#i’m just gonna say it i’d do a little dance and then bend over for this diluc

[mmmairon]

Dark Knight and his phoenix

Aprilluc days 9 [Pheonix], 10 [Dark Knight] & 14 [Knight Armour] because I’m behind lol

[coqvttes]

୨୧― 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠. 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

୨୧˚ synopsis: your dad sends his best friend officer grimes to pick up his precious daughter from a party, but things get heated when rick punishes you for resisting an officer.

୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, p in v, petnames, crying, teasing, spanking, fem!reader, sub!reader, dbf!rick, dom!rick, age gap, creampie, rough sex, manhandling, mentions of handcuffs, public sex, lmk if i forgot anything!

୨୧˚ wc: 1.4k for @pillow-princess-69 ‘s request <3

“you’re coming with me, sweetheart,” he says, giving you no chance to answer or even breathe before he’s hoisting you up and practically throwing you over his broad shoulder. you squeal as he holds you firmly in place. 

“noooooo, rick, im having fun!” you wail, smacking his shoulder as if it would do any damage. he shakes his head as he heads back towards the front door, his hand holding you by the waist, fingers so dangerously close to your arse.

“‘m staying here!” pleading, you kick your legs up in the air, causing his grip on your side to tighten. He pays you no attention as he pushes through the crowd of people holding red cups and dancing to the awfully loud music. 

he manages to get past the front door and he pulls the door of his police patrol car open, leaning down to plop you down in the passenger seat. he slams your door shut before getting in the driver's seat. 

“seatbelt,” he orders, but you ignore him and huff as you cross your arms, gosh you never fail to give him the usual attitude. he rolls his eyes before leaning over you to click your seatbelt on for you like a child.

“i’m not a baby! it was just a party. it’s only midnight! you just had to barge in and ruin it.” you complain, glaring at him. 

“your dad sent me to pick you up, so i’m just doing my job, and i don’t want you to get drunk and get yourself into trouble.”

he starts the engine up and rests his hand on the back of your headrest to reverse, but you don’t even hear him as your attention is focused entirely on his beefy arm as he’s trying to reverse out of the driveway. 

“officer, is it true that you get to take your handcuffs home?” 

his brow raises, and he gives you a curious expression before nodding. 

“yes, i take my cuffs home with me, got em right here,” he says, taking a hand off the wheel to show you the cuffs that hang on the belt of his trousers. you smile before speaking again.

“do you use them when you have sex?”

his expression changes to complete shock, and his cheeks burn as he spares you a glance. his expression is priceless as he fumbles with his words, unsure of how to answer such a question.

“i’d let you put me in handcuffs, officer. grimes,” you whisper, trailing your fingers slowly up his tense thigh before hastily grabbing onto his prominent bulge in his trousers, palming him cheekily.

oh now you’ve done it. He abruptly stops the car in the middle of nowhere, as it seems. you smirk as you try to read his emotions as he switches gears before pulling his seatbelt off. he gets out of the car before looping around to your side, opening the passenger door.

“get out.” he pulls you out by the arm roughly and slams the door shut, maneuvering you over to the hood of the car as you stumble along.

“you need to watch your mouth, sweetheart. saying things like that to a man might get you into some trouble, you know?” 

his voice is deep and throaty, and your cunt is practically drooling for him as he bends you over the bonnet of the car, his palm pressing down on the dip of your back, just above your arse. 

“‘m sorry, officer, are you gonna have to punish me?” you tease, wiggling your arse at him, practically taunting him. 

“god, you’ve been testing my patience, sweetheart. you know how long i’ve had to hold back from putting you in your place? god if it wasn’t for your dad, i would’ve fucked you by now.” 

rick practically growls as he flips up your little skirt, smiling when he sees how your cute little cotton panties have a dark wet spot down the middle, right where your precious cunt is.

“awww you wet for me, darlin?” he coos, rubbing his calloused thumb over the dampness of your panties, pressing down ever so gently. he grins satisfactorily as you let out a quiet whimper, arching your back into the pleasure.

his fingers sneak into your panties and cup your glistening mound before tugging them down entirely, pulling them off your legs before stuffing them in his pocket, but you don't know that. 

you gasp and turn your head around as you hear his belt unbuckling before he tugs his trousers and briefs down just enough so that he can pull his dick out. he’s so hard, his angry head is leaking with pre-cum from your previous teasing. 

he rubs the tip against your weeping cunt a few times before he pushes inside of you, groaning throatily. you lunge forward from the sudden intrusion and gasp out his name. 

his hand rests on the dip of your back, and his other rests on the curve of your arse. he sheathes himself inside you entirely before pulling out halfway, his movements are slow, and you whine impatiently. just as you’re about to complain, he starts thrusting in and out of your hole mercilessly.

knocking the air out of your lungs, you feel the drag of his dick in your gummy walls as he fucks you into oblivion. your knees buckle, and you lose your balance, but his strong, muscular arms hold you up against the car firmly.

god forbid, if any car drove past you, you’d both be down for public indecency, but it’s 4 a.m. and nobody drives down these roads at this hour. besides, he’s the law around here; he’s never letting anything happen to you, not on his watch.

rick cruelly pounds into your cunt, whispering filthy nonsense about how he’s been waiting so long to do this and how much of a brat you are. 

none of it makes sense in your dumb mind. with the feeling of his dick bullying into you, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting for this too. 

“r-rick! faster!” you cry, your voice wobbling slightly as your body lunges forward with each of his thrusts. 

“say it properly,” he tuts, bringing his palm up before smacking it on the softness of your arse. whimpering through tears, you barely manage.

“p-please officer, faster-!” he lets out a hum of approval before picking up his pace, now brutally snapping his hips against yours. 

it’s all too much with the rough groans coming from his throat, the lewd smacking noises of his hips snapping against yours, and your slutty moans. your climax nears as you chant his name like a prayer. 

he pounds into you in an almost animalistic manner, his hands gripping onto your waist so tight you swear you’ll bruise later. drool dripping down the corner of your lips at how deliciously filthy he’s fucking you. 

“ohh rickkk, mm!” you moan delightedly as your cunt clenches around him, pleasure washing over you entirely as you lose yourself around him. he follows up shortly, releasing his cum inside you with a broken moan.

“sweetheart”

he slowly exhales as he pulls out of your heat, warm cum spilling out of your used hole as you remain bent over his car, cunt clenching around nothing as he leaves you empty. 

“thank you, officer.” you giggle, pulling your panties back up.

“fuck, your dad’s gonna kill me.” he sighs, zipping his trousers back up and smirking at you. 

“not if he doesn’t find out.” you smile at him cheekily, approaching him, and he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. you lean up to whisper, “next time, i’ll let you cuff me, officer.” you grin before walking past him to get back into the car.

he stands there, dumbfounded and wondering if he should just take you in the back of the car right now. he doesn’t think he can wait till next time, whenever next time is…

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[delulustateofmind]

JJK x Reader: I wanna get you pregnant!

Not in the way that you think! 

Characters: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, and special guest….Yuki! 

TW: Pure fluff/Crack, Use of Pet names, reader in majority of my fics is a non sorcerer (to make it more reader like, y’know?), Sexual implications: Spanking, sex, use of toys (mentioned if you squint) Yuki is feeling spicy. 

A/n: My husband absolutely despises me when I ask if I can get him pregnant. Why have such a nice ass? If I cannot breed? Such a cruel world :( 

Satoru- Ah hoho, sexy time? 

You sent him one little text:

"Hey baby! ❤️ Let’s get you pregnant! :))) I’m ovulating!”

Satoru, ever the over-eager husband, misread it completely. In fact, he practically sprinted from grading papers all the way home, like the little lovesick husband he was. By the time he stepped through the front door, he was already loosening his belt, eyes bright with a singular focus.

“My sweet little pookie, where are you? I am totally ready to breed your cute ass!” he called out in a sing-song voice, finally tracking you down in the bedroom, where you were lounging, giggling over some fanfiction SMAU—whatever that was.

"Baby," he repeated, bright blue eyes sparkling with excitement, almost feral, "I am here to knock you up."

You looked up, momentarily bewildered, tilting your head as you processed the whirlwind of a man before you. First thought: how on earth did he get home so fast? Second thought: why was he acting like this?

"Satoru…" you started, eyebrows raised. “Get me pregnant? No, no, you’re bending over, and I’m getting you pregnant.” You stated it so bluntly that Satoru actually froze, his face scrunching up in confused disbelief.

"So… that wasn't a typo?" He blinked, leaning in closer. "Listen, I ain't afraid of any, uh, experimental stuff," he said with a playful grin, "but baby, you gotta give me a heads-up if we're diving into that territory. Prep work, you know?"

You weren't entirely sure if he was joking or not. Satoru was a certified freak. He’d recreate any scene you wanted with full commitment, no questions asked. Anything was on the table with him. 

"Uh…" You stared at him, cheeks burning.

His grin only grew wider, eyes dancing with mischief. “C’mon, what happened to all that confidence? What’s this about getting me pregnant?”

You squinted at him, trying to stifle a laugh as you watched the way he was practically vibrating with excitement. He had really taken that text to heart. And seemed totally fine with whoever was getting ‘bred’ concerningly. 

"Alright, alright," you sighed dramatically, pretending to roll up imaginary sleeves. "Guess I’ll have to show you how it’s done, Satoru."

"Oh, so you’re serious?” he said, his grin widening to something almost boyish, teasing. “You know, I might be the strongest sorcerer, but something tells me I’d make a damn good mom too.” He struck his tongue out with a slight giggle.

You snorted, struggling to keep a straight face. "Yeah? Then get comfortable” You were doing your best to suppress your giggles. 

“Oh, baby,” he whispered, doing his best sultry voice, “I was born ready.” He leaned back on the bed, kicking his shoes off dramatically, completely playing along, his expression smug and ready to entertain your every whim.

Just as you climbed up beside him, he gave you a look of faux seriousness. “But first… are we gonna need a safety word here? Because you can’t just spring this on a guy without, like, a tutorial or something.”

You smacked his shoulder, laughing. "The only tutorial you need is to sit back and let me work my magic, alright?"

Satoru gasped, all mock shock. “So demanding! This was supposed to be my job tonight, you know. I came home ready to do the breeding.” He dramatically placed a hand over his chest, as if you’d wounded him. "I feel so used, so... objectified."

“Cry me a river, baby” you retorted, poking him in the ribs. “Or, should I say, ‘Mommy.’”

He gasped again, even louder, eyes wide as if he'd just uncovered a new secret of the universe. "Wait, if I’m 'Mommy'... does that make you ‘Daddy’? Because that I could get behind.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you deadpanned, trying not to laugh, “you’ll be getting behind a whole lot tonight.”

“So, are you actually going to fuck my ass or what?” Satoru practically purred as he pulled you into a loving kiss. It was going to be a long night. 

Suguru - Cute? But no.

You sent him a text. Your loving, devoted husband. The sweet, sly fox of a man you somehow managed to marry.

“Heyyyyy baby! ❤️ Can I uh… get you pregnant? MWAH!”

Suguru stared at the message for a moment, the whistle still in his mouth as he watched the first years run laps around the track. He blinked once, then twice, mentally questioning all the life choices that led him to marrying such a delightfully weird woman. With a small shake of his head, he shrugged and replied:

“No ❤️ But I can get you pregnant, princess :)”

You couldn’t help but giggle when his response popped up on your screen, kicking your feet under the desk at your cute little office job. You quickly covered your mouth to stifle the sound, trying not to disturb your coworkers. The older lady in the cubicle across from you shot you a curious glance, then simply shook her head. You’d earned a bit of a reputation as the office weirdo, but she didn’t seem too surprised. Typical you.

Later that night, after putting the twins to bed, you found yourself side-by-side with Suguru in the bathroom, both of you brushing your teeth in companionable silence. As he leaned over the sink to spit out his toothpaste, something in you—perhaps sheer impulsiveness—took over. Without a second thought, you reached out and smacked him on the ass.

For a moment, you both froze. 

You, because you were genuinely shocked at yourself. How could you possibly have the audacity to smack such a beautiful man, one who hid a surprisingly plump ass under his usual baggy sweatpants?

And Suguru… well, he slowly turned his head to look at you, an eyebrow raised, his violet eyes glinting with something dangerous and mischievous. You immediately recognized the look, and that’s when it hit you—you were in trouble. 

“Don’t,” he said, his voice so calm and smooth it made your skin prickle with nervous excitement. He took a step forward, towering over you just a little. “You’ll wake up the twins, sugar.”

Oh no. Sugar. He only called you that when he was not amused.

You gave him a sheepish smile and started to step back slowly, hands raised as if surrendering would get you out of this.

Suguru tilted his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gave you that calm, terrifyingly serene smile. “What’s wrong, sugar?” he drawled, taking a deliberate step toward you, his eyes glinting with that unmistakable spark of playfulness. The kind of look of a predator looking at its next mean…sorry…toy.

You took another step back, hands pressed over your mouth to stifle your laughter, but the giggles kept bubbling up. “Nothing, nothing at all! Just, uh… brushing my teeth, same as you!”

“Oh, is that so?” He took another slow step forward, eyes never leaving you. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you just smacked my ass. Which, let me remind you, is dangerous territory for a sweet little wife like you.”

You backed up until your heels hit the shower door, and your escape routes were down to… precisely zero.

Suguru was enjoying this far too much, the way he loomed over you, his tone smooth and dangerously soft. “Now, sugar,” he murmured, leaning down until his face was level with yours, “you wouldn’t have been trying to start something, would you?”

You couldn’t help yourself—you burst into laughter, slapping a hand over your mouth as you tried to quiet down. “Sorry! It was just—your sweatpants—and—”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Oh, so it was the sweatpants, huh? That’s what got you all brave?”

“Listen, I…I didn’t think!” you practically whispered, “I didn’t mean to!” Giving him the best pout you could muster, in hopes to charm your way out of this. 

Suguru raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Oh, now you want to act innocent? You’ve been a little menace all day, haven’t you?” He leaned closer, his face mere inches from yours, his violet eyes glinting with that familiar, irresistible mischief. “First, with that message, and now, this”  

“Maybe…we can call a truce?” You ventured, trying to inch around him, but he moved with grace to block you instantly cornering you against the counter with a raised eyebrow. 

“Not a chance, sugar.” His voice dropped to a low murmur, making your skin prickle with his honeyed voice. “But don’t worry. I’ll keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to wake the twins, after all.” He smiled, that same calm smile, and you realized you were dead. 

You bit your lip, but you knew you were done for. Suguru was already tilting his head, his mouth right by your ear as he whispered, “You know I don’t like to be teased, princess. And you know exactly what happens when you do.”

With a last, nervous laugh, you bolted, ducking under his arm to make a break for it. Nearly hitting the corner of the counter in the process. You barely made it past the bathroom door when you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist, effortlessly pulling you back to him. Before throwing you over his shoulder with a tap of his palm against your ass. 

“So we wanted to run?” He whispered, his tone dripping with amusement. “Cute” 

“Wait, wait, Sugu–” you tried to talk in between giggles as he was already leading you to the bedroom. Practically throwing you on the bed, before crawling on top of you. 

“You started this, Sugar,” he murmured, his voice warm and playful as he leaned down to nuzzle your neck, peppering a few light kisses. “And now you’re gonna deal with the consequences” A playful danger in his gaze. 

Yeah, you didn’t walk straight the next day and got good use out of that new gag he bought you. 

Nanami - Hahaha…Not Happening

You sent that sweet little text, along with a tantalizing selfie in the new black lace lingerie you’d picked up during your lunch break.

Nanami had been away on a mission for a few days, and you knew he’d be eager to see you again. So, naturally, you expected him to check his phone and be pleasantly surprised by the little gift you left in his messages—a photo of you looking irresistible, paired with a playful message:

"Hey Pumpkin 🎃! I was just thinking… how about I get you pregnant? Wouldn’t that be so cute? :)”

However, as luck would have it, he was sitting right next to Ino on the ride back, his stoic demeanor not faltering as he opened his phone expecting, perhaps, a picture of something you baked or a casual selfie. Definitely not a suggestive photo of you in lace and a not-so-subtle proposal.

He glanced at the screen, quickly closing his messages without so much as a reaction. Left on read.

You pouted, checking your phone again, hoping for a reply. Maybe he was busy? But as the minutes ticked by, you started to feel the anticipation—and the slightest hint of nervousness—building.

Later that night, you heard the front door open, and there he was, standing in the doorway with his usual calm, composed expression… but his gaze was focused, a little too serious.

"My wonderful wife likes to break rules, doesn’t she?” he said, his voice soft but carrying a distinct edge, as he took off his tie and closed the door behind him. You managed a nervous, wobbly smile.

“W-what do you mean?” you stammered, though you both knew exactly what he meant.

He raised an eyebrow. “What did I say about sending pictures like that to me at work?”

You swallowed, cheeks flushing, knowing full well you’d been caught red-handed. Oh, you were so screwed.

He walked over to the couch, his composure unwavering, and sat down, calmly patting his lap. “Come here,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically firm. “Over my lap. And you’re going to count to twenty.”

You hesitated, your heart pounding, but you moved toward him, knowing full well there was no getting out of this. As you settled over his lap, he leaned down, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke in that calm, measured tone that sent a thrill through you.

“Afterward,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, “I’m going to make good on that little proposal of yours until you can’t see straight.”

Yuki - Mommy? Sorry…Mommy? 

You and Yuki weren’t exactly ready for kids—far from it, actually. Every time you thought about it, you couldn’t help but remember the countless times Yuki had nearly killed Todo during their training. Still, that didn’t stop you from teasing her that she would be the one to carry the kids if you ever did decide to go down that road.

So, with a mischievous grin, you typed out a playful message:

"Mommy… sorry… Mommy? Can I please… get you pregnant 💗?

Her response came back immediately, so fast it made you giggle with excitement, kicking your little feet and a slight squeal.

"Mmm? So I have a little brat today? Good to know 💗 ✨. "

You stared at her response, heart pounding as you took in her words. A brat, huh? That wasn’t a title you earned often, but whenever Yuki bestowed it upon you, it usually meant she was in one of her rare, particularly teasing moods. You bit your lip, debating your options. Maybe disappearing for the weekend wouldn’t be the worst idea… 

You quickly considered your options. Fleeing the country was a bit extreme, but maybe a weekend in Osaka with your parents would be enough to dodge whatever Yuki had in store.

"Don’t even think about running, sweetheart. I’ll find you. I always do ;)"

You practically squeaked, knowing full well that no matter where you went, Yuki was more than capable of tracking you down. She wasn’t just a little sadistic—she was slightly crazy. You always did attract their crazies. 

Taking a deep breath, you decided to play it cool. 

“Who’s running? I’m just, uh, mentally preparing for all that, um… pregnancy talk, baby.”

You cringed a little as you hit send, knowing that your attempt to sound calm probably came off more like a nervous ramble. Her response came back almost instantly, each word dripping with that teasing edge you both dreaded and loved.

"Oh, baby, you’ll need a lot more than mental preparation. But don’t worry—I’ll take my time with you. You’ll have plenty of chances to beg.”

You felt a flutter in your tummy full of excitement that was mixed with nervousness as you read her message, knowing you were absolutely not getting out of this one. The idea of her calling you a “brat” was a warning—Yuki had every intention of putting you in your place, and you knew better than to test her when she was like this.

The thought crossed your mind to apologize, maybe even backtrack, but another part of you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the challenge. You typed a quick reply:

“Well, Yuki, I guess you’ll just have to show me how much of a brat I really am, huh?”

The three little dots popped up immediately, and you barely had time to brace yourself before her reply came through:

“Oh, you can count on it, baby. Pack a bag—you’re spending the weekend with me. And don’t even think about complaining. Brats don’t get choices.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, you were so fucked. Literally.

Sidenote: Thank you for reading! I am planning on doing fluffy Mondays, a better way to start the week imo. Requests are appreciated! Open to angst requests too! I might make angsty days Fridays or Thursdays?

[lanitalay]

Before I Say Goodnight Chapter 13

a/n: I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS CHAPTER, also we are nearing the end. :')

warnings: angst! Violence! blood!

Word count: 3k

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The ball was in full swing after the announcement. None of the attendees showed much interest in the news apart from the fact that it gave them an excuse to indulge in honor of something. No matter if the bride-to-be looked like a beautiful ghost. 

“Let’s get something to drink” Eris said and guided y/n towards the fountains of sparkling wine. He grabbed a glass for each of them. When he handed her the glass he made a point to bend down and whisper for only her to hear “you are doing great”. When he pulled away he delicately brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Then, his hand returned to her back. A barrier between her and the rest of the world. 

She found herself relaxing in his grasp. He was warm and she was freezing. Eris had held her up the whole night, and had kept her alive for weeks. A bond had formed between them. Ice and fire. Light and dark. She pretends to sip the wine, she needed to have her wits with her. She looks up at Eris. Placing her free hand on his chest and standing on her tiptoes to get close enough to say “I feel like I’m gonna throw up from all that spinning”. He chuckles, an honest, warm, gives-you-butterflies, makes-your-knees-weak chuckle. He replies “do you want to get some fresh air?” Her gulp is audible and she nods. Wine glasses are forgotten at a nearby table as he grabs her hand. They weave through the partygoers until they reach an archway that leads to a dimly lit hall. She can tell he’s been here before, he walks confidently until they reach a solitary room.

