#idc what you smoke or how you smoke it as long as you do it safely

[babybluebex]

upon inspection of the wolf t shirt pic he is absolutely holding a dab pen lmao

a new competitor enters the ring: a dab pen

[xxizombiexx]

Hungry

Maki Zenin x FEM! Reader

Idc what anyone says, Maki will always be my smoking hot lesbian girlfriend

Tw- maki having an obsession with you, oral, pet names (baby, doll, ect), fingering, lesbian shit, dirty talk, sub reader, dom Maki (let's face it, Maki is the man in the relationship), reader is kinda of a bimbo, begging, teasing

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Maki just couldn't take her eyes off you. You were just so, so beautiful. Like a doll. A special doll. The type you keep in a box because of its valued beauty. The type that you keep away from others because of how rare it is. She wanted to keep you away from others. Maki wanted to keep you away from all things that would hurt you. You were hers, You were Maki Zenin's girlfriend.

"Maki! You're staring again." You whispered to her; you two were out with your friends, having lunch after a long day of training, and Yuji and Nobera who had just came back from a mission.

"I'm sorry, baby, you're just so beautiful. How could I keep my eyes off of you." Maki responded back, pushing a piece of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. You blushed and looked back at your half empty plate of sushi. "You know, I'm not really hungry for sushi." She muttered into your ear.

"What are you hungry for?" You asked, generally. Maki looked at you and smirked a little.

"How about we ditch this losers and I can show you at our dorms. Hm?"

Your entire face was most likely red now. You couldn't say no to her. You just can't.

You give her a look that answered her question.

"Oh, damnit. Principle Yuga needs Y/n and I at the school." Maki announced, pulling out her phone and standing up from her chair.

"He does? I thought you were hungry--" Maki quickly shushed you up, by pulling you up by the arm. It didn't hurt, but it did cut you off guard.

"Sorry guys. We have to go. Goodbye."

-

Maki's pink lips kissed down your neck, as she pulled down your pants.

"Oh, what am I going to do with you, hm? You make me go crazy." Maki muttered, leaving dark purple spots on your neck. All you can do is whimper her name, as her slender fingers circled your clit through your panties.

"M-Maki~" You moaned as you felt yourself getting even more wet. "I-I need more."

"Aw, does my poor baby want more? That's not how you ask for things." Maki said, smiling. "Beg." 

"Maki, I-I need you. Please! I need to feel your fingers in me. Please!" You begged. Maki gave a light chuckle, as she slowly pulled down your underwear.

"Why didn't you just say so in the first place, baby? You know I'll give you anything." Maki's fingers ran up and down your folds, practically teasing you, before sliding a finger in your tight hole. "This pussy is nice and tight, just for me. Right? Only me."

All you can do is moan back, as you felt her slide in another finger. "Yes, yes!" You moaned as Maki slowly, but surely, started to pick up the pace. "Only you!" Maki smiled once more.

"Good." She then began to kiss the sensitive spot on your neck once more. Your moans got louder as she shoved her two fingers inside of you.

"M-Maki, Maki, I think..I-"

You couldn't even get the words out of your mouth. But somehow Maki understood what you were trying to say.

"Go ahead, baby. Come all over my fingers." Her thumb came up to rub your clit, adding more pleasure. Your moans were getting louder and louder as you came on her fingers. Maki didn't stop. She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you until you came down from your high.

Out of breath, you closed your eyes, and slammed your head on her pillow.

But your eyes quickly shot back open you felt Maki move and rest her head in between your thighs.

"You thought this was over? I told you I was hungry for something else."

Maki wasted no time, licking your sensitive nub. The taste of you wetness and your cum mixed together was heaven dancing on Maki's tongue. God, she wish she could eat you like this everyday.

You quickly grabbed onto Maki's hair, moans turned into whimpers because you were so sensitive down there.

Your second orgasim came much quicker then your first.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You moaned, falling back into the bed.

"Looks like this pretty doll is all fuck out, ain't she." Maki said, more to herself then you. "I've just bearly started, too. What a shame."

-

[mustainegf]

heii so like the reader and dave are best friends, theyre hanging out and while talking/smoking (idc) dave tell the reader he had a dream about fucking her 👅👅

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ¹⁹⁸⁹

Rolling the tip between my thumb and finger, I exhaled and passed it to him. We sat on the porch, surrounded by the sapphire night, and passed the joint back and forth as crickets chirped loudly. I leaned back in my chair, smoking, and burned just right, causing a familiar ache in my chest. Dave was next to me, his profile ink dark against the weak light on the porch. The long, fiery hair cascaded falling beyond his shoulders, catching the faint glow as he took a hit and exhaled, the smoke curling into the night.

We'd been friends for years, but there was always something… a kind of tension. Something simmering that neither of us had ever really acknowledged out loud. Maybe it was the way he'd look at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention, or how my skin would tingle whenever he was close. Maybe that was what had set the thick tension hanging in the air tonight, like the smoke between us.

"So," Dave began, that seductive smile quirking on his face that always had me wondering what devilry was running through his mind. "I had this fuckin' crazy dream last night."

I raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What kind of dream?"

He took another drag, letting the smoke drift out slowly before he spoke again. "It was about you."

I felt a little spike at the words, though I tried to keep it cool. "Do I even want to know?"

Dave chuckled again. "Depends. You might find it interesting, it was weird though."

I leaned forward a bit, curiosity was getting the better of me. "Alright, out with it."

He set the joint down, resting his forearms on his knees as he turned to look at me. Our gazes locked, his eyes so narrow they almost sent me into a heart attack.

"Well, in the dream," he continued, lowering his voice one level, "we were here. On the porch. It was late, sorta like now, and we were just talking. But then it got like, really hot and heavy. You leaned in, I smelled your perfume, and... um, couldn't help it. Seconds later, you were in my lap."

His words painted an image, and made me feel like my heart pretty much about to pop out of my chest. But he never let his eyes stray from mine, and I couldn't look away, even if I wanted to.

"What happened then?" I whispered.

Dave went on with his lips curling into a smirk. "I kissed you. And you kissed me back. Your hands all over me, and I couldn't get enough of you. We were both so fucking desperate."

I almost felt like I could remember it, that it was so real. My body reacted on instinct.

"then carried you into the house. Didn't even make it to the bedroom. I shoved you against the wall, tore your clothes off. I couldn't wait. I needed to be inside you."

I nearly choked at his words, my eyes darting wide. I didn't say anything.

"I thrust inside you," he whispered, still staring at me as he recounted his fantasy.

"And?" I managed to choke out, my voice vibrating. "Then what?"

He leaned closer, his face inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. "We didn't stop until we couldn't move. Until we were soaked in sweat and I'd cum inside you."

Dave's eyes met my own, and I saw a question, a challenge. I could barely think, but there was only one thing I could say.

"Then let's take this dream and make it real."

[fruittt-punchhh]

sativa

Synopsis: little one shot based off of this ask, so idc to make this fancy: you and Toji smoke a lot of weed and fuck. enjoy💋

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x you.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! smut, afab! reader, fem! reader, stoner! Toji, stoner! reader, having sex while high, big dick! Toji, rough sex, suggestiveness, cursing, breeding, dick suckin/pussy eatin, just filthy, unashamed Toji smut. I love that man.

Word Count: 5.6k-ish

Notes: ily and anon was the smartest for this idea. sorry if this is lame but being the stoner I am I couldn’t resist. I’m also bad at endings but it’s fine you’re the best byeeeee😈🥹🫶

You have all of thirty minutes to get ready for the party. Your mascara is dried out, hair totally untouched, and you still couldn’t decide on what outfit to wear.

You weren’t too concerned, but you want to look presentable. It was some random block party, but it was 4/20, so the theme was ‘Mary Jane’ of course. And if you were going to do anything, it’d be dressing appropriately for the occasion. You also know that every time you get high you love taking pictures of yourself and your friends, and you always felt a little better with your face beat and your hair laid.

Speaking of laid, it’s been a minute. Not for any particular reason other than no one has caught your eye recently. But maybe tonight could be your lucky night.

You settle on a green mesh top, a short skirt to go along with it, and some black platform boots to finish it off. You accessorize with your favorite green and gold jewelry, making sure to grab your ring with the big leaf emblem on it. You took a look at your ‘420’ sunglasses, noting how similar they look to New Year’s Eve glasses. Cringing yourself out from the amount of ‘hey I smoke weed!’ energy you’re giving off, you decide to leave the glasses home.

This was the first time in a while you’ve been to a party where you didn’t know anyone there. The front door opens as a couple walks out, and smoke literally billows from the living room. You scoot past them, as well as a large burly man who you assume is security, to get to the kitchen.

You had brought your own weed of course, but you were intent on sharing with others. There were plenty of supplies in the kitchen so you start to roll a few blunts before bringing them to the living room.

Sure, you’ve seen some of these faces around. But you were awful with names and may have snuck in a little gummy edible before the Uber arrived, so socializing has lost it’s sparkle.

You immediately light up, wanting to join the rest of the guests in their euphoria. There was loud music playing, plenty of laughter and talking, and you felt content in your own world.

You pass the blunt to the girl nearest you, and spark up again, wanting to start a rotation.

You’re lost in your phone as you wait for the blunt to come back your way. You look to the man to your left, and notice he’s hogging it. You’re much too chicken to say something, so you decide to let it pass. He was probably just too high and forgot he was holding it.

You continue scrolling, anticipating a lazy bump of your shoulder so you can steal back your blunt. Until a large, looming figure waltzes its way in between you and the blunt stealer.

“Think you’ve had enough, huh? Why don’t you give it back to the lady?” He says as he has a seat next to you, taking the blunt out of the man’s hands. He had it for so long, it wasn’t even burning anymore. You appreciate the gesture and put the blunt between your lips, cursing a muffled ‘dammit’ after you realize your lighter is lost in the abyss. Either that or someone stole it.

Until the man beside you pulls a standard, black bic out of his tight jean pocket. His large hands engulf the lighter as he flicks the spark wheel, bringing the flame closer to your face so you can relight.

You pull a deep puff in, uttering a thank you before you pass it back to him. It’s only right he has some since he saved such a damsel in distress.

You had unknowingly been avoiding eye contact with him; it was a habit of yours when you smoked. After passing the blunt to him, you have a realization.

“I thought you were security,” you blurt out, immediately laughing at the word vomit you were trying to keep to yourself.

