🥰. What about Lucifer with a little sister? Any thoughts? How different would he treat her? Maybe she fell at the same time as him and Lucifer blames himself for leading his sister down the same path as him. I can seen him being a protective older brother because come on their in hell surrounded by sinners its got to be stressful even tho she isnt weak what so ever but Lucifer can help but baby his sweet little sister.

(Obviously no pressure to write this)

Have a nice day 😁👋

As a younger sibling, I was gonna make this as I made the elder sister! So I’m glad you asked this as I can’t help but love to make this version. 🦆 sorry if it’s long, I just had fun making this🔥

YOUNGER SISTER! READER X PLATONIC HAZBIN HOTEL

Prompt: you are the younger sister of Lucifer Morningstar who fell along her older brother.

Dead ass you fell on top of Lucifer when you both fell from heaven.

“Groannsss….GET OFF!” Lucifer yells pushing you off him. You huffed getting off him as you dust yourself.

I headcannon reader to have a slight rebellious attitude sometimes like Adam but she’s not as terrible.

Like reader has a shirt that says “kiss my ass” with a kiss mark on the shirt as she puts up a rock gesture 🤟

Lucifer found your shirt and burned it, he can’t have his baby sister have such an inappropriate shirt!

“LU-LU! NOOO MY SHIRTTT” “THIS SHIRT IS NASTY LITTLE SIS!-”

He put his hand to your face to keep you away as he burned it. It was a funny sight as you huffed kicking him in his nuts as he groaned falling face first to the ground.

I also headcannon that reader is the reason why Charlie had a emo phase as reader kinda has a different aesthetic than Lucifer.

But on a serious note, Lucifer was kinda scared when you fell with him as he puts his hand through his hair watching you sleep. He couldn’t believe he brought his baby sister with him on his down fall. He knew he influenced you as you looked up to him more than the other angels. It was like if you were his child, his baby.

But he tucks you in bed as you were sprawled out in your bed snoring loudly. He chuckles kissing your head and leaving your room as he closes your door with a slight sad look.

Back to the funny sibling things, you are definitely the one who sneaks in the kitchen to take his leftovers for payback. After Lucifer walks out of his workshop tired and hungry.

You basically told him to take care of himself more. He walked in the kitchen to find his leftovers gone. So you could tell what happened next.

“Y/NNNNN!” You heard a fierce yell as you had shoved the food down your mouth and ran as you heard a loud flapping of wings behind you. “WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU BETTER PRAY!”

It’s was so cartoony at how Lucifer chases you while you ran for you life. You have wings but he flys better than you so it’s no use.

He caught you, making you cook dinner for a month as you groan while he smirks patting a duck like a mafia man. “And you better wash the dishes too-” “NOW YOU ASKIN' TOOO MUCHHH!”

But soon the sinners came and made the freedom Lucifer gave them, turn into pure hell as you watch worried at the stress your older brother had. Lucifer tries to smile to show you it’s not affecting him, but it is.

He soon makes you stay all time in the palace, scared for your safety as you stay in your room worried at how isolated he soon becomes. Charlie would walk around babbling about you as she kept your company. You smile at your cute niece giving her boops to her nose.

I also headcannon you and Lucifer are like secret twins as you both hyper fixate about a lot of things like [favorite thing] as he hyper fixates on ducks and gives you his ducks to show off how cool he is as your older brother.

But also I can see reader being shorter than Lucifer, like to his shoulder as Lucifer blinks like a frog as you smile with an evil gremlin ready to stab someone.

But now for some overprotective brother headcannons.

You know how Lucifer when to see Charlie at her hotel, you joined wearing basically a female version of Lucifer’s outfit. But you wore shades to off your ✨coolness✨

Alastor was irritated at your louder personality but you also had a charming aura around you like how Lucifer has his prideful smile. Alastor smirks down at you as you are shorter than Lucifer, he kisses your hand with made you just stand there with a dotted blank expression.

Immediately Lucifer picks you up like a doll as he growls at Alastor like a dog ready to chump his hand off. He knew the radio demon just wanted to piss him off, so the whole time you were in the hotel with him. He always has you close and behind him from the radio demon.

Now if it was a sinner trying to court you, they better hope you don’t snitch like the young sibling you are. Cause ohhhh boy! Lucifer is teleporting to their house to give them nightmares. Maybe even killing them if they made you uncomfortable.

Heaven and hell agrees you are a cutie, demon or angel. Cause in heaven there were angels trying to court you but your brother was always behind you looking stern as he puff his chest trying to see if they suit you best.

Like literally he scares people off as you stand there minding your business.

“I feel a disturbance in the air…” Lucifer says as he was reading a book but pulls the curtains to see an angel trying to court you with their wings.

Immediately you’re being teleported to your room confused as a duck poofs in your hand.

“What the fuckkkk….” You say confused

[josephquinnswhore]

hiking - joel miller x female reader

summary: as a family, you go on a hike with your daughter.

word count: 1k

content warning: joel wanting to have another baby omlll, NO smut. Fluff!! Dad joel.

a/n: the second photo (of the waterfall) is my own. Do not edit or repost without permission!!!! Took this today while on a hike hehe.

The burning ache in your calves serve as a reminder to you that you’re not the woman you once were. Activities like this, hiking, walking along a perfectly cured tar track was more of an effort than it had ever been. You’d grown a bit slack in your usual adventures, ones that are demanding now; were so simple back then.

Now, there’s the ache in your back that hasn’t left since you’d entered your third trimester years ago, it’s a constant reminder of why you haven’t had a second child after Sarah.

An ache constricts in your chest, pneumonia wracks your lungs, burning and causing strain on your breathing. You carry a small bag on your back, a few water bottles and some snacks for Sarah, not to mention your asthma puffer. Joel had insisted, in case you’d collapse, he was more worried than your mother most days.

He didn’t want you out of the house, his face almost turning white when you’d brought up the idea of going hiking like this, for the first time since Sarah had been born, nonetheless. She was almost three now. He’d been keeping a close eye on you, turning back to make sure you’re okay. Offering that subtle smile, supportive.

The tar track is slippery, bright green moss has grown in between the cracks of the concrete, making it slippery. You’re conscious of it now, making a mental note to watch your step.

“Nearly there darlin’, you’re doin’ great.” Joel praised softly as he stopped, turning back to wait for you, where you linger a few paces back, keeping a mindful eye on Sarah to make sure she didn’t wonder off track. Joel had her though, he did. He was always aware, always scanning for anything that could or might be a threat or hazard to his little girl.

“C’here baby girl. Hold daddies hand.” He’d murmur for the tenth time, his giant hand contorts around her own, and Sarah giggles.

The sight warms your heart, swelling with pride and adoration. This was your family, your husband. You’d picked the right man, you’d known it since you met him.

“Come on mommy!” Sarah fleets with joy and excitement. It’s enough for you to push through the burn on each inhale.

“I’m gonna get ya baby!” You put your hands up, mocking a monster, roaring as you take big stomps towards her as she tries to drag Joel along to run.

“Run daddy, run! Mommy’s a scary monster!” Joel plays along, gasping dramatically as he lets Sarah lead him up the path.

The sound of water is thunderous and distracting, too loud for Sarah to keep up her charade of playing monsters. She tilts her head. “What’s that noise?”

“That’s the waterfall, baby, what we came to see.” Joel explains, pointing to the huge waterfall. It’s hundreds of meters deep, the water is brown, rushing through the rocks down into the pool of stagnant water below, where the water begins to foam. A small family of ducks occupy the water.

Sarah squeals in joy as she sees a peek of the waterfall from her height, the trees obscure her view. “I wanna see! I wanna see more daddy!”

“Just a few more steps baby, then we can get a real good look.” Joel encourages with a big toothy smile, turning to you, ensuring you get the hint that the encouragement was meant for you too.

The lookout is stunning, fenced all around, and safe. You remember the view, from before you fell pregnant. It hadn’t changed a bit. The rain sprinkles down onto you, and Sarah rushes up to see the waterfall.

“Wow. Water!” She exclaims, trying to show Joel. “Look daddy, a bird!”

It’s clear she was in awe of how many animals she’d seen, pointing out every duck, bird and bug she could see.

Lifting Sarah up against your chest, you give her a better view, clear of the obstruction of the fence. One her little body couldn’t yet compromise. “Ain’t that pretty?” You murmur softly to her, pressing a small kiss to her cheek.

“Turn around darlin’.” Joel calls softly, getting your attention, you turn around and Joel’s getting his new phone out. An iPhone he was still learning to use for work.

He fumbled for a second before snapping a family photo of all of you. “We’re gonna have to find room on the wall for this,” he hums.

“Show me that,” you scold lightly, and you grimace once you see the photo. Your cheeks are red and you look sick. You are sick—but that’s besides the point.

Joel knows you’re about to protest, to whinge or huff. “You look beautiful. This is us remaking memories with out little girl. Maybe good enough to have another?” He pries softly.

He’s been bugging you for another baby. You almost give in.

“My backs already killing me,” a simple reminder and he makes a noise of resignation. “But I didn’t say no,” you murmur. The thought of a second baby was on your mind too.

His brown eyes twinkle with hope. He’d have to bring this up later at home.

The rain trickles down a little harder, and Sarah starts to get a little unsettled. It’s cold and wet and the wind is picking up. “Come on baby, let’s walk back to the car.” You offer your hand out for her to hold, and Sarah shakes her head, tears welling up in her brown eyes.

“No! Cuddle!” She demands, holding her arms up for you to pick up her.

“I can’t baby, you know mommy can’t carry you all the way back,” you explain softly.

Joel steps in. He won’t allow you to pick Sarah up while you’re sick, or while your back hurts.

“Daddy will put you up on his shoulders, how’s that sound baby?” Sarah looks up at him and nods, her cheeks and nose are turning red.

He swings her up, and she sits on his shoulders, she clings onto the curls on top his head. Your fingers fumble to find your phone in your jumper pocket, snapping an image, unbeknownst to Joel.

“You gonna make it back?” Joel asked, concern abrupt in his tone.

“I’ll be okay.” You reassure softly. “Let’s get going.”

Maybe—you would do this more often from now on.

[dollfacedsl1ut]

Crystal Moon

dynamic: g!p ning x siren!fem reader

synonsis: ningning went to a nearby beach to clear her mind but there’s a unexpected visitor who she meets along the way

warnings: dubcon, manipulation, exhibition, seduction, dacryphilia (crying), begging, overstimulation, both are dominate at one point, Ning is a little depressed lmk if I’m missing smth !!!!

wc: 1,329 or 1.3k

A/N: in honor of my LONNGGGGG awaited return I’ve made something new plus I’m accepting bg requests!!

The old sand molted the shape of ningning feet as she walked along the beachside, this was the only way she would be able to think, everything was just so clouded in her mind and she needed to catch a break, whether it was paparazzi or stalkers following her it was all too much, this beach reminded her of the good times she had as a kid although it looked different….. it was windier and cloudy all the time not a lick off sun in sight..

Ning rested against a large rock near the ocean the tidal waves marking their path in the brown sand, her eyes felted heavy as she glanced at the empty vodka bottle she had tucked away in her jacket, she knew she’d have to go back and face reality eventually but a little break wouldn’t hurt anyone

She let her eyes close for a brief second before a a sweet yet seductive tune played in her head, maybe it was the alcohol she thought over and over until the rhythm changed…”Yeah theres no way I’m dreaming” she thought as her legs dangled from the large rock, the tune got louder and more intense but the voice of whatever it was made her head foggy, foggier than it was before it was mind controlling in a way, she counted complain it was such as beautiful thing to hear but she felt like it was the only thing she heard the sound of the ocean water hitting the rocks gone, the sound of the birds chirping and flapping their wings erased, just the tune was heard, yeah she was in denial until a dark figure was seen moving from under the wooden brown bridge in front of her.

Maybe her suspicions were true she’s not dreaming…but in fact hallucinating Ning groaned as she lifted her body off the rock before plopping down on the sand, she could’ve swore she stepped on a seashell or a hermit crab? But nonetheless her foot was on a sharp object, she didn’t know if she wanted to check on her foot or follow the figure who released the tune..

She just couldn’t think straight so ignoring her very aching foot she went after it but the song got louder and more hypnotizing and intoxicating it felt like drinking the most throat burning alcohol in the world, right when it felt like she was gonna faint she spotted a dark purple tail she reached out to try and grab it but it moved upwards like it was begging Ning to touch it, but that’s when the song stopped as the tail turned into a pair of long soft legs

“H-hello” Ning said with a shaky voice unaware of the creature that was before her eyes, the now human walked in front of ning as she gawked, your skin was glistening as her eyes trailed from your body to your chest then your dark eyes, they looked lifeless to Ning but she didn’t move..she couldn’t move..it was like someone was holding her in place.. you were holding her place the song she heard wasn’t a dream or a hallucination it was you..you lead her here to do what exactly??

Your dark eyes pierced her skin, it made her feel invisible but when your hand touched and grasped her shoulder she knew you were real “w-who are you” she whispered “if I told you who I was I’d be banished so let’s just call me siren” her voice gave her chills as she nodded your presence drove her crazy but your body was hypnotic, needless to say there was a visble tent in her pants as she looked at you trembling “I must say I never seen another human on this beach in months” Ning almost came right there when you kept speaking to her, she didn’t know you could sense her arousal, your arms brung Ning in for a bare hug before dragging her under the wooden brown bridge, she wanted to scream and fight, she didn’t want to go with you, she didn’t know if you wanted to kill her or even take her away she was defenseless because she just had to come to you, she just had to be attracted to your song and follow you…

You reached the bridge as you placed her down on the sand this part was much darker and colder it made her nipples perk up under her gray hoodie, Ning was afraid but aroused, you straddles her hips as your hands rested on her shoulders “you know what I’m gonna do to you is your own fault right…..you purposely followed me for you’re own reasoning” she wanted to believe it wasn’t but your words persuaded her, a smile formed on your lips as you unzipped her hoodie, her skin was so and delicate, it was life one slice with your claws and her skin would be tainted

Your hands trailed to her pants as her tent was visible you smiles softly before pulling them down but leaving them on her thighs although you were gonna take advantage of her you didn’t want her to get horrifyingly sick, there was a sight of precum left in her boxers as you pulled them down revealing her cock, it stood upright as it smacked against her soft belly it was so thick and long, this was visibly the biggest you’ve ever seen even male sirens didn’t have this much girth you thought as you slide down your panties, there was a hint of worry on nings face as you lifted yourself up then guided down on her cock, the stretch was painful but bearable, you sank down until your clit reached her pelvis, Ning gasped and whimpered under you as her hands immediately went to your hips kneading the soft flesh, you tried your best to stay silent but it just felt too good your body weakened as you moved your hips against hers her cock felt good in your tummy, her tips was pushing and hitting your cervix as you got leverage and started to lift your hips and bounce on your cock, your whimpers didn’t go unproved by Ning as she kept kneading your hips while letting out whimpers or curses every other second, your cunt squeezed her cunt deliciously as your hips moved restlessly it was so magical and synchronized, her flesh slapped against yours as liquid ran down your legs she didn’t know you came yet until the white ring formed around her cock, she felt her high coming as you clamped around her, she didn’t know you could get this tight it was unbearable as tears rolled down her cheeks, she came inside your cunt with a loud cry as her hands squeezed you tight, but you didn’t stop you wanted to be full you haven’t felt like that in a while and she was your only option, her cock veins bulged and dragged against her spongy walls as you came again, your cum was beginning to soaked her joggers, Ning hiccuped as she pleaded and begged you to go faster, her feeble voice was such a turn on it made your cunt quiver around her, you felt her hands snake up your body and grasp your chest fondling with your nipples, you moaned at the sensation, as your hips stuttered.. you were close again but so was Ning her cock throbbed inside of your cunt as she squeezed and pinched your nipples your bottom lip tucked under your teeth as you came around her for the last time, Ning followed as her warm cum coated your walls.