“Can’t you just winnow me away now? Seems like a perfect opportunity” he closes the door behind him and shaked his head “if we were to leave now, he’ll know you are gone in minutes, a few hours if we are lucky”. She rubs her hands on her arms trying to warm herself, missing the heat radiating off the revelers “still, a few hours wouldn’t make much of a difference if he knows I’ll be in Velaris”. Eris walks over and creates a fire in his palm for her comfort, “it makes a difference because it will give the Night Court time to strengthen their wards, which they won’t have if we leave now”. She nods, “I just can’t stand the thought of being back in the dungeons, I’d rather die than be back there”. It wasn’t a lie. Life in the dungeons had stripped her from any comforts she has ever known and thrown her into the deep end of her misery. Things she wished to forget were always eager to show themselves in the dark and quiet of the cavernous dungeons. Eris had been her only source of light. She’d miss him, she thinks. She’d miss seeing him everyday, she’d miss his attempts to cheer her up, she’d miss his fires, his hands, his freckles and his voice. After she went back to Velaris it might be a lifetime before he’s allowed to enter the Night Court and she doubts she’ll be able to return to her little life in the Human Lands. Her heart breaks at that thought. 

They sit in silence for a few moments, y/n focused on the little fire in front of her. “I have never thanked you”. Eris tenses but says nothing “so thank you, I’ll never forget everything you’ve done to help”. She pushes his arms down, the fire disappearing and lunges forward to hug him “they are wrong about you, Eris. You have to know that” he hugs her back, still not saying a word. She pulls away to look at him and runs her hand through his hair, taming a few misplaced strands. “We should get back” his voice like glass and she nods. 

It took harnessing his five hundred years of training to not go after them when they left the ballroom. His shadows had less restraint and informed him that she was not in danger. That she was in a room, alone with Eris, talking. He cursed his orders to remain on the dais as they walked back in. Her skin was flushed. They resumed their dancing, Eris leading her in precise movements, occasionally spinning her. Hands on her waist and back and hips. Azriel had to look away. 

For all intents and purposes the human girl was the future Lady of Autumn. A clever move from Beron, the rescue mission would now be seen as an act of war. But anyone with eyes could see that she had not been a welcomed guest in the weeks she’s been in Autumn. 

Beron motioned to his son that they were to leave, his expression grave. 

Azriel shifted in his position, wings tight, siphons aglow. 

In an instant the Autumn entourage had vanished. 

Azriel left for Velaris, awaiting her return. 

Eris was supposed to winnow her back once they had reached Autumn and Beron had ordered that she be returned to the dungeons. It would give them until the next day for him to notice she was missing. The wards would be reinforced and protected by then. 

Thirty minutes.

  An hour. 

Eris held her hand as they walked in through the main doors of the Forest House. Freedom, home was a few moments away and she could practically taste it. Her posture more straight. That did not last long as she was taken to the changing room and stripped of the gown and jewels. They gave her a plain tunic and pants. Then the guards came. She did not recognize them. They had not been the ones that had taken her to Eris’ room a few days ago and they were not the ones that would accompany Beron on his visits to the dungeons. 

There were three of them. Two of them grabbed each of her arms and the third walked ahead of them. Her throat closed up as she noticed they were not taking her to Eris’ room or to the dungeons. This was a passage she had never been through. Their footsteps the only sound. The guard leading the way opened an ancient looking door. When they stepped through she noticed a desk, a chair, bookshelves, a High Lord and his son. Now, air escaped her lungs. Had Eris betrayed her? Had Beron figured out the plan on his own? The High Lord was standing in front of his son in mid conversation as she was pushed to sit on the hardwood chair. “Ah, perfect timing” his voice shrill “if the Night Court won’t play we have no use of her here” he approached her and ran a hand through her hair. She felt nauseous. “Do you know where she is from?” Eris gave nothing away. She had told him about being from another world, another realm on her first day in the dungeons. The magnitude of the confession had rocked his foundation for days. “Long ago, a creature lived in Prythian. They called it Galgollem. It was a thing of horror. True horror. It fed on fae and humans alike. Nothing could contain it. So the fae that inhabited this land banished it to another realm. They used old magic to carry out the task. That was millennia ago, and the story of the creature has largely been forgotten. I had forgotten about it myself until one of my spies told me of a clearing near the Human Lands” she was pale and clammy. A cold sweat trickled down her spine “the clearing has been there since I can remember but what was interesting about the report was the group from Night scribbling marks on it with white pigment” he moved his hand to her neck “what were you doing there, sweetheart?” She winces as he burns the soft skin of her jaw. His lips raise in a smirk “it was a valiant effort, but there was a key ingredient missing” as if that was their cue, more guards came into the study with buckets, multiple buckets. She was dizzy, realization overwhelming her. 

Eris almost gags at the coppery smell of blood, her blood, flooding the room. 

In less than a second, Beron’s hand grasped her arm and he went to winnow away. Eris caught the movement and lunged forward. Grabbing her other hand.

They emerged in the clearing. The wind was roaring in his ears as winter raged in the Human Lands. His father had winnowed all of them here: y/n, Eris, the guards and the buckets. 

Eris called out to Rhysand, wherever they were, he hoped the message was received and prayed they would arrive soon. 

Beron had grabbed y/n by her neck now “go on” he commanded the guards to use her blood to trace over the white marks on the ground. “What exactly are you hoping to get from this?” He was doing what he could to not escalate the situation, biding time. “You know well that the borders are weakened and that Spring and the Human Lands could be ours if we have the right tools. She will bring Galgollem back and we will take control of these lands”. Blue and red light flashed behind them. Eris almost sagged with relief but kept his composure. Rhysand, Feyre, Nesta, Cassian and Azriel had arrived. She would get out. 

“We are finished, my lord,” one of the guards announced. The portal. As he finished speaking, cracking sounded above them, storm clouds gathering, threatening to unleash themselves. Beron winnowed to the center of the clearing. Y/n pressed to his chest. 

You cringe as you feel his breath on your neck, his hands on your middle, keeping you still. Tears have welled up in your eyes and you can’t do anything to fight against them from free falling down your cheeks. You were bait. There was nothing anyone could do as Beron lifted you with both hands and threw you in the glowing circle. 

You fell for what felt like a lifetime. Falling, being dragged and being pushed all at the same time. When you landed face first in the forest you cursed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you stood as quickly as you could. Adrenaline pumping through your veins. Blood roared in your ears as you strained to listen to your surroundings. Quiet. The same eerie silence that had haunted you for months. Whatever Galgollem was, it was near. It had either eaten or scared away any living thing nearby. You had nothing, absolutely nothing to defend yourself with. The knife you had once kept in your boot had been taken in the Autumn Court. You could run. You could run away and find help. The full moon is a beacon in the pitch black woods. Looking around the clearing, surrounded by rocks and trees you think of an escape plan. But a deep menacing growl takes you out of your head and a giant, fury creature appears at the edge of the clearing. You freeze. It had big almond shaped eyes. Its pupils were red, the rest of his eyes the deepest black you’d ever seen. The fur, upon closer inspection, looked like needles. Its face was plane, mouth open, revealing razor sharp teeth on the top and flat jagged teeth on the bottom. It stood on four legs, claws anchoring it to the ground. 

Ice cold fear kept you frozen in place. There’s no way out. 

If you run, so will it.

  If you stay, it will pounce. 

You’d rather die fighting than just throw yourself at its mercy. With a breath and a curse you take off in the opposite direction. Running around the different boulders and just as you are about to cross the threshold to the forest Galgollem tackles you from the side,  pinning you against a giant tree. You scream as you feel bones crack under the weight of the creature. You scream again when it takes extra care to drag three claws down your front. Ripping the tunic in half, leaving three parallel gashes on your abdomen, 

You’ve been here before and you know what comes next. A wail escapes you as Galgollem brings its mouth to the fresh blood flowing from your stomach, drinking. You can’t die like this. This thing will leave nothing but bone behind and you’ll be swallowed up by the forest.

Forever forgotten. 

It takes everything in you to bring your legs up and kick its mouth. Taking advantage of the boots you still had and knocking teeth out and distracting it enough that it loosens its grip. You kick it again, more teeth crack at the impact. It lets go, head twisting in pain. You run.

 If Beron wanted this thing, he could have it. 

You hear it coming up behind you. 

  You run faster. 

You yell out when razors pierce your leg. Knocking you face first to the ground. You look at your leg and fight the rising bile when you see that Galgollem has its teeth deep in you. Biting. Jaw locked. You look ahead, the portal is a foot in front of you. Using the boulders you pull the both of you closer to the circle. You flinch when roaring cracks above you. Daring, you look up expecting to see a second creature but it was just storm clouds gathering. 

You run out of boulders and resort to clawing. You can feel your life draining out of you as Galgollem sucks the blood from your veins. With a final reach you throw yourself into the portal. It swallows you up and you are enveloped by biting, pushing, pulling and falling. 

When you emerge you scream as loud as you can. Hoping to any god that would listen that they were still there.

When she disappeared Azriel wasted no time in pulling out Truth Teller and rushing over to Beron. He was met by the guards but Cassian joined him in striking them down. It was effortless as the rage consumed him. But before he could get his hands on Beron an all too familiar wail brought him out of his frenzy. 

She was back and covered in blood. A hideous monster latched on her leg. Eris reacted before he did and threw a ball of fire on the creatures’ back.  It let go and its black and red eyes scanned around to see what was the source of its interruption. Because that was all it had been, an interruption. The creature remained intact. Eris sent another, bigger fireball its way now that it had let go of y/n. 

Azriel didn’t know what to do. He wanted to decapitate Beron, he wanted to help defeat the monster and he wanted to rush to y/n’s side. Her bellowing had subsided to moaning and he could not see her skin, gleaming red coating every inch of her. The decision was made. He rushed to her and commanded his shadows to stop her from bleeding out. “I’m here, it’s ok, you’re ok” her eyes couldn’t focus on him. She had lost so much blood already. Her shoulder looked like it was in the wrong angle and her leg was practically mangled. It would be difficult for a fae to recuperate from injuries this grave. For a mortal… Azriel pushed the thought to the side. He looked up for a moment to see his family fighting alongside Eris. Her breathing was shallow now, almost ragged. “No, no, stay with me” he couldn’t figure out how to hold her without  causing more damage. Keeping her eyes open was starting to be too much. He called to Feyre. 

Cassian flew toward the creature and dropped down, sword in hand. The sword barely nicked the needle-like coat on the creature. Rhysand enveloped it in darkness trying to smother it. But the creature appeared to not need air. Eris was burnt out. He had been winnowing all day and now his magic was being depleted faster than it could recharge. Beron stood behind him and smiled. Eris did not want to be his father’s human shield anymore so he winnowed to be next to Rhysand. The creature spotted Beron and in less than a second pounced. It sunk its teeth into his chest. Beron shot at him with fire and dissuaded it for a moment before it lunged again, for his head. While Galgollem drank down the High Lord’s blood Eris sent a string of fire around the monster, leashing it. He pulled on the leash and the creature fell on its back. Cassian wasted no time as he slashed the soft underbelly straight down. Black liquid spilling out. The creature let out a deafening shriek. Eris pulled down tighter on the leash. Rhysand had two daggers out and repeatedly stabbed at the creature as Cassian butchered its insides. A surge hit Eris. He looked towards Beron and saw nothing but a lifeless body, his head five feet away from his torso. His heart started to pound in his throat. His father was dead.

His father was dead. 

Freshly inherited power gave him the boost he needed and he threw out another string of fire, forcing it down the creature’s mouth. Cooking it from the inside until it too laid limp. 

Rain finally broke and lightning started to zap at the nearby trees. Azriel remained on his knees as he watched y/n breathe. Feyre had given some of her blood to keep her alive and heal her injuries. But she was seconds away from death. He wondered if it had been too little or too late. 

Lightning started zapping in the clearing now, the portal glowing brighter. 

“We should get her home” Rhysand yells over the rain. As he says it lightning zaps above them and shoots straight at y/n chest. Her body jolts from the millions of volts now running through her veins. She’s shaking, her jaw clenched, eyes rolled back, heartbeat out of control and out of sync. “Y/n!” Azriel shouts, she couldn't handle anymore, if they didn’t do anything drastic she would perish. “We need to close the portal,” Cassian roars. Eris rushes from his fathers corpse over to the group. “She needs your help first,” Azriel begs. Feyre is the first to do it, placing her hand over y/n’s still twitching body and allowing a drop of power to spill. Then Rhysand, then Nesta and finally Eris. 

She sucks in a breath. 

Azriel thanks the Mother and all of the gods as he notices her blood has stopped flowing. He reaches for her, wiping the rain, dirt and blood from her face. She stirs, softly. 

When she opened her eyes, thunder and lighting roared within. 

taglist: @luvmoo@leeknows-wife

[sugarylawliet]

remember when L and light were chained together for a while ? well, bear with me, what if Light’s gf (the reader) wanted to have sex with Light during that period of time which leads to somewhat of a threesome?

i love this idea omfg

> warnings: nsfw/smut, threesome, spit kink (i couldn’t help myself idk how i manage to fit this into every fic i write), i’ve never written a three person nsfw fic before so..,, bare with me. why did this develop lowkey lawlight undertones as i wrote it idk. also i didn’t proof read so if there are mistakes i’ll fix them later LMAO

> tag list: @deidarascumdumpster  @v3inbunny @ygm1slt @dracomalfoys-wh0re

“Ryuzaki, tell me again how long this’ll be for?” You fiddle with the long chain of the handcuffs, one end connected to your boyfriend’s wrist and the other to L’s. Tonight was supposed to be a movie night between you and Light, maybe something more, but of course, like always, some aspect of the investigation got in the way; this time being the raven-haired man who sat on the other side of you. 

“Well Y/N, like I said, until I can be 100% sure Light is not Kira, the handcuffs will stay on for monitoring purposes. I’m sorry, really, I know you’d like some alone time, but you can just pretend I’m not even here.”

“Pretend you’re not here?”

L nods innocently, apparently oblivious to how fucking weird it would be for him to just sit on the side lines while you have alone time with Light. 

“Ryuzaki...no offence, but it’s pretty creepy to just have you sit there and watch while Light and I...Especially since you guys can’t really even move much without the other moving too.”

“Well, we’ll figure that out when the time comes, I suppose,” L sighs, “but I’m afraid I can’t take the handcuffs off. You’ll have to think of a solution- Light is a very smart man, I’m sure he can think of something.”

You sigh deeply, turning your attention towards Light, who’s fingers began dancing up your jaw, pulling you into a short kiss.

“Light, c’mon...”

“Hm?”

“Ryuzaki is right here...”

“Shh, it’s fine. You don’t mind, Ryuzaki, do you?” He looks at the man who sat quietly next to you.

“Me? Oh no, I don’t mind at all. Please, continue.”

Light moved his lips down to your neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh. The chain around his wrist clatters against itself as he moves his hand to tightly grip your jaw, roughly moving your face to bring your ear close to his mouth.

His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, “You know Y/N...don’t think I haven’t noticed you have a little thing for Ryuzaki...”

“H-huh?”

“Don’t think I don’t notice, the way you’re always touching his arm or lingering around him too long, bending over in front of him when you drop something. Is it to get my attention? To make me jealous, hmm?” You could practically hear his smirk through his words.

“N-no Light, I promise.”

“God, you’re such an attention whore. Wouldn’t you say, Ryuzaki?”

“Oh, well...” L purrs, throwing his arm on the back of the couch behind to you move closer, “I’d say I’d be flattered, if that were the case.”

“Well, if she’s so desperate for attention, maybe we’ll give her some attention, hm?” Light traces his pointer finger along your body, moving from your neck down to your collarbones, your stomach, and inching closer to the place you wanted him most. He gently rubs your inner thigh, not daring to touch you as a means of teasing.

“Mmm, I think we found the solution to our little handcuff problem...” L dances his fingers along your collarbone, softly making their way to your cheek and gently pulling you into a kiss. L was attractive, you’ll admit, but something inside your chest still felt a bit weary at L kissing you so tenderly right in front of Light. It’s not that you didn’t want it, no- you wanted this more than anything. Perhaps it was the prospect that Light would be dripping with jealousy, his ego hurt yet again by the detective; that the two of them would treat this as another pride game.

Light’s hands finally make their way under your skirt, pulling your panties aside and dipping a long slender finger inside you. You gasp, arching your back and picking up your hips slightly at the sudden pleasure. L places his free hand on your hips, guiding them back down as he hums in your ear- his lips were so close to your ear you could practically feel his smirk and his silent breathy laughs tickled the side of your head.

L slides his hand up your shirt, cupping your breasts for a moment before moving his fingers to the clip in the back. “May I?” He purrs. You nodd, allowing L to unclip your bra and push your shirt up- you help him pull it over your head so you sit bare chested before the two men.

You inhale sharply as L attaches his lips to your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipple. The touches from both of the men already began overwhelming you, as Light quickly slipped a second finger inside you and L stimulated your breasts. You rake your fingers through L’s thick charcoal hair, bucking your hips in pleasure as Light picked up his pace. “Mm, fuck, Light...”

L brings one of his hands down to rub your clit with his middle finger, his speed not showing any mercy or hesitancy. Your moans grew louder and louder, Light maneuvering his fingers to twist and curl inside of you to hit your sweet spot.

Yes, there was no doubt, the two enemies saw this as yet another competition for pride.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your hips buck higher. The two men notice your approaching climax and quicken the movement of their fingers. You release before getting the chance to even say anything or restrain yourself- you hoped Light wouldn’t be upset.

Light pulls his fingers from you, scissoring them together to watch the stickiness string together and pull apart. “Open up”, he commands, pushing his fingers into L’s mouth. L swirls his tongue around Light’s fingers, the brunette pushing them further down the detective’s throat before promptly pulling them out. 

“Y/N, be a good girl and get on all fours.” You obey, placing yourself on your hands and knees on the couch. 

“Ryuzaki,” Light states blankly, looking at the dark-haired man in front of him. L stares in Light’s eyes back, nodding. L then moves in front of you as Light moves behind you. Somehow, the two men always knew exactly what the other was thinking verbatim- you guessed it comes in handy in times like these.

You hear the clicking of Light’s belt behind you as he unbuckles it, folding it in half and smacking your backside with it, causing you to yelp. Light chuckles,  “Mm, I love those pretty little sounds from you...”

Both L and Light pull their pants down slightly to pull themselves out, releasing the strain against their pants. L runs a few fingers through your hair, gently cohearsing you to look up at him as he gazes in your eyes with a slight smile. “Open that pretty little mouth for me...”

You flatten your tongue against L, slightly sucking on the tip of his cock before he pulls your head up slightly by your hair, spitting on you. “Don’t tease.” He says sternly. You nod meekly, allowing L to bottom out your mouth as he begins to thrust his hips into you.

Behind you, Light teases your entrance, slightly putting the tip of him inside you before bringing it back out in a agonizingly teasing manner. You whine around L loudly, desperate for Light. The vibrations from your sounds cause L to throw his head back with a throaty groan, moaning your name. 

After enough teasing, Light finally pushed inside of you. He rocks into you, the sensations from both men overwhelming your senses. Your moans grow louder and the echo of your whines and the other mens’ heavy breaths and pants filling the room.

“Mm, fuck, Light...Ryuzaki...” 

L pets your hair, smiling as he watches you, “You know my name, Y/N, say it...”

“L....fuck, L....” You cry, feeling your second orgasam approaching. 

L pulls out from your mouth, releasing on your face with a deep sigh as you stick your tongue out. Mouth now free to talk, you moan Light’s name, “Light, I’m gonna...”

“Do it, Y/N. Cum for me and Ryuzaki like the little attention whore you are. God, you’re such a fucking slut. Getting off on two guys, such a bad girl....”

Light’s words only egged your climax on, and soon you came with a loud moan of both mens’ names- Light finishing soon after.

You collapse onto the couch, the three of you breathing heavily. L pulls you into his arms, your back against his chest, and holds you caringly. It’s a type of loving touch you never felt from Light, but it felt nice nonetheless.

“Light, be a darling and bring some towels?”

Light nods, leaving the room to fetch a few towels to clean up. You’re left in L’s arms on the couch, your eyes fluttering closed in comfort as he strokes your hair.

[witch-hazels-musings]

I'm curious of how characters would use their visions in the bedroom 👀 Like, Kaeya would totally do temperature control stuff.

Could I request headcannons or narratives for how Diluc and Albedo would use their visions for your pleasure? (or for theirs 😳)

Note: I believe vision can only be used when they are in the possession of the person they were gifted to ( primary reason: Diluc giving his away - if anyone could have used it he would have given it to his father, and if he didn’t really need it to use his vision, he wouldn’t have taken it back ) 

Warning -> slightly funny? 18+ OMG PLEASE RESPECT THE 18+! NS_FW!!!! ( foreign penetration, voyeurism (Alb), burning clothes, no injury, held against wall (D), orgasm denial, foreplay, hydro bondage, hydro foreplay, voyeurism (C)) 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

( okay … so this one is gonna be the strangest one I’ve ever done?, and I’m apologizing right now for it --- i’m literally so embarrassed, ima hide under my desk DONT JUDGE ME T.T )

Includes: Albedo (i’m sorry), Childe, Diluc 

Albedo

A vision in the hands of Albedo is a tool for many uses - he sees it less as proof of his power and more of a means to an end  - it’s an extension of what he has available and he’s learned to adapt it to any possible scenario 

Now he’s learned there are ways he can use it to satiate you while he continues to do his work - and, if he’s feeling especially devious, inquisitive to the point of combustion, he may just watch 

“Alb--bedo …” You adjusted, legs pressed together so intensely that you thought you might break your kneecaps. Shaking hands gripped onto the closest thing they could while you did your best to stay seated just where he placed you. 