“Security?”

God, does he look good.

“Yeah, uh, w-when I came in you were posted up at the door like someone paid you to keep watch. L-Like a big guard dog,” you say, fumbling over your own words like you were paid to.

“You’re funny,” he admits, not knowing what else to say. He passes you back the blunt for the second time, to which you take happily.

God, do you look good.

“Uh, my names Toji by the way.”

“Oh, nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

You watch his eyes trail your body. You can’t help when you do the same. He was intoxicating to look at. He was so tall, had such a large frame, and looked like he could kill you so quickly. Which as much as you hate admitting, was something you liked in men. He had dark hair and a little scar on his lip.

“Watchya’ staring for, hun?”

You turn to pass the blunt to the girl next to you again, hoping he didn’t notice the redness in your cheeks.

“You were starin’ first,” you say, and he can’t help but agree.

“It’s hard not to.”

“What do you mean?”

He takes a moment before responding, giving you another chance to examine him. Your eyes meet his, and you are the first to break eye contact, not being able to stand your ground under his stare.

“You look really fuckin’ good,” he says with the upmost confidence, before he leaves to go to the kitchen. Giving you no time to respond.

He’s back shortly after with two fresh blunts. Instead of taking his seat again, he leans over the back of the couch, pressing his cheek to your hair before he tells you to ‘come smoke with me upstairs’. His voice so close to your ear, so low and so quiet, scared you. But you were truthfully desperate for dick, and he looked like he knew how to give it. Even if it didn’t go that far, the living room was getting far too loud anyways.

You follow suit, standing up from the couch with an ‘okay’ before he beckons you upstairs. The crowd is thicker now, and you have no clue where the upstairs are. You look back at him, signaling you are totally lost in this dank, dark house. He puts a hand on your waist to help guide you and you swear his fingers dug into your hip intentionally. He lets out a rough ‘move’ to some couple in front of you two blocking the stairs.

He finds an empty bedroom upstairs.

“Owner doesn’t care if we smoke in here, it’s some guest bedroom.”

What a hell of a guest bedroom, you think. The room is fully furnished including a couch, a tv, gaming equipment, and there’s an attached bathroom. This shit was better than your own room back home.

Toji leads you to the couch where he pats the spot beside him, motioning for you to join him. He already has one blunt affixed between his soft lips, giving you the other once you sit down.

He instinctively puts his arm around you, but leaves it there once he notices you don’t mind whatsoever.

“Sorry, just got too loud down there,” he admits before lighting his blunt.

You reach for the lighter, but he grabs your hand out of the air. He turns your face to his, cupping your jaw with his other hand. He brings his face closer to yours, sticking the end of his blunt to the tip of yours, waiting for you to pull to light your own.

God, did he look really fucking good.

You mutter another ‘thanks’ taking a deep inhale as you had so many times that night. You can’t help but focus your eyes anywhere other than his face, trying to keep your embarrassment at bay.

“You’re starin’ again, doll.”

“Can’t help it,” you admit sheepishly, “you look.. really good.”

“Is that so?” He says with a smirk, trying his hardest not to love watching you squirm.

You nod, to which he responds, “use your words, y/n,” and you think you could faint.

Surely you weren’t wrong in assuming he wanted you too, right? At this point you were high enough that the potential backfire of your next question was no where near present in your mind.

“Can you fuck me?”

He coughs, accidentally blowing a puff of smoke straight in your face. You must have taken him by surprise.

His answer to your question comes non-verbally, as he grabs your plush thighs to situate you on top of him. You can already feel how much he wants this through his pants. You gasp, taken aback by his forwardness.

“Oh I can, doll, I really can. You think you can handle all that, though?” He asks, putting the blunt back in his mouth so he can grab your hips and pull you onto his length. The sudden stimulation to your clit leaves you reeling as you try not to throw your head back in ecstasy.

“I won’t know unless I see it,” faking how confident you were appearing. Your only motivator in putting on this mask is to get the release you need so desperately. You throw in a ‘please’ to stress how urgent this was.

“Gotta’ learn how to be patient, brat” he says with a light laugh, reaching out his hand to take your blunt for the moment. He finds a nearby ashtray to sit them on for the time being.

He wastes no time pulling you into a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue in his attempt to devour you. You lean into the kiss, meeting your chest with his as you slowly roll your hips down onto his length. He grunts into your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth harshly.

He pulls away only to yank your shirt over you, his hands flying to cup your tits the second they’re free. He unlatches the clasp at the back of your bra while he trails sloppy kisses along your clavicle.

You can’t help but moan with every touch, each kiss, every roll of your hips. It had been so long since you’ve been touched like this and his ways with you were electrifying. Each touch left you wanting more and the lazy, rough rolling of your hips left his cock angry and weeping at the tip.

His lips latch to your nipple and suck, biting ever so slightly. You arch into him and he follows your movements, leaning back into the couch so you can really be on top of him, properly. He reached behind his head and grabs one of the blunts, praising god that it was still lit.

You were surprised that he wanted to continue smoking, and your movements stilled slightly.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” He asks, taking a brief inhale of the smoke and purposefully blowing it in your face. Shocked at his bravado, you continue the movements of your hips, already feeling close from the rough stimulation. But you can’t quite get there.

You place your hands underneath his shirt, running your cold hands up his taught stomach to his chest. Your right hand trails up to his nipple, and you can’t help but grab a handful of his tit, laughing as you do so. You expect him to get mad and maybe even call the whole thing off.

Instead, he laughs along with you to cover up a moan, passes you the blunt, and pulls his shirt over his head, ruffling his already disheveled hair.

“You gonna’ strip for me, pretty boy?” You ask, genuinely needing to feel him closer.

He laughs again, and you can tell the weed is hitting him hard. But you were right there with him, you think, puffing on the blunt for the nth time that night.

“Only if you do, brat,” he says before he’s already reaching to take off his belt. He pushes you back some, needing room to get those tight fucking pants off. Your eyes are glued to his pelvis, waiting to watch his cock spring free.

He leaves you hanging, only pulling his pants down slightly before he’s telling you to ‘get up’. You follow suit, trying your best to take your skirt off slowly in front of him. He pulls his pants fully off and is left splayed on the couch in nothing but his tight, black briefs, neck and chest all red and splotchy. Laid out like your own personal slut.

It takes everything in him not to make you ride his face then and there, but he wanted to watch you cum all on your own.

“The fuck are you waitin’ for?” He asks, noticing how lost in thought you were. He brings you back to reality with his sharp words and motions for you to take your seat back on his lap.

He mutters a ‘gimme’ that’ before he steals the blunt from you again.

He takes a puff, “make a mess on me, yeah?” and you can’t help but comply. You fully seat yourself back in his lap, nothing between you two but the thin fabric of your thong and his briefs. Having his thick jeans out of the way let you fully feel how hard, how big he was underneath you. You could feel a wet patch at the tip and you were so eager to get your mouth on him.

You pick up the pace as he ruts his hips up into yours, hard cock pressing over and over again into your clit. You were already so close before, and the lack of fabric was dizzying.

“T-Think I’m gonna’ cum, T-Toji,” you pant, handing him back the blunt so you can brace yourself on his muscular stomach. He’s moaning fully now, waiting to watch you come undone. He sticks the blunt between his teeth quickly before he grabs your thick, plush hips and pulls you into him at a merciless pace.

“Do it then, bitch,” and with that, you were finished. You feel your legs tremble and attempt to close as you release all you have on the man before you. Your movements attempt to still, but he keeps up his brutal pace, not allowing you a moment without stimulation.

“T-Toji, s’too much, p-please,” you beg, pulling away from him so you could have a break from the overstimulation.

He mocks you, “awww, poor baby can’t handle it, huh? Why don’t we give you a break then?” He asks and you hope this means what you think he’s implying. He pushes you off of him fully and seats himself with his back to the couch again. He looks down at his briefs, noting the wet spot you left.

“Coulda’ done better, I think,” he says before he leans back and puts one hand behind his head, obviously waiting for you. He still holds the blunt tightly in between his lips, and he looks so fucking perfect like that. Waiting for you to do your worst.

You get off the couch, dropping to your knees in between his long legs. You reach your manicured hands up to his shaft, palming him through his briefs. He stiffens as do you, as you try not to freak out at how big he felt already.

“Take ‘em off, brat,” he lets out, almost sounding… desperate?

“You sound like such a slut, ya’ know?” You say, unaware of the consequences this would have for you soon enough.

“Fuck you,” he spits before taking it upon himself to fully undress.

Your eyes widen, “Jesus Christ,” and he can’t help but laugh.

“I get that a lot,” he says, which you note sounds awfully close to something a slut would say. But you hold your tongue, for now.

He was so perfect. His dick was long, thick, and veiny. His balls were heavy and relaxed, and his cherry red tip was spilling precum. You were desperate for a taste.

You grab him at the base, diving in headfirst as you take his tip fully in your mouth and suck, hard. He grunts above you as he puffs on the blunt again.

You had no want to draw out this process longer than it already had been, so you start working your hand up and down his shaft, inching your head lower and lower.

The quickness of your movements left Toji in a state of shock as he tried his best to stifle his noises. He didn’t expect you to start fully giving him one of the best blowjobs he’s ever received, figuring you’d be too timid to reach halfway down the shaft by the time it was all over.

But here you were, nose buried in the black hair decorating his pelvis, swallowing around him like you were paid to.

Needing air, you pull off with a loud pop before asking him a question.

“What’s the matter? I can see you trying to keep quiet, ya’ know.”

He laughs, again.

“Sluts whine when they get their dick sucked by a pretty girl. But I’m not a sl- fuck,” he whines, not expecting you to continue so soon after you asked.

You were taking him almost fully now, in and out of your throat, relishing in the salty, bitter taste of his precum. He was leaking profusely, so unbelievably turned on by the sight of you taking him like a pro.

Managing to get some noise out of him only motivated you further as you now work both hands up and down his shaft, taking what you couldn’t cover with your hands in and out of your wet heat.

“Don’t chicken out now, doll. You wanna make me act like a slut, you’ve gotta.. fuck- earn it.” He says as he grabs a fistful of your hair, standing to his feet and it takes all you have to keep your balance.

Immediately, he’s thrusting in and out of your throat mercilessly. The sounds filling the room were so indecent and filthy. He still has the blunt glued to his lips, not even taking a hand up to remove it as he fucks your throat.