Nings eyes closed as you lifted yourself off her, you cleaned her up but left her on the sand unconscious or conscious you’ll never know, but you did know she’d be back to look for you and always you’d be singing your tune wishing she would be the one to come find you….

[dystopic-view]

Blue eyes and a box of cereal

Gojo x fem/afab reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: A chance encounter with Satoru Gojo at the grocery store turns your ordinary day upside down. What starts as lighthearted banter leads to an unexpected first date, where playful tension lingers beneath the surface. As the night unfolds, things take a turn neither of you saw coming

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: fluff, first date, slow burn, tension, chemistry, playful banter, emotional connection, car ride, fancy dinner, first kiss, alternative universe

𝐖.𝐂: 4.4K

You first met Satoru Gojo in the most normal of places.

An aisle in a grocery store.

It was the kind of place where nothing out of the ordinary should happen, but when you saw him for the first time, everything changed.

The sound of conversation and the clatter of shopping carts faded, and all you could focus on was him.

Tall, unmistakably confident, with his snow white hair standing out even under the bright lights of the store.

Despite wearing a clearly expensive dress shirt and pants,, his presence alone drew all the attention.

You weren’t the type to stare at strangers, but something about him drew you in.

Maybe it was the way he casually scanned the shelf of cereal boxes, completely at ease, like there wasn’t a single thing in the world that could bother him.

Or maybe it was his eyes.

Those blue eyes that met yours for a second, catching you by surprise.

They held an intensity that made you feel like you were the only person in the store.

You didn’t realize you were standing in the way until he chuckled softly.

“Are you eyeing the same cereal as me? We’re gonna have to rock-paper-scissors for it,” he teased, a playful grin stretching across his face.

You felt your cheeks warm, suddenly embarrassed for blocking his path. "Oh, sorry!" You moved aside quickly, fumbling with your own basket.

The awkwardness should’ve made you retreat, but instead, you found yourself laughing at the unexpected interaction.

“No need to apologize,” He said, his movements smooth and easy as he grabbed a box from the shelf.

He glanced at it, then back at you. “Which one do you recommend?”

It was such a simple question, but there was a kindness and a gentleness to his tone that made you feel at ease despite your racing heart.

You gave a small smile, gesturing to the box he was holding. “That one’s pretty good if you like sweet things. But if you’re more into healthier stuff, I’d go for something with less sugar.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely interested in your suggestion. “You’re right. I should probably watch my sugar intake,” he mused, though his grin suggested he didn’t care much about that. “But I do have somewhat of a sweet tooth, so I think I’ll stick with the sweet stuff today.”

You smiled at his easy going nature, sensing that beneath his lighthearted exterior was someone who understood the world deeply but chose to approach it with humor and charm. There was something comforting about him, and without realizing it, you found yourself lingering, not wanting to leave this conversation.

He must’ve noticed, because he leaned in just slightly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Do you shop here often? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

His question caught you off guard.

You nodded, a little flustered by his attention. “Yeah, I come here from time to time. I guess our paths just haven’t crossed until now.”

“Well,” he said, his voice softening as if he were letting you in on a secret, “I’m glad they finally did.”

His words lingered in the air for a moment, filling you with a warmth you didn’t expect.

There was something different about him.

Something that told you this wasn’t just small talk.

It felt like he’d somehow seen straight through to who you were in just those few minutes.

Before you knew it, you were chatting easily about the most mundane things.

Food preferences, favorite places in the city, how you always seemed to end up in the grocery store on your busiest days.

The whole time, Gojo listened intently, making you feel more understood than most people ever did.

As the conversation flowed, you realized that there was something special in the way he interacted with you.

He was thoughtful, always making sure the conversation was about you, never pushing to talk about himself unless prompted.

You could see now that despite his confidence and charm, he had a softness, a care for others that ran deeper than appearances.

It wasn’t about impressing anyone.

It was just who he was.

Eventually, you both found yourselves at the checkout, and a hint of disappointment crept in, knowing this encounter might be coming to an end.

You watched as he bagged his groceries with that same easy smile on his face, and just as you were about to say goodbye, he turned to you with a look that made your heart skip.

“How about we grab dinner tonight?” he asked, casually tossing his bag over his shoulder. His tone was light, but there was a sincerity in his eyes. “I mean, if you’re not too busy.”

You blinked, caught off guard but undeniably flattered.

There was no way you could say no. “I’d like that.”

He grinned, brighter than the lights over you. “Great. Then it’s a date.”

You fumbled for your phone, still slightly dazed by how casually he’d just asked you out.

“Let me give you my number,” you said, your voice a little softer than you intended.

You could feel the excitement bubbling inside, but you tried to keep your cool as you opened up your contacts app.

Gojo’s eyes were on you the entire time, his smile never leaving his face.

When you handed your phone to him, he quickly typed in his number, then handed it back. “There. Now you’ve got me,” he said with a playful tilt of his head.

You smiled at the way he made everything seem so effortless.

“I’ll text you so you have mine too,” you said, your fingers nervously hovering over the screen as you sent a simple, “Hey, it’s me.”

His phone buzzed, and he glanced at it with a grin. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up around seven?”

You nodded, still in a bit of disbelief at how smoothly everything was unfolding. “Yeah, seven works.”

“Great, send me your address then” he said, taking a step back, his hand lifting in a casual wave. “I’ll see you tonight.”

As he walked away, you stood there for a moment, clutching your phone tightly.

It all felt a little surreal.

Meeting Gojo in such a random place and now, somehow, having dinner plans with him.

You glanced at the time.

You had a few hours until seven, and as much as you tried to calm yourself, the butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t settle.

The rest of your day flew by in a blur, your mind constantly drifting back to the way he smiled, the way his eyes seemed to linger on you just a little longer than normal.

Before you knew it, it was time to get ready.

You found yourself standing in front of your closet, second guessing every outfit you considered.

Casual?

Too fancy?

You didn’t want to overthink it, but it was impossible not to.

This was Gojo Satoru, a man who seemed effortless in everything he did, and you wanted to meet that energy.

You settled on a flowy light blue dress, not even realizing it matched the color of his eyes to perfection until you put it on.

Not too fancy, but not too casual either.

After all, you rather be overdressed, than underdressed to the occasion.

By the time seven rolled around, you were ready.

Still nervous but more excited than anything.

Your phone buzzed just as you were giving your reflection one last glance.

It was him.

“Outside :)”

You grabbed your bag and rushed out the door, feeling the cool evening air hit your skin as you spotted him leaning casually against his car, phone in hand, wearing that same easy smile from earlier.

“Right on time,” he said, pushing off the car and opening the door for you. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” you said, trying to keep the nerves from showing in your voice. “Where are we going?”

Gojo gave a mysterious grin as he slid into the driver’s seat beside you. “You’ll see. I’ve got a good spot in mind.”

The car ride started with the soft hum of the engine and the city lights blurring by outside the windows.

You were still trying to process how you ended up here, sitting next to Gojo Satoru, heading to dinner with him.

He was calm as ever, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on the gear shift between you.

"So, do you always take strangers you meet in grocery stores out to dinner?" you teased lightly, trying to break the nervous tension that lingered in the air.

He let out a soft laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Only the cute ones," he shot back, casually.

His grin widened when he saw you react, cheeks warming at his flirty tone. "What about you? Do you often go to dinner with guys who ask for cereal advice?"

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his gaze, and replied with a playful glint in your eyes, “Only when they have a charming smile and a good sense of humor. You just barely made the cut.”

Gojo chuckled, leaning back slightly, feigning offense. “Barely? I’ll have to step up my game if I want a second date.”

You laughed, enjoying the banter. “Good luck with that! I have high standards.”

You both fell into an easy rhythm of conversation as the car made its way through the winding streets of the city.

“So,” he said after a brief pause, “What do you do when you’re not researching different types of cereal?”

You chuckled at his playful jab. “Well, I’m actually a florist,” you replied, leaning back in your seat, feeling the familiar excitement of sharing your passion. “I spend my days arranging flowers and helping people pick out the perfect bouquets for every occasion.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. “A florist? That’s so cool! You must have an incredible sense of creativity.”

“Thanks! It’s fun to be surrounded by so much color and life. Plus, I love making people happy with flowers,” you said, your voice brightening at the thought. “But it can be a lot of hard work, especially during the wedding season.”

“I can imagine,” he replied, nodding thoughtfully. “Do you have a favorite flower?”

You pondered for a moment. “I’d have to say orchids. I once learned that orchids symbolize eternal love. Because of that they’re typically given to people after the passing of someone close, as a sort of sympathy. I find that beautiful. What about you? Do you have a favorite?”

“Honestly? I’m not that much of an expert on flowers,” he admitted with a grin. “I do love how they brighten up a room, though.”

You laughed, imagining him in a flower shop, trying to navigate the sea of different flowers. “I can picture it clearly. Surrounded by all these flowers, looking completely lost.”

He feigned a look of horror, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. “That’s so mean! I would just be strategically analyzing my options. I’d definitely know the difference between a daisy and a dandelion.”

You both shared a laugh, and the conversation kept flowing naturally.

It felt good to connect with him on such a personal level.

You learned about his interests, his love for teaching, and how he often found himself getting lost in his work.

“So, what do you teach?” you asked, curious.

“High school students,” he replied, glancing over at you. “I try to keep it engaging, but sometimes they’re more interested in their phones than the lesson.”

“I can only imagine the challenge,” you said with a nod. “But I bet you have a way of making it fun.”

Gojo shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. “I try my best. I like to think I have a special talent for it. A little humor goes a long way.”

Just then, as you rounded the corner, the restaurant came into view, and a gasp escaped your lips.

It was a stunning place.

Modern and elegant, with soft lighting spilling out onto the sidewalk.

The ambiance was cozy yet kinda fancy, the kind of place you’d expect to find in a romantic movie.

“Wow,” you breathed, glancing over at him, your eyes wide. “This looks amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, his voice light as he parked the car. “I thought it’d be nice to have a fancy dinner for our first outing.”

You felt a flutter in your stomach at his words as you both got out of the car. “We didn’t have to go all out like this, but I appreciate it.”

He shrugged, giving you that light hearted grin again. “I just wanted to make sure we had a good time.”

As you entered the restaurant, the soft sound of live music filled the air, and you were immediately enveloped in the intimate atmosphere.

You were led to a secluded table near the back, where you could enjoy the ambiance without feeling overwhelmed by the crowd.

As you both sat down, a subtle tension began to weave through the air.

You could feel it simmering beneath the surface, an ever growing chemistry that had been building since the car ride.

The way Gojo looked at you, the way he leaned in slightly as he spoke, made your heart race just a little faster.

“So, what’s good here?” you asked, trying to break the tension but also genuinely curious about the menu.

“I’ve heard their steak is really good,” he replied, scanning the options. “But I’m a sucker for pasta. I might have to get both.”

You laughed softly. “Living life on the edge, huh? You’re going to need to roll me home if you keep that up.”

He chuckled as he leaned closer, his voice playful. “I’ll carry you if I have to. Wouldn’t want you to get too full for dessert.”

The playful banter made the tension crackle, and you found yourself leaning in too, a teasing smile on your lips. “Dessert is the most important part of the meal, after all.”

As you placed your orders, the conversation continued, flowing effortlessly from topic to topic.

But as the night wore on, you noticed moments of lingering silence where his gaze would hold yours a little longer than necessary.

It was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

When the food arrived, the plates were beautifully arranged, making your stomach rumble with anticipation.

As you took a bite of your meal, the flavors melting on your tongue, you noticed a shift in the air.

The comfortable rhythm of your conversation had slowed, leaving pockets of silence that felt heavy, but not awkward.

More like you both knew something was unsaid.

Gojo’s usual carefree smile had softened into something more thoughtful, his fingers tapping lightly against the glass of wine in front of him as he watched you.

“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” you said, trying to keep the mood light, though you felt the weight of his gaze. “Is the food that good, or are you plotting your next grocery run?”

His lips quirked up at that remark, but his eyes didn’t quite match the playfulness in his tone. “Oh, I’m always planning my next move,” he said, a touch of mystery in his voice. Then, after a beat, he added, “But tonight’s a little different.”

There it was again.

Another shift, the kind that made your skin tingle with anticipation.

You set your fork down, unsure whether you should push him to explain or wait it out.

He didn’t seem like the type to let his guard down easily, yet there was something in the way he was looking at you now, like he was measuring his words carefully before speaking.

“What do you mean?” you asked softly, leaning in just slightly, not wanting to break the delicate tension that had formed between you.

Gojo hesitated, his fingers lightly grazing the rim of his glass. “I guess it’s just... rare for me to feel this invested,” he said, his voice still light but with an underlying seriousness that caught you by surprise.

You blinked, feeling a rush of heat rise to your face, not from flattery but from the intensity of the moment. “Invested?”

He nodded, his eyes steady on yours. “Yeah. I like to keep things easy, fun. But tonight…” He trailed off, letting the silence linger between you.

His fingers stilled on his glass, and he leaned forward slightly, his gaze holding yours captive. “It’s not just fun. And I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

Your breath hitched, the weight of his words settling in the space between you.

You didn’t know how to respond, the lighthearted banter you’d been relying on earlier now suddenly feeling out of place.

Inappropriate even.

The conversation had taken a turn you hadn’t expected, and you could feel the tension stretching between you like a rubber band, ready to snap.

“Well, I” you began, but the words caught in your throat.

There was a vulnerability between you that felt raw, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to confront it yet.

Instead, you picked up your glass, taking a sip to buy yourself some time.