“Try not to move too much, it will alter the drawing.” He sat with his leg resting over his thigh, the large sketchpad he had propped up there was bouncing vigorously as his hand ran across the paper. The pencil, when you could see it through your blurry vision, was dancing across the parchment in unbelievable speed as if to capture what was before it. 

The vibrations that shook your body seemed to fluctuate from intense stimulation to slow, steady pulsations. Every dip in frequency allowed you room to breathe, your hands moved to your face, teeth bit onto your fingers as your hips rocked against nothing as they sorrowfully tried to help you get off. 

“Be-do, please …” You whined, eyes glossing over as you looked at him. Did he laugh, did he smile at you, how heartless could he get. Under your rippling vision, you saw how it glowed brighter and richer in color, and yet, as if you didn’t comprehend its meaning, your hands flew down to grab onto the chair while the resonating stimulation grew between your legs. “Ah!” You slid further into the chair, your head resting on the back of the chair as your fingers gripped and pushed against the edge of the seat. Arching your back, lifting your legs up onto your toes you couldn’t help the moans and pants that fell from your mouth at an unreasonable pace. 

“Hold that pose.” Albedo’s voice was calm even if the speed at which he turned the page wasn’t and, as you gazed at him you couldn’t help but lose your mind at the way he observed you. The intensity of it was so powerful that even though you knew he wasn’t inside of you, it felt like he was. 

You crashed like a runaway cart into your orgasm, it shook you to your core, and even though you were screaming moments ago all that came out now was a high-pitched whimper. Deep breaths were all that you could take as you clenched around the object Albedo had placed inside of you, it was so hot that you started to pull at your shirt, and soon your hands found their way to the spasming place between your legs. 

Albedo’s voice suddenly sounded much closer to you, his lips pressing to your forehead while his hand rested on the one you had near the object. “You did excellently, but I’d like to see more of you if I could, will you assist me again?” 

In your dizzy haze, you glanced at his bright eyes and with a gaping, air-sucking mouth, you gave your reply. 

 Childe

There was no need to keep his skills at manipulating hydro out of everything that he did, why would he when he was so beyond capable at making it do exactly what he wanted. Whether that be from creating blades out of it, spears in its likeness, or even shackles to hold people down - he was learning just how versatile water could be 

How could he not give everything he’s ever wanted to try to his partner who had shown him on multiple occasions a level of trust he knew he didn’t deserve, and a willingness to let him do what he wanted -- you always gave him permission, and you were doing it even now 

Your back arched as his hands slid under your pants. The way he touched you so perfectly made your vision go dark before lighting up under the stars. As soon as he put pressure right where you needed it, fingers bending and flexing to let you know how much control he had over you, the sound of pleasure and excitement that slipped from your mouth gave him access to the tongue inside of it. 

He played with you, toyed with the tightness in your stomach. Every time you were about to break under his stimulation he pulled away just to watch how much you’d whine. 

“Childe, please …” You shifted under him as he slowly, painstakingly began to remove your clothes. Each layer, every article which fell to the floor next to the bed felt like an eternity in your sinful sentence. The way his hands ran down your legs as he slipped off your pants, the sensation of his gloved fingers trailing down the center of your chest as he watched the way you squirmed and grabbed at his arm - he was enjoying it all and he had barely done anything to you yet. 

“I’ll give you exactly what you need, remember,” He pressed his lips to your neck, your collarbone, and in the center of your chest before continuing, “If you want to stop, tell me immediately.” You nodded your head and he sealed your promise with a passionate kiss. 

In no time, he had you exactly in the state he wanted you, his eyes observing the beauty and perfection that lay before him and as your own gazed longingly, eagerly back at him, you noticed how his vision began to hum. It pulsed like a glowing heart and in your curiosity, you reached your hand for it only to find it was impossible. 

Tilting your head, you noticed there was a stream of water around your wrists. Funny, you couldn’t tell that your skin was wet at all. That’s when a new sensation began to work its way up to your legs and when you looked down to investigate, you noticed a swirling blue like rope beginning to creep its way further up your body. 

“What’s …” The smile that stretched his lips and seeped into his dangerous eyes made it so hard for you to breathe. Your heart pounded in your chest, your stomach rippled with excitement, and the build-up in your body began to increase so much you were sure he was going to make you orgasm just from his stare alone. 

“Ready?” 

“Yeah, ready for wh-AH!” The flowing water reached your ache. The wetness of it made your body nearly seize as he worked its way into you. The moans and cries that left your burning throat were so loud you were sure someone was going to hear you. Desperately, you wanted to cover your mouth but your wrists were still locked above your head so instead, you tried to bite your lip but that only sealed in so much noise. 

“My, how adorable you look like this.” Childe hummed, his hand moving to stroke your chest as he leaned down to pepper kisses against your throat. “Let’s push a little further, what do you say?” 

The girth of the water increased and no amount of self-control was capable of holding back the scream released from your body. Your feet struggled against the mattress, futile attempts to assist you in raising your body off of the mattress came with frustrated huffs and whines in your throat. You called out his name and soon you heard the sound of rattling metal. 

“Damn, I made myself jealous.” Suddenly, all the water around your body ran down your skin and before you could understand what was happening, Childe positioned himself above you and worked at finishing what his hydro vision started. 

Diluc

He usually has so much more control - he had to learn in order to survive, but there were times, there were moments when all he knew was instinct and all he could do was feel 

With you, these moments came up more frequently than he would have ever anticipated - there is no switch to turn himself off when he gets lost in your body. You learned to never get him so worked up while his vision still rested at his hip (things were bound to burn) 

He backed you into a wall, his fever to have you was apparent by the intense way his hands ran over your body, tugged at your clothes, manipulated your hands with his. He was almost like another person, a delusion of himself. There was no way you could have known riling him up would lead to this and while it was incredible, the ferocity of him, the unreserved nature that he was capable of showing, it was also incredibly hot. 

“Diluc wait -” You tried to reach for his vision but his hands plastered yours to the wall. His lips claimed any part of your skin that they could and the pressure of his body against you, the feeling of his growing and dangerous erection crushing against your stomach made every rational thought in your brain fall to the floor he hardly let you touch. 

His strength always shocked you. For someone so thin it was often hard to remember that he was capable of it - even though you watched him fling his claymore around like it was nothing, even though on countless occasions he lifted you like you were a freshly sprouted plant; how deceiving his true abilities were to you and everyone else.

Your clothes began to cling to your body. The sweat dripping down your back, in between your legs, your neck all made you wildly informed his vision was active. You didn’t even need to see how it burned like a beating ember to know he was calling on its ability. He let go of your hands and began to work himself out of his jacket, undo his vest, and any other article of clothing he could all the while his mouth kept yours occupied. 

The heat from his tongue was near scalding, how was he able to let this fire seep through every single part of his being - was he not experiencing it too? When his chest was exposed, your hands ran over his rippled torso and the question you just asked yourself was answered as you felt how slick he was becoming. 

You pulled him closer, the resulting action making his body come into immediate contact with yours and the feeling of his cock digging into the soft and sensitive area between your legs made you burst in exclamation. Your head landed on the wall, hands slid around the hem of his pants and gripped so tightly onto them his hips pushed further into you. 

“It’s hot, it’s so hot.” You panted, gazing at him and hoping that your words made sense. Your body was hot, everything was hot, but while you wanted him to alleviate the heat, you hoped he’d remove one primary cause of it.  

Pinning your hands above your head, he quickly began to work on your pants. He wasted no time undoing the buckles and buttons that kept you clothed and as he helped you remove them there was a distinct smell filling the air. When you looked down, the fabric was starting to burn even with you still in it. 

“Diluc! Hold-ah!” Struggling against him, you began to shake your lower body and in his complete daze, he slowly came back to realization. In an instant, he let go of you and grabbed the nearest item to him to put out the flames. He was on his knees, his black shirt tightly wrapped around your chard pants afraid that if he didn’t keep it there the flames would get worse. 

“Y/N … I cannot apologize enou-” Your laughter cut him off, the expression he shot up to you was one of mass confusion as he searched for understanding. 

“If I had known you were going to burn my clothes, I would have teased you without them.” He shook his head and tried to apologize again, his eyes dropping to your legs, assessing them for any damage. “I’m fine, you didn’t burn me.” 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his cheek pressing against your stomach as he held onto you tightly. Chuckling, you rested your hand on his hair and began to caress him, the soft movements reassuring him until he composed himself again and lifted back to his full height. Looking at his face, you could tell he was nervous, so you lifted onto your toes to give him a kiss of redemption. 

“Next time, let’s leave this,” you reached for his vision and easily removed it from his pants, “out of the action. What do you say, hot-stuff?” His eyes narrowed at your nickname but agreed to your suggestion anyway. 

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( no one is tagged because I am too embarrassed to do that! ) 

[angryschnauzer]

Bubbles

Summary: After a long hot day at work and a nightmare journey home, you find your husband has a very welcome and refreshing surprise for you in the form of a full size jacuzzi in your back garden.

Pairing: Captain Syverston x Female Reader Wife (no race or size mentioned)

Fandoms: Sand Castle (Movie), Henry Cavill.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Established Relationship, Semi Public Sex, Fingering, Oral (Female Receiving), Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Alcohol consumption.

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Bubbles

It had been a long day. Work had been hot and sweaty, customers were grouchy and some even tried to pull the 'speak to the manager' bullshit, even though you were the manager. Traffic had been a nightmare, your car deciding that the middle of a heatwave would be the perfect time for the air conditioning to stop working, simultaneously with a truck of maple syrup hitting the central concrete barrier and spilling its sticky load. 

Snerk. You snorted a laugh through the sweat. Sticky load… your husband would have made a whole bunch of dirty comments and jokes about being covered in sticky loads. You couldn't wait to get home to see him, it was the fact that he had now retired from the Army and would be happily waiting for you at home every night that made each day worthwhile. 

When Sy had finally retired you'd wept tears of joy, every day was a blessing. You'd discussed what you were both going to do with jobs, your contract was up in 3 months time, Sy was drawing a military pension and had saved a considerable nest egg. He'd also taken to industrial upcycling; making lamps and coffee tables out of engines and car parts, which had been massively popular. You had to admit when you saw him in his workshop with his acetylene torch and welding mask on, cutting enormous chunks of metal in half and creating brutal beauty from the elements you were immediately turned on by the raw virility of the sight.

When you eventually pulled onto the driveway, a quick glance towards his workshop told you he'd finished for the day, and as you let yourself into your house you called out to him;

"Sy?"

"Out here" came his slightly muffled reply, and you realised he was probably sitting on the patio out back, nursing a beer.

"I'm gonna run upstairs and take a shower, the aircon in my car has stopped working"

"Darlin, come out here first… i got something that'll refresh you"

Rolling your eyes you started to unbutton your blouse;

"Really Sy, i'm all sweaty and stinky…"

"Woman…" he growled;  "I said get out here…"

If any other man had called you 'woman' you'd knocked them out, but you knew Sy and for him it was a term of endearment. Quietly walking through the kitchen you reached the back door and patio;

"Sy…" you started to speak, but was cut short when you saw what he'd been referring to.

Sat on the corner of your patio, shielded from view by the trellis covered in Clematis blooms was an inflatable hot tub, bubbling away with your mountain of a man sat in it, arms spread out on each side as he held a beer and grinned at you;

"Told ya' i had something that'd cool you down"

Pressing your hand to the side of it you tested the water, smiling when you found it the perfect temperature;

"You bought a hot tub?"

"Rented. Wanted to see if we liked it before we made the investment. Why don't you get in and give it a go?"

"Sure, i'll just go get changed into my bathing costume"

Sy's glinted with mischief;

"Why? I ain't wearing one…"

You weren't sure;

"Its rented? Is it clean?"

"Spent all afternoon flushing the system and giving it a full wipe down, even though the rental company says they do it after each use… i know how you are with hygiene" he moved in the massive tub, moving to the side where you stood;

 "Now are ya gonna get naked or am i gonna have to rip those clothes off of ya?"

A minute later you were climbing in, work clothes hastily discarded in a pile on the patio, Sy holding your hand as he guided you into the bubbly water and you immediately let out a long low moan as the jets of water soothed and massaged your weary body;

"Oh Sy… this feels amazing…"

"C'mere…"

His massive hands cradled your torso, pulling you through the water until you were able to straddle his lap, his mouth meeting yours for a fierce kiss. As your tongues danced together he smoothed his hands over your back, massaging the day's stresses away to the point where let your head tilt back. Resting in his strong arms you let your back touch the water, smiling as the warm summer breeze danced over your breasts, before that skilled mouth was on your breasts, sucking on one nipple then the other, before he shifted and you were floating on the water, his mouth on your pussy. 

You weren’t the tiniest of girls, but you had utter trust in Sy that he could hold you up whilst eating you out. The man would easily heave around 10 foot iron beam railroad tracks to make into coffee tables, he’d pushed his truck home when the engine had died and that is no mean feat when it comes to a Ford F350. So with that knowledge safe in your mind you could thoroughly relax and let his tongue work magic on your clit as his beard tickled your folds. You came with a cry and he swallowed down your essence, before lowering you into the water and onto his lap.

As he lowered you you felt his hardness seek you out, sliding through your folds before you reached down and positioned him at your entrance, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you let yourself be slowly impaled on his shaft. With the worries and stresses of the day easing away with each blissful bubble that popped on your skin you sought out his lips for another kiss as you started to ride him, the friction palatable as the noise of the motor covered the sighs and moans the two of you were making. Sy’s hands firmly gripped your ass, pulling you up and down on his gnarled shaft;

“Fuck… You look so fucking good riding me Darlin’. Definitely gonna get a permanent one of these installed… might get you a coupla’ white bikini’s as i’d love to see these titties through the soaked fabric, would be such a treat…” he grinned at you; “A titty treat…”

Grinning at him you squeezed your pelvic muscles, finally shutting him up so you could concentrate as you chased your orgasm;

“Sure Sy, i’ll get a white bikini… you want me to do the gardening in it too? Watching me on my hands and knees as i plant the petunia’s?”

“Woman, i’ll fucking take you from behind right on the lawn if you do that” he growled, thrusting his hips up sharply and finding your g-spot. One of his hands crept around your hip and between your bodies, seeking out your clit as he ran his calloused thumb over the sensitive nub. From the way he was bouncing you on his lap you could tell he was getting close, his teeth gritted as he tried to hold off from cumming, but with no luck. His hands gripped your hips to stop you from moving in the hope it’d delay his orgasm. You watched as his eyes rolled back in his head and his head fell back against the side of the spa, thrusting his hips up as he swore out a litany of curses as his body reached its peak before he’d have wanted to;

“Fuck fuck fuck… ah god… i’m sorry… fuck…”

Cradling the back of his head in your fingers you stroked at the short hair as you dipped your head down and pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck and shoulders. With his eyes still shut he pulled a hand out of the water and raked it down his face before looking up at you, his blue eyes sparkling;

“Ah fuck i’m sorry Darlin’... lemme see about getting you sorted…don’t get off just yet…”

He slid his hand back between your bodies, his thumb back on your clit. His other hand moved to your breasts, using his mouth on one nipple as he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger. Writhing on his lap you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, Sy knowing exactly how to play your body like a guitar as you sang out your siren song that was a blessing to his ears. 

As your orgasm washed over you Sy held you in his arms, letting you ride out your pleasure as he relished the feel of your body surrounding him. Slumped in his arms you nuzzled at his neck, happily riding the waves of pleasure that echoed around your body. 

“You ok there Darlin’?” Sy purred, smoothing his massive palm over your back like a giant bear paw.

“Hmmn” you hummed, stopping mid response when you felt him shift and realised he was hard again; “Sy?”

He looked at you, a smirk on his face as he cocked an eyebrow;

“Darlin… you know when i blow my load real fast i’m ready for another round… your sweet little pussy massaged me back to full health” he pressed a kiss to your nose; “Now turn around and bend over, hand on the side… i’m gonna rail that juicy pussy from behind, see how many times i can make you cum before i shoot load number two”

Manhandling you in the water you let out a shriek as he thrust into you from behind, your walls still tight from your previous orgasm and he did exactly as promised, splitting you open from behind as his powerful thighs railed you harder than the transcontinental express. With his heavy ballsack slapping against your clit you were soon cumming again, Sy fucking you straight through it before he brought you to another orgasm soon after as he filled you with another sticky load.

As you both tried to recover from the energetic synchronised aquatics he pulled you flush with his chest as he sank down into the water, letting you lay back against his chest as your bodies were still joined. His hands skimmed over your torso beneath your breasts, cupping them tenderly;

“We’re getting one of these, right Darlin’?”

“Hmmm, absolutely”

You sat there for a good half hour, cradled in Sy’s arms as you told each other about your day, before your skin wrinkled and it was time to get out.

-

Later that evening Sy had driven the pair of you to the main hardware store in town that he’d rented the Spa from, and you’d ordered the parts and equipment for your very own one. As Sy had started getting deep into conversation with the sales guy who turned out had also recently retired from the Army you tugged on Sy’s sleeve;

“Honey, i’m gonna pop to Walmart next door”

“Sure thing Darlin, i’ll catch up with you in fifteen minutes”

Just as promised Sy found you fifteen minutes later as you browsed through the clothing section, and you spotted that he was swinging a small clothes hangar from his finger;

“What you got there?” you asked

Sy held it up and your eyes practically bulged out of your head; He had found the tiniest white bikini, that although was your size, was little more than three small triangles of fabric connected with the thinnest of strings;

“Exactly what we discussed… now i see ya got a bottle of tequila and some snacks, how about we head home and we can test this out?”

Grinned you nodded;

“Just one thing…”

“Yeah Darlin?”

“We need to grab a few more of those… there’s no way that is gonna survive one wear with you around”

Nodding in agreement Sy grinned, taking the basket from your hand as he wrapped his free arm around your shoulders;

“See, that’s why i married ya’, thinking ahead…”

He pressed a kiss to your hair as he led you back to the display of swimwear, grinning as you pulled out numerous other cheap pieces of swimwear, knowing full well Sy would destroy them as thoroughly as he destroys your pussy.

[dxvilmanlev]

500 Follower Event

Hello! I know it’s not anything special and it’s later than I planned as im almost at 550 but I compiled a list of prompts that I liked. Some fluff, some angst and a couple nsfw. I hope you all enjoy them!

Rules:

1. Please read my request rules! I changed up some of the characters I write for!

2. Please say please and thank you

3. Send in at least two prompts you like so there won’t be too many repeats of one

4. You may also ask for headcannons if you’d like and i do poly relationships as well!

Prompts:

1. Waking up next to each other for the first time

2. continuously denying others who think they are together

3. trying to know little things about them by observing

4. dancing in the rain

5. reading books in your lover’s lap with them running a hand in your hair

6. hugging them from behind

7. picking up the other from a party because they're incredibly drunk, and getting a drunken love confession as they tuck them in on their couch

8. somehow making the other smile with compliments is more important now than teasing the other and provoking to be teased back as it has always been

9. “isn’t the view beautiful?”

10. “so do right people with wrong timing get a second chance?”

11. “my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own.”

12. “i am yours. no refunds.”

13. “you left like i was never a reason to stay.”

14. “you look happier.”

15. "if you don't hurry up and ask them out, i will."

16. "you're so pretty..."

17. “i told you i’d come home to you.”

18. “you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

19. “you are perfect the way you are. you don't need to change for anybody.”

20. “Just marry me already.”

21. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

22. "Let me take care of things for once, alright?"

23. "I know you're hurt, [name]."

24. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch, but I have to stitch up that wound."

25. “we don’t need to talk, all right? let’s just... stay here, holding each other.”

26. “just… tell me what I can do to make you feel better.”

27. “I didn’t know where else to go.” /or “I had nowhere else to go.”

28. “You remember the day we became friends?”

29. “I’m glad to have met you.”

30. “Friends don’t lie.”

31. “I feel like I can be myself around you.”

32. “That sounds dangerous. Im in!”

33. “im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

34. “bend over the desk love”

35. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

[nebulablakemurphy]

Miss American Pie

Chapter Five: This Will Be The Day (Finale)

Warning: this series features a romantic Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader pairing.

Summary: Everyone has returned but the battle for humanity against Thanos wages on.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You wake in a coughing fit, the rubble surrounding you sears your lungs. “Natasha.” You call into the rocks and flickering lights. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Natasha!”

“Here, I’m here.” Her voice is rough, pained.

You push yourself toward the sound, through the dust you can make out her hair. “You ok?”

“Mostly.” She’s laying face up, a few scratches visible.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I can’t move.” She nods at the piece of collapsed cement. “My leg is broken, you should go.” Nat says, staring up at the sky.

“I should’ve never let you go to Vormir. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You try uselessly to budge the blockage over her leg.