He’s using you like a toy, controlling your every movement as you take him deeper.

“Who’s the slut now?” He asks, muffled only slightly by the blunt. He must have done this before, you think.

He pulls you off of him harshly, bending down to see you nearly eye to eye.

“Didn’t I ask you a fuckin’ question?”

You nod, not realizing the mistake you just made. He grabs your face roughly, slapping your cheek with his other hand lightly, although with his strength it felt nothing of the sort. But you weren’t mad about it.

“And what the fuck -,” he starts, grabbing himself at his base, forcing his way back into your wet mouth, “- did I say about using your words?”

His eyes are glued to you, watching your eyes water as he tries not to come apart entirely after hearing you choke around him.

“Imma’ ask again. Who’s the slut?”

You attempt your best to answer with a muffled, unintelligible ‘me’.

“That’s- shit -what I fuckin’ thought,” he says, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept using you like this.

You grab his thighs, bracing yourself before you start to actively move with Toji, meeting his pelvis with your nose with each thrust. You try your best to hollow out your cheeks, wanting to hear some more of those little noises he wouldn’t dare let slip.

“God..dammit, woman,” he huffs, pulling you off of him regrettably, “gonna make me cum.”

He grabs you tightly by the arm, bringing you to your feet as he pulls the blunt from his mouth, kissing you once more before he takes care of you. Your mouth was so sloppy and wet from the abuse and he truly couldn’t give less of a fuck. All you could taste from his mouth was smoke.

His blunt was nearly finished now, so he snuffs it out in the ashtray before he commands you to lay back down on the couch. He grabs the other, fresher blunt, and relights it, handing it over to you.

“We gonna’ smoke the whole time we’re doing this?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Don’t see why not. Can’t let good weed go to waste,” he says before he’s towering over you, planting wet kisses on your stomach and waistband. You still don’t know if you were even ready to cum again, but it seems like you have no choice.

He lands a particularly sloppy kiss on your mound, tasting you through your panties as your hips impulsively buck into his mouth.

“Be patient, doll,” he reprimands.

He crooks one finger underneath your panties, opting to push them to the side instead of pulling them off fully, which he felt was quite fitting for a slut such as yourself.

“You’ve got a pretty pussy, ya’ know that?” he says, leaving you no time to respond before his lips connect with you, wet tongue exploring every inch he can reach.

You whine, bucking your hips up into him again. He takes one hand to hold both of your hips down, ensuring you can’t squirm anymore.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, doll,” he mutters quickly, not wanting to waste any more time not latched to your sweet pussy.

He begins to suck on your clit, earning a loud whine from you. You feel a protrusion at your hole as he slowly enters two fingers into you. The stretch burns, but the feeling was quickly replaced with pleasure when he immediately curls his fingers up into your spot. You wouldn’t last long at this rate.

“Y-You’re realllyyy.. good, fuck,” you manage, to which he responds with a long, drawn out ‘mhmm,’ knowing the vibrations would drive you mad. He’s now bobbing his head, fully lost in your sex as he brings you closer to your second orgasm. He’s fully thrusting into you, preparing you for the stretch his dick will bring. The blunt was nearly forgotten at this point, hanging over the back of the couch along with both your hands. You were lost in the ecstasy of the moment until he takes his hand and pushes down on your lower stomach, increasing the sensation of his fingers deep within you.

He pulls off of you for just a moment to say, “gonna feel me all in here, aren’t ya’?” He inserts a third finger and curls that one all the same as the rest, sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue as you chant whines of ‘Toji, Toji, Toji’. With one final thrust, you’re releasing onto his fingers, attempting to clamp your legs shut to no avail.

“Uh-uh, pretty girl. Hah, gotta’ clean you up first,” he says as he pulls out all three fingers, replacing them with his tongue. You catch him reaching down to his length, fisting his angry, red tip in his hand as he finishes the job. He did as he promised, lapping up every last drop of your cum like the filthy dog he was, all the while groaning into your pussy. He finishes cleaning you dutifully, opting to leave your panties on, telling you how good they looked on you.

You take another drag and ask, “you want this back?” reaching out to him to hand over the blunt. He grabs it quickly after he wipes his mouth with the palm of his hand, and through the smoke and haze, you think you see him lick his palm clean, just like he did you. What a slut.

“Turn over f’me, baby,” he asks, not giving you time to respond before he’s manhandling you on the couch, flipping you over as he pulls your ass impossibly high into the air. He pushes your panties to the side, rubbing his cock over your puffy pussy as you try not to pull away from how sensitive you still were.

“Let’s see juuuust how deep I can go, yeah?” He says before he’s pushing his fat head into you without warning. You let out a loud ‘fuuuck’ as he enters you slowly from behind. His lips are sealed, still trying desperately to keep his pitiful noises to himself. He takes a drag of the blunt before he puts it in between his pointer and middle finger. He needs his hands free so he can spread you open, loving how your tight hole swallows him entirely.

“Look-,” he slowly thrusts into you, covering half of his cock in your slick.

He pulls entirely out, “-at-,”

Then back in again, “-that,” he finishes, before continuing his painfully slow pace. Although he’d never admit it, he had to keep himself from cumming too early. Having you at his will, totally spread for him, taking his dick so well was becoming too much for him.

He picks up speed, still not entering you fully. The blunt is replaced between his lips yet again as he grabs your waist, slamming you down onto his cock over and over again.

“T-Toji, more, p-please,” you manage, needing to feel him entirely.

He continues his pace, much to your dismay. “You’re gonna’ take what I give ya’ and you’re gonna shut the fuck up about it,” he says, enunciating his words with each thrust.

Taking matters into your own hands, you start meeting his thrusts, desperately trying to make him move faster. Fortunately for you, he likes watching you put on a show.

You whine as he stops thrusting, looking back to see him staying still on purpose, taking a long drag from the blunt and ashing it on the floor beside him while he waits for you to continue.

“You wanna’ get fucked harder, mama? Prove it, hah,” he chuckles, slapping your ass while he waits for you to move. You comply, slamming your hips towards his, hard, knocking the wind out of both of you as he finally seats himself balls deep into your cunt. You continue your movements, pulling your hips up and almost entirely off of him, just to slam back all the way down.

“S’ fucking messy, baby, goddamn,” he pants, not knowing how much longer he can keep up the tough guy act while you’re brutally sucking him in and out of your snug cunt.

The pace you’re at now is bringing you closer to your third orgasm of the night, but that won’t do. Toji pulls out of you fully, throwing you back down onto the couch so you can face him.

“Wanna’ see that pretty face when you cum, slut,” he adds, handing you the blunt again, “see if you can keep this in your mouth and I might let you cum again.”

You obey, sticking the blunt between your teeth as you wait to be fucked, properly this time. He rips off your ruined panties, discarding them onto the floor beneath you. He grabs both of your legs with one hand behind your knee, pushing them up close to your chest so he can marvel at how incredible you look, so wet and willing for him.

He lines himself up again, wasting no time to increase the pace he had set earlier. Your instinct was to take the blunt out of your mouth so you could moan freely, but the second he sees your hand move, they’re both pinned above your head.

“What’d I tell you, huh? Wanna cum or not?” He says as he gives you all of his inches, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he absolutely abuses your poor cunt.

You let out a muffled ‘mhmm!’, eyes wide and pleading for him to let you finish.

“Such a greedy..mmph - fuckin’ cunt, yeah? Bet you feel me in your tummy now d-don’t you, mama?”

And truth be told, you did. Every thrust he was pounding your cervix, desperate to break through to fit that last inch in fully. Toji was becoming more vocal, letting out huffs and groans each time he entered your warm, sloppy hole.

“I feel it now, baby, hah. Lil’ pussy’s boutta’ snap my dick in half,” and goddamn was he good. You were due to cum any second now, focusing solely on how sinfully he kept hitting your spot, over and over again.

“Cum for me, doll. Right fuckin’ now, cum on this dick,” and before he can finish, you’re spasming underneath him as you somehow manage to keep the blunt tightly between your teeth. Smoke is billowing from your nose and mouth now, and every breath you take brightens the cherry red end of your blunt.

“Thaaaat’s it, such a nasty slut f’me,” and you nod, knowing he’s read you all too well.

You hand him back the blunt and he finally puts it out in the ash tray, wanting to focus his sole attention on you.

“T-Toji?”

He grunts out a ‘hm?’ as he drags your hips impossibly close to him, tossing each of your legs over his shoulders.

“C-Can you give it to me, hard? P-Please, baby. Wanna feel all of you,” you admit before grabbing him by the neck, pulling him into another heated kiss.

“Ya’ sure? Dunno’ if you can handle all that, pretty girl,” and your answer comes in the form of action. You reach down in between your legs, rubbing yourself lightly before you bring it to his cock, rubbing his shaft with your juices. You line him up and try your best to pull him into you.

He smirks, leaning down to put his forearms on either side of your head, stretching your legs impossibly far.

“Please,” you mutter, scared he might fully break you, but the need to feel him as deep as you can take supersedes that.

“I might fuckin’ break you,” is the last thing he says before he’s thrusting fully into you, pushing against your cervix, and he starts at a pace that has you seeing stars. No more games, no more going easy on you. He was fully intent on fucking you within an inch of your life. He just had to make sure you could really take him before he started fucking you like the animal he was.

This is what really sends him. Losing all control, fucking you as he was made to: primally.

He starts grunting, then moaning, and then full on whining. With nearly every thrust, he was spewing obscenities or whining your name.

“Take - fuuuck, baby - take all those fuckin’… inches,” as if you weren’t already. He expects no response from you as you were practically drooling underneath him. You could form no coherent thoughts, no words, just noises. Sinful, filthy noises that made Toji feel drunk.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ deep f’me,” he spits, sweat daring to drip from his forehead, “such a good fuckin’ slut.”

You were so close although you weren’t sure if you could cum anymore that night. You kept teetering on the edge, begging to fall, but you couldn’t quite get there.

Until you’re finally able to come to your senses long enough to speak.

“I-I’m the.. slut?” You ask with a strained laugh, waiting to see just what he does with you now.

He laughs too, after he’s grabbed you by the throat, not forgetting to move his other hand down towards your clit.

“Can you f-fuckin’ blame me, doll?” He asks, somehow quickening the brutal snap of his hips.

You feel your core tighten, “You make me s-so pussy drunk, mama,” he confesses, too far deep to care if you thought he was a slut or not. He knew deep down he was nothing but a man whore. But he tried to keep that fact about himself under wraps. Everything about you, though, was bringing it all to the surface.