Gojo watched you closely, his smile softening into something less teasing, more genuine. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said quietly, his voice low. “I just wanted to be real with you. I don’t usually get this caught up so quickly.”

His honesty hit you like a wave, breaking through the playful façade the two of you had been dancing around all night.

You could feel the intensity of his gaze on you, and it made your pulse quicken.

It wasn’t what you had expected, not from someone like him, but there was no denying the sincerity in his eyes.

For a moment, the noise of the restaurant faded away, leaving just the two of you at the table, locked in this unbearably loud silence.

Taking a breath, you set your glass down and looked him squarely in the eye. “It’s a lot to take in,” you admitted softly, your voice steady but your heart racing. “But I don’t think it’s a bad thing either.”

A slow smile crept across Gojo’s face, and he looked almost relieved.

He leaned back in his chair, letting out a breath. “I’m glad you think so,” he said, his voice dropping a little, his grin turning more mischievous. “Because I was worried I was reading things wrong.”

Gojo’s mischievous grin lingered, but you could see the softness in his eyes as he leaned back, clearly more relaxed after your words.

The tension that had simmered between you throughout the night was still there, but it had shifted into something more subtle, more intimate.

As the meal came to a close, the waiter discreetly placed the bill on the table, and you reached for it instinctively. “I’ll get this,” you said with a smile, grabbing it before Gojo had the chance to react.

He raised an eyebrow, amused but not surprised. “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?”

You nodded, determined. “You went through the trouble of taking me out, so it’s only fair I pay the bill.”

Gojo leaned forward, resting his chin on his interlocked fingers as he watched you with that signature playful glint in his eyes. “It’s cute that you think I’m going to let you pay.”

“I’m serious,” you shot back, pulling out your card. “At least let me pay my half.”

Before you could hand it to the waiter, Gojo’s hand shot out, gently but firmly grabbing your wrist. “You can try, but I’ve already taken care of it,” he said, his grin widening. “I had the bill added to my tab when we ordered dessert.”

Your jaw dropped as you stared at him, incredulous. “You planned this?”

He shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. “What can I say? I like to be prepared.”

You shook your head, defeated but laughing. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I’ve been told,” he said with a wink, his eyes twinkling as he stood up and motioned for you to follow him. “But I’ll make it up to you by letting you treat me next time. Deal?”

“Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your smile. “Next time.”

As you walked out of the restaurant, the cool night air hit your face, and you suddenly

became hyper-aware of the proximity between you two as you made your way back to the car.

Gojo opened the passenger door for you with that same casual ease, waiting until you were settled before getting in himself.

The ride back felt different.

The earlier lightheartedness had shifted again, replaced by a quiet tension that seemed to fill the car.

Neither of you spoke at first, the silence thick but not uncomfortable.

Just heavy, like both of you were waiting for something to happen.

His hands gripped the steering wheel lightly, but you could feel his attention flickering toward you from the corner of your eye.

Finally, Gojo broke the silence, his voice low. “So, did I do okay for a first date? Or do I need to step it up next time?”

You smiled, turning slightly in your seat to face him. “You set the bar pretty high,” you said, your voice teasing but sincere. “But I’m curious to see what you’ll come up with next.”

He glanced over at you, his eyes gleaming in the dim light of the car. “I like a challenge.”

The conversation faded again, the quiet between you thickening as he pulled up to your apartment.

You suddenly felt a rush of nerves you hadn’t expected as the car came to a stop.

Gojo turned off the engine but didn’t move to get out right away.

Neither did you.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said softly, breaking the silence as you unbuckled your seatbelt. “I had a really good time.”

“Me too,” he replied, his voice equally soft but filled with something more.

His gaze was intense, like he was holding back from saying something he wasn’t sure he should.

You hesitated, your hand resting on the door handle as you glanced over at him.

And then, before you could think twice, you pushed open the door and stepped out, the cool air snapping you out of your own head.

Gojo quickly followed, walking you up to your doorstep, his hands casually shoved into his pockets, though his eyes never left you.

When you reached the door, you turned to face him, the streetlights casting a soft glow over the both of you.

You could feel your heart racing in your chest, a mixture of excitement and nerves swirling in your stomach.

“I guess this is it,” you said quietly, unsure of how to end the night.

Part of you didn’t want it to be over just yet.

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice just as soft.

His gaze flicked down to your lips for the briefest second before returning to your eyes. “I’d say ‘see you later,’ but I don’t think I’m ready to leave just yet.”

There was a pause, the tension between you both growing unbearable.

Then, without thinking, you took a step closer, your breath hitching as his hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

His touch was light, careful, but it sent a spark through you.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and almost teasing, “if I don’t kiss you now, I might regret it.”

Your pulse quickened, your eyes locking with his. “Then don’t regret it.”

That was all it took.

Before you could respond, he leaned in, his hand brushing against your cheek as he tilted

your face up to meet his.

His lips hovered just a breath away from yours for what felt like an eternity before he finally closed the distance, his kiss gentle at first, testing, but quickly deepening as the tension between you finally disappeared.

Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt as he pulled you closer, his thumb brushing softly along your jaw.

The kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment, and you found yourself sinking into it, your heart racing in your chest.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting lightly against yours, both of you were slightly breathless.

He stayed close, his eyes half-lidded as he whispered, “So… dinner tomorrow too?”

You smiled, still catching your breath, your hands resting on his chest. “I was thinking the same thing.”

He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping back. “It’s a date, then. And you’re paying, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed softly, still feeling the warmth of his touch. “Goodnight, Gojo.”

“Goodnight,” he whispered, before he turned and walked back to his car, glancing over his shoulder to give you one last smile before disappearing into the night.

You stood there for a moment longer, watching the taillights of his car fade into the distance. Your heart was still racing, and you could feel the ghost of his touch lingering on your skin.

With a soft smile, you turned the key in the lock and stepped inside.

You sighed quietly, fingers lightly tracing the spot on your lips where his had been.

As you kicked off your shoes and made your way to the living room, your phone buzzed in your bag.

Fishing it out, you saw a new message from Gojo.

“Hope you’re still smiling. Sweet dreams, flower girl”

You couldn’t help but grin at the screen, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest.

The night had been so unexpected, but somehow, it felt like the perfect beginning.

You typed back a quick reply before curling up on your couch, your heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

“Still smiling. Sweet dreams, cereal guy”

You set your phone aside, knowing that you’d probably see him again tomorrow.

But for now, the memory of his kiss and the promise of whatever was to come was more than enough to fill your dreams.

[sc0tters]

It Ain’t Easy | Ethan Edwards

summary: love would be a whole lot easier if your brothers were all on board with your boyfriend.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, 4:00am slightly edited writing 😭

word count: 1.63k

authors note: this is the official last piece before we start working on the December works. This is less than perfect because I tried to get this done beforehand, so let’s all play nice.

When Luke left Michigan he never thought that you’d end up dating one of his friends.

Sure you were twins and in the same friend group but the idea of you and one of his previous teammates was truly not something Luke even contemplated. Had he asked his ex housemates to keep an eye on you? Yes. Did he think that it would end up biting him in the ass as you rocked up to the lake house for the summer before your senior year with a boyfriend? Never in a million years, but somehow he was still sat there watching you cuddle Ethan on the couch.

You thought you struck the lottery dating a guy that your brothers already approved of. Ethan treated you well and after months of growing closer as you leaned on the older boy whenever you missed your brother it was no surprise when he finally made a move on you.

It was a warm February evening as Ethan walked you back to your dorm “you know you don’t have to do this every time we leave.” Without fail each time you came home from these parties Ethan was by your side keeping you company “someone has to make sure you get back in one piece.” The hockey player teased as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You looked up at him with a smile “well thank you for that.” You squeezed his hand as your heels clicked against the concrete path “I’m gonna have to find someone new to walk me home when you get a girl.” You joked letting out a giggle that was like music to Ethan’s ears as you both stopped seeing your dormitory appear in front of you.

Ethan scrunched his face in disgust at those words “not interested in those girls.” He explained shaking his head “didn’t know I’d be fighting men for you.” Amusement was evident on your voice as you crossed your arms.

It made Ethan click his tongue as a laugh left his lips “y/n I’m looking at the damn girl I want.” His words made you stop with wide eyes as your jaw went slack “you better not be fucking with me E.” you warned as the boy reached out to grab your hands with a smile lingering on his face.

Before either of your could wait for wind to push you two together you instead let fate do it “you gonna let me kiss you?” The hockey player asked as he smiled “fuck yeah.” You swore pushing yourself onto your tippy toes so you could kiss him.

Over the next few months the relationship blossomed into the thing that became both of your missing pieces to the puzzle that was your lives. As you kept it to yourselves only letting images hinting to who your boyfriend could have been appear as they got sandwiched into your monthly dumps.

Quinn accepted that you’d eventually tell him who the boy was but what he didn’t think was that Jack and Luke would spend the days leading to the family trip to the lake house with a board guessing who your boyfriend could be.

The umich boys had been sworn to secrecy as you didn’t want to just tell Luke over the phone. Yet as you watched your brothers guide Ethan to the boat you wondered if maybe you should have told the boys sooner “they will play nice I’m sure of it.” Ellen could see the look of worry on her daughters face who could do nothing more than send her daughter a hopeful look that your mom was right.

But of course the Hughes brothers were fulfilling their brotherly duties as they stared down Ethan quickly bombarding him with questions about his intentions. Everything from if he saw himself being in a relationship for the long term with you to what he would do if you got pregnant. Any question they all seemed to not care that it was maybe a bit too far to be asking because as messed up as it seemed in essence they wanted to know if Ethan loved you enough to stay when they got scary.

Luke barely said a few words to his friend as he was still upset that Ethan could have gone behind his back to get with you. So as you helped Ellen start dinner Ethan was actually figuring out the quickest way to get off of the boat “you’re back!” The relieve in your voice was evident as you wiped your hands on the kitchen towel and sped to the living room “baby?” You added furrowing your eyebrows as you saw Ethan with a frown on his face “we need to talk.” His hand wrapped into yours as he pulled you to the staircase.

You couldn’t help it as you turned around to send your brothers a glare who could do nothing more than smile “please tell me you boys didn’t do what I think you did.” Ellen sighed as she crossed her arms behind them. Ethan made your heart break as he began pulling his clothes back into his suitcase “could you just talk to me!” You complained making him frown as he stopped “your brothers hate me so it’s for the best if I go.” His words made you feel sick as you furrowed your brows.

Part of you wanted to grow defensive and irritated as the other part of you just hoped to wake up from whatever this was “I know they’re tough but you’re really going to leave because they asked you a couple of questions?” You knew what your brothers were like but you thought Ethan of all people would have survived it.

Your irritation quickly became his too “it wasn’t just a couple fucking questions.” Ethan spat shaking his head “look I love you but I’m not gonna sit here and have my every move questioned for the next two weeks.” Tears began to form in your waterline “maybe we should take a break.” His fingers brushed through his hair as he sighed.

It felt like your world was coming to an end as it dropped off of a ledge “god I thought you were gonna be good.” You didn’t mean to be as harsh as you were but seeing him so ready to leave was a punch to your gut “they’re just protective it’ll blow over!” Your fists clenched “look they are important to you and I think you need to spend time with them.” Ethan cupped your cheeks as he leaned forward to kiss your head.

Maybe you didn’t agree with his logic but you knew that it was only going to end in an argument and for that you kept your mouth shut “I’ll see you out then.” Ethan had to admit that he was partly hurt that you weren’t putting up a fight for him but if only he knew you were holding all of this back because you didn’t want to make this harder.

And you had a sneaky suspicion that your brothers were stood at the door.

As you watched the car roll down the drive you couldn’t help it as you turned to glare at the boys “could you not let me be happy?” You frowned as you looked at your brothers who sat on the couch.

Quinn was the first to shake his head “we are just making sure you’re safe.” He pointed out as Jack nodded “we know hockey players and we know you.” That comment enraged you as you scoffed crossing your arms “you boys don’t know shit!” You hated saying it but you had fallen away from your brothers as they all became NHL players.

You would never admit it but you felt left behind as their lives “last season you all managed to forget my birthday when I fucking share one with you!” You pointed at Luke making him slide further into his seat on the couch.

The boys weren’t proud of the fact that it took a call from Ellen to make them remember that it was the youngest Hughes kids birthday too “Ethan reminds me how to smile and how to be happy.” Tears streamed down your face as the boys finally realised how they had screwed up “y/n.” Quinn was the first to keep up wanting to apologise “just stay out of my way for the rest of summer please.” You were the one sibling who never got mad, Jack broke your toys more times than you could count as a kid but you never lashed out. Luke cut your hair once and all you did was laugh.

But here you were now in tears as you could barley look at your brothers as you pushed up the stairs to your room. Quinn looked down to his younger brothers “we fucked up.” He mumbled falling back into the couch “like big time.” He frowned thinking about how upset you had gotten.

It was clear that all of the boys hadn’t noticed how much they actually pushed away from their sister. With Luke being at school with you they didn’t need to make the effort, so when he went the gap in your life truly begun to show. You were always going to be supportive of them but it felt like you were losing your boys.

Jack led the trio to the door “where are you going?” Ellen furrowed her brows as she watched the boys slip on their shoes “someone has to go get y/n’s boy back for her.” Luke sighed agreeing with his brothers that they all took things too far with Ethan “Quinn is upstairs apologising to y/n.” He added motioning to the steps.

The Hughes boys had a plan.

[catladyoftheyr]

⚸ ཐི❤︎ཋྀ 𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 ? ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ⚸

𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (18+ only, SMUT)

Summary: You suggest a game of hide and seek with a spooky adult twist to Gojo. He chases you through the woods and rails you. Multiple (7? Idk math) orgasms, Gojo being full of himself.

Authors note: idk what happened this was supposed to be short 😂 this took all day I hope it gets its flowers. Happy Halloween y’all!

Warnings/kinks: Primal/prey, dom/sub, bdsm technically, handcuffs, gagged with panties/tape, possessiveness, slapping (just once,) overstimulation, spitting in mouth, pussy eating, no condom, breeding/impreg kink, alcohol mention/use

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Gojo had laughed when you told him you wanted to play hide and seek. He’d swiftly changed his tune when you explained it meant he got to chase you through the woods in a tiny red dress and cape. He’d dug through his closest for a flannel and bought fangs and ears from the costume store, saying he had to “commit to the bit”. You didn’t complain because he did look incredibly sexy.

You’d driven to the woods and found a remote trail and clearing. Gojo leaned casually on the hood of his car, the stick of a sucker poking out from between his lips. It was a chilly October night, and your costume did nothing to stop the cold air. He eyed you up and down slowly, admiring the view like he hadn’t watched you get dressed and driven you here. He pulled a small flask from his pocket and offered it to you. “Liquid courage. And it’ll help you warm up” he remarked with a smirk.