“What is Vormir?” She asks.

“Doesn’t matter.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “How much do you remember?”

“The red room.”

“Do you remember getting out?”

“No one gets out.” She shakes her head.

“We did.” You inform her. “Yelena did.”

“Yelena?” Her gaze finds yours. “You know Yelena? Is she here?”

“Yes, I know her.” You press your lips together. “She’s not here though.”

“The rest of this building is coming down. If you were really trained in the red room you have to know that.” Natasha frowns. “You need to leave.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Don’t be a hero.” She whispers. “Let me go, it’s ok.”

“No, it’s not.” You argue. “I won’t do it again.”

“What about Yelena?” Natasha gives you a pointed look.

“She’ll understand.” This is what she would do.

“Hey,” Natasha pushes herself up on her elbows. “Would it be a good thing or a bad thing if a giant man in a metal suit carrying a smaller man and a raccoon appeared behind your head?”

You turn toward the man in question. Scott Lang. “It would be a good thing.”

———————————————————————

Natasha is taken somewhere safe. She can’t fight.

As the strange doctor and his disciples start opening portals you see that you’re not alone. Through one comes Alexei, Melina and Yelena.

Her white suit is pristine, dirty blonde hair held away from her face in ponytails.

On shaky legs you move toward her, taking your rightful place at her side. Facing what lies ahead together.

Yelena catches your hand, “this isn’t much of a welcome home.”

You can’t help but laugh, “pretty cool way to die though.”

“Very,” she agrees. “Natasha?”

“She is a little worse for wear.” You warn her, “but alive…and safe.”

Yelena gives you a watery smile, squeezing your fingers. “And you?”

“A tower fell on me.”

“Of course it did.”

Thanos’ army is nothing to scoff at. Giant airborne creatures hover over his troops. Larger monsters stand in their ranks, space ship overhead ready to destroy.

Steve is almost unrecognizable, covered in dirt, his shield battered and broken. But you know it is time when he gives the order. “Avengers, assemble.”

Fighting is easy, it’s what you know. What you were trained to do. Fight to stay alive, fight for what you believe in, fight with Yelena; for Yelena.

The two of you move together like a well oiled machine. Like riding a bike, even after all this time you could never forget.

“We’ve got company to the left.” Yelena says through gritted teeth, kicking at the alien creature beside her. Dropping an empty cartridge to the ground and reloading her gun seamlessly, firing several shots.

Despite everyone’s best efforts they just keep coming. “Do we have a plan here?”

“Getting there,” Steve replies. “Anybody have eyes on the gauntlet?”

“Yeah!” Clint rushes past you with the glove in hand. “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Get it out of here!” Tony insists.

“What’s happening?” Alexei shouts over the chaos. “I still don’t have ear piece.”

“Just keep their army away from that guy in the tank top.” You grunt, falling backwards from the force of one of Thanos’ soldiers colliding with you.

“We have to get the stones back where they came from.” Rhodey reminds everyone.

“The time space tunnel is completely collapsed.” Tony points out.

“That isn’t our only time machine.” Lang cuts in.

“Does anyone see an ugly brown van out there?” Captain America’s voice hums through the ear bud.

“I do,” a female voice chimes in. “But you’re not going to like where it’s parked.”

After grappling for far too long, you manage to knock the creature from you. Using your knife to dismember it.

“Next time, we get the cool laser guns.” Yelena yells loud enough to be heard by everyone on the network, as she hauls you to your feet.

“Friday, please add laser guns for the ballerinas to my grocery list.” Stark gives his smart ass remark.

“What’s the word on the van?” Rhodey wonders.

“Working on it now.”

The ship at Thanos’ disposal begins raining fire, no regard for their own troops.

“We’ve got people going down!” Rocket hollers.

“Clint,” you call into the microphone. “How’s that gauntlet?”

“Moving down the field.” The archer replies, “I’m alright too, thanks for asking.”

“Good.” You bite back a smile.

Hell continues breaking loose around you. Glowing circular orbs unfold in the air above, providing coverage from the missiles. You’re not sure if this is winning or losing. It feels like a bit of both.

———————————————————————- Thanos and his army are dusted away. Leaving you surprised and still swinging as the shock wears off.

You won. You. Won.

And you lost.

You lost Tony Stark. The man you’d barely known, but offered you clarity that will stay with you forever.

You lost the Natasha you’d come to know over the five years that Yelena was gone. Some parts of the redhead stripped away for the price of the stone.

But she’s still here. Waiting in the wings to be greeted by Yelena and their little makeshift family. You share a look of understanding when your eyes meet over the blonde’s shoulder.

Others come, Banner refuses to leave her side. Despite the fact that Natasha doesn’t remember him.

Clint falls to the ground at her feet. Breaking down at the sight of his friend, his family alive and well. She doesn’t remember him either, but welcomes him into her arms somewhat awkwardly.

Her expressions flicker from happy to overwhelmed. Hesitant to open herself up to the possibility that she is wanted, needed and loved.

Too confusing for the girl who only remembers the red room. Adjusting to this life will take time.

Everyone begins clearing out, their jobs finished. Rushing home to reunite with their loved ones. Tomorrow will bring about new challenges. The world is in shambles, and so are you.

Steve decides that he should be the one to return the stones. His goodbye tells you that he has a bit more in mind. But this is his life. His choices, not yours.

“Well, I guess we should head out too.” You say after a while. Your car is gone, lost in the wreckage from the explosion.

The setting sun is eclipsed, causing all of you to turn your gaze upwards just in time to see the ship’s door open.

“Is that a raccoon?” Melina asks, pointing toward Rocket.

“Do you want a ride or not?” Rocket shoots back.

“Not the avenger’s super jet, but it will do huh?” Alexei smiles, this is his dream.

“This is better!” A man’s voice carries down from the interior.

“Well,” Yelena shrugs, “if you say so.” She leads the pack up the ramp and onto the ship.

“Fanny and the pigs will be expecting dinner soon.”

“How are they?” Melina asks, “have you been taking care of them.”

“That was me!” Alexei says proudly, bending at the waist to gather Natasha into his arms. “Aye honey,” he grunts, hoisting her up. “You are only little girl in my heart.”

Nat pushes against his chest in retaliation.

“Do you mind if I hitch a ride too?” Clint asks.

“The extra stop will cost you,” Nebula stares blankly at him from her seat.

“They always do.” He remarks, trotting up the ramp.

Bruce paces at the foot of the metal grate, watching the rest of you load up. “I gotta hang back, make sure Steve gets there in one piece.”

“After what happened with Scott the first time I’d say that’s probably the best bet.” You agree, standing near the entrance.

“Yeah,” he smiles, kindly. “Keep me posted on Nat, will ya?”

“I will,” you return the smile.

“I’ll see you around.”

You nod, “I’ll see you.”

The captain of the ship introduces himself as Star-lord, and after a moment without response, Quill.

“Any requests?” He asks, finger hovering over the control panel.

Alexei creeps over to the younger man, quietly relaying a message.

“Alright,” Quill nods. Stroking the keys until a familiar set of notes ring out.

“A long, long time ago-“ The singer croons.

You let out a chuckle.

“I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance. And maybe they'd be happy for a while.”

“We’re really doing this?” Yelena puts a hand to her head, the corners of her mouth turning upward.

“But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step.” The melody carries on.

“It’s your song.” Natasha turns to her sister.

“I can't remember if I cried. When I read about his widowed bride.” Melina’s eyes are far away, carried back to their years in Ohio. Before the world had been so cruel.

“Something touched me deep inside, the day the music-“

“Died.” Yelena joins in, lulling her head to the side to gage your reaction.

You sigh, all of this beyond surreal. But you allow yourself to live in this moment, because you might not get another. “So bye, bye Miss American Pie…”

“Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.” The roaring chorus of voices fills the silence you’ve grown used to. Fills the parts of you that were empty for so long. “And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye. Singin', “this’ll be the day that I die.”

“This’ll be the day that I die.” Yelena sings, her face alight with a childlike glee.

——————————————————————-

Melina, Natasha and Alexei stay with you for a while. A few weeks as Natasha heals and becomes acclimated to her life.

She claims to hate the attention, but deep down you know she’s full of it.

The Ohio house is bursting at the seams with five adults, nine pigs and one dog.

That isn’t enough to keep visitors at bay. Namely Clint, his wife Laura and their three children.

Things feel a bit off when everyone begins moving out. Alexei, Melina, and their pigs return to the farm outside of Saint Petersburg.

Natasha finds herself drawn to New York, with Bruce and the makeshift building he’s using as a lab.

You adjust to the steady thrum that is daily life, with Fanny and Yelena.

After dinner you load the dishwasher, drying your hands on the nearby tea towel before selecting a cycle.

“So how does it feel?” Yelena asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hmm?” You turn to face her.

“Being a hero.” She clarifies, a smile playing at her lips.

“I’m not-“

“Oh cut the crap, Y/N. You saved the world.” Yelena narrows her eyes at you.

“I did it for you.” You say simply, because it’s true.

Yelena closes the space between you, “why?”

“You know why.” You whisper as she cups your face in her hands, gently stroking her thumb over your cheek. “It’s ok if you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“I’d do more for you, and worse.” She assures you. “But do you really want to spend the rest of your life fumbling around feelings in the dark when you could have someone who-“

“I want you. I only ever want you.” You beckon her closer. “Anyway I can have you, that will be enough for me.”

Sometimes wires get crossed and you want things you never have before. And she provides them before you have a chance to ask. You give back to her tenfold, so that neither glass is ever empty. That is love. True love, the only way you’ve ever known it.

“I am yours…in every way a person can belong to another.” Yelena breathes, “and then some.”

Series taglist: @jeyramarie @freeshavocadoooo @ilovewinter101 @3and30aresoultwins @yelenabelovv @miphas-trident @1800-fight-me

If you loved this series as much as I did, you can check out the prequel here!

[dreamerstreamer]

Captive

Pairing: Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] You’re glad you managed to talk Dream out of giving all that TNT to Wilbur, but what you don’t know is just how far Wilbur is willing to go to get his hands on it.

Warnings: tw// depictions of kidnapping, some cursing (Tommy exists), + one scene with slight violence

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: requested by an anon who wanted to see dream’s reaction to a kidnapping of his s/o! i played around a little with the original idea, but i hope you enjoy!

The door to your bedroom opened with a soft creak, the wooden door squeaking at its hinges as you pushed it open. You strolled inside with a tune on your lips as you sat on your side of the bed, a soft breath escaping you.

It had been a long day, to say the least.

To think of all the days Wilbur could have confronted Dream, it was going to be today.

You sighed at the thought, pressing a finger to your temple. It was difficult to pinpoint just when Wilbur had begun his slow descent into madness, but it was growing more prominent with each passing day. He no longer resembled the kind, sarcastic man you once recognized, instead having devolved into something far more sinister and cunning. You didn’t realize just how low he’d sunk until he had called Dream to him, and by proxy you, with a particular demand.

He wanted as much TNT as Dream could possibly provide in return for the fall of Manberg.

You could hardly believe your ears, let alone your eyes as you watched Wilbur describe exactly how his plot would unfold. The crazed look in his eye was terrifying, and you could tell with just one look that he was too far gone to be saved.

Before Dream even had the chance to say anything, you had grabbed his hand, tugging him a few feet away from Wilbur with the simple request of a few moments to talk things over.

“You can’t give it to him,” you remembered saying, your eyes dark with resolve. “You just can’t.”

His cold, ceramic mask had stared back at you. “Why not? Manberg is doomed to fall, anyways—why shouldn’t we help him?”

You had pursed your lips, your gaze growing serious. “Dream, we shouldn’t be condoning this. Who knows how many lives would be lost if we went through with it?” You had wrapped your hands around his, a silent plea flashing in your eyes as your voice grew soft. “Please, Dream. This is wrong. Please, I’m begging you.”

A moment had passed in silence, your shoulders tense with worry before his hand wrapped around yours, squeezing gently. “Okay,” he had murmured, and you could almost imagine the look in his emerald eyes. “I won’t do it.”

To say Wilbur was livid would be an understatement.

You shivered at the thought. Rarely did Wilbur lose his composure, but today was the most terrifying sight of them all. You’d never seen him shout like that. Dream had to practically cart the both of you back to the SMP, Wilbur’s incessant curses lingering in the air for miles to come.

With a sigh, you curled your toes, shaking your head. Even though no trade was made, you still couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

A quiet meow came from in front of you, and you raised your head to see Patches standing a few feet away. A smile spread across your face and you clicked your tongue, bending over to tap your fingers along the ground at your feet. “C’mere, pretty,” you crooked, “c’mere!”

“Are you talking about me?”

You looked up at the doorway to your bedroom, your lips twitching at the sight of Clay leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest and his mask in hand. Below you, Patches padded across the wooden floorboards to your feet, rubbing up against your leg. “Mm,” you mused, tapping at your chin, “I wouldn’t call you pretty, per se.”

He gasped, holding his hand over his chest as though he’d been shot. “Really?”

You cocked your head at him as Patches leapt up onto the bed next to you, her tail brushing again your arm. “Why, yes.” A teasing grin danced on your lips. “As a matter of fact, I’d say you’re much more handsome than you are pretty.”

He raised a brow at you, a cocky look crossing his face. “Oh, handsome, you say?”

You smirked back at him. “Very.”

Patches crawled over into your lap, her paws pressing gently against your calves as she settled in. You smiled down at her, but the tension in your shoulders didn’t drop. Sucking in a breath, you opened your mouth.

“Clay?”

He turned, his emerald gaze shooting to you. “Yeah?”

You swallowed, casting your gaze down toward the ground. “I know we already talked about this, but I just wanted to be extra sure.”

He stared at you for a moment, setting his mask on the nightstand on his side of the bed. “Is this about Wilbur?”

Your breath hitched, and you closed your eyes nodding slowly. “Yes,” you said in a small voice.

His lips quirked, and he slipped into the spot on the bed next to you. “I know you’re still worried. I don’t exactly have a...” He paused. “...great track record with TNT.” You let out a breathy laugh. “But I won’t hand any of it over.” He reached over, his hand slipping yours into his. “Not even a single stick of dynamite. I swear it.”

You peered up at him through your lashes, your eyes searching his. “Do you promise?” you whispered.

He leaned toward you pressing his forehead to yours as he rubbed his thumb in small circles on the back of your hand. “Promise.”

Your lips curled up at his words, and you raised his other hand to his cheek, leaning in. He met you halfway as your lips pressed against one another in a soft kiss. You could feel him smile into your mouth, and you stifled a giggle as he pulled away with a lopsided grin on his face.

On your lap, Patches let out a soft meow. Her big green eyes blinked lazily up at you before she dipped her head, nuzzling her face into your pyjama pants. Meowing back at her, Clay reached over and stroked his hand gently over the top of her head, his smile widening at the sound of her soft purr. You opened your mouth to say something when you were cut off by a yawn pushing past your lips.

Clay cast a soft look at you, and he tilted his head at you. “Hey, let’s go to bed, yeah? You’re tired.”

You feigned annoyance, sticking your tongue out at him. “Yeah, because you’re so boring.”

He looked appalled. “What?”

Your lips twitched into a grin. “Kidding.” You squeezed his hand in yours lovingly. “I love spending time with you, even if we’re not really doing anything.”

Getting to his feet, he walked to the other side of the room, flicking off the lights and enveloping the room in darkness. “Well,” he said, striding over to his side of the bed and pulling back the covers as he slipped in, “you and I will get to do a whole lot of nothing together if you get in bed, okay? So, hurry up.”

You rolled your eyes but relented, your eyes glimmering with mirth. “Alright, alright.”

Ever so gently, you picked Patches up from off your lap and set her on the ground, your heart sighing at the sound of her soft mewl. The moment her paws touched the ground, she trotted out of the room, the door swinging closed behind her. You shook your head at her before sliding under the sheets. Almost automatically, Clay opened his arms up and you snuggled up to his chest, a comforting warmth enveloping you as his arm draped over your waist.

“Goodnight, Clay,” you whispered into the dark, just for him to hear.

You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Goodnight, [Y/N].”

You were stirred out of sleep by an itching in your throat.

Blinking open your bleary eyes, you coughed into the crook of your arm once, slowly growing conscious with each passing second. The room was still dark, the moon peeking down at you through the windowpanes, and pressed against your back was something warm and solid. You smiled, snuggling back against Clay’s chest, his arm unconsciously tightening around you as your eyelids fluttered shut.

Just as you felt yourself about to doze off again, another cough flew from your lips.

Quickly covering your mouth, careful not to wake Clay, you suddenly realized just how dry your mouth was. Frowning, you opened your eyes once more, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you slowly wrapped your hand around Clay’s wrist. With a touch as light as a feather, you slipped his arm off from around your waist and you wiggled out of his warm embrace, bringing yourself up into a sitting position. You were seconds away from pulling off the covers when he shifted, his face nuzzling into the spot where your head once lay.

“Mm... [Y/N]...” he murmured, sleep slurring his words together as his hand twitched at his side. “Wh... where’re ya going...?”

You smiled, caressing the side of his face with the back of your hand. “Just gonna get a glass of water,” you whispered back, moving some hair away from his face.

Leaning over, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Sweet dreams,” you said into his ear as you pulled away, watching with a fond smile as he relaxed at your touch, the stress vanishing from his features in an instant.

Seeing Clay sleep was more comforting than you’d like to admit. It was one of the only times where he ever got to just be Clay and not Dream—just a simple guy who needed his rest just like anybody else. 

Swinging your legs off the bed, you sliding out from under the covers and tread across the floor, your socks silencing your every step. You swung open the door as quietly as you could, slipping out into the hall and making your way toward the kitchen. Turning on the lights would surely hurt your eyes too much, so you fumbled around the wall for a moment before pulling open a cabinet and successfully grabbing a glass for yourself. Finding the sink was much easier, and you shortly found yourself closing the tap and taking a long swig of water from your cup.

As you sipped, the wind howled outside, sending a chill running down your spine. You shivered, snuggling further into your sweater. You were glad you wore something thicker to bed, today—it was cool out.

Once you finished, you set your glass back in the sink and began walking back to your and Clay’s bedroom. You had maybe made it halfway down the hall when you heard something a quiet clank behind you. You froze, turning to look over your shoulder.

“Patches?” you called out into the dark hallway, another chill overtaking your shoulders. “Is that you?”

Before you knew what was happening, an arm had wrapped around your waist, tugging you back and pressing you firmly against someone’s chest.

Panic shot through your skull like a bullet, and you opened your mouth to let out a scream.

All of a sudden, a fist slammed against your temple, and you felt your vision immediately darken, your shout vanishing as though it had been ripped away from you.

Clay, was the last thing you thought before the darkness consumed you.

Clay awoke to the feeling of something soft tickling his nose.

“What...?” he muttered aloud to himself, batting a hand over his face. For a moment, the softness disappeared, but it returned a second later. Slowly blinking awake, he saw a paw brush over his forehead, and he nearly rolled his eyes.

“Ugh, Patches,” he said with a slight frown, watching as the cat leapt over his head. The bed dipped at his side where she landed, and he sighed. “[Y/N],” he murmured while brushing a hand through his sleep-mussed hair, “did you want to feed her?”

A moment passed, and he was met with silence. 

“[Y/N]?”

More silence.

Furrowing his brow, he rolled over, his arm reaching for your warmth.

His blood ran cold when his hand met nothing but the cold sheets.

He bolted upright, his hands desperately grasping at the sheets as his eyes darted this way and that across the room. Everything in the room seemed just as it was the day before, but with one main difference.

You weren’t there.

Clenching his jaw, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to recall every memory he had of the last night. He remembered the warmth of your lips on his cheek as you slipped out of bed, murmuring something about getting of glass of water. He didn’t remember you coming back to bed after.

He cast a glance at Patches, who sat at his side and looked back at him with her big green eyes. She meowed at him, and it all suddenly clicked.

The next few moments came in a blur. He kicked the sheets off of him, not bothering to fix them as he slid off the bed and scrambled towards the door, swinging it open with a slam. Next thing he knew, he was running through every room of the house, ducking his head into the kitchen and pantry, the bathroom and closet. No door remained unopened, and no stone remained unturned.

It was only after he had gone through just about every single room that he let the terror begin to set in.

Nowhere—you were absolutely nowhere to be found.

He swallowed, his hands tightening into fists at his side as he paced through the corridor. You wouldn’t have left him, especially not like this. If you were going to leave, you would have told him before you did so. Hell, you would have at least left a note.

It was at that moment that he passed the front entrance, and his eyes flashed, landing on a folded piece of paper taped to the wooden door.

A note.

Nearly tripping over his own feet, Clay rushed over, practically tearing the page off the door before frantically unfolding it. His eyes darted rapidly across every line, reading in a frenzy.

Salutations, Dream!

It has come to my attention that you are growing funnier than ever, rudely declining my humble request. Well, I have just the perfect remedy for that! You might have noticed that you happen to be missing a rather precious possession of yours, and I’m sure you’ve been in quite the panic. In brief, yes, I have [Y/N]; they’re my captive. I’ll be keeping them until I have you providing me with what I asked. I’ll take as much TNT as you can provide, but at least a stack would be just wonderful. You know what they say—the more the merrier!