“Cum f’me, one more time, baby. ‘Know you can,” is all he can manage to say before he’s a grunting, sweaty mess above you. His fingers toy with your clit and his cock is hitting you too deep, filling your walls to the brim.

“Not gonna last, p-please fuckin cum, doll,” he begs, needing to watch you come apart up close and personal.

You feel the coil in your stomach snap and you reach around his back, digging your nails in the soft skin you find for leverage. You go mute, unable to process anything other than your orgasm hitting you like a truck. Your back is fully arched off of the couch, making your entrance even tighter, and Toji can’t take it. You grab him harshly, pulling him even closer to your face.

“Inside me, Toji,” you whisper and he fully loses it. His hips still before he spills his seed deep inside you, pitiful chants of your name the only thing he dare let leave his lips. He grabs the base of his cock, slowly stroking up to where he’s still buried in you before he pulls out, cursing at the overstimulation.

“Holy shit,” he sighs, standing to his feet to find a towel. He comes back from the bathroom, tossing you the towel so you can clean up.

As he lights up the rest of his measly blunt, he has but one more question to ask: “you hungry?”

hehehehehe

@theobsidianempress @scorpiosugar @voloslobotomyservice @lostsoul526 @shhreya @placxdbaby @iminurwallsgege @slvttyplum @bluejayreadsanddreams @iheartsuya @sebastiansssmasterrr @nekodasu222 @batladss @nahmoon

[freimeka]

am i the only one who's about to explode by thinking of a bodyguard ghost??? like he's... extremely on another level please help me !! i actually hate this and might delete this pls forgive any mistakes ans typos it's 3am . i feel like i forgot some tws and tags but oh well idc

★ obv bodyguard!ghost + pwp + just unholy thoughts + descriptions of masturbating + very brief mention of idk just a heated argument + ghost is kinda voyeur here

You have no idea how the two of you ended up like this. You clearly remember that you were screaming at Ghost's face. The reason was something completely dumb...like, he probably insulted one of your friends and you just exploded. You've been feeling on the edge because of him for the last week now—you cannot even count the times that your hand, completely out of your control, has traveled down on your body once you were alone to touch yourself.

As you think of him.

That fucker.

Ghost can easily get under your skin without even trying, it's like a love-hate relationship. You've known him for many long years—he has always been right there, next to you whenever you turn your head around to see him. He's protected you, spoiled you maybe even more than your parents did. Well, there have also been countless times that he annoyed you so much that you just wanted to slap him across his face but you just let them pass. You're used to Ghost, and he's used to you.

You should be mad at him now, your body should be on fire just by how angry you're at him but... your hand keeps traveling down on your body. You get comfortable on your bed, letting your body meet with the soft mattress as your legs immediately spread apart as if on autopilot mode. One of your hands easily travels underneath your shirt to touch your perked nipples, your fingertips pinching them just to feel a bit more. Your other hand slips past your soaked panties, and you realize that you're embarrassingly wet—with every move of your fingers you can hear a slick sound that's faint, yet loud enough to echo in your empty room.

You throw your head back when your trembling fingers start to rub circles against your clit, gathering the wetness and spreading it all over to make it easier for you to move your fingers in circles. Your eyes are shut, and you feel yourself taking short and erratic breaths as your fingers keep rubbing circles. No matter how you do or what you do, the mere idea of being stretched by Ghost's cock just doesn't leave your mind. Your fingers don't feel thick enough, they don't reach the parts that you want them to reach—and that's getting frustrating. You're usually so careful about being quiet in order not to get caught, but the feeling is overwhelming; you think that you might cry. That's why a soft, yet a bit louder than ever whine falls from your lips. You don't think that it's dangerous because everyone except Ghost is outside, your parents work long hours and that's why Ghost has become a babysitter as well as a bodyguard—that's what he says, but you know that he's trying to annoy you.

Since you two have argued like fifteen minutes ago, and his mad and hoarse voice somehow made you wet, Ghost must be outside on the balcony. He's probably smoking.

Right?

You feel your bed being crushed down under someone else's weight, and you want to open your eyes but the scent is all too familiar. And you feel like you're about to explode from embarrassment. Ghost rests his hands on your bare thighs, his fingers grazing the soft skin with such gentleness that you struggle to hold back a whimper. It's a small touch— it's obvious that he's testing the waters first.

"You're making it hard to be around you," you hear him whispering, his voice is dangerously low. You finally decide to open your eyes, to see him without his damn mask and he's already looking up at you. However, he breaks the eye contact as soon as you look back at him—he's now looking at your thighs, his lips touch your inner thigh as he speaks. "But you're also making it hard not to be around you."

You can't believe he's admitting it.

"Please—Ghost, I—," you barely whisper, your voice is shaky as your fingertips burn to feel Ghost's soft hair. "I'm... I just," it's impossible for you to explain yourself, but then again you don't have to do it since everything's pretty clear. Ghost is breathing so heavily against the skin of your inner thigh, and he's not done—for fuck's sakez he's not even started yet. Ghost's hands skillfully reach down to your sides, and he drags you against him to make you feel just how much he wants you. You hear the sounds of fabric as your body is pulled down on the bed, you're almost at the edge of the bed now while Ghost is kneeling down in front of you. He doesn't speak for a while, and you feel yourself get even more stressed. It's obvious that he has no problems with what you've been doing, but damn it, say something.

"You're perfect," he hisses, he sounds almost out of breath as he whispers against your skin. You feel him pulling your panties up, letting the already soaked fabric cover your wet pussy again. "You're so perfect."

And that's probably all you need to hear, you're way too gone, too overwhelmed to care about the consequences. You can worry about them later, but you know that this is mutual, and he wants you as much as you want him. He kisses you, it's a gentle peck on the lips first. But then, he gets harder and harder, pushing you back against the bed and holding onto your hips tighter— and you realize that he's making you think about only how badly you want him inside you. The way his big, calloused hands are touching your bare thighs, the way his kisses are getting more and more intense... He's getting you to feel hot enough to make you melt in his presence.

"I was waiting for the fun part to come," he breathes out, "But you take damn too long."

There's a moment of silence.

"I can help you with that."

You make a sound like a whine, like a soft cry of pleasure—all of those anxious thoughts that say you've embarrassed yourself are gone in a minute. Your body aches, you can feel your heartbeat getting faster just by the thought of Ghost finally filling you up to the brim.

He leans in, his broad shoulders are enough to make you disappear under his body as he presses his lips against yours desperately. There's something almost feral in the way he kisses you, as if he's even more impatient than you are. As if he's been waiting for this to happen for a long time.

Ghost's breath grows more and more desperate as the two of you kiss; his tongue licking into your mouth as your teeth bite into his bottom lip, your bodies are pressed against each other as much as they can. The feeling of him rubbing circles against your clit through the fabric of your panties drives you crazy and you feel your breath being stolen from your lungs. You need to feel him, somehow; it doesn't matter if he pushes his fingers or decides that he can pound into you, you just need him. Not through the damn panties, you need to get rid of them.

He's kissing you fiercely now, his tongue tasting your lips and then sliding inside your mouth greedily. His hands are working on your trembling body, touching your pussy through the fabric; you feel like crying, he should take it off.

"This feels so good," Ghost says, his voice is deep and it feels like he's speaking in your head. "Doesn't it? Don't you think that I can do a better job of filling up that cunt?" Ghost asks, and you know that he's taunting you—but you can't stay under that now, can you?

"Take them off," you breathlessly whimper, it's something like both a beg and a demand—Ghost can take whatever suits him. "Please, just take them off."

Ghost lets out a groan, and it's clear that hearing what you just ask him to do is driving him insane. If he was desperate to kiss you before, he's desperate to make you bury your face into the damn pillow and pound into you until your pussy remembers the shape of his dick.

"You're so wet," he chuckles deep in his throat, staring down at you for a moment as if he's trying to gather himself before he gives you what you want.

"I should keep your panties with me, you know," he lets out a deep sigh as his fingers hook around your panties and pull them down slowly but surely. As he keeps talking to you, his voice lowers. "You're not the only desperate one here."

He finally pushes a finger in, letting your walls stretch slightly to the feeling of his thick index finger—but you still feel like that's not thick enough. You're greedy when it comes to him. Your moans turn into whines as he adds the second, and the thirs finger without any prior warning. He's moving his hand quite fast now, causing your legs to tremble as your fingers wrap around his thick biceps—all you can do is cry out, whines and whimpers and string of curses fall from your lips as Ghost toys with you. Your body tenses up when his hand starts to move a bit faster, his fingers curling inside you until he finds a spot that will have you begging for more. He succeeds, and it causes your walls to get tighter around his fingers.

"Do that again for me," he mumbles against your mouth, breathlessly. "Do that again for me when I'm inside you, baby."

"It would be such a disgrace if I never tried to make you feel good," he whispers. His breath is hot against your neck. "But look at you... what happened to that fierce girl? All I'm seeing is an obedient little girl, my sweet girl, who's already getting dumb without being filled up properly."

"Oh, I hate you," you reply, your voice is low and filled with desperation as you wet your lips with your tongue. The more Ghost makes you wait, the more you feel like crying.

"Of course, you do," he replies, his voice is full of sarcasm. "That's why you're dying to get your pussy filled by me, correct? You're lucky that you're not the only one who does this," as Ghost speaks, you feel him moving around—and soon after the sound of his belt coming undone is heard. He doesn't even bother to get rid of his clothes properly, he just pushes his trousers down before he pushes your shirt above just a bit to indicate that he wants you to take it off.

Who are you to say no?

Your trembling fingers grab the hem of your t-shirt and you take it off with one swift motion, letting the piece of clothing fall to the floor.

You're way beyond gone at this point, your mind is empty, so no words come out from your mouth. You feel Ghost pulling you closer to himself on the bed. He's resting his knees on the edge of the bed as leverage while holding you by your thighs and making you spread your legs as much as you can. He's always wanted to touch you, fill you up, and the way you're looking at him through your heavy-lidded eyes is making it even harder for him to resist you.

"You know," he murmurs, "I would imagine us all over the place— my room, the backseat of cars or a damn parking lot, some closet, bending you over any surface that I find as soon as we step back in the house." His voice is thick with lust, it's like he's ready to devour you, consume you until there's nothing left of you. "I imagined you in my lap, your legs open for me, and..."