You took the flask and gulped. Tequila. The familiar warmth spread through you, flushing your cheeks. You felt a flutter in both your stomach and between your legs as well. You handed the now empty flask back and gave him a quick kiss. Time to go over the rules once more.

No phones when the chase started. You’d carry long range walkie talkies for emergency communications.

You were both allowed to carry a flashlight

You had a 20 minute head start to run and hide.

Once your time was up, Gojo was free to track you down however he wanted.

If you got caught, you could try and run but he could chase

The Big Bad Wolf got to have his way with Little Red once he catches her.

Gojo set the timer on his phone and flashed it to you once he pressed start. “Better start running, Little Red. Because once I catch you I’m gonna eat you with these big teeth I have.” His voice was low and already thick with lust. He pulled up his glasses to wink at you and you took off without looking back.

Your flashlight beam bounced erratically as you ran. Gojo’s variety of abilities gave him a huge advantage over you, a girl in a slutty costume running through the forest in converse. You wanted to put as much distance between the two of you as possible before you even considered a hiding spot. Twigs snapped under your feet and leaves crunched. You kept going straight until you found a fork in the path. You paused to catch your breath and examine the choices.

Left seemed to stay flat, and looked fairly clear of obstacles. Right lead slightly downhill and you could see rocks and Low branches poking out from the sides of the trail. Going left was definitely the easier option, but you banked right and set off again. You hoped that Gojo would see the difficulties on the right path and assume you went left, buying more time. You’d had to slow to a brisk jog to avoid snapping an ankle on a tree root. You shined your flashlight back snd forth to try and illuminate the path ahead. There was still nowhere to hide that he wouldn’t immediately be able to find you. The point of the game was to get caught of course, but you were still hoping to make him put in a moderate effort before he got to tear your clothes off in the forest.

You slowed down as you came to a spot with a bunch of large bushes. You shined your flashlight on the plants and tried to find an opening so you didn’t have to climb. You saw a small spot near the ground where the bushes parted just enough for a person to squeeze through. You took a deep breath and sighed with determination before getting down on your stomach. The opening was so low that you’d have to army crawl your way in. The ground was rough, and you couldn’t see much with the flashlight clenched between one of your fists. Weeds and undergrowth snagged on your costume as you wriggled under the bush. You winced as unseen thorns caught your legs and shredded your tights, surely pricking your skin as well.

You had no idea how much time had passed since the countdown had started. You flipped off the flashlight and tried to quiet your breath. You could hear leaves and twigs rustle but nothing heavy enough to be human footsteps. At least that’s what you thought until you heard the steps right in front of your hiding spot.

“Oh where oh where could Little Red be?” A voice called out with false curiosity. Shit. You held your breath and tried to lie perfectly still. Part of you hoped he’d move on and give you another chance, but another part was pulsing with anticipation that you’d be caught. You yelped when a flashlight beam illuminated you from above. “Found you,” Gojo chuckled. His white hair almost seemed to glow in the moonlight. His glasses sat in perfect contrast to his pale skin, and his wolf ears were still upright. Not a hair was out of place on him. Meanwhile your tights had runs and tears in every direction, there were definitely leaves in your hair, you had dirt all over you, and you were pretty sure you’d skinned your knees crawling into this bush.

His tall figure loomed over the hedge and he stared down at you with a grin. “I really thought you’d find a better hiding place, babe. Really. It was almost too easy” he was clearly bragging to get a rise out of you.

“Well if you want to try harder you can turn around and I’ll start running again. I’ll climb a tree or something this time” you shot back, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Nah. Not a chance, sweetheart.” Gojo leaned down and scooped you off the ground with ease. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.” He slung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and began to walk down a side path you hadn’t seen.

“Put me down!” You shrieked playfully as the sorcerer strolled toward his destination. The way he carried you made it seem like you weighed nothing. You kicked and wiggled lightly, pretending to put up a fight. Soon you saw a small clearing where he’d spread a blanket on the ground. His backpack was next to it, and there was a handheld camping lantern on the ground as well.

He set you down on the blanket and looked you in the eyes as he spoke. “Don’t you dare run off. Sit right here or I’ll make sure you regret it.” His voice had an icy edge that told you he wasn’t kidding anymore. Your heart fluttered and you swore your clit had gained a heartbeat as the mood suddenly shifted. He dug around in his bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a roll of duct tape. Your eyes widened.

“You were so easy to catch, Little Red. This big bad wolf is gonna have a lot of fun ruining you tonight.” His voice was dripping with lust and you could already see the outline of his cock through his jeans. Her dangled the handcuffs in front of your face “arms up, Red.” You lifted your arms and felt the cuffs click into place. The cold steel sent a chill down your spine. He pushed you softly onto your back on the blanket. Gojo lifted the skirt of your costume and pushed it up to your waist.

“Spread your legs for me” he commanded. You obliged and he smiled. He ran his palm over your sex and began to grind his hand against you. You whimpered at the touch. “Such a good girl. You’re already soaked through your tights, baby. They’re really getting in my way though.” You gasped as Gojo tore a large hole in the crotch of your tights. The fabric gave way with ease and left your panties exposed. He continued to tear at the stockings until they exposed your whole lower half, only shreds remaining hanging from the waist band.

“Now that’s more like it. And such pretty panties too” he cooed over you. You’d worn a black cotton thong with lace edges and a tiny rosette on the waistband. You hoped he wasn’t going to rip those in half as well, they were one of your favorites. Instead he pushed them to the side, trailing his long fingers up and down your slit. “You’re already so wet. All that running and hiding really turned you on, huh?”

You nodded, suddenly speechless. Gojo dipped his thumb between your folds and circled your clit lightly. You moaned as traced the sensitive nub; it felt good, but his touch was far too light to give you any serious pleasure. He continued to tread lightly and make sure to give just enough to keep you whimpering underneath him. This kept on for what seemed like ages when he suddenly dipped two fingers inside your entrance. He began to pump them in and out of you at a steady pace.

“Fuck, Go. Don’t stop” you moaned. He kept his fingers moving while his other hand clamped down over your mouth.

“Good girls are seen and not heard” he murmured. He pumped faster and added another finger. You moaned into his hand and arched your back. You felt an orgasm began to well in your core. You croaked out muffled pleases into your lovers palm. Your pleasure was getting stronger and you were desperate for release. He let this thumb rub your clit again but with firmness this time. A few more circles of his thumb was all it took for your orgasm to break through you. You cried out and accidentally bit down on Gojo’s hand as you came. The waves of pleasure coursed through you.

Gojo snapped his hand away as you began to come down. “You fucking bit me!” He cried out, shaking his hand. “You’re gonna regret that” he remarked. His hands hooked the waist band of your panties and yanked them down your legs. He balled them up in his fist as if to toss them aside. Instead his other hand gripped your jawline and squished your cheeks. “Open your fucking mouth” he barked. You obliged and he stuffed your soaked panties into your mouth. He grabbed the duct tape and ripped off a strip, placing it firmly over your mouth. You tried to make words but the fabric in your mouth jumbled anything you had to say into nonsense.

He still held your face in one hand. He locked eyes with you before shocking you with a firm slap. He had a devilish grin on your face and you felt the pulsing in between your legs get stronger. The sting of the impact send pleasure down your spine. “Be a good girl for me” he murmured in your ear before nipping at it. He continued to nip and nipple at your jaw and neck, seeming to lay claim to his territory like the wolf he was.

Before long he was fingering you again with renewed vigor. The way we moved his hands told you he was a man on a mission. You could feel a second orgasm building up already, his fingers pumping out of you relentlessly. “Cum for me again, baby. I know you can.” He circled your clit firmly and coaxed orgasm number 2 out of you as you cried out behind your gag. “That’s it. Such a good girl. How many more of those do you think you have in you? 4? Maybe 5?”

You suddenly realized what he’d meant when he told you that you’d regret the bite. He was planning on making you cum as many times as he could until he’d completely overstimulated you. He finger blasted you to orgasm number 3 in record time, bringing tears to your eyes.

While you were on the come down from your third back to back orgasm, Gojo had started unbuttoning his jeans. He pulled down his jeans and boxers in fell swoop, the fabric stopping around his knees. His cock sprang free, its full length completely available. Gojo stroked his lengthy cock as he stood over you. You lay on the ground, knees apart, arms cuffed above your head, gagged with your own panties and duct tape.

He rubbed his tip against your entrance, lubricating himself with your wetness. He pushed in slowly with a deep groan, leaning over you and gripping your hips. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight.”

Once his hips hit yours he sat there for a moment, savoring the sensation for both of you. He pulled back and slammed into you this time, starting a fast paced rhythm. He grunted as he pumped into you and his nails dug into your hips. “This pussy belongs to me, got it?”

You moaned into your gag and nodded, feeling orgasm number 4 start to bubble as he fucked into you ferociously. You came on his cock and shuddered as pleasure racked through your body again. Gojo didn’t stop, instead groaning loudly as he pulled your legs onto his shoulders. He kept fucking you, his cock stretching you out with every thrust. “God your cunt is so wet, Little Red. So fucking horny for the Big Bad Wolf. So desperate to get fucked like a slut in the woods.” He was practically purring as he pounded you.

He slowed his pace to fumble for the keys he’d stuffed in his pocket, but even as he was uncuffing you he never actually slipped out, instead pulling you closer to keep you stuffed full while he worked. He tossed the cuffs aside and you flexed your arms. He stayed in you when he pulled the duct tape off and dislodged the underwear from your mouth. You were panting, feeling yet another orgasm starting to form. His hips thrust expertly, hitting your g-spot every time he pressed his hips against you. A fifth orgasm ripped through you and Gojo groaned as he felt you clench down around his cock.

“S-too much, Go” you moaned, eyes rolling back in your head. “I can’t keep cumming.”

“Nonsense, baby. I know you’ve got another one in you. I love seeing you cum on this cock. Be a good slut for me.” Gojo was biting on your neck and whispering in your ears. You could hardly form a coherent thought, drunk on the feeling of your lovers cock throbbing inside of you. He looked you in the eyes and gripped your face, spitting in your mouth. “Swallow, baby” you followed his order obediently. “Good girl,” he purred. “You like this fucking cock, huh? No one can fuck you better than me. Tell me I’m the greatest dick you’ve ever had.”

“You’re the best! Ah, fuck!” You weren’t lying. Gojo was the best sex you’d ever had. No one even came close to the way he made you feel.

Gojo could feel himself getting close to cumming, but wanted to last just a little longer. He slowed his strokes down, making his pace leisurely and deliberate. It still wasn’t working. He pulled out, opting to drag your pussy to meet his face. He latched onto your clit, sucking and licking with vigor. You wrapped your legs around his head, burying his face in your cunt. He continued to work his magic, the sensitive bud in his mouth throbbing with pleasure.

“Ah! I’m gonna! Gonna cu-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as a sixth orgasm took over you. Gojo didn’t stop lapping as you came, sticking his tongue in your entrance to make sure he caught everything. Your legs were shaking at this point and your brain felt like it was melting. You’d never cum this many times in one sitting. The pleasure was otherworldly, but there was no time to breathe before Gojo was coaxing another one from you.

He looked up at you and grinned wide. “Fuck you taste so good, babe.” He lowered your legs and hips and then promptly flipped you onto your stomach. He grabbed your hips to meet his and plunged his cock into you again.

“Ah! Fuck, Gojo! Feels-sgood” you slurred, cock drunk.

“That’s what I like to hear” he growled, slamming your hips together. His pace was fast, relentless, almost aggressive. “You take me so well. Such a good slut. Who’s this pussy belong to?”

“You! It’s yours!”

“Damn right. I’m gonna make you mine forever. Gonna knock you up tonight, Red. You’ll look so fuckin’ pretty carrying my kids. Then everyone will know who you belong to.” Gojo moaned one last time as he held you against him. His cock twitched and you felt him flood inside of you. Hot cum filled you until you felt it start to drip down your thigh. The feeling of him cumming inside of you, and the thought of him breeding you sent you reeling into your seventh, and final, orgasm of the night. You panted and collapsed onto the blanket as Gojo pulled out.

“You did so good tonight, baby. I love you so much. Let’s clean up and go home, you deserve a hot bath.” Gojo murmured into your ear as he helped you up.

[megs-98]

An Understanding

"You have a good heart, little one. One that I admire very much. It takes a special person to do everything that you have done, please don’t forget that.”

A/N: LOL i was big in my emotions the other day and i guess i just needed to hear a pep talk from halsin so i wrote a drabble. i think i'm gonna keep doing one shots of halsin and my tav mara and seeing how their relationship evolves

Characters: Halsin, f!named Tav (Mara)

Tags: Thoughts and talk of low self confidence, depiction of smoking, the slightest mention of death, halsin being a reassuring sweetheart

Word count: 1.6k

Mara sat with her back on a rock along the riverbank; her wet hair hung in her face as she brought her knees to her chest. An attempt to shrink into herself. Her mind replayed the last weeks over and over. The nautiloid, meeting all of her new friends, the battles they endured both physically and mentally. Mara hadn’t known her companions very long but she felt an obligation to help them through their personal journeys as they were more than ready to help her with finding a solution to the illithid tadpoles. 

She felt as her eyes started to burn, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She pushed the heels of her hands into her eyes as she learned her head back and took a deep breath. Mara was no stranger to difficult situations; being a former paladin of Ilmater that wandered Baldur’s Gate and the surrounding areas, she had seen, and helped with, various conflicts. The situation she found herself in now, though, was not something she ever thought would happen. The little that she had learned about each of her companions, Mara knew that they were all plagued by unfair and unjust circumstances for far too long and she devoted herself to helping them as they found their way back to Baldur’s Gate. Her chest felt heavier and heavier with every thought; how was she supposed to lead a ragtag team to save themselves with no real answers or guidance. She felt less confident with herself as she truly thought about the situation at hand. 

Mara felt a hot tear descend down her nose and past her lips as it trailed her cheek, another one followed the same path soon after; then one after another. She put a hand on her forehead as she stared into her lap and watched the tears fall off her face, an occasional sniffle breaking the silence that surrounded her.

“Unbelievable.” She said to herself with a laugh as she combed her fingers through her hair, “I’ve helped children in poverty, fought people after they tried to discriminate against other drow and tieflings and orcs. I’ve devoted myself to helping those who are oppressed and suffering. I have had divine intervention guide me to what is right and wrong. I can do this…” The last sentence sounded like a question even to Mara. 

“Those are all quite impressive feats, little one.” Mara quickly turned around, sat on her knees, to see who was talking to her. To her relief it was Halsin, the archdruid who asked to accompany her and the others to the Shadow Cursed lands. “I do apologize if I disturbed you, that was not my intention, nor was eavesdropping.” He gave her a small smile as he swung a leg over a felled tree that laid close to Mara.