I may have never seen your face before, but I can just imagine how angry you must be. Boohoo, are you gonna cry? How cute. Don’t you know, Dream? All’s fair in love and war.

My fondest regards,

Wilbur Soot

Clay reread the note once, twice, thrice until he had nearly memorized every single word inked onto the page. Staring down at the paper in his hands, a slow, sinking sense of horror dug its claws into his shoulders. 

Wilbur had you. He had taken you, and you were his hostage.

He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing thickly. “Fuck,” he muttered, low and dark. 

There was no question about it—he was going to get you back. But how?

He wasn’t about to hand over the TNT Wilbur so desperately wanted that easily. You two had even talked about it and why that would be a terrible idea—he promised you he wouldn’t. He knew that you would be absolutely heartbroken if he broke your promise, even if it meant saving you.

He gritted his teeth, a low growl escaping his throat. No one else besides you knew that he had even attempted to conspire with Wilbur. There was no one he could turn to for help.

It looked like he was going to have to do this himself.

Clay turned, a dark look forming in his eyes as he crumpled the note in his hands, the paper’s edges digging into his skin.

Even if he had to do it alone, there was one thing he was sure of.

He was going to bring you back home, safe and sound.

“You know, this is probably the most pathetic you’ve ever looked.”

You grimaced, the frown on your face deepening as you tugged against the ropes binding you to your chair.

“Thanks, Wilbur.”

To think you’d be kidnapped in the dead of night by Wilbur Soot of all people. And just to make matters even worse, you were tied to a chair in front of him wearing your pyjamas.

This might just be the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to you.

He flashed you a manic grin, spinning around with his arms outstretched. “Oh,” he sighed, pressing a hand to his cheek thoughtfully, “what do you reckon Dream’s feeling right about now?”

From his spot against the wall, Tommy muttered quietly, “He’s probably pretty fuckin’ pissed.”

Wilbur stopped his spinning, his expression falling flat as he tucked a hand under his chin. He nodded once, then twice. “Good. That’s good. We want him to be mad. We want him to be panicking.” He turned, casting a glance at you. “Do you think he’s panicking? Does Dream panic?” His deranged grin returned. “I would love to see him panic.”

You kept your mouth shut, an uneasy feeling churning in your gut. This was nothing like the Wilbur you remembered.

A cough came from your left, and your gaze darted to follow it. Tommy still leaned against the wall, his eyes lying on yours. He almost looked guilty standing there, his hands clenched into fists at his side. The moment your eyes locked onto his, he turned away. Your heart sank. Is Tommy in on this, too? A part of you didn’t want to believe it, but the other couldn’t imagine any other reason why he would be here.

“Say, [Y/N],” Wilbur said, his voice drawing your attention back to him, “how many blocks of TNT do you think Dream would be willing to give up for you?” He narrowed his eyes at you. “Just how much do you think you’re worth?”

You froze, staring down at your feet. That was a good question, one you weren’t quite sure you wanted to know the answer to.

On one hand, Clay loved you—you knew that. He had told you so more times than you could count. But at the end of the day, Clay wasn’t just Clay, the man you loved. He was also Dream, the genius mastermind. Was he really going to spend the resources to save you at the cost of so much? Would you be left to the mercy of a madman? The thought terrified you.

On the other, you were equally as terrified of just how far Clay might go. He was stubborn like that. If he came with the TNT in hand to trade for your safety, you knew you would be putting dozens of people’s lives on the line just for yours. That wasn’t a fair trade, either.

You felt sick to your stomach.

Taking a deep breath, you lifted your chin to meet his gaze. “Wilbur,” you said, trying to ignore the burn of the rope around your wrists, “this isn’t like you.”

He suddenly went still, and a stone of anxiety dropped into the pit of your stomach.

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say.

He whirled, a stony look crossing his features. “It isn’t?” he repeated slowly, taking a step toward you. “Oh, it isn’t?”

You gulped, a tinge of fear running down your spine as he stopped in front of you, bending over to be eye-level with you. His dark gaze bore into yours, almost as if his eyes were piercing right through you. His low voice wrapped around you, constricting you tighter than the rope binding you to the chair.

“The old Wilbur is long dead and gone now, [Y/N],” he whispered, deadly quiet, “and he isn’t ever coming back.”

You could only stare and try to calm the hammering of your heart in your chest.

Insane—he had gone absolutely insane.

Leaning back again, Wilbur gave you another once over before waving dismissively, turning his back on you. “Tommy,” he said, “put [Y/N] in the cell and make sure it’s locked until Dream shows up with his gifts.”

He began stepping away when he suddenly stopped, throwing one more glance over his shoulder. “Oh, and don’t even try to escape.” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You and I know very well that you wouldn’t make it even five feet.”

With that, he strolled up the stairs, disappearing out of view. Your shoulders sagged with relief the moment he vanished from sight. You didn’t think you could stand locking eyes with him for another second.

It was then that you suddenly felt yourself losing contact with the ground, the chair being lifted along with you. You gasped, turning your head to see Tommy picking you up, his eyes averted from yours. You opened your mouth, then closed it when you saw just how much remorse was swimming in his gaze.

You watched silently as he carried you over to the empty cell carved into part of the ravine wall. Flinging open the iron bars with one hand, he pushed your chair inside with the other. Setting you down flat on the earth, Tommy slowly began untying the knots binding your wrists to the back of the chair. A few moments later, you felt the ropes unravel, the uncomfortably warm tightness of the rope finally giving way to the cool air. You rubbed at your wrists, wincing slightly at the aching of your skin.

Before you could even properly register what was happening, the sound of iron slamming against iron filled the air, and you whipped your head up to see Tommy shoving a key in the cell padlock. A loud click echoed off the stone walls as he turned the key, grimacing.

Your body moved without thinking. Scrambling forward on buckling legs, you bolted forward, your hands gripping onto the freezing iron bars to regain your balance. “Tommy,” you said, your wide eyes scanning his face for any sign of warmth. “Tommy, please—this isn’t right and you know it.”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked away, a guilty look flashing across his face. “I’m sorry, [Y/N],” he said quietly as he turned away, sorrow seeping into each syllable.

The words felt like a slap to your face, and you were stunned into silence as he walked off without another word. Not even Tommy—wild, reckless but good-intentioned Tommy—was on your side.

You were truly and utterly alone.

Turning, you took in the furniture in your cell. There was a single, small cot in the corner of the room, and a door located on the same wall as the headboard. You could only assume it led to a bathroom, Otherwise, the rest of the room was entirely barren with nothing to be seen.

So, this was what it was like to be a prisoner.

Something stung at the back of your eyes, your heart squeezing so tightly in your chest that it felt like it was going to burst. Letting go of the iron bars, you made your way across the room, climbing onto the cot and leaning your back against the wall. You curled up on the thin sheets, tucking your knees to your chest.

This wasn’t like the warmth of the bed you shared with Clay. It was cold, and barren, and so, so lonely.

You missed him, and it hurt.

You could only hope that the pain would fade with time.

Clay slammed his head into his desk, a deep sigh of pure frustration escaping his lips as his breakfast sat untouched beside him.

It had been two days since you’d been taken, and he had never felt so terrible.

He never realized just how much of his daily life revolved around you. He woke up with you, he ate with you, he slept next to you, he laughed with you, he loved you. It wasn’t until you had been ripped away from him that he truly understood how much you had woven yourself into his life.

He missed you more than he thought was humanely possible.

Staring down at his bowl, he shoved a spoonful of cereal in his mouth and began to chew. He couldn’t even begin to imagine just how awful Wilbur and Tommy were being to you, right now. Did they give you a bed to sleep on? Were they feeding you? How were you sleeping?

His mind absolutely swarmed with thoughts of you, consuming every empty space in his head, and he groaned. He couldn’t spend all his time contemplating ‘what if’s. He had to focus on the rescue plan. There was no way in hell that he was going to hand over that TNT—he promised you—but there was also absolutely no chance that he was going to abandon you.

He swallowed the mouthful, setting his spoon down as he clenched his jaw. The plan was complex, but do-able. Unfortunately, it was also risky—more risky than he’d like. Any sentence that included “[Y/N]” and “risky” was not a sentence he liked, to say the least.

He spared another glance at his cereal. It tasted like ash. Shaking his head, he stood up with a deadpan expression, walking over to the sink and reaching for the tap. Despite his calm demeanour, all he felt was rage—pure, unfiltered rage.

Just then, there came a knock at the front door.

Clay’s hand froze, halfway toward the tap. Grimacing, he turned on his heel to grab his mask from off the tabletop. With practiced ease, he attached the clasp to the back of his head, the cool plastic of his mask securely pressed against to his face.

Striding over to the lobby, he wrapped his hand around the handle, sucking in a breath and exhaling. Then, he pulled the door open, opening his mouth in greeting, but the words died in his mouth.

He stared at the figure standing in front of him, his eyes wide in disbelief.

This wasn’t who he was expecting at all.

“I want to help.”

You chewed on your lip, the cogs inside your head spinning at what felt like a million miles a minute as you stared long and hard at the stone wall.

How long has it been since you last saw daylight? You weren’t sure at this point.

You could hardly tell if it was day or night anymore. You could sometimes guess whenever you got a glimpse of Tommy’s bedhead when he brought food to you, but then you learned that the kid liked to take naps, so that went out the window.

You frowned, slumping over on your knees. This sucks. I’m completely and utterly useless. A wave of sadness washed over you. I want to go home.

A low whistle echoed through the ravine, a shiver running down your spine. If you could escape, you probably would have at this point. The problem was, you neither had the key to your cell, nor did you know where in the world you were even being held. You knew that it was somewhere underground of course, but that was hardly any basis to work with if you wanted to find your way back home.

Simply put, you were stuck, and all you could do was sit and wait.

You closed your eyes, picking up the thin blanket they had given you and wrapping it around yourself. You’d hardly gotten any sleep lately. Maybe you should at least try.

Some time passed in silence, your breathing gradually slowing down as your joints grew more relaxed. You were just on the brink of sleep when you were startled awake by the sound of a key turning.

Jolting, you lifted you head to see a figure swinging open your cell door and slipping inside. You jaw dropped.

“Tommy?” you said.

Immediately, he pressed a finger to his lips as his other hand shot out to grab your wrist, his gaze panicked. “Shh!” he hissed, his grip tightening. “Be fucking quiet, will you?”

You snapped your mouth shut, your eyes the size of saucers. Just what the hell is happening, right now?

With a tug, he pulled you to your feet, your mind still wracked with questions. You shot him a quizzical look, but he simply shook his head at you, dragging you forward and out of the cell. Your eyes swept across the ravine as he took a sharp turn, pressing you flat against the wall beside him.

There was a beat of silence. You held your breath.

Then your legs were flying out beneath you as he suddenly pulled you up the stairs you had seen Wilbur tread so many times before.

Right. Wilbur. Wasn’t Tommy on Wilbur’s side? You didn’t know anymore.

At the top of the stairs, rather than having reached the surface, you found yourself standing in a small dirt hut, with two beds pressed against the wall and a few chests lined up on the ground. You felt your confusion only grow as Tommy opened up a small hatch at the top before gesturing for you to climb up. You didn’t even bother asking before grabbing onto the sides of the trapdoor and housing yourself upward, gasping at the feeling of fresh air filling your lungs.

Above you, tall oak trees stood over you, the night sky shrouding the earth in darkness. You were in a forest, but most importantly, you were out.

You tumbled to the ground, your hands pressing into the dewy grass beneath you. You could hardly care that you weren’t even wearing shoes. A giddy smile crossed your face and you threw your hands into the air as you opened your mouth in a shout. “I’m ou—!”

A hand slapped over your mouth, cutting off your scream of delight. Tommy panicked face came into view in front of you, shaking his head wildly. “Don’t,” he mouthed, the word coming out silently, “say a word.”

You nodded, your eyes wide as you tapped at the back of his hand. He paused for a moment before removing it from your face, his shoulders sagging. He turned, quickly taking in his surroundings before gesturing for you to follow him.

You couldn’t help but make a face. Tommy was never careful. This had to be serious.

With each couple of steps he took, he would press himself up against a tree, waiting for a moment before continuing, making sure not to make a single sound. Following after you, you did the same, confusion continuing to make your head spin more and more with each passing minute.

After a little while, a clearing suddenly came into view, and Tommy abruptly stopped, holding his arm out to signal for you to do the same. Freezing, you oh-so slowly trailed after him as he ducked behind another tree trunk, peeking out just beyond the dark wood. You squinted your eyes into the dim clearing, trying to pinpoint just what exactly he was being so cautious of.

Your heart dropped.

There, in front of you, stood Wilbur, his back facing you. On the opposite side of the clearing was a masked Dream, a chest lying next to his feet.

He’s doing it, isn’t he? you thought. He’s giving up the TNT. Something inside you cracked. He’s breaking your promise.

You watched as Wilbur took a step forward, and you could hear his crooked smile as he spoke. “How kind of you to join me tonight, Dream.”

Dream didn’t respond, his mask as emotionless as always while his hand remained completely still atop the chest at his side.

Wilbur twisted to the side, waggling his fingers in neurotic excitement as he pointed at the chest. “Oh, is that a present for me? Did you really come all this way just to give me—little ol’ me—a gift?”

Dream patted the chest next to him, taking a few steps back as he spoke coolly. “It sure is.” He leaned forward in a subtle bow, gesturing toward the wooden case. “Why don’t you open it? I’m sure you’ll like what you’ll find.”

Wilbur let out a quiet sequel, skipping over to the chest with a bounce in a step. “Don’t mind if I do.”

You could see a bead of sweat roll down Tommy’s cheek beside you out of the corner of your eye, his cerulean eyes narrowed in what you could describe as pure stress. Wilbur crept up to the box, his gloved fingers slowly unbuckling the front clasp before ripping the top open with glee, only to come face to face with an all too familiar and grave sight.

It was empty.

Wilbur’s blood boiled as a whirlwind of images from the past shot across the back of his eyelids. He whipped his head around, his lips curling into a scowl only to fall away at the sight of Dream holding a stick of dynamite, the tail sparking with an ember.

His eyes widened, and you watched as Dream dropped the stick to the earth.

“You fu—”

The explosion was massive, immediately wracking the air with a deafening boom as ash flew into the air. Wilbur’s arms flung in front of his face, coughing as he covered it from the rising debris. Another explosion followed the first, then another. In an instant, the entire area was fogged over with thick, black smoke, completely obscuring his vision.

You swallowed, your mouth going dry as your gaze hopelessly searched for Dream in the dark.

Just then, a hand tapped on your shoulder.

You whirled with a start, coming face to face with a familiar white mask.

“Dream?” you whispered, your mind still reeling from the shock of everything that had just happened.

Without missing a beat, Tommy shoved you forward, pointing deeper into the woods. “Go, go, go!” he hissed into your ear. “This is your one fucking chance, just get the fuck out!”

You didn’t hesitate to heed his words, stumbling forward as you ran for your life. Adrenaline pumped itself into your veins like a lifeline, overriding your confusion and exhaustion. Behind you, you could hear Dream on your heels as Wilbur let out a roar.

“You bastard, Dream! Where the hell are you?”

You didn’t look back, sprinting with every ounce of energy that you had as the two of you broke out of the forest. Rushing down the hill that stretched before you, you could see Manberg glowing in the dark like a beacon of light just a few hundred feet away. If you made it into view of the Manberg, you would be safe—Wilbur couldn’t set foot there. Between you and safety lay a single river, and you knew exactly what you had to do.

Gritting your teeth, you leapt forward, the cold water splashing around you as you fell in. Another splash followed right after you, and if you weren’t underwater, you would have let out a sigh of relief. You kicked desperately, pushing yourself through the dark waves as you swam to the other side.

It only took a few moments for you to surface again, your hands making contact with the sand. Gasping for breath, you threw yourself onto the beach, your hair sticking to your face. A split second later, Dream was lying next to you, wheezing with laughter.

“That,” he gasped, “was amazing.”

You laughed. Of course that was the first thing he would say after pulling a stunt like that.

You pulled yourself onto your knees, the sand sinking around you and your soaking weight. Something warm brushed over your face, and you tilted your head back. Just in the distance, the sun was beginning to rise. In the sky. You didn’t think you would miss seeing the sky this much.

Framed by the light of dawn spilling over the horizon, Dream got onto one knee before you, tearing his mask off his face with one hand. His emerald eyes—oh, those lovely, emerald eyes—darted across your face, full of worry.

“Hey,” he said gently, reaching a wet hand towards your cheek, “why are you crying?”

You blinked in surprise and lifted a hand to your own cheek, only to pull it away to find that it was wet, and not from the river. Oh. You hadn’t realized you were crying. You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off by a choked sob flowing out of your throat. “I-I don’t know,” you admitted honestly. “All I know is that I’m really, really happy right now. Like, beyond happy.”

His touch was soft against your cheek. “I can tell,” he whispered. “It must have been scary.”

You nodded, your watery gaze blurring your vision. “It was—” Your voice cracked. “Wilbur was, and I missed you so much.”

He held your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. “You’re okay, I’m okay,” he murmured, his touch as light as a feather. “I’m here with you, now. Nothing can hurt you.”

You hiccupped, leaning your face into his calloused palm as aching relief washed over you. “I—” You swallowed. “How did you even find me? I thought Tommy was on Wilbur’s side.”

Clay smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “He is,” he said softly, “but he also knows when to do the right thing.”

You smiled through your tears, your cheeks practically glowing with joy. You knew he was a good kid, even as demonic as he could be. You couldn’t believe you ever doubted him.

You sat there for a few moments more on the riverbank, taking shaky breaths as Clay murmured sweet nothings in your ear, brushing away every stray tear that ran down your face. As your breathing finally returned to normal, you felt the adrenaline finally fade, a certain fatigue taking its place. You slumped forward, his arms reaching out to catch you midway.

“Clay,” you said softly, your eyelids growing heavy, “I’m tired.”

He smiled down at you, pulling back. “Yeah? Okay.” Slowly, he positioned you upright and turned around, crouching down in front of you. “Here, get on my back.”

Carefully wrapping your arms around his neck, he grabbed onto each of your legs tightly before getting to his feet, hoisting you up onto his back securely. “Better?” he prompted.

You nodded sleepily into his neck, relishing in the warmth of his skin against yours, even if he was also sopping wet. “Mhm.”

A fond smile stretched over his face. “Perfect.” He faced forward, his eyes glimmering in the light of the new dawn.

“Then let’s go home.”

[missymurphy1985]

The Coin Flip (Tommy Shelby X OC one shot)

Warning - smut

I've written this with an OC rather than y/n (fancied a change lol)

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"If it's heads, Aberama here gets all of this, with my blessing. If it's tails....

I fuck your daughter, Mr Gold."

Tommy knocked on the door, a slight smirk as he heard her padding down the stairs to open it.

Lucy opened it, a nervous look in her eyes. She knew about the coin flip, and as much as she wanted to be angry with both her father and Tommy, she couldn't be. She had fantasised about this for years.

"Miss Gold.. may I come in?" He was more polite than you gave him credit for. Standing aside, she let him pass. He removed his cap, jacket and gun holster, leaving them by the door. "I hope these will be safe here?"

"I live alone, and the door is locked. Would you like a drink Mr Shelby?"

"Call me Tommy eh? Mr Shelby is too formal for this, don't you think?" Lucy nodded, cheeks flushing slightly as her head bowed. He took a step towards her, tilting her chin back up. "We don't have to - "

"Yes we do. You flipped a coin. My father lost..."

"Your father lost, but you don't have to lose anything Miss Gold."

"Lucy. My name is Lucy. And what makes you think I haven't already 'lost' it, Tommy?" He smirked.

"Not as innocent as people believe eh?"

"My father must never know..."

"You have my word Lucy."

"Would you like a drink?"

"No. Thank you. Come sit with me?" He took Lucy's hand and led her through to the small dining area in the corner of the room. "May I smoke?"

She nodded, and Tommy lit a cigarette. Lucy took the one he offered her. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Tommy broke it.

"If this is what you want, I'm more than happy to oblige Lucy. But I won't force it. As much as my reputation may precede me, I'm still a man of morals when it comes to women."

"I appreciate the gesture Tommy. If it's my consent you require, then you have it." He stubbed his cigarette out, and she did the same. Taking his hand, she led him upstairs and into her bedroom.

"You like to get straight to it I see..." Tommy chuckled as Lucy pulled his suit jacket over his shoulders. His hands moved up her back, feeling the heat radiating from her even through the material of her blouse. He leaned down gently and brushed his lips against hers, feeling the familiar stirring in his groin as the kiss deepened, their tongues meeting for the first time, dancing around each other.

His hands reached under her blouse, disconnecting their lips before lifting it over her head. Unstrapping her bra, letting it fall to the floor, his eyes gazed over her bare upper body lustfully. She was beautiful..

She unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it onto the pile of her clothes on the floor, and he lifted his undershirt over his head.

Her fingers traced over his tattoos and scars gently. She made a mental note to ask him about them later, but for now all she wanted was him to take her as the coin flip had decided for them.

She played with the buckle on his trousers, looking up at him, smiling at the desire clearly visible in his eyes. The trousers fell, his briefs tented out from his erection. She palmed it lightly, making him groan quietly, her lips finding his again as she stroked him.