Ghost doesn't finish his sentence and instead, he finally gives you what you've been craving all along. He's big and thick, and the moment you feel the tip of his cock pushing inside you let out a soft yelp—Ghost is slow until he's fully in you, and just as you think that he'll give you some time to adjust to his size, he mercilessly thrusting. Sharp and powerful, almost abusing your cunt as his big hands spread your pussy even more just for his hungry gaze.

"I always felt like I was going to explode." You can hear him grunting, letting out low and deep sounds of pleasure as he mercilessly fucks into you. Your body moves up and down on the bed, putting on a show for Ghost that'll just drive him insane with how you look. He leans in, and his tongue licks hot stripes all over your chest before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicks around it, his teeth gently and teasingly bite into it just to see your reaction. Every time you're slightly overwhelmed and sensitive, your walls clamp around his cock, making Ghost let out a string of curses as his grip on you tightens more and more.

He wraps his arms around your waist, gently rolling over to let you lie on top of him—his body presses into the mattress. You find yourself sitting on top of his body, his arms wrapped around you and his face in between your breasts. "Ride me," he whispers. "I wanna come inside you like this," and he's so, so cruel—how can he talk to you like that when he knows you're so, so, so sensitive. You whine, your arms tightly wrap around his neck as you start to do as you're told; but you're so close, so, so, so close that your movements become sloppier and messier.

"Can't," you gulp. "I can't, Ghost—," your words are breathless and low, your vision is blurry as you come all over his cock without even having the chance of letting him know. But that's Ghost, and Ghost knows you very well. He knows you better than you know yourself. "Yes, sweetheart," he whispers against your chest. "Go ahead, show me how you do it. I promise I'll make you feel even better than this."

[crucifiedfaerie]

Nicotine Stains Pt. 1 ༉₊˚✧

Modern!Kylo x Fem!Reader AU

➴ Summary: Your older brother's best friend seems to have everyone fooled. Everyone but you, that is.

➴ Part Two

➴ Word Count: 5k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, slowburn, modern!delinquent!kylo au, virgin!reader, drug use, smoking, swearing, kylo breaking traffic laws for some pussy, kylo is a pretentious prick, why is kylo lowkey midwestern emo in this, mutual pining, finn my beloved is mentioned, some angst, fluff, SMUT (protected PiV sex, again reader is a virgin, fingering, a little scratching, slow n gentle sex, softdom!kylo, consent king !!, praise kink, pet names), typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: this may or may not be the most pretentious thing ive ever written but idc. also i want to give a special thank you and shout out to my beautiful mutual liv @enviedear for this idea! she totally helped me flesh out the modern!delinquent!kylo character and this fic would not exist without her. <;3 (also reader is NOT me bc if kylo ren played slipknot for me in his 1969 charger i'd fold immediately)

You sat at your desk, studying for your upcoming midterms and nervously chewing on the inside of your mouth. Mathematics had never been your strong suit and despite only being a month and a half into the semester, your calculus class was stressing you out to no end. The rhythmic ticking of your clock was not helping in the slightest, so you reached for your headphones.

This class is taking years off of my life for sure.

As you looked for a good playlist, you heard your bedroom window open behind you. You yelped, turning in your chair to face your window. Your panic died when you realized it was only Kylo, your older brother's friend.

Once he was finally inside, he shut your window before standing up straight. Kylo was probably the tallest person you knew, almost touching the low ceiling of your bedroom. You couldn't deny how your stomach did flips when you were stood next to him, not to mention he was absolutely fucking beautiful. Kylo's features looked like they were carved from marble and his long, dark hair always fell perfectly around his face. If he weren't so goddamn annoying, you'd like him a lot more.

You groaned. "When are you gonna stop coming in through my window you asshole?"

"It isn't my fault your window is the most accessible and the lock is broken." He smirked.

Your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. "The least you could do is knock, what if I like... had a guy over or something?"

Kylo laughed, walking over to you. He turned you in your desk chair to face your computer and pushed it in, before leaning down over your shoulder to look at your screen. "I think we both know that doesn't happen, kid." He jabbed before making his way to your door.

Your face felt hot, his audacity never failed to make you seethe. And his choice of nickname for you only made you madder. You turned to glare at him. "You fucker- I- you're only like 3 years older than me!??"

You heard him laugh as he walked out of your room and down the hallway.

What made it worse was that it seemed he had everyone in your family fooled. Kylo acted like an absolute angel in front of your mother, and it pissed you off to no end. When he would come over for dinner, he always insisted on helping her with the dishes. He would make conversation with her, crack jokes, go the whole nine yards as if he weren't a college dropout and also doing drugs with her son on the side.

Your mom, being the stereotypical Christian, midwestern mother that she is, would always say things along the lines of "Oh Kylo, you're such a sweet boy. It amazes me that someone like you listens to such angry music." He would just blush and laugh it off.

Kylo drove a black 1969 Dodge Charger R/T that he would pull up to your house in, blasting the loudest possible music. Your dad loved him, and they would always talk cars when they got the chance. The first time you came home and saw your dad helping Kylo change his oil, you thought you had died and gone to hell. You just stared as Kylo smirked at you. That stupid, evil smirk you were so used to seeing.

They can't possibly be serious?? How do they not see how much of a jerk he is?

You however, he was much different with. Any chance Kylo got to annoy you, he would do it. He frequently stood outside your door for god knows how long, just waiting for you to come out so he could scare you. You would jump and yell expletives at him before weakly punching him in the shoulder. He and your brother would just laugh, thinking it was funniest thing in the world.

You sighed, staring at your computer screen. You were over studying for the night. You shut your door, before turning off the light and getting into bed. You tried to sleep, but couldn't. The stress of college was slowly suffocating you but despite that, you couldn't seem to get Kylo out of your head.

Sure, you have had a slight crush on him since you were in middle school, I mean who wouldn't? Look at him. But it didn't mean anything, the feeling was almost certainly not mutual and he was still the biggest asshole you'd ever met.

God I fucking hate him... I mean I don't, but I do.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping at your door. Your brow furrowed. "Yeah?"

Kylo opened your door slowly, making sure it didn't creak as he closed it behind him. "What are you still doing awake, its 3am. Don't you have classes tomorrow?" He whispered, fumbling with your window.

You rolled your eyes, still staring at the ceiling. "Yeah. What do you care?"

He smirked slightly, swinging one leg out the window before looking at you. "Finn asked me to pick you up tomorrow. What time are you off?"

Fucking fantastic.

"Oh, great." You said sarcastically. "2:30pm. The math and science building."

He ducked through the open window, and stuck his head back inside your room to look at you. "See you at 2:30 then." He smirked, before exiting again and shutting your window, leaving you in the dark.

I am not looking forward to tomorrow.

The following afternoon, you sat in your calculus class zoning out and unable to keep your mind off Kylo. You would never admit it, not even to yourself, but you were definitely daydreaming. You were thinking about how soft his hair always looks and how it might feel to run your fingers through it.

You didn't realize your professor had called on you until he said your name for a second time, repeating his question. You sat up straight before looking down, your eyes scanning your paper. "Oh um- the answer is... x equals three fourths." Your face felt warm.

"That's correct. Lets try to be more focused, though." Your professor sighed, before continuing his lecture. You nodded quickly, looking down at your paper.

As you walked to the parking lot, your palms felt sweaty. You'd been in Kylo's car only a couple times before and it was a long time ago. The recent nagging thoughts you had been having about him didn't quell your nervousness either. You spotted his car quickly, and made your way to the passenger side.

When you opened the door, his music blared so loud, you thought his speakers might blow out. You sat your bag on the floor of his car before getting in and shutting the door.

Kylo was smirking when you turned to glare at him. You reached over and turned the dial down halfway and he laughed.

"Too loud for you princess?" He said sarcastically, leaning over to look behind him as he backed out of the parking lot.

You rolled your eyes and buckled your seatbelt, smoothing out your skirt with your hands. "Too loud for most people. Can I play something?"

Kylo scoffed, that stupid smirk still on his face. "Fuck no, you can't play your music in my car."

"Whatever." You crossed your arms, staring straight ahead.

After a few minutes of silence, Kylo finally spoke. "Have you heard of Slipknot?" He asked, nodding his head towards the radio and tapping his long fingers on the steering wheel to the music.

You scoffed, turning your head to face him. "Yes I've heard of Slipknot, you loser... It's just not really my thing. Kind of scary sounding... its just screaming mostly."

He laughed loudly at your last comment. "Scary? Aw, now that's cute. I bet you listen to Lana Del Rey or some shit like that." Kylo said sarcastically, putting a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took a drag from it before offering it to you.

You rolled your eyes at him before taking it. Your fingers brushed against his, sending a shiver down your spine. You took a drag off of it before speaking. "Lana Del Rey makes really good music." Despite facing the window, you felt his eyes on you the whole time.

"Oh so I was right?" He grinned, staring at the road now. "I just said the first girly thing that came to mind... And when did you start smoking? I'm gonna tell your mom." He laughed.

You attempted to hide the smile that played at the corners of your mouth. "I'll be sure to tell her you supplied me with them... and yeah I like Lana. She sings about real shit." You took another drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the window.

Kylo scoffed at you again, motioning to the radio. "And you don't think bands like this do?... This song is called Metabolic, its about the lead singer's absent father and how he fears he will become just like him. They sing about real shit too, it isn't just screaming."

You shrugged, taking another hit before handing the cigarette back to him as he pulled into your driveway. "I never said they didn't, I'm just not super into this type of music."

He glared at you as you grabbed your bag, cigarette dangling from his mouth. You got out of his car, and shut the door behind you. "Thanks for the ride, Kylo" You said through gritted teeth.

I can't believe I'm telling this man thank you.

"No problem." He looked like he wanted to say something else but he stopped himself.

You nodded, before heading to your door. You noticed that he had watched you and waited for you to get inside your house before pulling away.

"How nice of Kylo for driving you home. What a sweet boy." Your mom smiled as you came through the door. "I wish he wouldn't smoke though, you smell like cigarettes."

"Yeah, he's cool." You sigh as you walk up the stairs, making your way to your room before shutting your bedroom door behind you.

You sit at your desk and open your laptop to get started on some homework. Before you start, you grab your headphones and open your phone, deciding to give Kylo's music taste another try. As you do your calculus homework, you find yourself tapping your foot to the music.