Mara rose to her feet and quickly wiped her face dry as she shook her head. “No! No, you’re fine, Halsin. I was just thinking out loud, I guess.” She said as she gathered her items. Halsin gave her a hum of acknowledgement as she straightened herself out and walked close to him. 

“I should probably head back to camp anyways. I’m sure you would appreciate some privacy for whatever you need to do.” Mara gave him a weary smile as she took a few steps to leave. 

“Why don’t you join me? For just a moment, I won’t keep you long.” Halsin said from behind her, more assertive than she had heard him before. 

Mara stilled herself as she took a deep breath. She knew Halsin was wiser than her, perhaps he could offer advice. With a turn on her heel, Mara walked back to the tree Halsin was perched on and took a seat next to him. They sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, Mara unsure of what to say while Halsin admired the moonlight that reflected in the soft waves of the water. 

The wood elf moved first as he retrieved his pipe out of a satchel along with a small bag of crushed herbs. He held the pipe out to Mara for her to hold. Once she had it in her hands, she inspected the delicate instrument; it was handmade of oak with an earthy oil used as the varnish. She could see every line in the wood as she held it against the moonlight. The lightsource was soon interrupted as Halsin maneuvered her hands so the bowl of the pipe was closer to him. She watched as his calloused, but dexterous hands gently grabbed pinch after pinch of herbs from the small pouch and packed the bowl tight. 

He grabbed a match and gestured for Mara to place the pipe in her mouth, “It would be terribly rude of me if I didn’t offer you the first toke. And do not fret, it’s just herbs to help calm the mind and body, it helps with sleep as well.” He said with a warm smile. “Oh, uh, thank you, Halsin. But I don’t really smo-” Mara’s sentence was cut off as Halsin lit the match and held it close to the bowl. Mara thought of Halsin’s words for a moment, a calming agent would be useful for her. She placed her lips around the stem of the pipe and inhaled a few seconds too long. Her arm shot out as she shoved the pipe back into Halsin’s hands while a fierce cough took over her body. A rumble of laughter erupted from Halsin as he gave Mara his waterskin and rubbed her back trying to help her regain her breath. 

 “Well I do hope you’re able to sleep well tonight. I suppose I should have warned you to take a small inhale if you are not accustomed to smoking.” Halsin said as he calmed his laughter and watched as Mara wiped the tears from her face and caught a glimpse of her eye roll as she drank from his water. “I did want to speak to you though, little one. What has you alone and upset on this particular night?” He asked as his gaze softened when he met Mara’s eyes.   

Mara quickly dropped her eyes to her hands and kept her eyes trained on her fingers that picked at her cuticles. “It’s nothing, really. I think I’m just tired.” She said with a sigh. She could feel Halsin’s eyes on her as he looked at her, hoping for more of an answer. As much as she disliked it, Mara knew she needed to speak her feelings or else they would continue to worsen, jeopardizing herself and the others. “I think,” she paused as her voice wavered, “that I’ve been tired for a while. Everything I do, everything that I have almost always done, is to make others happy. If I think I’m doing the right thing, someone is upset. If I try to make that person happy, someone else is upset. I did what I thought was going to protect myself and the others and I broke my oath to Ilmater; thus becoming an oathbreaker paladin.” Halsin placed a hand over one of hers as she took a shaky breath, her lip quivered as she tried to calm her emotions. “I don’t know how, or why, I became the leader of our group, but I’m losing more and more faith in myself as the days go by. I don't think that I can keep everyone safe. I just… I just don’t know what to do, Halsin.” She felt the tears again as they flowed from her eyes. 

Halsin moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a comforting squeeze before he grabbed her hands in his. “Thank you, Mara. Truly. It is hard to discuss one’s feelings and I’m honored you trust me enough to do so.” He kept his eyes trained on her and gently brought his hand to her cheek, guiding her face to look at him and tucked a loose strand behind her ear as she finally looked at him. “I do have an understanding of what you say. After losing many druids to the fight of the Shadow Cursed lands 100 years ago and then becoming the archdruid at the Emerald Grove, I did not think I had any right to be a leader again.” Mara noticed as his shoulders slumped forward slightly and solemn light found its way to his eyes. 

“I was worried that I would let everyone down again, or worse yet, do something that caused them injury or death. I was worried that my past mistakes would cause others to distrust me and cast me out.” He paused as he looked out at the river, “The exact opposite happened, actually.” Halsin said with a small smile. “They trusted my judgment and offered guidance when I asked for it. Not everyone always agreed with my actions, but they trusted that I had the grove’s best interest at heart.” Mara looked at Halsin as he spoke, her eyes a bit wide at the vulnerability on display in front of her. He turned his body so he was facing her again. 

“All of that to say… you’re doing a good job, Mara. You cannot possibly please every person you are around, but it is evident that you are careful with your choices, keeping everyone’s safety and wellbeing at the forefront of your mind. All while also helping most everyone you come across as well. You have a good heart, little one. One that I admire very much. It takes a special person to do everything that you have done, please don’t forget that.” 

Mara felt as her eyes got hot again, another lump forming in her throat. Before she could start crying again she pulled the druid in for a hug. 

“Thank you, Halsin. I will do my best to remember your kind words.” She said before they sat close together in silence again and watched as the fireflies danced through the grass and into the night sky.

[snootflake]

“Don’t listen to this guy. He’s trying to lead you down the path of righteousness. I’m gonna lead you down the path that ROCKS.”

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Inspired by this YouTube video from Sendarya

[goo-goo-for-goggins]

Roundabout Path

part i || ao3

Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean

warnings: MDNI, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms

not proofread, pwp

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Lucy takes in a shaky breath right before Cooper kisses the corner of her mouth, a teasing touch that makes her whole body thrum with awareness. His hand grips her jaw, thumb guiding her chin upwards so he can slot their mouths more firmly together. A hot spark of arousal floods her veins and she brings her hands up to dig into his shoulders.

She’d forgotten how much she loved being kissed. It opens up a ravenous pit of want inside her chest. Hands scrabbling for purchase against the nape of his neck, Lucy kisses him harder, messier. It leaves him groaning into her mouth as she eagerly takes.   

Cooper presses one last chaste kiss to her lips, teeth nipping her bottom one as he pulls away. 

“How he can promise you to another is somethin’ that needs studied,” his hazel eyes are nearly swallowed up by their pupils.

“Well, I can promise you’re the first,” Lucy whispers, body alight in a way she’s never felt before. 

“And only, if I have my way,” he bends down and sweeps her legs up with one arm as the other braces her upper back.

She feels like a heroin in one of those silly romance novels Chet always leaves lying around. Butterflies swarm in her chest, absolutely smitten by this man and the deference he’s shown her in the short span of time they’ve spent in each other’s company. She’s never felt this way before. If it weren’t for her father’s machinations, maybe she would’ve had someone like him to begin with instead of her current husband. 

The ring on her finger’s like a lead weight—Monty always dragging her down when all she wants is to tread water. 

Ignoring her maudlin thoughts, she brings herself back to the present, to the handsome man in the here and now. Cooper carries her over to the bed with Lucy stifling a giddy laugh wanting to break free. Dropping her down onto the sheets, she does laugh up at him as he climbs on top of her, arms caging her in place. She wraps her hands around his neck and tries to tug him in for another kiss. 

“If I was a better man, I wouldn’t be lettin’ such a pretty girl get herself into this kinda mess,” he leans down and kisses the shell of her ear, trailing his lips across her jaw. 

“Please, Cooper,” she whispers in the scant space between them. “Make me feel good.”

He noses down her check to kiss the corner of her lips, “I will, sweetheart.”

Tears prick her eyelids at the soft kisses he presses into her throat before dragging his lips back up to her mouth. He kisses her gently as if she’ll pull away which is the furthest thing from her mind. Skin buzzing with need, she kisses him sloppily, licking past his lips to taste him. He groans and it sends frissons of heat to pool in her abdomen. Arching her back, she whines into Cooper’s mouth. 

“You’re makin’ it hard t’be sweet,” he bites her bottom lip hard enough to sting. 

“Who said I wanted sweet?” she rocks her hips up, dress sliding with the movement until she can feel his slacks brushing the sensitive skin of her thighs. 

He gives her a crooked grin, crows feet deepening at the corners of his eyes, “Well now, can’t say I never give a lady what she wants.”

“Then, does that mean I get to keep you?”

The words slip from her mouth and leave a taut silence in their wake. Flushing in embarrassment, Lucy feels the blood rush to her cheeks. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t—“

“S’okay,” he smooths her hair away from her face, “it’d be my pleasure, Lucy.”

She sighs into the heated kiss he presses to her swollen lips. His right hand slides along her arm until he grasps her wrist. Pulling back just far enough, he gently eases her wedding ring from her finger to drop it onto the night stand nearest the bed. 

“Let me give you what you need, sweetness,” he kisses her next then drags his teeth against her smooth skin. “Gonna make you all mine.”

Red hot arousal blazes through her body making her toes tingle, the heat curling in her veins and making her clit throb like a second heartbeat. 

“Please,” she whimpers, nails scratching at his shoulders. 

With a low chuckle that has her pulse spiking again, he raises up enough to shed his clothes until he’s left only in his briefs. Lucy hums, wide eyes greedily taking in his tapered waist and toned chest. 

“Your turn, darlin’,” he grins, eyes warm as they watch her quickly shimmy out of her dress. 

She unclasps her bra and a punched out groan leaves his throat once her breasts spill out from the cups. Lucy preens as Cooper’s eyes rove over her body, not able to stay on any one spot. 

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, dipping down to kiss her. “I’m one lucky sonuvabitch.”

“Cooper,” she pants, “please.”

“Okay, sweetheart. I gotcha,” he rasps out, hazel eyes hot and heavy as they look back up into her face. 

She cups his face with a shy smile and he tugs her hand to his mouth to kiss the palm. He shifts to kneel between her legs, fingers tugging her panties down until he can slip them off. Dropping them over the side of the bed, he runs his hands along her calves up to her thighs to press them open. 

“Gonna eat this sweet little cunt,” he grins, bending down to drop kisses along her belly and hips, “sound good?”

“Yes,” she whispers, breath hitching when he kisses closer and closer to her mound and swollen clit. She tangles her fingers in the sheets to stop herself from grabbing at him. 

Her legs kick out with a low whine as he licks into her soaked cunt. Groaning, the vibrations of Cooper’s mouth make her clit ache as he slides his tongue deeper into her clenching heat. His arms shift so he can use his elbows to hold her thighs down; then, he uses one hand to spread her open while the other pulls back the hood of her clit. 

Lucy meets his gaze right as he spits right onto her sensitive clit, his tongue quickly following after to smear his saliva into the pudgy bud. Whining, her hips writhe against the sheets and he only chuckles, licking and suckling at her slippery clit. His eyes never leave her face, soft hazel now a thin ring around his expanded pupils. 

She can’t breathe it feels so good. It’s like a fever dream that she never wants to wake up from—

Her back bows off the bed as Cooper grinds his face into her cunt, mouth greedily licking the slick dripping from her pussy. The rough feel of his stubble has her mewling, trying to rock down against his mouth. Cooper hums and kisses her soaked folds, rubbing his nose along her clit as he slips his tongue back into her clenching hole. 

He flattens his tongue and licks a broad stripe up her slit before gently presseing his middle and ring finger into her wet hole, sliding in deep and curling forward. He finds the spongy spot at the front of her cunt and rubs his fingertips across it. Lucy moans, a high reedy noise, as she tosses her head back in pleasure. 

“Squeezin’ me so tight, sweetheart,” his voice rumbles. 

“Feels so good,” she whimpers, head rocking back and forth on the pillow. 

Cooper presses against her g-spot as he licks and kisses her swollen clit, suckling the sensitive bud until Lucy’s tangling her fingers into his hair to pull him away. 

“I’m so close,” she pants and he grinds against the spongy spot that has her gushing around his fingers.  

“Whatdya need?” His fingers pump in and out of her pussy while he uses his thumb to rub against her clit. 

“Kiss me,” she mewls, “w’nna kiss, please, Cooper.”

His hand pauses long enough for him to shift back up her body, his free arm bracing himself as he kisses her, smearing her own slick across her lips. Lucy keens into his mouth when he picks up where he left off, cunt clenching around his fingers as he works them inside her soft, wet heat. Hips arching, her orgasm washes over her, toes curling in the sheets as Cooper works her through it. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, kissing her jaw. “God, you feel so good, sweetheart. Can’t wait to feel you cum on my cock.”

Lucy whines and pulls him in for another kiss, tongue sloppily licking into his mouth. She can feel him smiling against her lips, and it makes her ache to have him even closer. 

“Gonna have t’let me have my fingers back if you want me to make you feel even better,” he teases, trying to ease his fingers from her cunt as her walls grip them tighter. The digits leave her pussy with a wet schlick that has Lucy blushing. 

He sucks his fingers with a groan, eyes fluttering at the taste of her on his tongue. 

“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he slips his hand away to pull her in for another heated kiss. 

Lucy nips his bottom lip and reaches down to tug on his briefs, “These have to go.”

He pulls back with a laugh, “Alrighty.”

Lucy watches unabashedly as Cooper pushes his underwear down and kicks them off before settling back between her spread thighs. Taking in his full, uncut cock dripping with precum, she lets out a shaky breath. 

“Oh, wow,” she swipes her tongue across her bottom lip. 

He grins at her, taking his cock in hand to stroke it, “S’okay?”

“More than okay,” she nods quickly, hands reaching out to grab at his biceps, nails scratching the skin. Using one arm to brace himself over her body, Cooper slaps his dick against her pussy and she digs her nails into the muscles of his arms. 

“G’nna scratch me up, sweetheart,” he noses along her hairline before kissing her cheek. “I like it.”

She moans shakily and rocks her hips, trying to grind his cock against her slit. He grasps the base of his dick and rubs his cock along her slick pussy, drippy tip bumping against her clit. He taps the head on her swollen bundle of nerves before sliding back through her wet folds, teasingly slipping the tip of his cock into her clenching hole. 

He stops himself and begins to pull away, “Lemme grab a condom—“

“Don’t,” she cuts in, “you can—without one.”

“Y’sure ’bout this?” He asks quietly. “I mean I’m all f’r stuffing this pretty lit’le pussy with my cum, but—“

She cuts him off by sliding her hands up into his hair and pulling. “I know what I want, Cooper.” 

“Fuck, Lucy, okay,” he hisses, pressing the head of his cock inside her cunt, slowly fucking himself into her fluttering walls. 

His fat cock spreads open her dripping hole, making them both moan loudly. Whining, she drops her hands down to his bare shoulders, dragging her fingertips across his skin. As he slowly works his cock deeper inside her, he cages her in with both arms placed on either side of her head. Lucy’s nails dig into his back and he drops scorching kisses along her jaw and down her neck. 