"Do you like that Tommy? Do you like my hand stroking your cock? You're so fucking hard..." She whispered against his lips, he pulled one of hers between his teeth, nibbling it softly making her whimper against him. He needed to gain control back.

"I do, but I'd like your mouth even more. On your knees, Miss Gold." Lucy smiled, and complied. She pulled his briefs down, and licked a long trail up his firm shaft, her eyes locked with his seductively as her tongue circled the tip. His expressionless face told her nothing, but the twitch of his cock against her lips told her everything.

Swallowing him down, almost all the way, you heard him groan deeply from above you. His hands on the back of your head, trying to force you to take him deeper.

"You gonna let me come down that throat of yours Lucy?" He asked, tugging her hair, taking control and thrusting into her mouth. She gagged a little, making him chuckle, but smiled as she nodded. Steadying himself against the four poster bed frame with one hand, his other hand in her hair pulling her head still as he moved his hips back and forth. She took it all, occasionally scraping her lower teeth against his shaft making him hiss, before he groaned, his release coming in ropes down her throat.

She held her mouth open as she rolled his cum round her mouth before swallowing. Panting, he lifted her off the floor, pressing his lips to hers, not caring that he could taste himself on her tongue.

"I'm going to taste you now. Strip, and lie down on the bed. Knees over the side." Lucy bit her lip, excited at his forcefulness. No one had pleasured her this way before. She did as ordered, and lifted herself on her elbows, her knees bent at the edge of the bed.

He moved quickly, kneeling between her open legs and lifting them over his shoulders.

"You're fucking beautiful, you know that?"

She smiled, soon groaning as his mouth made contact with her soaked core. His tongue licking and circling her clit torturously slow. Two fingers entered her at the same time, her back arching slightly as she felt them moving around. A sudden surge of heat suddenly took her, and she gripped his cropped hair. He chuckled against her, his fingers working against this magical spot inside her, making her hips writhe against him. She'd never experienced anything like it - her orgasm was building quickly, a powerful knot of heat wound up deep inside her abdomen, begging for release.

"Fuck... Tommy... Don't stop... Oh god...." Tommy felt his cock hardening at the soft moans coming from her, and he picked up both speed and pressure of his tongue and fingers. He hadn't pleasured a woman in this way since Grace. He'd never do this to one of his whores or Lizzie, that was purely for functional stress relief and his own orgasm - he couldn't stop himself doing this to Lucy though, he loved the taste and feel of a woman on his mouth. Plus, no one had sucked his cock as expertly as she had moments ago - he felt the need, as a gentleman, to at least return the favour.

Her body was writhing against him, she was so close he could almost feel it. Her walls began to clench and he lifted his mouth from her, watching her body move against him. There was a flicker of panic in her eyes.

"Let it go... Just relax baby, I've got you..." Lucy's body felt like it was on fire, she couldn't stop the powerful orgasm ripping through her. His fingers pounded into her hard and fast as she came, her juices squirting powerfully from her as she did.

"Oh my god... Oh fuck...." She panted laying on the bed, completely overwhelmed. He moved his body on top of hers and lifted her legs round his waist.

"Still want me?" She nodded, and gasped as he entered her, setting a slow, steady pace to give her chance to adjust and focus.

"Tommy... Yes..." Her legs tightened round him, pulling him deep, her nails scratching along his shoulder blades.

"So tight... Fuck Lucy... So fucking wet for me eh?" His lips were in her ear, his words sending her closer to a second orgasm. "You like me fucking you? Feeling me fill you up? What would Mr Gold have to say eh? Knowing how dirty his daughter is? Knowing his worst enemy was about to fuck you hard from behind against that dresser over there?"

Tommy pulled out of her, lifting her body up and pushing her to face the mirror on her dresser. Bending her over, her breasts pressed against the wood, he lined himself against her and thrust inside hard.

"Yes!! Fuck me hard, Tommy..." He grinned at her through the mirror, pounding into her holding her back down with one hand and squeezing her ass cheek with the other - slapping it occasionally making her squeal.

"Dirty girl aren't you... Taking me so fucking deep... You're gonna come again aren't you?"

Her walls started to clench around him again, he could feel every inch of them. Her head and shoulders arched back, she bounced back against his cock pounding into her. Within minutes she was crying out his name as she hit her peak a second time.

Tommy's hand on her back moved up to her hair as he pulled out of her, moving her onto her knees quickly. She opened her mouth, and was rewarded with more ropes of him cum down her throat and onto her cheeks as he pumped himself in front of her. He gripped onto the dresser, his orgasm fading.

Lucy moved from underneath him picked her clothes up from the floor.

"You didn't come inside me Tommy?"

"I think your father would declare war with me if I knocked you up, don't you?" He chuckled, pulling his own clothes back on. Once they had redressed, Lucy walked him back to the door. He pulled her in for a final kiss, taking her by surprise.

"I'll see you around Mr Shelby," she smiled at him, opening the door.

"Maybe you will, Miss Gold. Maybe you will."

[yoongiseesawmp3]

punch me - jungkook

back again with another self indulgent fic! enjoy

summary: daycare worker jungkook invites you, his favorite coworker, to the lake with his friends. why the lake? he wants you to see his new sleeve and whipping his shirt off in the classroom isn’t quite acceptable. plus he just wants to spend more time with you. there’s no harm in that.

warnings: none i think! 

word count: 3.5k

you work at a daycare, which isn’t a bad thing. it’s pretty chill, you like the kids and you can take off work pretty easy because there’s tons of subs. but also, not many people are bringing their kids in lately. so that means you and the other staff have been digging into the snack closet so “they won’t go to waste.”

jungkook was the one who suggested it. well, maybe suggest is the wrong word? he got caught up to his elbows in the bin of sweets, so when he turned to face your boss he immediately went into charming mode so he wouldn’t get in trouble. and once jungkook said it, everyone else thought it was a good idea too. hell, you’ve stopped buying snacks for yourself because you just sneak them from work now. wait. don’t tell anyone that. 

anyway, it was a great idea, but that was two weeks ago. now the snack closet is empty and you have a room full of toddlers on the verge of anarchy because of it. because of jungkook.

you just watched him pass by your room, arms laden with cheez-its and rice krispie treats, and you know for a fact he doesn’t have a class today. he’s only here to touch up the mural he’s been asked to paint near the front desk, so all of those snacks must be for him. 

you get the teacher from next door to keep an eye on your kiddos so you can sneak to the front and steal a couple bags of cheez-its (the kids don’t need their own bag, they’ll never know). but you get there and find yourself distracted from completing your mission.

jungkook is wearing old sweats, spattered with paint here and there, and he’s stooped over a bucket of water with a paintbrush between his teeth. it’s cute. 

“jungkook,” you semi-shout to get his attention. you get a sort of “hmgpfh?” in response, and that’s enough for you. “do you seriously need this many snacks? just for yourself?”

“i’m a growing boy, y/n,” he replies, taking the paintbrush out of his mouth so he can dip it into a paper plate covered in red shades. “you can have one.”

“i need three, actually,” you reply, picking them up as you speak. 

“are you a growing boy too?”

“no, i have six little kids with bad attitudes waiting for me in my room so i’ll be taking these off your hands,” you explain, finally turning to look at the work jungkook has put on the wall. “wow.”

“you like it?” jungkook asks, turning to look at you with a smile and a dancing light in his eyes. “is the tree too much?”

“no, oh my god, this is really good, jungkook,” you assure him, tracing your eyes over the wall full of characters and scenery from various children’s books.

“thank you,” he replies. “it’s better than wiping asses all day.”

“watch your mouth.”

“why don’t you watch it for me?” he quips back, peeking up at you with a smirk.

“what does that even mean, jungkook.”

“just thought i’d try to make you blush,” he says with a shrug. “didn’t work this time.”

“i don’t think it works anytime, actually,” you mumble, but he ignores it.

“hey, are you busy this weekend?” he questions, inspecting a bottle of green before squirting some directly on the wall. 

“are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you ask with a laugh. you watch him frantically spread the paint around to resemble a bush.

“shut up. are you busy this weekend?” he asks again. 

“i don’t think so, why?”

“come to the lake with me,” he says as he stands up to meet your eyes. “one of my friends convinced his uncle to let us borrow his boat. it’ll be fun.”

“do any of you know how to drive a boat?” you ask. “the safety of all this is what would keep me away.”

“i’m sure yoongi hyung will be able to do it,” jungkook says halfheartedly. “but still, the boat could just stay docked. it would be fun either way.”

“when are you going?” 

“saturday, so i could come by yours and get you on my way?” he asks with a lot of hope in his voice. you shrug before responding.

“why not? sure.”

-

so, jungkook texts you late friday that he’ll pick you up at 7am saturday. what the fuck. you wouldn’t have said yes if you knew you had to leave that early, but jungkook explained that he’s the only one the uncle trusts to have the keys, so he has to get there before the world wakes up. but also, has this man met jungkook? jungkook, being trustworthy with small, easy to lose items? please.

nevertheless, you’re up bright and early on saturday with a very large thermos of coffee. jungkook texts you right at 7 that he’s outside, and when you walk out you see him at the back of his car trying to force something into the trunk.

“whatcha doin?” you ask as you approach, noticing his strong legs in his (surprisingly) short swim trunks. you’re now realizing you’ve never seen him in anything other than baggy pants, so his legs are a little...distracting. 

“trying to keep the beer bottles from rattling,” he says through clenched teeth.

“and you’re trying to fuse them together with sheer force?”

“no, i’m stuffing a towel in between them in the box but it’s really tight.”

“if hoseok were here he’d make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke,” you jest. 

“i thought about it,” jungkook replies. “so i guess that counts?”

as he talks, he rearranges the other things in the trunk so it can close easy, and as he lowers the door he turns to you.

“you look nice,” he says, eyes drifting over you quickly. he notices the coffee cup in your hand and smiles. “any chance that has the sickly sweet creamer in it that i like?”

“how would i know what coffee creamer you like?” you ask, slightly annoyed that he just assumes you pay that much attention to him but also annoyed that you got caught. 

“because you like me,” he replies, grabbing the thermos and taking a sip. “oh my god, i love you.”

“you better be talking to the coffee,” you warn him as you grab the coffee back from him. 

“i’ll say it to you someday,” he promises, walking around to the passenger side of the car before opening your door. “if you let me.”

“what’s gotten into you lately?” you ask with a smile. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on jungkook, and recently it’s gotten worse. after you started working together, you noticed how many shared friends you have, so you’ve been hanging out more and more the past few months. jungkook has always been more than nice to you, but these flirty little comments are a welcome change. you hope they keep coming.

“is it cool if we stop at the gas station real quick?” he asks as he gets into the driver’s seat. “it’s an hour drive and i need gas and snacks.”

“fine with me. how about cheez-its and rice krispies?” 

“i had my fill of those at work this week, thanks,” jungkook laughs. 

at the gas station, you offer to get the snacks while jungkook stays at the pump. you’re looking for your favorite gas station snack, a crappy fruit and cheese danish that you could eat every day. jungkook finds you bent over in the sweets aisle, ass poking out too much for him to pass by and not push your face right into the premade baked goods. he considers it, because funny, but mean. he also considers passing behind you and smacking your ass as he does so you’ll move. tempting, but maybe too far. he opts for just bending down next to you to see what’s so interesting.

“what are we looking for?” he asks, scanning the labels for something to try.

“cherry and cheese,” you tell him, moving a blueberry danish out of the way, hoping to find what you want, but no luck.

“what? that sounds gross,” jungkook replies as he stands. “you like that?”

“it’s one of my favorites,” you tell him as you move into a squat. jungkook slides behind you and looks for his favorite jelly candy as you keep searching. “what’s so gross about it? they go well together.”

“like us.”

“what?” 

“huh?” jungkook asks, staring down at you with a glint in his eyes. the glare you give him is definitely ignored as jungkook looks back up and spots something on the top shelf. he grabs it and hands it to you. “this what you want?”

“yeah, it is,” you reply. “thanks. get another one for yourself.”

“why?” he asks, screwing his face up in disgust.

“because i know you’ll want to try some even with the way you’re acting right now, and i don’t like sharing.” 

“whatever you say,” he grumbles with a roll of his eyes. “now help me find the sour worms.”

-

jungkook tried the danish, and he hated it. 

have you ever seen a baby eating a lemon? it was like that, except jungkook spat what was in his mouth into his hand and then tossed it out the window of his car as he drove. sure, that whole part was gross, but he looked cute when he didn’t like the danish. who doesn’t love babies making silly faces? 

“i can’t believe you like that, but i can’t believe you convinced me to try it,” jungkook complains.

“kook, i think if i told you electrocuting yourself was fun you would try it just because i said i liked it,” you reply. he thinks about it for a moment before nodding, a slight tint gracing his cheeks.

“you’re right, but that’s not gonna make me finish your gross choice of snack.”

“fine, more for me,” you say, grabbing the discarded treat in the cupholder. you take a bite, not really caring that jungkook’s mouth was on it before you.

“omg.”

“did you just say ‘omg’ out loud?”

“yes, why?”

“you’re a loser,” you laugh, taking another bite, causing jungkook to gasp again. “what?”

“it’s like we just kissed,” he replies, almost giggling through his toothy smile.

“what do you even mean by that.”

“we just swapped spit.”

“you’re disgusting. stop talking.”

“hey, you’re the one that wants to kiss me,” jungkook says with a shrug. you want to protest, but you don’t want to convince him that you’re totally against kissing him. you’d actually very much like to plant your lips on his and never let go, but life doesn’t always give you what you want. jungkook notices your silence and smiles. “you’re not denying it.”

“i’m being polite.”

“mmmhmm,” he replies, failing to hide how pleased he is as he pulls into a treacherously sloped driveway. “we’re here.”

-

it’s turning into a beautiful day. the morning chill is starting to slowly melt away, and you find yourself sweating slightly as you help jungkook move all of the junk from his car. he insisted on doing it himself, but you felt super weird just standing there while he huffed and puffed carrying things back and forth, so you finally jumped in. it’s still just the two of you here, the friend’s uncle had successfully given you both a crash course on how to handle the boat, and you’re confident the two of you can share that info with yoongi when he gets here and hopefully no one will get hurt. 

speaking of yoongi, he said he was a few minutes away, and that was more than a few minutes ago. maybe he and hoseok got lost. the final four (as they’ve been calling themselves all morning) will be here later because taehyung didn’t have a swimsuit and they had to make a pit stop at walmart to get him one. you’re familiar with jungkook’s friends, and comfortable with a couple of them, but you don’t know much about taehyung aside from his interest in art and now his view on the boxer vs briefs debate (he was apparently very picky when trying on said swimsuits). but whatever. they’ll get here eventually. 

before you know it, you and jungkook have unloaded all of the snacks, alcohol and water accessories from his car, so all that’s left to do is hang out until the boys get here. 

“you ready?” jungkook asks, offering you his hand. you give him a questioning look and he motions to the boat. “c’mon, we’re not gonna sit here in the sun while we wait for them. it’s hot as balls.”

“but it’s hot as balls on the boat too,” you counter as you take his outstretched hand and let him pull you behind him on the dock.

“yeah, but at least we’re on a boat.”

he leads you to the edge of the shaky dock and let’s go of your hand momentarily to steady himself as he steps over to the boat. he turns back and offers his hand again, giving yours a squeeze as he guides you over the gap of water. the boat is slippery, so you lose your footing slightly and jungkook reacts quickly by wrapping you in his arms. the boat is bobbing a little too much for your liking, but jungkook is giggling and that distracts you enough from the fact that you could’ve fallen just now. 

as you both stand there awkwardly staring at each other, you don’t notice yoongi’s car pulling up to the top of the hill and its two passengers walking out toward the water. 

“oooh, what do we have here?” hoseok asks as he sees you holding onto each other for dear life. you separate quickly, making the newcomers laugh.

“don’t stop because we’re here,” yoongi replies.

“yeah, i can hug yoongi if it makes things less awkward for you,” hoseok offers.

“please don’t do that,” yoongi quips back.

“i’ll get you when you least expect it, hyung.”

jungkook, still standing very close to you, clears his throat and waves yoongi over. you scoot around them to help hoseok with the bag of food in his hands.

“are you sure you know how to drive a boat, yoongi?” you ask. 

“i’m a fast learner,” he replies.

“that’s not very reassuring.”

“i’ve done it before, y/n,” he laughs. “just not with this kind of motor, but it won’t take long to figure out. everything will be nice and safe, i promise.”

“besides, we have jungkookie here to save you even if hyung throws us overboard,” hoseok jokes.

speaking of jungkook, he’s rustling around the boat, trying to figure out how to put the suncover up. his jacket from this morning has been tossed aside, and he’s in a baggy tank top. you allow yourself a moment to admire the way his muscles ripple as he works when you notice -

“you finished your sleeve?” you ask him. his head snaps up in your direction and he smiles.

“enjoying the show?” he teases.

“answer the question.”

“honestly, i wanted it to be a surprise,” he replies, stretching the arm out and turning it around as best he can.

“so what, you were gonna take your shirt off and punch me and that’s how i was supposed to find out?”

“are you offering?”

“i’m just mad you didn’t take me with you! i was gonna get something this time,” you complain with a slight pout, which jungkook scrunches his nose at. you’re really cute, he thinks to himself.

“my artist called me last minute and said they had an opening, so i went in as soon as i could. i think you were still handling six hungry toddlers,” he explains.

“so is that why you invited me today?” you laugh. “you couldn’t think of a reasonable way to take your shirt off in front of me so i had to come with you to the lake for the big reveal?”

“jungkook, if you say yes, then jin and i are giving you the sex talk. you gotta up your game,” yoongi mumbles.

“no,” jungkook insists, ignoring yoongi. “i invited you today because i think it’ll be fun and i wanted you to be here.”

“and he wanted to see you in a swimsuit,” hoseok adds, pulling some cookies out of the bag of snacks. he offers them to you and you gladly accept. then he turns and pops one into yoongi’s mouth as he yawns, before he tosses one over to jungkook, happily shouting “a cookie for kookie!”

“that’s cute,” you smile, liking the way hoseok babies jungkook. it’s got him flustered, and it’s kind of adorable.

“kook, did you hear that? y/n thinks you’re cute,” hoseok sing-songs.

“i- that’s not...i didn’t say that,” you stumble. “the rhyming was cute. if anything, i called hoseok cute.”

“everyone thinks hobi is cute,” yoongi replies. “but jungkook? eh.”

“eh?!” jungkook shouts. “i’m just eh to you hyung?”

“now you hurt the boy’s feelings,” you tell yoongi, and he shrugs.

“you should’ve just called him cute.”

you look over and notice jungkook is staring at you, an eyebrow quirked in a challenge. hoseok is watching and munching like this is a movie, and yoongi looks between you and the so-called cutie and laughs to himself.

“well?” jungkook asks.

“i mean, yeah, you are cute, sometimes,” you begin. “not when you’re being annoying though.”

“i’m not annoying!”

“yes you are,” hoseok and yoongi agree in unison. jungkook huffs at that and looks back at you.

“now my feelings are hurt again. talk more about me being cute,” he pleads as he finally gives up on the suncover and joins you on the wraparound couch of the boat. he’s looking at you with the absolute worst puppy dog eyes, so you keep going.

“uh, you’re cute with the kids i guess? like when they use you as their personal playground and you’re all giggling. that’s cute,” you offer. “or when the little girls get hurt, they always run to you first and you cheer them up with sweet songs.”

“hmm, family planning perhaps?” you hear hoseok joke with yoongi. 

you would go on (or deny how often you’ve thought about jungkook being a dad) but the other car of boys has finally arrived, so the two instigators leave the boat to help them unload. that leaves you next to jungkook, who’s not done talking about the cute stuff.

“i didn’t know you noticed all of that,” jungkook whispers, suddenly sitting very close to you. you try to act like it’s nothing, but he stops you. “ah ah, now it’s my turn.”

“your turn? for what?”

“for talking about how cute you are,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing ever. if he had his way he would be pulling up a whole powerpoint presentation right now, but he has to rely on his words, which is fine. “first of all, you have great style. you’re maybe the only person who can make the daycare uniform look like a capital o outfit everyday you come in. and the way your eyes light up when a kid tells you a story, or shows you something they made? that’s my favorite. wish you would look at me like that someday.”

“you...what?” you almost can’t believe where this conversation has gone, but it’s making your heart beat faster and you’re not ready for it to stop.

“i wish i could make your eyes light up like i’m the only person you can see,” he clarifies, locking eyes with you. he holds your gaze for a moment before his eyes flick down to your lips. you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so close, but the movement was obvious. jungkook wants to kiss you. 

“and what would you do if they did?” you challenge, repeating the same glance from his eyes down to his lips. your gaze lingers a little longer, and when you look back up at jungkook you know what’s coming next. that doesn’t mean it’s not shocking, though.

kissing jungkook is like pulling down a piece of the sun and slamming it into your chest. the warmth that he exudes, and the softness of his lips as they caress yours, it’s perfect. but - 

“wait,” jungkook mumbles against your lips. you pull back, worried.

“what?”

“i did that wrong.”

“wha..how? jungkook, i thought that was nice,” you assure him but he shakes his head.