The following day, you waited outside for Finn to pick you up from class. You had waited 30 minutes before deciding to call him and he didn't pick up a single one of your several calls.

That fucker. He just left me here.

You huffed before opening your phone again in defeat, pressing on Kylo's contact.

"Yeah?" He sounded like had been sleeping. Your face felt hot from just the sound of his voice.

"I um- Finn left me here and I uh... don't have anyone to pick me up... Can you please come get me?" It felt so foreign asking Kylo for literally anything.

"Yeah I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He said. You noticed that he sounded much more alert, and you heard him shuffling in the background.

"Okay thanks... Uh- bye." You hung up, sitting down on the curb.

It wasn't even seven minutes before Kylo turned into the parking lot and pulled up next to you.

You opened the door, throwing your bag on the floor and getting in. "Jesus Christ, man?? How many traffic laws did you break getting here?" You smirked as you buckled your seatbelt.

Kylo laughed. "If you drove, and owned a car like this, you'd speed too." You couldn't help but notice the light pink that spread across his cheeks at your comment.

He handed you your own cigarette this time, and you placed it in your mouth. You went to reach for the lighter but he beat you to it.

"Allow me." Kylo said before raising the flame up to the end of your cigarette. You inhale, watching it ignite. You caught his gaze for a moment and felt the butterflies return, quickly averting your eyes and taking the cigarette between your fingers to turn and exhale out of his window. Kylo cleared his throat and looked ahead before lighting his own and pulling away.

You both listened to his music in silence for a few minutes. As you fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, you recognized the song playing and began to mouth the lyrics.

I am my father's son 'cause he's a phantom, a mystery, and that leaves me nothing.

How many times have you wanted to die?

It's too late for me, all you have to do is get rid of me.

You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes.

Kylo's eyes darted over to you a few times, and he laughed. "There is no way- are you fucking singing along to Slipknot right now?! I thought this shit scared you, kid?" The look on his face was filled with shock and amusement.

"It's a catchy song. I don't know... Stop calling me that asshole!" You could feel the deep blush creeping across your face.

"No, No." He wasn't letting this go. "I didn't play this CD in the car yesterday, did you seriously go home and listen to it?" Between that and how embarrassed you looked from him pointing it out, Kylo could not contain the smile of pure amusement on his face.

"I don't know- Maybe." You looked out of the window, not facing him. You wanted nothing more than to die in that moment.

He was loving this too much. "Fucking obsessed with me, aren't ya? Listening to my songs and shit." Kylo teased.

You turned to glare at him. "I- No! Shut the fuck up." You gripped the fabric of your skirt and took a final drag of your cigarette before tossing it out of the window.

He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled into the driveway. "I'm only fucking with you."

"That's all you ever seem to do. Thanks for the ride I guess." You muttered as you got out of his car, slamming the door before walking to your house. As you walked away, you caught a glimpse of the look of disappointment and guilt on Kylo's face.

Fucking asshole. So unbelievable.

Kylo stayed in your driveway for a minute, debating on whether he should knock on your door to say something to you, but he ultimately decided against it and drove away.

That night, you laid in bed staring at your ceiling once again, head filled with thoughts of that stupid fucking beautiful asshole.

I don't understand him. He does nice shit for me sometimes, but then all he does is make fun of me?

And even after all of that, all you could think about was that stupid cigarette dangling from his lips and how hot he looked. Your mind wandered to how Kylo would lean closer to you, his hand resting on the back of your headrest while reversing. How he nodded his head and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the music. How close his face was to yours when he insisted on lighting your cigarette for you.

God! I'm such an idiot. I cant stand him or myself for that matter.

You heard a few taps on your window and your brow furrowed. You rolled out of bed, walking to your window before opening it. You were met with Kylo's dark eyes staring back at you.

Your eyes narrowed at him. "What a gentleman, thank you for knocking this time..." You said sardonically. "But Finn is asleep I think."

"Had to make sure you didn't have a guy over." He teased. "But I'm not here for him... you wanna smoke?" He grinned at you, holding up a neatly rolled joint.

You laughed nervously. "I've never smoked weed before Kylo, I don't know..."

"Of course you haven't... It'll be fine, I'm not asking you to smoke the whole goddamn thing." He smirked, offering his hand for you to take.

You sighed before taking Kylo's hand and ducking out of your window. The cold, October air sent goosebumps across your exposed arms and legs. He led you to a flat part of your roof and the both of you sat down together.

You watched as he placed the joint in his mouth and lit it, taking a couple hits before handing it to you.

You inhaled, noticing how it burned a little more than a cigarette does. You coughed slightly, which caused Kylo to chuckle, and you glared at him as you handed the joint back to him.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad earlier." He smirked, taking another hit.

You scoffed. "You just fuck with me too much. You always have."

Kylo sighed. "I only do it because your reactions are so fun... I didn't think about how it might make you feel." He paused. "And besides, I think its cute that you listened to my music all on your own, for the fun of it."

You blushed, hoping that the darkness would conceal the pink creeping across your face. "It's fine. I'm so used to your games by now." You laughed, shivering slightly.

Kylo placed the joint between his lips before slipping his dark jacket off and draping it around your shoulders. It felt so warm and was about three sizes too big for you. You laughed nervously, looking down. "Thank you."

He nodded, gazing down at you as he handed you the joint.

As the two of you sat in silence for a minute, the weed had already begun to take its toll on you. Everything seemed funny to you and as you looked up at the stars, you laughed softly at nothing.

Kylo smiled at you. "What's so funny, kid? Already high from two baby hits?" He teased. "This isn't even my strongest shit."

"You're such an idiot." You laughed at him, shaking your head.

The next hour was spent laughing about anything and everything. The two of you made fun of your brother, talked about college and how both of you agree calculus fucking sucks, and the two of you shared some other artists you liked with each other.

"I can't believe I clocked you so easily with Lana fucking Del Rey. I honest to god said that as a joke." Kylo laughed.

"Hey, she makes good music. Please let me make you listen to her the next time we're in the car, please." You playfully begged.

He sighed, feigning defeat. "Fine but only like two songs max... so you better make them good." Kylo smirked as he flicked the roach off the roof.

You weren't sure if it was the weed in your system, but something was giving you a slight newfound confidence to speak more freely. You sighed. "You're always spot on about me though... I am kind of lame. I always had this idea in my head that you and Finn were the ones who were losers... but in reality I am."

Kylo looked at you, puzzled. "I never thought you were a loser... I poke fun at you, sure, but I admire your intelligence... and how introverted you always are." He laughed, playfully pushing your shoulder.

You laughed nervously. "No, I mean... I don't go out and do anything fun the way you do. I don't loosen up, I don't hang out with people, I definitely never have guys over..." You laughed again, trailing off. "I mean my god I've never even kissed anyone."

He stared at you, his eyes scanning your face as if he were debating something. "You've got to be fucking with me right now. A pretty thing like you has surely got to have boys lined up and down the street."

You laughed at his comment, blushing. "If they are, I surely don't pay attention. No one talks to me at school." You stared at your lap, fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket.

You felt his cold fingertips touch your jaw, lifting your chin to look up at him. Before you could say anything, Kylo leaned in quickly and kissed you. You felt like a live wire, as if lightning bolts were shooting through your entire body. His kiss was urgent, yet gentle, and he held your face in his hands so tenderly.

When he pulled away, his eyes met yours and you both smiled nervously at each other. You noticed him shiver slightly. "Do you wanna... maybe go inside? It's warmer in there." You said shyly.

Kylo smirked at you. "Are you inviting a guy into your room right now?" He teased before standing up and taking your hand.

You giggled, following him. "Shut up."

He chuckled softly and when you got to the window, he went first. He ducked inside, pulling you with him which caused you both to practically fall through your window. You landed on top of him, your hushed giggles only silenced once he kissed you again.

"Shhh are you trying to wake your parents?" Kylo smirked up at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you on top of him on your bedroom floor, the moonlight from the window behind you illuminating you in a halo-like glow. He grabbed your waist and gently rolled you off of him, before you both stood up.

His large, strong hands pulled you by the waist closer to him, and he had to lean down to kiss you. His kiss was full of need this time, you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip, asking for entry and you obliged, parting your lips. You moaned against his mouth and you felt the smirk that played at his lips.

Kylo took a few steps forward, pushing you gently backwards until the backs of your knees hit your soft bed. He pulled away for a moment to take his jacket off of you and throw it to the floor, before pushing you flat onto your bed.

"I-I've never... um." You stumbled over your words, feeling your face get hot as your eyes darted up to your ceiling.

Kylo leaned over you, his palms flat on the mattress on either side of your head. "I just stole your first kiss a couple minutes ago, you don't think I know that?" He smirked down at you before tilting his head slightly, leaning closer to trail kisses down your neck. "Do you not want to? I can stop whenever you want, all you need to do is say so." He whispered between kisses, trailing his hand down your body and stopping just above your clothed cunt.

The sensation made the heat in your core grow. "N-no. Don't stop Kylo." You whined.

He smiled, before standing straight up again and looking down at you. He looped his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pulling them off slowly. "Look at you sweet thing, I've barely touched you and you're already a fucking mess." He teased, causing you to whimper.

Kylo chuckled softly, separating your knees and ghosting his hand down your thigh, stopping at your heat. He ran two long fingers through your slit, collecting your wetness on them before rubbing light circles over your clit. You gasped at the contact, bucking your hips instinctively against his hand. "Needy little thing, aren't you?" He smirked, using his other hand to hold your waist down before pushing his fingers inside slowly.

You whined at the feeling of his long fingers stretching you out, your much smaller hands were nothing compared to his. After giving you a moment to adjust, Kylo began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your cunt, curling them upwards to draw sweet, soft moans from you.

"K-Kylo..." You breathed.

He smirked, amused by how quickly you were coming undone at his hand. "What is it, pretty girl?"

You whined at the sweet name he gave you, stuttering over your words once again. "You're g-gonna make me c-cum."

Kylo laughed softly, he had already gathered that from the noises you were making. "Oh, yeah?" He smirked at you, not faltering once with the steady pace he had created with his fingers.

"P-please. Please I want you to..." You trailed off, lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

"Please what? I'm not gonna do anything else unless you ask for it. Go ahead... Say it, say it." He was having way too much fun with you.

"Please Kylo..." You begged him. "Please I- I want you t-to fuck me."