“I gotcha, honey,” he mutters against her skin making it tingle. Lucy wishes it were true for more than just this moment between them. 

Cooper moves one hand down to drag his fingers across the swell of her breasts. He circles her nipple, hand cupping one breast to brush his thumb against the slowly hardening bud. Lucy whines and he tugs her nipples gently, softly tweaking them before soothing them with slow drags of his index fingers.

“Doin’ so good for me, Lucy,” he rasps. “Takin’ me so deep, pussy’s a perfect fuckin’ fit.”

She cries out, body rocking down to make his cock sink deeper into her pulsing cunt. Cooper presses kisses into her skin wherever he can reach. His pelvis presses flush to her own, cock snugly buried in her fluttering walls. She gasps breathlessly, feeling his tip kiss the opening to her cervix. That pleasure pain skitters down her spine to pool in her core. 

“So good,” she tries to think around the fog of arousal blanketing her thoughts. “God, Cooper, you’re so deep. Feels so good.”

“Fuckin’ hell, me too, sweetheart,” he grunts in her ear. “‘m g’nna move, okay?”

She mewls softly, “Yeah, yeah, please, Cooper.”

“So goddamn tight,” he slurs in her neck, lips brushing the skin to send goosebumps racing across her body. He rocks in and out of her pussy, bottoming out on each slow thrust as her walls pull him in greedily. 

Cooper pulls halfway out and eases himself back in, a slow steady motion, letting Lucy adjust to the stretch of his cock. She shudders and pants leading him to press his mouth to her’s, messy open mouthed kisses that makes her buck her hips. They lose themselves to each other as he slowly takes her apart under his tongue and pistoning hips. His hand slips between their bodies, thumb rubbing firm circles on her clit. 

Lucy’s overwhelmed in the best way by the sensations Cooper draws out of her body. He shifts and the new angle has his thick length brushing across the spongy spot at the front of her pussy, drippy tip kissing her cervix just right; the blistering pleasure sweeping through her leaves her gasping for air. 

Kissing the whines from her lips, his thumb rubs her swollen clit over and over, her hips thrashing—undecided on whether to press into his hand or away. 

“I’m gonna cum again,” Lucy whimpers, tears beading her lash line from the arousal pulsing heavy in her veins. 

“Fuck,” he humps her pussy harder, “yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock, like a good girl?”

“Yes, god, want that,” her hands grasp onto his shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to draw blood as the heat in her belly grows even hotter. 

“‘M pretty close, too, sweetheart,” he grits out. 

“Inside me, please?” Her wet eyes turn pleading. 

He thrusts harder insider her squelching pussy, “Y’sure, darlin’? I shouldn’t. I should prob’ly pull out, sweetheart.”

She shakes her head so hard it sends her dark hair flying, “Want it. Please, Cooper,” she whines. “You said you always give a lady what she wants.”

“Mmm, I did say that didn’t I?” His strained laugh ends in a groan. “Yeah, I’ll cum in you, sweetheart. I’ll give you everything I can.”

“Thank you, Cooper, thank you,” she chants. 

“Don’t fuckin’ thank me,” he gasps, almost sounding pained, “fuck.”

She clenches around him as he shudders, pumping his hips harder against her. 

“C’mon, Lucy, cum for me,” he croons, “let me feel that sweet cunt squeeze my cock.”

With those words in her ears, she arches into him, stars exploding behind her eyelids as her second orgasm of the night assails her body. She whimpers, walls clenching and milking his thick length while her body shudders underneath him. Cooper grunts, cock throbbing as he bullies himself into her spasming cunt. Her orgasm doesn’t wane as he fucks her through it, pussy pulsing and fluttering around his dick. 

“Please, Cooper, I want it,” she tilts her head up to watch his face. 

With a stifled shout, he pushes as deep into her cunt as possible, cum spurting from his tip as rope after rope of hot, sticky cum fills her pussy. Lucy gasps at the feeling, whining softly at the fact he’s cumming inside her. He kisses her, slowly rutting against the apex of her thighs, his thick spend dripping out from around his cock, where it’s still buried in her cunt. 

After a few lingering kisses, he pulls himself out with a low hiss. Lucy sighs, a gratified little sound that has Cooper smiling at her, boyishly sweet.

“Sorry about the mess darlin’, how ‘bout I clean it up for ya.”

All the breath whooshes out of her lungs when Cooper slips down her body to press a kiss to her mound. Dipping his head down, he slowly licks into her swollen cunt. Lucy’s fingers tangle in his hair as he sloppily eats the cream colored slick from her overstimulated pussy. He eats her out until she’s cumming for a third time, voice breaking and body thrashing as it crests. Slick coats his mouth when he pulls away with one last kiss to her clit. 

“Such a good girl,” he praises with a soft pat to her thighs. “Now, we both need cleaned up.”

He steps away from the bed to disappear into the en suite bathroom. Coming back with a damp flannel, he helps clean up the mix of cum, slick, and spit leaking from between her thighs. Cooper takes it back to the bathroom and returns with a towel, patting her skin dry before dropping it next to the bed. She sleepily tries to tug him down with her, but he chuckles and dodges her attempts so he can strip the comforter off, letting them both lay in clean sheets. 

Once he lays down next to her, she’s snuggling up underneath his chin, pressing her face to his throat. 

“I don’t wanna leave,” she whispers. 

“Then don’t,” he runs his hands down her back. “I’ll take care’a ya.”

“Monty won’t—“

“Don’t you worry ‘bout that worthless asshole. I’ll handle ‘em,” he growls and Lucy nuzzles against his neck, chest feeling warm at his low tone. 

She runs her thumb across the bare skin of her ring finger before raising her head up to kiss Cooper’s chin. 

“Okie dokie.”

[roomsofangel]

CHAPTER ONE

synopsis you spent your entire childhood and teenage years being what your mother wanted you to be — and so when you finally strike a deal and made a bet with the woman, you are determined to prove her wrong and that your passion for art could be turned into a living if you just tried hard enough.

however, things might have just gotten harder when you cross paths with the lead vocalist of an uprising rock band who seems to be nothing but a charming thorn in your side

wc 2.0k

warnings not really any!

reblogs & comments are very appreciated and also help out a lot! thank you for reading and giving my work a chance ♥️

a gentle sense of dread filled your chest as you hastily packed up your paint-smudged supplies after the art class you insisted on taking to hopefully better your skills for your overflowing passion. your mother always claimed it was a waste of time, trying to get you to venture off into the field of medicine but you always told her to let you at least try.

so, while you carefully wrapped your brushes in their familiar protective cloth and shoved them into the depths of your bag, you tried to keep your unease at bay. you had a few months until you and your mother decided which route your life will take — whether painting and music would be the way your heart will go to make a living or if you had to snuff out your spark and do what she wanted. a deal just to get where you are now and an attempt to prove her wrong.

the smell of oil paint clung to your fingers despite several washes in the sink, and you made a mental note to bring some hand sanitizer next time. you glanced back at the canvas, half-finished but bursting with color. maybe you could add just a tiny bit more to the whites and the sides, the corners looked as if it needed more of a pop. you sighed, running your fingers through your hair, your muse was running thin and you didn’t have time to recharge it when you had plans with yeosang tonight.

and speak of him, he shall make himself known. without missing a beat, your phone buzzed in your pocket and you took it out to read the text he had sent

yeosangie: still coming tn? gonna be short staffed and i’d die without you!

you pressed your lips together, laughing lightly to yourself as you read his dramatic text. the plans in question were you helping him bartend an event the pub he worked at was having, a new rising rock band would be playing there tonight which meant more business. in a way, in hindsight, meant a good deal but being understaffed out of all days made you watch your best friend lose his mind even before getting there.

you didn’t have any mixology skills, hell, even making hot chocolate at times came out different and at times.. watery, you surely did not have any sort of touch that could make any pleasing but yeosang insisted and you’d be just taking down anything being asked for and serving while he did the mixing and preparing.

you: yes sangie, i’m still coming lmao don’t be so dramatic!

yeosangie: ugh i’m being realistic!

with another light laugh, you shoved your phone back into your pocket and got up, making sure you had all of your things before heading out of the building. it was sunny, having to use your hand to shield your eyes while you made your way to the parking lot. you could feel your phone buzz again, assuming it was yeosang again but you weren’t able to think twice of it when your arm bumped into another

“watch where you’re going,” the voice was a bit harsh, not glancing back to where you were. you turned to their direction, he seemed in a rush to get inside which made you scowl. of course you all had places to be, but why did he get a pass to be rude?

“asshole,” you muttered under your breath, not wanting to let the blonde stranger dampen your mood and continued the route to your car

“he could have been having a bad day.” yeosang suggested while leaned back against the glass door, watching how you paced back and forth. you paused your movements to point over at him, “i was too but you don’t see me going all,” you cleared your throat and shifted your body to mimick how the stranger was, “watch it,” letting your voice drop a few octaves

yeosang pressed his lips together, as if trying to stifle his laugh, “is that how it went?”

you deadpanned, looking at him, “thats beyond the point!” you then groaned

sure, you weren’t entirely an asshole, you would have understood if the stranger had a bad day. but dear lord, all of your understanding went out the window the second he opened his mouth and you were glad you’d never see him again. “what do i gotta help with tonight?” you decided to steer the conversation before you got yourself too fired up again

yeosang clicked his tongue, lifting himself off the door so he could get behind the bar, “help me serve them, simple.” he shrugged, “i underestimated because this place is gonna be packed.” he cringed

“who even is the band anyways?” you asked while bringing in a box of different liquors, huffing as soon as you set it down onto the countertop, dusting your hands off on your worn-out jeans

“halazia,” he replied with a shrug, “wooyoung’s new project,” he added in and you laughed a little

“another one?” you tilted your head

yeosang nods, “but this one actually pulled through.”

and you nodded back as a response. you knew wooyoung the same amount as you knew yeosang, the two were practically a two for one deal and wherever yeosang went, wooyoung followed. it wasn’t a surprise that yeosang found a way to have wooyoung’s new band to play here, part of you also felt proud of the fact after the many attempts, wooyoung finally achieved what he strived for.

yet, another part of you hated how jealously bubbled in your core. when was it your turn?

the club was alive with the sound of loud rock music that played, the walls were practically shaking with each booming note. you could feel the bass in your chest from where you were behind the bar, hurriedly serving drinks to customers that were definitely not making it easier. shit, you swore you had a few spilled on you and felt sticky.

yeosang helped pour shots and took majority of the drinks to make while the crowd was wild, jumping and moshing to the music, you could have sworn you saw a few stage divers and crowd surfers. the smell of sweat and alcohol was thick in the air, yeosang glanced over at you as he handed over a tray of shots. "you holding up okay?" he yelled over the music.

you nodded, a bead of sweat dripping down your forehead. "i’m managing!”

you didn’t get to see the band or say hello to wooyoung as you maybe hoped, and you doubted you’d be able to enjoy the music with how business was being. “i’m glad you’re here! i would have definitely died,” yeosang said as he let out a breath, moving past you with a tray of filled to the top shots to a group

“oh yeah, i guess you were being realistic after all,” you poked fun as you ran your hands through your hair, ruffling it a bit and wiping the sweat with the back of your hand after while you heard him give an ‘i told you so!’

as you continued on, you could hear the loud vocals that were hitting you in the chest — you managed to steal a few glances to the stage where you noticed the band certainly deserved the hype, wooyoung knew what he was doing this time, you assumed he learned from past mistakes. speaking of, there he was in all his glory playing the bass with his signature charming smile as he mouthed the lyrics and interacted with the crowd, drenched in sweat and water he poured on himself during the last song

but your eyes couldn’t stay on him, oh no, your sight kept falling onto the lead vocalist who played the bass and belted the lyrics, the vein in his neck showing just how much power he was pouring to the crowd. “who is that?” you voiced over the music, leaning towards yeosang who followed your gaze

“kim hongjoong,“ yeosang answered as he let out a breath, relieved to be able to rest for a moment. “only spoke with him a few times, closed off guy but powerful as fuck on stage.”

you nodded as you let your gaze linger back to him, how free and at home he looked as he sang, “this is a wasteland, my only retreat.. with heaven above you, there’s hell over me.”

you couldn’t remember how the rest of the night went, most of it was a blur when you began helping yeosang pack up, “so how was that?” he amused, zipping up his bag as he glanced up at you

humming, you let out a breathy laugh, leaning back against the wall, “it was.. something.” you folded your arms over your chest, “we’re just waiting for wooyoung now, huh?”

and yeosang replies in a nod, “as usual.”

as if his name was a summoning ritual, wooyoung’s loud laugh became more prominent from the back, and there he was walking in with three others — one being the blonde you found yourself drawn to more than you’d want to admit

“ah, there’s my favorite artist!” wooyoung beamed as he ran over, leaving the three behind to rush over to you with his arms out

“hey woo,” you greeted with a smile as you let him engulf you in the tightest hug, the smell of his cologne suffocating your nose, it was safe to say he drenched himself after the show and you could see he was still lightly glazed with sweat. “alright! off! you’re still sweaty,” you exaggerated while giving him a tiny shove

wooyoung replied with a laugh and dragged out whine, “a little sweat never hurt anyone,” he huffed before ruffling your hair

“oh, yeah guys this is seonghwa and mingi,” wooyoung first introduced the two that caught up, seonghwa having some of his hair up and the rest down, his hair strands more pulled out at the front to frame his face, he certainly rocked that choker better than anyone you knew while mingi looked as if he was made for this genre

“nice to meet you,” seonghwa greeted with a polite grin, bowing as you smiled in response

“yeah, thanks for coming too,” mingi smiled

while you listened to them all talk, wooyoung being the one you heard the most, your eyes wandered to the back where you saw hongjoong on his phone, cigarette between his lips as he stayed apart from the rest. you weren’t sure why he was alone, eyebrow raised.

but your chest felt a bit heavier and breath hitched when he tilted his head and shifted to meet your gaze, blowing the smoke in the air. how could he make death look so marvelous?

“yah! joong, you can’t smoke in here, i’m not getting in trouble because of you,” yeosang broke the trance you were in as he scolded the blonde who rolled his eyes and took another long drag

“fine,” he exhaled, glancing at you before making his way out, blowing out the smoke as he pushed open the door and walked out

turning your attention back to the group, your brows furrowed together, “is he always like that?” and you wanted to simply ask if he was always an asshole but for the sake of being civil…

seonghwa sighed, “he’s not so bad, he just had a tough morning.”

mingi snickered, nodding while wooyoung groaned, “yeah but he made practice ten times more hard! all because of that girl he bumped into,”

“ah, sounds like your morning, y/n” yeosang humored as he grabbed his jacket

and you wanted to scowl, eyes glancing back to the window where you saw him focused on the nightsky, exhaling the smoke that he inhaled. “so he’s the asshole stranger.”

of course, makes sense.