“i did it wrong,” he insists, looking at you and noticing the shine in your eyes that he was hoping for. “can i kiss you again?”

you nod and let out a quiet “yes” before jungkook is cupping your face and connecting your lips again. this one is stronger, more intentional and you’re glad he wanted to try again. not that the first kiss was bad, your mind is still reeling from that first one. but this feels like a kiss full of love. it feels like a kiss from someone that’s been pining for you over bags of cheez-its and funny kid stories, but they didn’t know how to tell you how badly they wanted to do this. jungkook didn’t know how to tell you, but now he doesn’t have to because this kiss tells you everything you need to know.

[l-r-christian]

heyyy can u do a klaus mikaelson imagine where the reader comes out with the album ‘sour’ instead of olivia rodrigo and its based off of an ex not klaus and klaus throws a party and she sings the songs ‘deja vu’, ‘jealousy, jealousy’ and ‘brutal’ for a sneak peak of the album and it’s basically pure fluff

Ahhhhhh writing for my wolfie boy again ☺. I apologize if this is a little bad as I was trying to find a good way to write this and look up the artist as I haven't heard these songs before.

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x F!Singer!Reader, Past!Damon Salvatore x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Damon being Damon

Music was Y/N's pride and joy, having done cover songs putting them up on a YouTube channel and she was every popular gaining a huge audience. She started to make her first album right around when she found out that Damon had been seeing Elena behind her back which hurt her deeply and since then she hadn't talked to her so call best friend. Y/N's fans had been angry at Damon saying how dare he hurt such a cinnamon bun and saying how Elena was a terrible best friend.

"Love, I have something to ask of you."

"What is it Nik?" Y/N asked looking up from lyrics she was working on for her album. Klaus sat next to her.

"I am throwing a party and was hoping you could sing for my guests?" Klaus asked her as she stopped looking at him. Y/N knew that most likely Damon would be there along with the rest of her friend group.

"I'll love to Nik."

Y/N was a bit nervous and had asked Kol to record her for her channel as the songs she picked was sneak peaks of what she was working on. Y/N was announced to go on stage and heard the clapping seeing every that was going to prom had came to the party.

"How is everyone tonight?" Y/N greeted getting cheers as Damon stared at her and Klaus found Y/N just gorgeous as she wore the dress he got her.

"I here to sing for you all. Three sneak peeks at some songs I wrote." Y/N said getting loud cheers making her smile.

"The first is called 'Déjà Vu' so enjoy." Y/N said beginning to play people began to move to the music.

"Car rides to Malibu, strawberry ice cream. One spoon for two and trading jackets. Laughing 'bout how small it looks on you." Y/N sang as she played her guitar.

"Watching reruns of Glee, being annoying singing in harmony. I bet she's bragging to all her friends, saying you're so unique, him. So when you gonna tell her? That we did that too? She thinks it's special. But it's all reused that was our place, I found it first. I made the jokes you tell her when she's with you. Do you get déjà vu? Ah, hmm." Y/N sang and got cheers while Elena looked to Damon wondering if it was true.

"Alright everyone I'm sure alot of can relate to the next one here's 'Brutal'." Y/N said with a grin feeling more comfortable on stage.

"I want it to be,like, messy. I'm so insecure, I think that I'll die before I drink. And I'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates me." Y/N sang as Klaus frown hating the idea that Y/N felt that way.

"And I'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life and they'd all be so disappointed. 'Cause who am I, if not exploited? And I'm so sick of 17. If someone tells me one more time "Enjoy your youth." I'm gonna cry."

"And I wish I'd done this before. And I wish people liked me more. All I did was try my best, this the kind of thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset. They say these are the golden years but I wish I could disappear. Ego crush is so severe.... God, it's brutal out here." Y/N sang as she looked out at the dancing crowd then saw how Klaus watched her. The crowd cheered as the song ended and Y/N was now in her element as Damon frowned wishing he knew this about his ex.

"Here is for those girls who felt like me. This next one is called 'Jealousy Jealousy.'"

"I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room. 'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true. With paper-white teeth and prefect bodies....Wish I didn't care. I know that beauty is not my lack."

"But it feels like that weight is on my back. And I can't let it go. Co-comparison is killin' me slowly. I think, I think too much 'bout kids who don't know me. I'm so sick of myself. I'd rather be, rather be anyone anyone else. But jealousy, jealousy. Started followin' me. Started followin' me." Y/N finished as everyone cheered loudly and clapping as she waved leaving the stage as the band took over.

"Y/N." Damon said as the singer turned seeing her ex the first time in months as she had buried herself in her music.

"Salvatore." Y/N said not caring about the hurt that flashed in his eyes as in her mind Damon had no right to be hurt.

"We should talk."

"Sorry but I'm busy."

"With what?" Damon questioned stepping forward as in a blur Klaus was next to Y/N with an arm around her waist.

"Joining me for a drink." Klaus said leaving Damon no more to talk as he lead the young woman away.

"You didn't have to do that."

"But I did love." Klaus tells her as she found herself in his studio and she stepped away looking at his paintings. Y/N stopped at one of her making her blink as he step next to her.

"You shouldn't feel l like you aren't good enough Y/N. "

"And why would you say that?" Y/N asked smiling looking at him as Klaus looked at her cupping her cheek. Y/N had a suspicion that Klaus had a thing for her since he would bend over backwards for her.

"Because I'm in love with you. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met." Klaus tells her making Y/N's heart skip a beat as he leaned closer.

"I am in love with you too. As I can't believe I fell for my best friend." Y/N said softly cupping his face as Klaus crashed his lips against hers. Y/N kissed back pressing closer to Klaus making him growl while in a blur she found her self in Klaus's bed. Y/N giggled leaning back against Klaus's bare chest as she showed him how to play the guitar. Y/N was glad she said yes to singing for Klaus's party as she would have never gotten her happily ever after with someone who really loved her.

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

this is a continuation of the other one

Y/N stares at him for a long moment, arms crossed and poking her tongue into her cheek. “Why do I feel like I'm Ariel and you’re the sea witch trying to get me to sing into a shell?”

Harry blinks once. “Sorry, what?”

“Oh, right, that was—that was ‘89, wasn’t it?” Y/N bites back a laugh at the scowl that rolls over Harry’s expression. “After your time, I suppose.”

But Y/N isn’t laughing when she has to spend the next two weeks braless. And although she spends the first day being petty under Harry’s keen eye, by the third day, she’s turned the predicament around in her favor.

“Hey, Harry.” She says one night, stirring her pot of pasta on the stove as she sips her eleven dollar wine. “I have a question about our arrangement.”

Harry, who has been leaning over the counter to soak in the aromas of the food that he longs to taste (and also to get a look at Y/N’s cleavage in the v-neck t-shirt she’s wearing), cocks his head to the side and clicks his tongue. “If you're trying to reduce your sentence, don’t even try it.”

“No, no, it’s not that.” Y/N murmurs, trailing her lip around the rim of her wine glass as she leans against the counter. “I was just wondering if it has to be only braless with a shirt on top, or if I could wear just a bra or bralette.”

Harry blinks once, his mouth falling open in surprise. “I—what?”

“Like, I have this little cotton Calvin Klein bralette, and it’s super comfy, and still gives me some support, but my cleavage and such is still decently on display.” Y/N clarifies with a smug grin, setting down her glass against the fake marble counter as she stretches to reach the spice cabinet. “I think that could fulfill our agreement, no? You know what bralette I’m talking about, right? You’ve probably seen it when you’ve been snooping around.”

Harry looks at her carefully, trying to catch the trick behind her all-too generous offer. He replies in a measured tone, leaning against the fridge as his eyes glue to the way her chest heaves as she teeters forwards on her tiptoes to grab a condiment. “I know the one, yes. Peachy pink, right? With a thick band and slightly ruffled fabric at the center?”

“That’s the one, yup.” Y/N pops the last letter of the word, wiggling her fingers to try and grab the oregano from the highest shelf. “It’s a nice number, I think, and going around braless for so long does my back in sometimes.”

Harry pushes off the barrier he’s using as support, drifting towards Y/N as she stands before her cupboards, one hand propped against the counter to boost herself up as the other fishes for the small container a few inches from the tips of her fingers. He stops right beside her, looking down at her with that same calculating gaze he had across the room. He’s still trying to sus out her angle, but little does he know that what she’s trying to implement is going to work out for both of them.

She’s grown quite fond of the extra attention he’s been giving her, and for some odd reason, she feels a deep sense of pleasure every time she catches him staring at her chest. Maybe it’s the way his eyes glint longingly as he ogles, or the way he’ll chew into his cheek or along his bottom lip or into the side of his finger as he follows the outline of her cleavage, or maybe it’s that when she catches him gawking, he’ll hold intense eye contact with her for a second before casting his gaze away to some other unimportant object.

Maybe it was that one time yesterday where she’d managed to pull an actual reaction out of him. They had been watching a rerun of a Scooby Doo movie, and she could feel his ghastly eyes pinned to her bust, probably because she had lied down on her stomach across her sectional sofa as he had sat on the floor in front of it, so when he turned his head, her chest had been less than a foot away. And as if that wasn’t enough, she had purposefully flushed it against the couch cushion below to make it seem extra plump and appealing, which would have knocked the air from Harry’s lungs if he still had them.

He’d released a soft whimper so broken and needy, Y/N had to fight off a conceited grin to avoid letting him know she was doing this to him with actual intention. She’d pretended not to hear it, but she had allowed herself to indulge the flare of satisfaction that rose from watching him shift his sitting position a bit, as if something were growing heavy between his thighs. His actions had vaguely made her wonder if ghosts could even feel arousal, and if they could, she hoped he was. It was the perfect revenge, because she at least knows that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Not with anyone else, at least.

Y/N watches as Harry reaches an arm up, easily reaching the bottle she’s attempting to retrieve. He swipes his hand across the container, the motion managing to knock it off the shelf and into her awaiting palm. She’s learned that in order to touch objects, he has to put in quite a bit of energy and concentration to succeed in breaking through the dimensional barrier that separates the living from the dead. Garnering the slightest contact can sometimes drain him a great deal, so when he does make it his mission to touch something, he does it with as little impact as possible to save his energy for later, in case he wants to grab something for an extended period of time, or grasp a heavier weight that would require more exertion.  

“Thanks.” She smiles up at him innocently, blinking her lashes with a slightly sultry air as she closes the cupboard slowly.

Harry swallows heavily, glimpsing down at where her chest is still heaving from when she’d made a grand effort to collect the ingredient she needed. He hates how his little cheeky plan had recently become the bane of his undead existence, given that Y/N had recently begun using it to her advantage. But he can’t complain, because he’s getting exactly what he asked for. He just wishes he could get more.

His voice comes out low and strained as his eyes coast back up to meet her own, which are dancing with smug amusement. “You’re welcome.”

“So what do you say?” Y/N asks, uncapping the spice and sprinkling a liberal amount into her sauce. “Think we could tweak our deal?”

Harry pulls himself back onto the counter, tapping his fingers against the surface without making a sound. “I suppose.” He replies after a moment, eyes flickering to Y/N’s chest once more as she leans down to taste the sauce. “The bralette should be fine, as long as it’s not too padded.” He shoots her a cheeky grin. “I like a bit of nipple, you know that.”

“You’re gross.” Y/N scoffs, shaking her head as she sets down the wooden spoon on the stove. “I'm gonna go change, then. Watch this for me, will you?”

And Harry does rather diligently, inhaling the flavorful aromas rising from the stove. He wishes, for the billionth time in his thirty odd years of death, that he could taste food. He knows he doesn’t need it, but even just having its essence pass over his tongue would be enough for him. He misses pasta, he thinks, staring longingly at the noodles boiling away on the stove. And pizza, and fish, and steak, cooked perfectly with a delicious side of mashed potatoes and gravy, just pink enough in the middle that it’s still tender—

“You didn’t burn down the kitchen. Good job!” Y/N’s voice calls from behind, and the ghost turns around with a retort on his lips that quickly falls away once he sees her.

She’s put on the bralette just as she said she would, and it’s everything he’s ever dreamed of. The cotton is thin enough that he can see the clear outline of what he wants through the article, and the halter neckline lands low enough that he can see every dip and curve of her breasts. A band of her stomach is exposed beneath the labeled elastic lining the bottom of the fabric, and the soft skin seems to call to Harry, making him desperate to touch it. Y/N’s decided to swap her sweatpants as well, it seems, as she’s now dressed in a loose pair of heather grey shorts that sit above her belly button and barely cover the curve of her ass. The loose legs flutter up with her every movement, and if she were about to bend over just a smidge, he could—

“How’s this?” The girl asks, flicking her loose hair over her shoulder with a simper. “Does it meet the requirements?”

Harry clears his throat, his words coming out as a pained groan. “God, you’re a fucking bitch, you know that?”

Y/N sputters into a round of airy laughter, coming to stand before him with her hands perched on her hips. Her tone is innocent, but her true intentions are written clear across her face, obvious in the way her lips twitch with evil delight. “How so? I’m abiding to our terms!”

“You’re giving me the world’s worst case of blue-balls, is what you’re doing.” Harry bites back, his sharp jaw clenching and full lips pressing into a bothered grimace. “And you’re doing it on fucking purpose.”  

“You made your casket, now lie in it.” Y/N states brightly, shrugging her brows with finality.

“Harsh.” Harry mumbles, but he can’t fight off the amused grin that tweaks his dimples into place.  

Harry slips off the counter again onto his feet, not being able to stay still. There’s a peculiar buzzing sensation coursing through each of his ghostly limbs, and anytime he stays put, it intensifies to the point where he feels like he’s going to explode into a shower of static.

He saunters up behind Y/N, looking over her shoulder as she regains her previous activity of mixing the contents in the pot while they simmer their way to completion. Despite not being able to touch her, he can still smell her just fine, and her homey scent of chamomile and jasmine are ever welcomed. She just smells so much like a girl, for a lack of a better explanation, and Harry hasn’t been this close to one his own age since before he passed. It’s driving him to the brink.

“I’d give you a taste if I could.” Y/N's soft, teasing voice echoes against his ears as she cranes her neck to look at him. “It’s a family recipe.”

“Yeah...” Harry locks eyes with her for a moment, and his hand instinctively reaches down to grasp at her waist. Instead of being met with the warm sturdiness of what he knows would be her silky skin, he’s met with the typical icy fizzing sensation that constantly haunts him whenever he tries to make contact with a living being. His digits pass right through her hip, though she barely seems to notice, the only palpable indication of his attempt being a cold breeze wafting across her flesh.

He knows it’s something that is extremely easy to brush off, usually as a simple draft from the air conditioning, given the similarities between the two experiences. And that’s exactly what she appears to do as she gives a light, dismissive shiver, not paying it any mind.

The ghost tries his best to keep his disappointment from registering in his mood, and his tone instead fills with an unreadable emptiness that only he can truly interpret. Below it lies a double meaning, and it has to do with way more than just the general desire to be able to experience the taste of good again; it holds a certain longing that pertains to a deeper type of hunger, but again, only he can truly decipher it. “Yeah, I can only dream of it.”

[amerrierworld]

Naughty List

request: Hi! Can you write something with dom carol and sub reader?

note: A bit of the same AU as ‘Tea, Mrs. Aird?’ where you’re the babysitter, and Carol likes you. Basically this is the NSFW parallel of that fic :)

Summary: Carol invites you over for some, ahem, Christmas wrapping.

Characters: Carol Aird x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,723

Warnings: SMUT, Dom!Carol, also cheating cause this is pre-canon, pre-divorce!Carol, naughty Christmas shenanigans.... (KIND OF a mommy kink vibe?? ahskfhskjhg i’m so sorry don’t @ me ;-; )

It was just a few days before Christmas, and Carol had invited you around to help with some last-minute Christmas activities. Harge had to go to a Christmas work function, and Carol needed help to keep a certain three-year old at bay who was most excited about Santa Claus visiting. 

You were about to knock on the door when raised voices came from inside,

“Your own bedroom? What the hell, Carol, what sort of nonsense-,”

“I just figured, with your schedule, and you getting so angry so quickly, some time apart might help-”

“Help what? Jesus, woman, next you’re going to tell me you want a divorce? This is bullshit. A woman’s place is in a man’s bed.”

“Oh, and that’s all a woman is good for, right?” Now Carol’s voice rose louder than Harge’s, defiantly. You wanted to tear away from the door, but couldn’t. 

“Yes.”

A deafening silence.

“Don’t come back tonight.”

“..Carol-”

“No. I don’t want you in this house. How dare you say something like that? With Rindy just in the other room no less?”

“She’ll have to learn too, just like you.”

“Get out.”

“This is my house.”

“I don’t care! Go away, don’t come back until tomorrow, otherwise you won’t see me ever again!”

You gulped, and in the brief pause that followed, you quickly knocked on the door, not wanting to intrude any longer, and hoping your arrival would calm them.  

“That’ll be Y/N,” Carol sighed. 

“Hm, at least she knows her place around here.”

The door opened and you were faced with Mr. Aird, who’s face was still angry and red. You clutched your purse in front of you.

“H-hello, Mr. Aird.”

“Y/N,” he grunted, before brushing past you. Then, in an instant, he turned  around and said,

“If my wife comes onto you because of her hysterics, you have my permission to call the police,” he spat.

“Harge!” Carol screeched in anger, but he had already jumped in his car and drove away.

There was a very light snowfall, and a few flakes collected on your hair and eyelashes. Carol looked to be on the brink of crying, and you frowned,

“I don’t know what he means-,”

“It’s fine, forget about it,” she waved her hand dismissively, her breathing  heavy, “come in. I’ll go get Rindy.”

You let her walk ahead of you, seeing the tension in her shoulders as she went down the hallway. Tentatively, you followed, hearing Carol say,

“Rindy, guess who’s here?”

“Y/N!” The toddler screamed as soon as she came into view, rushing over to you.

“Hello, sweetie!” you laughed, picking her up to set her on your hip. 

“You’re just in time for cookies,” Carol said as Rindy laughed and played with your hair. She pulled open the oven and the warm, sweet smell of freshly baked goods washed over you. 

Carol approached you, bent her head towards your ear, and whispered, “I have a few more presents left to wrap, but I can’t let her out of my sight alone. Will you distract her and decorate the cookies together?”

A warm flush rose up your neck at the low, whispery tone of her voice and her sweet perfume filling your nose. Afraid you couldn’t reply a coherent sentence, you simply nodded.

She squeezed your hand in thanks and disappeared into another room, and you reminded yourself to breathe. 

There were small tubs of icing on the counter and you grabbed one of Carol’s well-worn aprons to protect your clothes from the incoming damage. Rindy giggled and began pulling at a small stool for her tucked away in the kitchen corner.

You put on a Christmas record as the two of you worked, helping Rindy spread red and green icing over the cookies, covering with sprinkles. Somewhere along the way, you snuck a cookie into your mouth as Rindy dipped another in icing and accidentally dropped it in, clumsily pulling it out. 

Soon your hands were covered in it as well, and Rindy somehow had gotten some icing in her hair. You cleaned it out as best you could, while Rindy giggled, standing by the sink.

“What are my girls getting up to now?” Carol asked as she came back into the kitchen. You blushed at her words, gesturing to Rindy apologetically,

“We got icing in her hair.”

Carol’s eyebrow raised, “Oh? Well, then it’s high time for a bath. I’ll have to wash your clothes too, Rindy, look at all the sugar you got on yourself.”

Rindy giggled, gleefully like only an innocent child could. She then pointed at the cookies,

“But Mommy, look!”

“Oh, they’re beautiful, sweet pea, every one of them. Come on, it’s bath time now.”

“Nuh-uh,” Rindy protested, pointing firmly. “One’s gone!”

Uh-oh...

“Y/N ate one!”

Your face flushed red, not thinking Rindy would have kept count, and your mouth dropped open. Rindy was perched on her stool, pointing at the plate and then at you.

“That’s bad! You’re on the naughty list!” she giggled, “Santa’s not gonna give you gifts!”

“I- wh-.. I...” you were shellshocked, flabbergasted. You glanced at Carol, expecting a scold, like you were a child who’d been caught, but she was smiling, her eyes looking at you intently.

“It was only one,” you protested.

“Oh, but that doesn’t matter to Santa,” Carol said, teasingly, and you felt a chill run down your spine, “Santa doesn’t look at how many cookies you steal, Y/N. Only that you did.”

Rindy bounced towards you, tugging at both your skirts, giggling, “you’ll get coal for Christmas!”

“Now, Rindy, be nice,” Carol tutted, scooping her up, “you still have to be good up until Christmas, right? So that means having your bath and going to bed on time.”

Rindy pouted, but didn’t protest, and Carol carried her upstairs without much fuss.

As Carol busied herself with getting Rindy to bed, you chucked a new log onto the dying fireplace in the living room, watching the sparks fly and hoping the heat would hide the actual flush on your face.

You stayed on the carpet a little longer, legs tucked under you as you watched the flames dance.

“Out like a light,” Carol sighed, making you turn around and look over at her coming into the living room. She sat down on the couch and lit up a cigarette. You watched the blue-grey haze surround her and it wasn’t until her eyes locked with yours that you realized you were staring.

You turned back to watch the fire, your hands resting delicately in your lap. Something crackled in the air. 

“She’ll be a feisty one when she grows up,” Carol said, puffing cigarette smoke into the air. 

“Just like her mother,” you smiled. “The world needs more feisty women.”

Carol let out a dry laugh, “Harge wouldn't agree. If he had his way, I’d be locked away in this house, like any other old, problematic housewife.”