He grinned at you and stood up, removing his fingers from your cunt, before licking them clean. You tasted divine to him, and he made a mental note that he needed to taste the source at some point. Maybe another night.

You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness and watched as he pulled a condom from his wallet, putting it between his lips before working to undo his belt. He made quick work of his clothes, saving his boxers for last and sliding them off, his cock springing upwards.

You didn't realize your mouth was open until Kylo looked over at you and saw you staring at him. He laughed, tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth. "I'll go slow, don't worry." You watched as he slid the condom down to the base of his cock, before making his way over to you on the bed.

He made you sit up a bit so he could pull your shirt over your head, before kissing you, trailing down your neck and chest, leaving a few light red marks along the way. You whimpered at the sensation, not caring that you'd have to conceal them in the morning.

Kylo pulled away, admiring his work and settling himself between your legs, lining his cock up with your entrance. "Ready?" He moved a piece of hair from your eyes, smirking down at you.

You wrapped your arms around him, nodding your head. He groaned as he slowly pushed his cock inside you, taking extra care not to hurt you and watching as your face contorted from the feeling of his cock splitting you open. Your nails dug into his back as you whined.

After allowing you a moment to adjust to his size, Kylo began to move slowly, creating a gentle yet deep pace and hitting that bundle of nerves inside you with each thrust. It felt like heaven and you attempted to stifle your moans, failing miserably. "Shhh pretty girl, don't wake up the entire house now." He put his hand over your mouth lightly, smiling down at you.

You moaned against Kylo's hand as he began to pick up his pace slightly. He removed his hand to kiss you, his tongue winning dominance over the inside of your mouth.

Kylo pulled away to admire you, his thrusts were still gentle, but he was unrelenting on that sensitive spot, hitting it with each snap of his hips.

"Ky-kylo... m'gonna c-cum... feels so good." You whined, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Yeah?" He moaned slightly, out of breath and nearing his own climax. "Go ahead, cum on my cock."

Your vision went blurry as you came undone beneath him, the tight coil in your abdomen bursting into fireworks of endless pleasure.

"Just like that, pretty girl. You're doing so good, Fuck." Kylo whispered in your ear, easing you through your orgasm as his hand rested over your mouth to muffle your moans.

After a few more thrusts he came to a halt with a groan, burying himself deep inside of you as he came. "Fuck- shit! You feel so fucking good." He hissed.

As Kylo came down from his high, he breathed heavily, smiling down at you before kissing you again. He pulled away, pulling out of you. You whined, which caused him to chuckle slightly. You watched as he took the condom off, throwing it in the trash before slipping his boxers back on, and retrieving his band t-shirt and your underwear from the floor.

He sat back on the bed and gently dressed you, his shirt hanging off of your much smaller frame. "You look so pretty in my clothes." He smirked at you, pulling your covers over the two of you before taking you into his arms.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat flutter. "Thank you." You whispered softly.

Kylo chuckled. "For what, pretty girl?" He played with your hair.

"For making my first time memorable. It was really, really good..." You trailed off sleepily.

You heard his heartbeat falter at your comment and you smiled. He ran his fingers through your hair. "You don't have to thank me for that, I've wanted to do this for a while now." Kylo waited for an answer but it never came. He sighed, smiling as he realized you had fallen asleep on him. This was a feeling he could get used to.

The following morning, you two were awoken by the sound of your mother knocking on your bedroom door. Kylo was immediately alert, scrambling out of bed and grabbing his remaining clothes before ducking under your bed as you silently laughed at him.

"Yeah?" You called out to your mother.

She entered, looking around your room. "I'm going to the grocery store, do you want anything... where did you get that shirt." She stared at the Slipknot t-shirt you were wearing that was three sizes too big for you.

You looked down at yourself, before looking back at her. "I'm doing laundry right now and Kylo left it in Finn's room a long time ago." You lied through your teeth. "And no, I don't want anything."

"Hm, okay... And close that window, the heat is on and its freezing in here!" She motioned to your open window before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

You fell back onto your pillow, shutting your eyes and smiling at the sound of Kylo's laughter beneath you.

[kepler-station]

HII girl I love how u write and how accurate they look and I saw y do requests too! Sooo could I ask golden cheese x reader (hcs or shot idc) in the virtual world?? Like a bit of fluffy-angsty thingy idek (plus pls pls pls dead reader pls pls)

౨ৎ.𖥔˚ golden cheese cookie — fluffy & angsty relationship hcs in the virtual world

— 𝜗𝜚 hiii thankyou so much for requesting !!! 🥹🫶🏻 here u goo !!

— this is a sad one, this is actually my first time writing angst for goldie but it made me tear up 🥲🙌🏻

— maybe i went to hard on the angst ?? sorry that there's so little fluff 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

໑ৎ ׁ  ׅ♡ tw !! — delusional goldie. dead reader.

• most of the things that you and her do while in a relationship don't change but some things will definitely change and some new things will start to appear

• truth be told, you crumbled in the dark flour war along with the golden cheese kingdom when goldie was away

• in the golden city, she becomes more clingy and protective to the point it looks possessive and greedy: she refuses to let you go out without her and is reluctant to let you out her sight because she fears that the next time she looks at you, you'll be gone

• goldie has definitely told mozzarella cookie to have marzipan cookies accompany you when she isn't able to to keep you safe, fix your errors and injuries immediately, and to act as a security camera to keep you in her sights even if you're away (you can overlook the last part, it seems a little ooc and leans more into yandere territory which i dont like *shrug*)

• she still spoils you rotten and everything you desire will be laid out just for you: clothing plated with gold (or whatever design you want) that suit your body type perfectly and cater to your interests and what you tend to look for in clothing, cheeses and your favorite foods for every meal, whole sections of the castle which are designed and catered to your interests and desires, her servants wait on you hand and foot to ensure your comfort in every way possible, and anything else you could possibly want! after all, everything is possible in a virtual kingdom!

• when smoked cheese cookie reveals the truth of the golden city, goldie is quick to try to convince you that he's lying about it all, that you shouldn't trust in what he's saying

• but it gets hard to believe her when everything you've went through in the dark flour war starts flooding back to your mind

• you confront her about it and the truth is eventually revealed to you when the entire city disappears and the citizens (and you) fall into the ruins

• she's quick to check up on you for any injuries and apologies spill out of her mouth that she's been hiding this the entire time

• she knows you're dead, she knows you're gone and that you've been gone for a long time, but she loves you too much to let you go

• she knew this was bound to happen, but she can't imagine living without you; countless nights with her dutiful servants researching ways she could save everyone — and by extension you, the virtual world was the only solution she could muster up

• but it still broke her seeing how hurt you were that everything had been a lie, that you were actually dead the entire time (everyone was...)

• as you fall into a deep slumber, she spends your last moments with you, holding and caressing your hand in hers, wrapping you in her wings, telling you that her greed is too large to let you go, that you're her eternal greatest treasure, that she'll come back for you and find a way to bring you back with a life that matches the infiniteness of hers

• you fall into a deep slumber as did everyone else, reassuring her that she's in good hands before your virtual form fades away

• when she fights against dark enchantress cookie and her forces, her motivation to win this fight is you, imagining how you'd hug her when she comes back alive, happy she won and that she saved everyone

• imagining you congratulated her after she won in the war when no one did (other than her friends and the other cookies, ofc)

• imagining how happy you'd look seeing her alive and victorious at the end of the war

• imagining that you're there for her when she has nightmares and when she's at her lowest like you were in the virtual city; holding your hand and caressing it, hugging her, hushing her tears and reassuring her that it's over now, that she saved everyone and granted them the perfect utopia they count ever want

• imagining you were by her side as she walked about in the republic, gazing in awe at the new things you'd see in the republic outside of the virtual city, clapping at her when the trains her strength and attacks, eating the new foods with her in the republic

• imagining that you're still by her side when deep down she knows you aren't, that deep down she knows you're dead and that you've been dead for a long time, that she's just being delusional and that it's all in her head

• but she just can't let you go, after all, you would act the you she imagined if you were really here... right?

• she did promise you that she'll come back for you in the end to a new and safer world with you in her arms

• her friends have tried to help her, but her heart just can't let you go

• not until she crumbles with the real you in her arms, together forever in every timeline she exists in, in every timeline you exist and in every timeline you exist together

• in the end, you two reunite in the physical golden city finally together again, achieving the final happy ending you two both wanted and deserved

• or maybe it was all just another one of those imaginations goldie makes up so much?

[restinslices]

Silly little request but how do you think LKB would dress like casually? Like once every blue moon they have a day off and ding need to wear their uniforms? Can you do this in bullet points?

Them not in their uniforms is such a normal concept but it seems so weird for them if you know what I mean. Like, wdym they don’t wear those outfits to sleep? Also this is probably shorter than other posts because it’s about outfits, yk?

Bi-Han

Black. Moving on-

On some real shit though, I feel like this man’s entire wardrobe is in greyscale 

Someone’s like “hey there’s this event coming up! Can you wear a blue shirt?”

You’d think he’d have blue but nope. Nothing but blacks and greys and maybe a white in there 

I saw a post of biker Bi-Han and I definitely see it now 

Idk if the pictures imma attach at the end are really biker tho so that’s why I’m saying mainly blacks 

Like Elsa, the cold doesn’t bother him anyway so jackets aren’t really a thing he has to wear. He kinda just does because it makes the outfit look better 

That’s all the brain power he puts into it though because this man doesn’t care about his wardrobe at all 

He cares enough to not look sloppy but he doesn’t care about piecing shit together or brands and designer. If you look closely you can see he’s wearing the same shirt he was wearing yesterday 

He wears black because he’s still thinking like an assassin. The whole “I shouldn’t be noticeable” thing 

Which is wild when you think about how he’s definitely noticeable in that blue outfit but idk

He also wears black because… he doesn’t know 

He checked his closet and realized that shit looked like a black void but refuses to actually wear more color 

I don’t see him accessorizing much either. He only carries stuff he can fit in his pockets 

Kuai Liang

Lazy 

Bi-Han adds a jacket for a bit of razzle dazzle but Kuai Liang doesn’t 

In all fairness, he gets hot easily (this is stereotypical but idc) so a jacket isn’t gonna work 

He wears the most basic t shirts and pants 

Like he legit got the same white shirt 50 times 

The shit is despicable 

I don’t think he adds many accessories either. He probably doesn’t carry much on him 

Long sleeves never really happen either 

Honestly I don’t think of any them dress with any special aesthetic in mind

But him? Extra lazy

I am being so serious when I say he buys the same clothes over and over again. He forgets he has a white t shirt in his closet so he buys another and the cycle repeats 

Probably doesn’t care as much because what are the chances he’ll be out of uniform?