“he’s not so bad once you get to know him,” seonghwa repeated with a reassuring smile

you shrugged, “and pigs can fly.” you muttered because certainly first impressions matter to you and with the pretty rockstar, he managed to have two and failed them both miserably

you just hoped you’d never have to see his stupid pretty face again.

masterlist . . next

[fourstarsoutofnine]

I would like to humbly request a fluffy fic for Wind where the reader and him are having fun at a lake or similar so he can get his mind off of something very stressing that happened to him recently 🥺 The dynamic I had in mind is reader being kinda like an older sibling to him

Ur fics are soooo good and so cute <3 hope you don't mind this request.

A/n:heyoooo! Im gonna combine these two. Wrote this in one go with Long Story Short bc Taylor Swift playing on repeat and my cat half asleep on my arm. Wind is one of my favorites and I really enjoyed writing this :) not proofread btw

Warnings:none!

Lake Shenanigans with the Hero of Winds.

You’d all been traveling for hours and hours with seemingly no end in sight. It had been a very taxing night before—a particularly difficult fight had left everyone, especially the sailor, in disarray. Every part of you ached as you walked beside the young boy, and you begged Hylia, Din, Nayru, and Farore—anyone who would listen—for a break. You needed to sit down and let your feet rest. Your body cried for it in the way it creaked and popped with each step as though you were an old tree rocking with the wind. And then you saw it in your periphery. A lake.

“Hey old man!!!” You were suddenly met with a new sense of energy with the idea of rest just on the horizon. You ran ahead to walk next to the man. “Can we go to the lake??? We’ve been walking since four AM… it’s…” you didn’t even know what time it was, and your face scrunched in confusion as you tried to throw together the hours that swirled in your memory like paint mixing into a deep, ugly gray hue. You didn’t have a clue how long it’d been. “I—I Don’t know what time it is now, but that makes my case even more urgent—we need to rest…”

He looked up to the sky as he thought. It had been a while… he looked back to the group of men and boys behind him, exhaustion radiating from them like heat waves from a sheet of metal. “…alright. I don’t see why not. Detour, boys. We’re going to the lake.”

“What’s a lake?” The youngest hero, the hero of winds, asked.

“What’s a lake???” You exclaimed with surprise written on your face. It hit you then. The sailor was from a time where Hyrule was surrounded by oceans, its once vast lands reduced to mere islands. “Well—….” You went to walk beside the boy as you followed the old man’s new path towards the body of water. “It’s….like a small sea… and it’s freshwater instead of saltwater… and they’re *really* nice to swim in.”

He seemed even more eager to get to your destination after that. It brought a pep to the step of everyone in the group and in a matter of mere minutes, you all arrived. The sailor lit up once he saw the water. “Whoa!!! It is like a mini lake!!” He shouted with a smile that could light the way even in pure darkness. His eyes sparkled at the waterfall dumping fresh water into the lake. It was more the beginning of a River, really, but you weren’t complaining. It was cleaner with moving water. Not like you were extremely worried about that, though.

“Uh-huh! Told you!” You smiled and slipped your shoes off, putting your feet into the lake and sighing in relief from the cold water that eased your aches in a chilled embrace you welcomed graciously. You watched the champion strip himself of his armor and jump in with caution thrown to the wind, as it always was in his case. You supposed, if he could face death and return victorious then there wasn’t much for him to fear.

Several links followed his lead and swam around with each other, playing chicken fight, and diving to the bottom to see what treasures may lie there from days past. You remained where you were until the sailor came up to you with a devilish look that only told you he was up to no good.

“Uh oh. What trouble are you getting into?” You grinned.

“Now why would you think that??? I’m a good boy I do no harm.” He smiled and batted his eyelashes, to which you gave a scoffing laugh.

“Yeah, right—okay.” You rolled your eyes. “What’s the agenda, sailor?”

“Look at the vet.” He said and you turned your head. The vet laid with his feet in the water and his hat over his face. His arms acted as a pillow behind his head. He was virtually defenseless and far too at your mercy for his own good. You knew what the sailor had in mind without him having to tell you, and the evil smile you returned to the boy told him exactly that. You were on the exact same page and spoke the same language of mischief as he did. The two of you snuck off to grab one of the buckets the group carried. You scooped water Into it and snuck as silently over as you could. Thankfully, he was too deep into sleep to notice you at all. You silently counted down from 3 on your fingers. Once reaching zero, you dumped it on him and he shot up with a gasp as you threw the bucket and ran for your lives. He whipped around to see your retreating forms and leapt up to chase after you. You two split up and ran back around him, jumping into the lake with little regard to your clothes. They’d dry, you’d be fine. And so would the vet, even if he’d pout and scowl the rest of the day. It was funny, he had to admit(even if he wouldn’t). All hell always broke loose whenever you and the sailor teamed up for shenanigans, but the group needed that sometimes. They were a serious bunch when they went too long without fun. You two would always be there to bring it back.

[realityjoey]

COWBOYS (RILEY ANDERSON MC x EVAN BUCKLEY)

The Halloween night was alive with crisp autumn air, pumpkin spice scents, and the thrill of a chill-inducing adventure. The 118 team—Buck, Riley, Eddie, Hen, Chimney, and Bobby—had decided to take on the challenge of a haunted house attraction, one of the most notorious in the city. It was known for pushing the limits of fear, with hidden actors, gruesome scenes, and sound effects that could make even the bravest tremble.

Riley, always up for an adventure, had brought along some of her siblings—Georgie, Bailey, Kyra, and Ollie. The younger ones, Miles and Lily, were too young for this particular brand of Halloween fun, but the older siblings were excited, their energy adding a buzz to the night. Buck, of course, was in high spirits, taking every opportunity to position himself next to Riley, playfully nudging her shoulder and whispering mock-bravery claims about how he was going to protect her from whatever lurked in the darkness.

As they approached the entrance, the haunted house loomed ahead like a shadowy monster, all flickering lights and ominous music. A sign at the front read, “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.” Buck scoffed, but Riley raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Feeling confident?” she teased, leaning in close enough for her breath to tickle his ear.

“You know it, babe. Nothing in there’s gonna scare me,” he replied with a bravado that sounded convincing—until Riley’s siblings caught wind of it.

“Okay then, Buckley,” Georgie grinned, eyes glinting mischievously. “Why don’t you take the lead?”

The rest of the siblings joined in, egging Buck on to be the fearless leader. Buck’s chest puffed out slightly, determined to prove himself, especially with Riley’s watchful eyes on him. He shot her a confident smile and strode forward, the others falling into a line behind him. Riley chuckled softly, rolling her eyes, but there was a fondness in her gaze as she watched him lead the charge.

They entered the haunted house, where dim, flickering lights barely illuminated their path. The air felt thick, and eerie sound effects filled the air—chains clinking, ghostly whispers, and distant screams that seemed to echo through the darkness. Riley stayed close to Buck, letting him take the lead even as her siblings huddled together, their initial excitement turning to nervous giggles.

The first jump scare came quickly—a masked figure leaping out from behind a hidden door with a loud growl. Buck jolted, letting out a surprised shout, and Riley couldn’t hold back her laughter. “That’s one for the brave Buckley,” she quipped, nudging him with her shoulder as they continued down the dark, winding path.

Buck huffed, his pride dented. “I’m just… staying on alert,” he said, trying to regain his composure. But each time another scare came—a bloodied zombie lurching out from the shadows, a creepy doll whispering in a dark corner, a sudden flash of lightning revealing gory scenes on the walls—Buck flinched. And each time, Riley was quick to tease, her voice light but filled with affection. “You’re really showing those monsters who’s boss, aren’t you?”

Eddie and Chimney were having a field day with it too, taking turns to mock Buck’s bravado, but Buck kept pushing forward, determined to make it through without admitting defeat.

They soon reached the most chilling part of the house: an old, decrepit nursery room with creaking rocking horses, dusty cribs, and broken dolls that seemed to follow them with their eyes. A distorted lullaby played softly in the background, adding an eerie touch to the scene. As they walked through, Riley’s smile faltered, her steps slowing. She glanced around the room, her eyes lingering on the shadows that seemed to crawl along the walls, her breathing becoming a bit unsteady.

Buck noticed her change in demeanor almost immediately. He stepped back beside her, his earlier bravado melting into concern. ���Hey, you okay?” he asked, his voice low so that only she could hear.

Riley nodded quickly, but there was a tightness around her eyes, a tension that Buck knew too well. He reached out, gently taking her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You know, we can get out of here if you want,” he offered, his voice softer than she’d heard all night. The teasing, cocky tone was gone, replaced by genuine care.

She shook her head again, taking a shaky breath. “No, it’s just… reminds me of things back home. Places I’d rather forget,” she admitted quietly, not meeting his eyes. It wasn’t often that she opened up about her past, especially in front of the team or her siblings, but in that dimly lit room with Buck’s warm hand around hers, she felt a little more at ease.

Buck’s expression softened, and he pulled her a bit closer, wrapping his arm around her shoulders protectively. “Hey, you don’t have to explain,” he whispered. “I’ve got you, okay? Nothing in here’s going to hurt you. And I promise, we’re getting out of here together, no matter what spooky dolls decide to jump out at us.” He tried to add a bit of humor, hoping to lighten the heaviness he felt coming from her.

Riley finally looked up, meeting his gaze, and managed a small, grateful smile. “You’re such an idiot, you know that?”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” he shot back, and she chuckled softly, leaning into his side for a moment. It was a fleeting but intimate moment amid the chaos of the haunted house, one that made the whole experience feel less terrifying, knowing they had each other to lean on.

As they moved on, Buck kept a protective arm around her, guiding her through the remaining rooms. Despite his earlier jumps and scares, he remained steadfast by her side, ready to pull her closer whenever she flinched at the sudden noises or creepy props.

By the time they reached the end of the haunted house, the group emerged into the cool night air, buzzing with the thrill of surviving the ordeal. Buck, with his arm still around Riley, tried to play it cool in front of her siblings, despite the teasing that continued from Georgie and the others about his bravery—or lack thereof.

But Riley, seeing the way he’d stayed with her when things got tough, couldn’t help but see him in a new light. She knew how much he’d done it for her, how hard he’d tried to keep the fear at bay, even when it got to him.

As the group laughed and recounted their favorite moments from the haunted house, Riley pulled Buck aside for a moment. “Thanks,” she said softly, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. “For being there, and for not making me feel stupid about… you know.”

Buck smiled down at her, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “Anytime, Riley. You know I’d walk through a hundred haunted houses if it meant keeping you safe.”

“Even if you end up screaming more than me?” she teased, the sparkle returning to her eyes.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace. “Even then. Besides, I like hearing your laugh—worth every jump scare.”

And as they stood there, wrapped up in each other beneath the glow of the Halloween lights, surrounded by Riley’s siblings and their makeshift family, they both knew they’d remember this haunted house adventure not just for the scares, but for the way it brought them closer together.

The haunted house adventure had left everyone in high spirits, and the night wasn’t over yet. Bobby and Athena had invited everyone back to their place for pumpkin carving, a tradition that had become a staple for the 118 and their extended family. The backyard was decked out with string lights, autumn-themed decorations, and tables lined with snacks, drinks, and enough pumpkins to keep everyone busy for hours.

As everyone gathered in the backyard, laughter filled the cool night air. Bobby stood at the grill, flipping burgers and hot dogs while Athena handed out hot cider to warm everyone up. Hen and Karen helped their son Denny set up his pumpkin on a table, while Maddie and Chimney tried to wrangle Jee-Yun, who was toddling around excitedly between the adults. May and Harry were busy picking out the best pumpkins with Eddie and Christopher, who were already discussing the intricate designs they wanted to carve.

Buck and Riley arrived with her siblings—Georgie, Bailey, Kyra, and Ollie—who had been buzzing with excitement since leaving the haunted house. They immediately ran over to the table covered in pumpkins, eager to start carving their own spooky designs.

“Alright, everyone, grab a pumpkin and some tools,” Bobby called out, smiling warmly as he watched the chaotic scene unfold. “We’ve got a lot of carving to do before these kids eat all the candy.”

Riley found a spot at one of the tables with Buck and her siblings. She noticed Bailey eyeing the spread of candy eagerly and gave him a mock-stern look. “You can have more candy if you actually finish a pumpkin this time, Bailey.”

Bailey grinned cheekily. “You sound like a proper mum, Riley.”

She rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “Just don’t make a mess of Athena’s garden, alright?”

Buck, meanwhile, was trying to keep up with Ollie’s ambitious plan for a skeleton face pumpkin. “Okay, so you want the teeth to look… like this?” Buck asked, sketching a rough outline on the pumpkin.

Ollie scrutinized Buck’s sketch and then nodded approvingly. “Yeah, that’s perfect. But make it scarier, okay?”

“Scarier, got it,” Buck replied with a wink, ruffling Ollie’s hair. “You picked the right guy for the job.”

Across the yard, Riley joined Kyra, who was carving a classic jack-o’-lantern face with a mischievous grin. Riley’s hands worked skillfully as she helped Kyra shape the eyes, her thoughts drifting for a moment as she glanced over at Buck. He was in full “big brother” mode, guiding Ollie’s hand as they carved together. The sight warmed her heart, and she felt a wave of gratitude for how easily he’d embraced her siblings and made them feel like they were a part of this patchwork family.

Riley’s gaze lingered on him, and a soft smile curved her lips. Noticing her distraction, Georgie elbowed her playfully. “You’re staring, Riley.”

“Shut up,” Riley mumbled, blushing slightly but not taking her eyes off Buck. “I’m just making sure he doesn’t mess up Ollie’s pumpkin.”

Georgie smirked, shaking her head. “Sure you are.”

Not far away, Hen and Karen were getting into a friendly competition with Eddie and Christopher over who could carve the best superhero-themed pumpkin. Christopher insisted that his dad’s pumpkin would win, while Denny sided with his moms, and soon, their laughter filled the yard as they teased each other over their carving skills.

Meanwhile, Chimney tried to distract Jee-Yun with a small pumpkin of her own, carefully guiding her tiny hands as she smeared paint across its surface. “Look, Jee-Yun, you’re making a masterpiece,” he said, beaming at her messy creation.

Maddie smiled at the sight, capturing the moment with her phone. “She’s going to be a little artist, isn’t she?”

Athena, watching the scene from the patio with a warm smile, turned to Bobby as he finished up at the grill. “You’ve got to admit, there’s something special about this group. It’s like one big, chaotic family.”

Bobby nodded, his expression fond as he glanced out over their makeshift family, all gathered together under the glow of the patio lights. “Yeah, it’s nights like these that remind you what it’s all about.”