There were stern lines in her face as she watched the fire, and you stood up from where you were sitting, hand grabbing your opposite elbow awkwardly. 

“You’re beautiful, you know,” you blurted out. Carol looked over at you, surprised. “And what Mr. Aird said was- was wrong. About a woman’s place, I mean. He’s lucky to have you.”

“So you heard that,” Carol grimaced. You rubbed the back of your neck, shy.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s alright,” she sighed, glancing you up and down, her head tilting in curiosity. “But what is?”

“What’s what?”

“A woman’s place. Where do you think that is?” Carol’s eyes were piercing you, ripping every bit of your soul open to her.

“A woman’s place...” you trailed off, because now she was rising up, approaching you, cigarette in the ashtray, with the grace of a hungry lioness, “a woman’s place is wherever she wants it to be.”

Carol smiled, “I agree. You’re very thoughtful, Y/N.”

“Not really,” you muttered.

“No, you are,” she said, tilting your chin up with her fingers to meet her gaze. Her face was lit beautifully by the flickering fire, “you’re wonderful. And I can’t tell you how grateful I am for spending all this time with a cranky lady and her daughter.”

“You’re not cranky!” you protested with a laugh, pulling her hand down from your chin and clasping it in yours, “you’re incredible.” 

Carol smiled, her cheeks rosy, and looked down at your joined hands, “are you trying to make up for stealing one of my well-baked cookies?”

You sputtered indignantly, “I didn’t steal-”

“Last I checked, there was another one missing,” Carol winked, pulling a cookie out of her pocket and waving it in front of your face. You gaped. What was she trying to do?

“Now, I don’t know about you,” she said, biting into the cookie, “but I suspect the previous culprit may have taken it.”

“What are you- you’re eating it right n-”

“Can you prove that?” Carol purred, finishing the cookie. “Rindy won’t believe you, will she? Because I rarely ever eat sweets.”

“You- you...” 

“Really, Y/N,” she said, bending her head low and brushing her lips along your cheek, making your breath stutter, “you already got caught once, and now again? You seem like you want to be on the naughty list.”

“P-please..” you stammered, your body rising up against hers in response to the growing heat between your legs, “Mrs. Aird...”

Carol’s head snapped back, eyed you closely, hesitating, wondering. You took the chance, and surged up with your mouth to hers, tasting a few crumbs and the sweetness of icing along her lips.

As soon as you realized what you were doing, you tore yourself away and stumbled back, panting.

“I’m s-so sorry,” you yelped, eyes wide.

“It’s alright,” Carol muttered, her hands clenching by her sides. “I don’t mind.”

“B-but.. you have a husband-”

“Hah! Barely.”

“And- and I’m a girl,” you said, dumbfounded. Carol merely grinned, wide and excited, moving towards you and wrapping her arms around your waist, meeting your lips,

“Exactly.”

You melted in her arms, whimpering softly as her full lips moved along yours. 

“Sh-shouldn’t I go home soon?” you gasped breathlessly as her mouth moved to your jawline and neck. “It’s so late..”

“Oh, no, darling,” she grinned, “Unless you want to?”

She pulled away briefly, saw the desire in your eyes, brushed her nose against yours, “I think you need to be taught a lesson first, hm?”

“A.. lesson?” you repeated in a small voice.

“Mhm,” she smiled, “a naughty girl like you needs to know what her place is, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your mouth hung open, oh...

“Now, I’m no Santa Claus, so I can’t give you any coal.. I’ll have to be creative, I suppose.”

She looked at you through her lashes, “would you like that?”

You nodded without thinking, and she chuckled, arm circling your waist and lips pressing against your neck again,

“I w-would..” you whimpered. 

Carol groaned at the sound, tugging you closer, moving her hips against yours. Your hand tangled in her golden locks, feeling weightless, untethered, and the only thing grounding you was Carol’s hot mouth, moving over your skin like fire.

“Go to the kitchen,” she ordered. You blinked in surprise, but did as she asked. Once there, you stood awkwardly, wondering what she wanted, what she had in mind.

Carol grasped your hand and tugged it to one of the tubs of icing. You dipped a finger in, taking out a generous amount, the red colour vibrant in the dim lighting.

Keep her eyes locked on yours, Carol leaned forward and wrapped her lips around your finger, sucking and licking the sweetness off of your skin. The groan that came out of you seemed barely human, and your knees trembled.

Her skilled tongue swirled around your finger slowly and sensually, watching your resolve breaking, your breathing pick up. She released your hand and blew softly on the wet skin, making you mewl.

She chuckled darkly, “would you like some too, sweetheart?”

You nodded frantically, feeling the pulsing heat between your legs. But Carol had other plans as she pushed you up against the edge of the countertop.

“Before you get anymore sweets, you have to prove that you’ve been a good girl, okay?” you nodded again, tugging at your lower lip with your teeth.

“Are you sure you can handle that, princess?” Carol growled, fingers digging into your hips. You gasped, body arching. Carol looked at the way you quivered, the way your pelvis rose towards her, and she pushed her hand down, creating a sweet, sweet pressure in your lower belly.

“Don’t misbehave,” she muttered. Then, her eyes wandered up and down your body, seeing how you trembled and strained against the countertop, your legs nearly giving out. Taking pity on you, she pulled you away from the kitchen, kissing you sweetly.

She lead you down the hall, walking quietly on the carpet to the guest bedroom. You were relieved that she didn't take you to her main bedroom. As much as you enjoyed the thought of Carol naked under those sheets, you also couldn’t ignore the thought of Harge in that bed with her.

“Why are you frowning, darling?” Carol muttered, pulling you closer once inside the bedroom, brushing her lips over your forehead, then your eyes and mouth.

You shook your head, blinking the thoughts away, and a sultry smirk appeared on your lips again, instead focusing on the Carol, naked under the sheets bit.

You kissed her, taking charge this time, much to Carol’s delight. You put your hands in her hair, tugging until a sweet moan escaped her. 

“Not so fast,” she grunted as your hands began pulling at her dress, wanting it gone. “Which one of us was on the naughty list, hm?”

Then you found yourself on your back, on the bed, Carol stripping your clothes with ease, an eagerness behind her gaze that made you blush and your breath catch in your throat. 

“I th-think you’re very close with getting your own name on that list, Mrs. A-Aird,” you gasped as she kissed down your naked body. 

Carol grinned against your abdomen, licking a stripe towards your centre. She could smell all of you, and she enjoyed pulling your thighs apart and see you shiver, just watching your sex throb, glistening with arousal. 

Then she put her mouth on you, and you shuddered.

Carol relished this, the feeling of you bucking up to her mouth, chasing her tongue, howling and whining with pleasure.

You let out a shout as she hit a particularly sensitive spot and she smacked your thigh as a reprimand,

“Quiet.”

You panted ragged, airy breaths as you tried to do what she said, but her tongue kept pressing against that sensitive spot and you felt your body give in.

You let out low groans and pleads, begging,

“P-please... m-more..”

Carol raised an eyebrow, “more, darling?”

“Yes, yes, oh.. Carol,” you said, her name like a prayer on your lips.

Oh, Carol could hardly stand it anymore, her stockings had gotten wet with her own arousal running down her thighs. She pushed herself away from you, grinning as your body went limp in shock as the pleasure left you.

“C-Carol..” you begged again, reaching for her. She shushed you and began to undress. That got your attention very quickly, and you rose up on your knees to watch her.

As every piece fell to the floor, you felt your pulse quicken. Her body was beautiful, far too beautiful for you to handle. The way she flicked her hair over her shoulder and beckoned you with one finger nearly made you come on the spot.

“How about something else that’s sweet?” Carol murmured. You almost fell off the bed as you moved towards her. She kissed you, forced your mouth open and entered you with her tongue. You gasped and let yourself be touched, let yourself be held. Her hands wandered, stroking and caressing every inch of your body with a warm touch.

Then, they settled heavily on your shoulders and she pushed you down to your knees. You were afraid you wouldn’t know how to please her, but the sight of her standing before you and the irresistible smell of her sex made you swoon and lean forward anyways.

The first lick made Carol’s head drop back, and she immediately brougt her hand up to bite into it to stop the lustful noises threatening to escape.

Your head was dizzy from the taste of her, and you licked again. And again, and again, until you needed more and brought your hands up to help.

You pushed her legs to stand a little further apart, and then dipped your tongue between the folds.

“Oh!” Carol sighed, a heavenly sound, “that’s a good girl..”

You whined into her sex, tongue flicking ardently. You trailed upwards, finding the small bundle of nerves that always felt good on your own body. As soon as you found it, Carol’s hands landed in your hair, pulling sharply.

“Yes!” She gasped, “oh, goodness- yes. Just like that.”

You kept licking and then sucking, letting her rock her body and cunt against your mouth. The lower half of your face was covered entirely by her juices, and your hands reached to grasp her ass, palming the supple flesh, helping her steadily move against you.

“Oh,” she breathed, “oh, yes- yes, yes, keep going. So close- oh, baby girl you’re doing so wonderful..”

Her words made it hard to focus, your cunt throbbing, your hips rocking involuntarily. But you breathed deeply, steadied yourself, and pressed Carol fully against your open mouth, tongue rocking with her hips’ movements.

Carol arched, gasped, and curled over you as she came, holding your hair and shaking all over. More wetness spilled from between her legs, trailing down your cheeks and into your mouth.

You moaned at the taste and she gasped weakly at the vibration it sent through her body. Her legs were shaking so violently you thought she might collapse.

But then she regained her composure, and looked down at you with blown pupils before pulling you up to your feet.

Her lips and tongue attacked your face, kissing your cheeks, sucking your lips, tasting herself on your skin.

“Good girl,” she said, making you shiver, “I think you’ve proven yourself.”

She grinned at you and you wanted to smile back, but the arousal still coursing through your body made it hard to focus. Carol noticed, she always noticed.

“How about a reward then?” She asked softly.

“Y-yes, please, Mrs. Aird,” you answered almost instinctively. She chuckled at how needy you were, kissing you deeply.

“Call me by my first name,” she said.

“Carol...” you were rewarded by nibble of her teeth along your neck. “Oh! C-Carol..”

She smiled and pushed you down on the bed again. Instantly, her body covered yours, warm and soft, and her lips closed around a nipple. Your back arched.

“Carol!”

Her hand found your sex, and she pulled back in amazement, looking down at how wet you were.

“Oh my... baby girl, you’re positively soaked.”

She rubbed over your cunt, gathering wetness all over her fingers and prodding gently at your entrance.

“P-please...” you said again, the word having lost all meaning at this point. You couldn’t help but keep saying it, because Carol liked it when you begged, and you liked what Carol gave you when you did.

She pushed inside, marveling at how tight you were, and her thumb pressed against your clit.

It wouldn’t take long, you knew it. Your body was ready to explode at any moment, and you clawed at Carol’s arms, pulling her down to  you.

“C-Carol, kiss me,” you begged. Her lips founds yours instantly, but she couldn’t help but pull back just a bit, simply to tease,

“Does it feel nice, princess? This is what good girls get, when they’ve been on the nice list,” she growled, pressing harder and faster. “When they don’t take cookies that aren’t ready to be eaten yet.”

“Oh G-god.. Carol,” you whined in defiant protest, “I wasn’t.. I didn’t mean...”

“Shhhh, be a good girl and take it,” Carol said, taking your lower lip between her teeth and biting gently.

You came as if a tsunami had erupted. Distant at first, and then thundering down all at once. Carol kept moving, not stopping her motions until you were bucking up and thrashing at the overstimulation of her fingers, whining and pleading.

Only then did she relent, releasing her grip on you and letting you catch your breath.

You were shaking, Carol’s taste still present in your mouth, an ache between your legs where her fingers had been. Then her mouth and tongue, lapping at your lips, opening you wide so you could breathe all of her in.

“Fuck...” you whimpered. Carol’s eyes opened and she smiled,

“I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you swear,” she chuckled.

“You can’t swear around a three year old,” you replied, “otherwise you would’ve fired me.”

Carol grinned, kissing your nose, “No, I don’t think I would have.”

You turned your head to glance at the clock and your stomach plummeted.

“I should call a cab,” you said. Carol pulled you close.

“No, you shouldn’t. Stay a while,” she pleaded in your ear. “Let me hold you.”

“But Harge..”

“Isn’t coming back until morning. I’ll call a cab just before six, alright? He never wakes until eight, at least.”

Your stomach churned and she gave you a pointed look. You didn’t want to be caught, or fired, or worse, having Carol be blamed for everything.

"You merely spent the night, darling, because you were so tired after being here,” Carol arched an eyebrow, “gosh, whatever could’ve made you so exhausted? Maybe all those cookies..”

You lightly slapped her arm and giggled, “you are by far the worst employer I’ve ever had, Mrs. Aird.”

She pressed a finger to your lips and said, “Nuh-uh, princess. What’s my name?”

You trembled under her gaze, eyes drooping with both sleep and lust,

“Carol.”

A/N: I think this may be one of my longest one-shot fics... idk what that tells you about me as a person lol but ohh well :) AND this is my 200th post! Wow! 

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Found Family

Abby Anderson x F! Reader Mini Series

FINAL CHAPTER

Song Used: Dear One, Mary Lambert

Chapter Fourteen; Dear One

*TWO YEARS OLD*

"I look ridiculous." I groan, adjusting the pale blue dress Kayla had helped me fix up a few weeks ago.

"You look beautiful." Kayla assures, running her hands down the lacy sides to smooth them out. I look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit, the dress is very beautiful. A beautiful ruffled skirt and rose patterned lace sides and metal buttons along the back, all a soft periwinkle color. I even let Kayla put a small braid in my hair on the right side, tucking it as well as the rest of my hair behind my ear. Kayla stands beside me, pulling me into a hug. "This dress really suits you." She says.

"I never thought I'd be getting married." I say with a nervous laugh. "I didn't think weddings were still a thing after the outbreak."

"Yet here you are." Kayla smiles. "You're about to marry the love of your life." I smile, feeling my hands shake.

"I'm nervous. Why am I nervous?!" I laugh. "I shouldn't be nervous!"

"Awww!" Kayla chuckles. "You're just excited! It's adorable!" She fixes her hair, loose strands of red falling out of her ponytail. The pink sundress she wears is the same style as the small white one she found for Evangeline.

"I can't wait to see Abby." I sigh, hugging Kayla. "Thank you for everything. You've planned an amazing wedding, Kayla."

"I'm your best friend!" Kayla smiles. "It's my job!" A knock at the office door pulls our attention toward it. Lev stands there wearing the same suit he wore when Evangeline was born. Kayla fixed it up so it would fit him better, seeing as it was too long in the first place.

"Y/N!" Lev smiles, running up and hugging me. "I'm here to walk you down the aisle!"

"Oh God it's already time?!" I feel my heart race in my chest, reaching into my pocket for the yellow paper I had written my vows on months ago. "Okay okay. Let me just go over these one more time."

"Nope!" Lev links his left arm with my right. "We're going now!" I turn around to look at Kayla. She gives me a warm smile, grabbing a bouquet Evangeline had helped her make.

"I'll see you out there!" Kayla whispers, hugging me tightly before walking out the door and around the corner.

"Lev." I mumble, staring straight ahead as I slowly walk with him out the door. "I'm terrified."

"Don't be." Lev says, squeezing my hand. "Remember, it's about you and Abby. Everyone who's here is here because they love you guys. They support you. You and Abby are the only people that matter right now, so just pretend it's only the two of you in this church."

"You're right." I nod, taking a deep breath. The music gets louder as we walk closer to the doors of the main room. She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert. A song Abby and I have slow danced to a million times. "Thank you, Lev."

"You're welcome." Lev says as we stop right before the doors. "Ready?" I nod again, pushing the doors open and walking in with Lev. The flower petals Evangeline had thrown earlier litter the dark wooden floor. All of our friends and neighbors turn to watch. I can feel their stares, but the only stare that matters to me in this moment is Abby's. Her eyes are locked on mine, a huge smile on her face. I feel myself tear up, seeing how beautiful she looks. She decided to wear a suit that matches Lev's. It fits her perfectly, making her look like as incredible as a marble statue. A tear falls down my cheek as Lev lets go of my arm, standing me right in front of Abby. I take her hands in mine.

"You look beautiful." Abby whispers, tears sparkling in her eyes.

"You should see yourself." I whisper back, laughing quietly.

"Mommy!" A familiar squeaky voice calls from the front row. Evangeline wriggles her way out of the arms of Kayla's little sister, running towards me as the crowd laughs. I bend down and open my arms for her as she runs into them. I lift her up, holding her close as Abby and I pepper her face with kisses. "Can I stay?" Evangeline asks, wanting to stay close by her moms.

"Yes you can." I nod, smiling as I set her down by my feet. She sits cross legged beside me, watching as Abby and I listen to Kayla's mother, Eileen, speak a bit about the two of us. I can't tear my eyes away from Abby's, feeling so safe and at home here with her. The whole world seems to disappear when I look at her. I don't even notice Eileen say it's time for vows until Abby lets go of my hands, pulling a piece of notebook paper out of her pocket.

"Okay." Abby sighs, her hands shaking. "Y/N..." She looks at me with so much love and joy. "When we first met, you were floating down a river trying to figure out how the hell you were going to survive. And when I saved you, you threatened me. Even though you had no weapons and you looked like a half-dead drowned rat." Abby and I laugh at the memory. "That's when I realized 'Oh fuck, I'm falling in love!' Then you trusted me, you came home with me and let me give you safety and food and comfort. It kinda felt like bring a wild animal into my home for the first time."

Abby's chuckle is cut off by a sniffle. "When you woke up screaming one night after a nightmare and asked me to stay with you, I knew I wanted to protect you and do anything I possibly could to make you happy and give you the life you deserve just like you've done for me. You've been through so much and you're still the strongest woman I've ever known. You gave me your heart. You've shown me a love I never thought I deserved until I met you. Fuck, you even gave me my own family! I wanna spend the rest of my life loving you and treasuring every single moment I have with you and our family. I love you so much." Abby wipes her tears away as I reach into my pocket for my vows.

I wipe my own tears away as I look at my writing. "Well." I pause, chuckling a bit. "I mean how the hell am I gonna top that?" The guests and Abby laugh at me as I take a deep breath. "I'm not great with words or romance... or people, really. But, when I met you, I felt this comfort and love I had never felt before and it made me want to try to love people again. When I told you about my past, you didn't judge me. You supported me every step of the way and stepped in to raise Evangeline as our baby. You are my angel. You are my savior. I..." I sniffle, wiping away more tears. "I should probably get to the vows before I start sobbing." I laugh. "Abby and I fell in love with Mary Lambert's music after I forced her to listen to it with me and... one of her songs has always stuck with me and made me think of her. So... Abby, I'm gonna use it as my vows to you, if that's okay." Abby laughs quietly, nodding and urging me to continue.

I take a deep breath. "Where did you come from, bright star? What heaven did you leap from, dear love? How can I say your name without the sound of Autumn underneath my tongue? Without acknowledging the lovers who bent me in half? Bless them for bringing me to you. How can I say your name without also breathing the words 'My God, I found you!'" I pause, taking a deep breath as I feel tears pour down my cheeks. "How can I ever speak again with this mouth when it has found where it belongs? When you touch me, I am a bed of calla lillies. I will make a house for you and fill it with evergreens. I will paint sunsets on every wall so you can only see beautiful things." Abby watches me, sobbing quietly as her smile grows even bigger.

"How can I say 'love' without wanting to fold myself into you like a thousand paper cranes. Dear one, I was halved the moment I was born. The other piece of me is inside of your mouth. And I was found whole the moment you spoke." Every single eye in the room is teary, Abby full on sobbing as I pull her in for a tight hug. She hugs back, whispering 'I love you' over and over into my hair as she holds me in her arms.

"That was absolutely beautiful." Eileen says to us, wiping a few of her own tears away. "Now. If there are no objections, let's continue. Abigail, do you take Y/N to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

Abby pulls away, locking eyes with me as she squeezes my hands. "I do." She nods, smiling at me. Her eyes shimmer, full of pure love.

"And Y/N..." Eileen pauses. "Do you take Abigail to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"Damn right, I do!" I grin, squeezing Abby's hands as I nod at her.

"By the power vested in me. I now pronounce you, Mrs. And Mrs. Anderson. You may kiss." I waste no time grabbing Abby by her shirt collar and pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. She immediately kisses back, her arms wrapping around me as the guests cheer. We pull away once our lungs are screaming for air, pressing our foreheads together.

"Holy shit." I whisper, chuckling with Abby as I look into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Holy shit." Abby repeats, laughing harder. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too." I reply, kissing her once more. We pull away in surprise when Lev yells.

"Party time!!" Lev cheers, waving his hands in the air. He runs towards us, wrapping his arms around both of us as I pick up a giggling Evangeline. Kayla follows close behind.

"Group hug!!" Kayla yells, squeezing us. I wrap an arm around Abby, resting my forehead against hers once more.

"I love you guys so much." I smile, finding comfort in the arms of my loved ones. Abby gently puts a hand on the back of my neck, gently guiding me up for one more kiss. I let my eyes fall shut.

"We finally made that last name official." Abby smiles against my lips once we pull away.

"Yeah." I hum. "We finally did."

END