As the evening went on, the pumpkins slowly took shape, each one unique. Riley and Kyra’s jack-o’-lantern had a wide, mischievous grin, while Georgie’s had sharp, menacing eyes. Ollie’s skeleton pumpkin with Buck’s help turned out to be one of the more detailed ones, though it took a few teasing jabs from Hen about how much time they’d spent on it.

“Hey, we’re perfectionists, okay?” Buck defended, pointing a carving knife at Hen in mock seriousness, making everyone around him laugh. Riley rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling at his antics.

As the night drew on, the group gathered around the table to admire their finished pumpkins, each one lit up with a flickering candle inside. The yard glowed with an eerie but comforting light, the warmth of the company making it feel like a true celebration.

Riley leaned into Buck’s side, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched Ollie excitedly show off their skeleton pumpkin to Denny and Christopher. Buck slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “You having a good time?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Yeah,” she replied, her voice soft as she looked up at him. “I am. It’s nice… being with everyone like this. Feels like home.”

Buck’s expression softened, and he gave her a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, it does. And you know, I think we’ve got the best pumpkin here.”

Riley snorted, glancing over at their pumpkin, which now had a bit of a lopsided grin thanks to Ollie’s last-minute changes. “Sure, Buckley, whatever you say.”

He laughed, pressing another kiss to her temple. “Okay, maybe it’s not the best, but it’s definitely got the most heart.”

She couldn’t argue with that, and as they stood there, surrounded by their friends and family, Riley felt a warmth settle in her chest, one that chased away the chill of the earlier haunted house and left her feeling truly at peace.

As the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the neighborhood, Buck and Riley headed home from Bobby and Athena’s. Their next mission for the evening: taking Riley’s youngest siblings, Miles and Lily, out trick-or-treating. The backseat of the car buzzed with chatter as Riley checked in with her siblings over the phone, reminding them to have their costumes ready by the time she and Buck arrived.

When they pulled into the driveway, Riley spotted Miles and Lily waiting eagerly at the door, already in their costumes. Miles had chosen to dress up as a cowboy, but there was a nervous look on his face as he fidgeted with his hat. Next to him, Lily bounced up and down with excitement, her princess dress glittering in the fading light. She had insisted on being a princess for Halloween, complete with a tiara that she wore proudly atop her curly hair.

Riley stepped out of the car, her eyes softening at the sight of her younger siblings. She reached out to ruffle Miles’ hair as they approached the door. “Hey, you two, ready to get some candy?”

Lily nodded enthusiastically, clutching her pumpkin-shaped bucket. “I want to get so much candy!” she declared, her eyes wide with determination.

Miles, however, shifted uncomfortably in his boots, glancing at his costume and then down at the ground. “I… I don’t know if I want to wear this anymore,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Riley exchanged a concerned look with Buck, who knelt down beside Miles, keeping his tone gentle. “Hey, what’s up, little man? You look great in that cowboy getup. Those boots are awesome.”

Miles hesitated, shrugging his shoulders. “Some kids at school said cowboys are lame… that it’s not a cool costume.”

Buck’s brow furrowed, a flash of protectiveness sparking in his eyes. But he quickly softened his expression and leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know what? I think cowboys are the coolest. In fact, I bet if I had a costume like that, I’d wear it too.”

Miles looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. “You… you’d wear a cowboy costume?”

Buck grinned, ruffling Miles’ hair. “Give me a second.” He winked at Riley, then jogged over to the car. From the trunk, he pulled out a cowboy hat he’d brought along—just in case. He slipped it on and grabbed a bandana he found in the backseat, tying it around his neck like a makeshift cowboy. He threw on an old flannel he had, completing the look.

When he returned, striking a dramatic pose with his thumbs hooked in his belt loops, Miles couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. Riley covered her mouth to hide a smile, the warmth of the moment filling her heart. “Well, what do you think?” Buck asked, tipping his hat at Miles. “Think I make a good sidekick for the toughest cowboy in town?”

Miles’ smile widened, his earlier insecurity fading as he looked at Buck. “Yeah. You look cool, Buck.”

“Yeah?” Buck beamed and nudged Miles gently. “That’s what I thought. Now come on, let’s show the neighborhood what real cowboys are made of.”

Riley couldn’t resist stepping closer, wrapping her arm around Buck’s waist and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “You’re the best, you know that?”

He leaned down, catching her lips with his for a brief, sweet moment. “Just want to make sure Miles has a good time.”

With their spirits lifted, the little group set off down the street. Lily practically skipped ahead, waving her wand and announcing herself as “Princess Lily of Candyland” at every house they approached. Each time a door opened, she’d strike a royal pose, her high-pitched voice chiming, “Trick or treat!” The neighbors couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, and she quickly amassed a pile of candy in her little bucket.

Miles, now more confident with Buck at his side, got into the spirit as well, adopting a bit of a swagger with his cowboy boots as he and Buck approached each door. He would give a serious “Yeehaw!” after every house, and Buck would follow it up with a deep “Howdy, partner!” that made Miles laugh every time. The two of them made quite the pair, tipping their hats and playing up their roles.

Riley followed close behind, her heart swelling as she watched Buck and her siblings together. There was something so tender about the way he made Miles feel seen and special, the way he encouraged Lily’s wild imagination without a hint of teasing. It was moments like this that made her realize just how much he had become a part of her life—of their life. She felt a deep sense of love and gratitude for the way he embraced her family, for the way he made them feel safe and valued.

At one point, as they paused under the glow of a streetlamp, Buck caught her watching him with a soft expression. He offered her a lopsided smile and reached out to take her hand, pulling her in for a side hug. “What’s that look for?” he asked quietly, his voice gentle so as not to interrupt the kids’ excitement.

She leaned her head against his shoulder, squeezing his hand. “I just… I love seeing you with them. You’re amazing with them, you know that?”

Buck���s expression softened, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “They’re great kids. And I’m pretty lucky, too. Not everyone gets to be a cowboy sidekick for Halloween.”

Riley laughed softly, the sound carrying through the cool night air. “You’re definitely the best one they could ask for.”

They continued down the street, Lily and Miles darting from house to house, collecting candy and showing off their costumes. As the night wore on, their little group made its way back home, the kids chattering excitedly about their candy haul while Riley and Buck followed behind, hands intertwined.

When they finally arrived back at Riley’s house, Buck lifted Lily up in his arms, spinning her around until she shrieked with laughter. “Alright, Princess Lily, I think it’s time to count your royal treasure,” he said, setting her down on the porch. She immediately dumped her candy onto the steps, sorting through the pile with wide-eyed excitement.

Miles joined her, comparing their hauls and divvying up their favorite sweets. Riley leaned against the porch railing, watching the scene with a content smile. Buck joined her, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with warmth, “I never really thought this was something I’d be doing—taking kids trick-or-treating, being a cowboy, all of it. But… I think it might be my favorite Halloween yet.”

Riley looked up at him, her eyes shining. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

He glanced over at Miles and Lily, then back at her, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Because I get to do it with you. And… it just feels right, you know? Like this is where I’m meant to be.”

Riley felt her heart swell, and she reached up to brush a gentle hand against his cheek. “You’re where you’re meant to be, Buck. Right here with us.”

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in the glow of the porch light and the laughter of the kids, knowing that this Halloween—this simple, perfect night—was something they’d both remember for a long time to come.

[heartfullofleeches]

Hella weird but I want Devlin to chase me, like if it’s just an intense game of tag or I’m genuinely trying to run away idc I want that man full on sprinting after me while I’m running away from him. Sounds like a fun adrenaline rush idk

The ride is unusually quiet. Your partner with his rambunctious and unruly self had hyped up the outing up until this point, eerily quiet as his eyes focus on the road. How well that attention spared was beyond you as you were fairly certain he didn't have a driver's license mainly due to the fact he's been alive nearly as long as vehicle transportation itself, but its better not to sweat the small things. He keeps a hand on your leg the entire drive, mindlessly tracing patterns along your thigh muscles. That mischievous grin of his returns as the car breaks to a stop.

"We're here~"

The happy jingle in his voice can't mean anything good, but you pop your seatbelt and follow him outside out of the trust he longed for and you felt you could give. Devlin grabs a bag from the back and your hand as he steps off road and into the treelining. He kisses the top of your hand as he closes your fingers around a flashlight.

"I'm so exciting, babes. No matter what, just remember you'll be safe- as long as you stay close to me and don't pass the blue trees when we get there."

That's definitely comforting. "What are we doing out here?"

That impossible smile only grows. "You'll see."

Devlin leads you into the wood. There's not much on your walk besides trees and rocks, until you come across the stained walls ejected around the forest floor. Vegetation and the hands of time had done their damage, but you could make out what looks to be spray paint art. The tiny monuments gradually incress in size till you're facing down small cobble huts throughout the area. Devlin stops in what appears to be the heart of the field and spreads his arms.

"Ta-da! Cool ain't it?"

You look around, airsoft goggles abandoned by a tree stump. "Is this... a paintball field?"

"Yup. Built right over the cemetery in the town I grew up in. Had some quality fun when was open. Probably the reason it closed too. Yellow eyed devil is what they called me. So fucking lame."

"I'm glad you showed me a part of your past, but is sight seeing all we came to do?"

"Nope."

Devlin snatches your light and tosses it into the trees. He pulls off his coat and lays it over a wall.

You back away as he streches. "I'm confused.."

"I'm gonna hunt ya down, silly. Just a little bonding experience and a way to relieve all the stress I got from watching you mingle with others. Most importantly, it'll be good to see how fast you can run if you flake on me and I have to drag your cute ass back where you belong.

He's dead serious about this. Some warning would've been nice, but the only way out is if you play alone. "What are the roles?"

"You try to make it back to the car without me catching you. It's pretty much a straight line besides the baracades so whether that's an advantage is on you. I'll give you a ten second head start. If you win, I'll do whatever you say for the night. If I win.... well- you'll see soon enough.

It probably would've been best to calculate your chances of winning, but it was clear he was getting antsy. "Alright. I'll play along. You better not be a sore loser like you were when we played operation."

Devlin looks ready to burst from excitement. "Scouts honor. We start in five."

You face the starting point, counting off in your head. You hear Devlin pacing behind you as you get in position. On the final number, your feet sink into the soft earth as you take off. Your countdown continues as you sprint down the path, seconds ticking by until the chase begins. Glancing over your shoulder, you see that Devlin isn't even looking in the direction you're heading. As the second countdown finishes, he takes a knee - running off to your right.

You make up for the wasted time by kicking your flight into second gear. Wasn't the best idea to put all your energy in at the start, but he was up to something and you knew it. Just keep looking ahead and pushing forward. The trees off the path were two dense for him to make it through and somehow catch you. There was probably a trap somewhere or-

Devlin cleans tree leaves out of his hair as he steps onto the path. The fall hurt his ankle, but with a few rolls of his foot it's good as new. You stop dead in your tracks, flinging yourself behind the nearest wall before he can spot you. That bastard was in the trees - waiting for you. You knew he was fast, but that seemed impossible. You peak around the wall to see if he's noticed you.

"Anybody ever tell you how hot you are covered in sweat and afraid?"

Devlin leans over the wall, winking at you as you look up. Grabbing the closest thing to you, you throw a small rock in his general direction as you race off in the direction you came. He catches it and hops over the wall.

"Oh you play dirty, huh? Here I thought I would have to go easy on you."

Your chest burns as you make distance from him as fast as humanly possible. He's gone off road again when you check, but this time you catch a glimpse of him through the thicket of trees right before he bursts out again in front of you. You pedal backwards and into one of the area towers, crawling beneath the glass free window to make it to the otherside. Devlin is already there and covers your mouth before you can scream. He pins you to the wall and celebrates his victory with a kiss to your sweaty skin.

"Looks like I won. I think it's time for the real fun to begin."

Devlin picks you up and sits you on the window sill. You catch your breath as his hands paw your thighs, tongue rolling over your salty skin.

"Another... round."

His ears perk up in tune with his lecherous smirk. "Oh?"

"I... wasn't- ready. If you win, I'll give you... an entire week of doing whatever you want."

Devlin backs off you, the flames of adrenaline rekindled in his eyes and burning brighter than before. "Oh, Y/n. You have no idea what you've just submitted yourself too."

[bafvkun]

I don’t understand how Seraph of the End isn’t more popular like I for real don’t. Especially when it has a character that is SOOOO similar to our king Gojo.

Y’all don’t realize how similar Gojo and Glenn are, apart from the fact they literally share the same VA. Their personalities are similar, their temperament and approach to things too. The only thing I can think of is that Glenn is more morally grey than Gojo ever will.

They have the same path in life, both of them went through the same shit.

(Pretty much spoiler free)

When Gojo was born it was like God descended upon mortals, his clan as well as himself are placed on a special sit in the sorcerer world, he grew up so lonely and isolated. On the other hand Glenn is the opposite but the result is basically the same. He grew up in a clan that was always considered as inferior to others, at the very end of the rope, so he was always treated poorly and isolated.

They grew up as rather gloomy kids, which can be understood, and they both had crazy potential to become the lead of their own community, so the sorcerer world and humanity for each of them. But things changed when they entered high school.

Both of them got put into a new environment, with new people and new mentalities because the people around them weren’t sick adults that only judge by title but young people like the two of them that can still change their minds and be judgment free.

They will meet these new people and create bounds with them, slowly going from isolated kids to part of a group that could face hell together. These new friends they’ll make will be like a second family, they’ll find themselves developing and growing stronger in their company, and they’ll understand that this is what they always needed in the end.

But you know life is a bitch and things won’t go right, some will betray, some will die, they will face grief and moral dilemmas that will hurt them badly, traumatizing them even.

But life goes on after all and it will end up settling down, some time will go by (for Gojo just a matter of days/weeks and Glenn years) and they’ll take in a new student that is totally foreign to the world they’re taken in. From that they will treat them like younger brothers and educate them, instilling them everything they learned to be able to face the world.

Gojo like Glenn know the potential the two (Megumi and Yu) have and how much they’re gonna absolutely rock the world and they both prepare them to be able to face this. And the two of them will push their students to make friends and create a link, just like they did before.

And if you compare the beginning of both anime with the end of both first seasons Megumi like Yu opened up a whole lot thanks to their friends, they’re much more fulfilled and determined than they could ever have been without their mentor’s help to create bounds.

But unfortunately life is really just terrible to them and they’ll have to put their own students through trials they wanted to protect them from, but fate is just that much greater than us.

I think I’ll stop over sharing here but please please please JJK fans, give a chance to Seraph it’s so worth it and I’m having a blast analyzing the characters, there’s so much to say about them. (And I’m not even mentioning how these two are literally lady killers UGH)