You know how people say men's outfits are so boring? He’s the main example they use because there’s no personality with his shit 

I don’t see him doing much on his off days though so that’s probably why he just throws something on

He’s just getting dressed to go grocery shopping 

Tomas Vrbada 

The one with the most style 

Which isn’t saying a lot 

Wears multiple layers 

Why do I think this way? Idk. But if I said they all dress the same, it’d be boring so here we are

He probably has a normal type of body heat since he’s not a pyromancer or cryomancer so he’s wearing hoodies and jackets because he’s genuinely cold 

He accidentally has style 

Wearing a hoodie and jacket is stylish to people for whatever reason. He doesn’t get it but he’s like “yeah, I definitely have fashion sense. It’s definitely not because I’m cold all the time. That just doesn’t sound like me”

May accessorize a bit but not as much 

As a whole I think accessories can become heavy and get in the way and our boys gotta be ready to bust a move if something pops off. Just because they’re off duty doesn’t mean they’re not paying attention or in danger 

So that’s why our boys travel light 

He has those smoke bombs and shit so he might have a little pouch with him but I don’t think he’d carry a backpack. Goes back to being too heavy 

If something can’t fit in a pouch, it’s staying home 

Dresses in neutral colors. I don’t think any of them are necessarily into bright colors 

Doesn’t have the same exact clothes but wears them the same exact way. His outfits look like a skin variation 

He’s doing his best 

Remember all I do for you because imagining them in normal clothes fucked me up more than I’d like to admit

[disaster-husbun]

OC Smash or Pass: Cain Starlight

Nobody tagged me I just really want to do one lol

Tagging @adina--astra and Anyone who hasn't done it yet but wants to

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

ABOUT:

height: 2,12m / 6'11

age: 43

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: Bisexual

PROS:

Outgoing. Bright, warm personality, Cain likes meeting people, making conversation and new friends, and trading stories.

Good listener. If you need someone to hear you out, a shoulder to cry on, or share your excitement, he's there for you. "Those ears aren't just for show"

Bartender. If you want a drink, alcoholic or not, he can put together something tailored to your tastes.

Alchemist. Hungover? Cold? Stressed? Cain can make something for it. Need dyes and paints? Those are his favorite to make.

Open to new things. Cain will try anything at least once before he decides he likes it or not, and he's always happy to learn more about anything.

CONS:

Shady dealings. Cain will take on any job request, and he is more than willing to overlook anything illegal if it pays well.

Debt. He owes a lot of money to a lot of people. It's not unusual for some of them to come knocking to collect, and not all of them are nice about it.

Closed off. While he's open to to talk and make friends, he'll keep his own life very close to his chest. Not one to talk about the past, he'll usually deflect the conversation back to yourself or other topics.

Addiction. The main source of his debts.

MISC:

Born blind. Cain's aether doesn't flow properly in his body, and without specialty medication he's completely blind. Glasses help make up for the rest of it even with medication. That same medicine causes his eyes to glow.

Aetherically short-sighted. He can only feel aether very close to himself, and needs to touch anything he wants to get a reading off. It's easy to catch him off guard with any spells until when they are about to hit.

Smoker. For some a con, for some neutral (or even a pro), Cain's aether medication is taken through smoking, and he can be regularly seen with a pipe.

Piercings all thought his body, including snake bites, nipples, and jacob's ladder.

Night's out. He'd rather go out than stay at home. Be it a nightclub, a tavern, or even a quiet stroll through the streets. If you like dates, hangouts, and going out, he's your guy. But if you're looking for a domestic experience Cain might not be what you're looking for.

City boy. If you drop him in the wilderness, he'd be helpless. He doesn't know survival skills like hunting, making shelter, or the sort. Best he can do is purify water to drink if he has his alchemy supplies.

Lover, not a fighter. Man can't hold his own in a fight. He knows which end of a dagger to hold, but his height is all he's got. If you want someone to protect you, look elsewhere, but if you like to do the protecting, he needs it.

SEXUALLY:

"Down for anything, as long as it's fun" is Cain's motto. A switch, he's very open to most things. He knows people often like him as the big tall Dom and he'll gladly play the role, but he very much also enjoys being a sub. You're in for a night of fun and having all your desires fulfilled.

ROMANTICALLY:

So used to putting up a show and reflecting other's expectations, he's adaptable to a fault. Drowning out his own preferences for the sake of making others happy, if you're trying to pursue a relationship with Cain, you might find he's more likely to fit to your wishes than his own. He'll tend to all your wants and your desires. But giving him the space to be himself is a battle he doesn't know how to fight, and you'll have to do it for him.

[babyleostuff]

Hii, i'm new in your page but can you please make ot13 reactions or mtl where their s/o vapes. Sorry if it's kinda vague but like how would they react and be like to an s/o who vapes or mtl to have an s/o who vapes or maybe a combi of both. I love reading your works btw 🥰🤍

omfg, i would literally kill to go out for a smoke with them. also i just know they have the best taste in liquids (some of them, i wouldn't trust hoshi to pick out a flavor for me) + if anyone has issues with smoking or anything related, just scroll please

MTL to have a s/o who vapes

The ones that would not mind it. It’s your life and your choice whether you smoke or not (they also find it low key very hot). They would also ask for a drag whenever you’d buy a new liquid, because they want to taste the flavour, and guess what it is:

Mingyu → i mean his bestie literally smokes both cigarettes and he vapes, so i feel like gyu is the last person that would have a say in this (god the things i would do to go out for a smoke with jungkook)

Wonwoo → i just know that he has a bomb taste when it comes to flavours, would trust him with my life when it comes to it 

Vernon → i want to get stoned with him. that’s it 

Hoshi → he would be so fun to smoke with, like it would be the best time ever (ily you baby, but i would not trust him with the flavours tho) 

Chan → very chill and laid back. Would be the best at doing vape tricks.

The ones that would not necessarily mind it, but would be more critical of it - mostly because of your health. It’s not like a red flag for them, and they wouldn’t try to make you quit or anything, but it’s something they would pay more attention to compared to the first ones.

Seungcheol → he would 100% go out for a smoke after a stressful day at work, and i just know that bitching with him about other people is the best (he would also buy all of the cherry flavoured liquids) 

Woozi → also would smoke after work

Jun → this baby would try to take a drag but would have a cough fit right after

These last four would be the most critical of it. I feel like they wouldn’t go for someone that smokes normal cigarettes (mainly because of the smell), but i think they would be okay with someone who vapes. Also they wouldn’t judge you, it’s not like they would be like “get away from me” whenever you’d smoke around them. They just care about your health and well being - that’s why they wouldn’t be 100% okay with smoking. 

Seungkwan → i feel like boo would take a drag from time to time, say what you want, idc. ALSO i would kill to have a smoke with him and gossip OMFG

Jeonghan → as long as you’d vape and not smoke, he’d be fine

Joshua → same as Wonwoo, he would be BOMB at choosing flavours 

DK → like Jun would try to take a drag and almost suffocate right after 

Minghao → the most critical, BUT if drunk enough i feel like he would go out for a smoke

[kywaslost]

I was wondering if you could do a request that’s slightly crack but at the same time angst and fluff? Or you can just read this as crack because idc.

Ciel x reader but basically the reader is a criminal who is almost constantly doing things that go against the Queen but every time she gets caught, Ciel is so just—

Ciel: … Are you sorry for what you did?

Reader: yes…☹️

Ciel: she’s innocent.

Sebastian: what no—

He’s like a gentle parent that gives a gentle hit on the wrist then apologizes because he doesn’t ever want the reader to hate him or be taken away from him because he already has had all that he loves taken from him. So no matter if the reader is using him or not to get away with things he will always vouch for her innocence. So he makes Sebastian frame people for the readers crimes. And Sebastian is getting sick of it because of how repetitive it’s getting.

Turn The Other Way - Ciel Phantomhive

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one! I hope you like it! Also, today is the first ‘fanfic Friday’ as I’m gonna call it. And requests are still open! <3

Warning/s: mentions of murder, arson

You were much like Snake, a lost ally of the Earl Phantomhive with nowhere to go. Similar to Snake’s upbringing as a servant, you met Ciel and Sebastian during one of their missions from the Queen. You were actually not involved with the case what-so-ever, but got caught up in one of the duo’s man hunts as they chased after someone they thought was the criminal. They ended up chasing you, mistaking you for the man they were looking for.

The man in question was a skilled arsonist, setting fires all throughout London without being caught. One would call it a coincidence that you had nothing to do with this case until you were caught by Sebastian and CIel. They apologized, releasing you and explaining what they were trying to do and who they were trying to catch. You brushed them off, rushing to get home. What the two didn’t know was that you had just robbed a small store, and were on the run back home.

It didn’t take much longer for you to run into the two again, accept this time it was much worse. You ran home to see smoke billowing into the dark sky common from the direction of your apartment. You arrived on scene, seeing someone hiding in the dark smoke of your now-burning home. 

Being a skilled criminal, you knew a thing or two about escapism, making it easier to catch the man who had burnt your home to a crisp. He was fast, and you’d admit he was also very skilled, but so were you. It didn’t take long at all to catch him and tie him up.

You were dragging him by the rope you tied him with, swearing at him and threatening to end his life when you bumped into someone. Being in your current terrible mood, you began yelling at the person you ran into, not realizing it was Sebastian until you managed to get a good look at him.

“Here’s the guy you were looking for,” you growled, shoving the skilled criminal into the butler. “Too little too late.”

Ciel stood close by, watching as firemen attempted to quell the flames of the burning apartment building. “Is this your home?”

You glared at the Earl, then growled, “Yeah. Like I said, too little too late. I caught the guy and I wasn’t even looking for him.” All you had left of your belongings was a small backpack field with a spare outfit and everything you had stolen just hours ago. You adjusted the bag on your shoulder and turned to leave. “Thanks for nothing, guard dog.” You turned your back to the two, stomping away in anger. 

“Wait!” Ciel exclaims, gripping your wrist to stop you from leaving. “Come with us.”

You raised an eyebrow, turning back to the boy. “What?”

“Come with us,” Ciel said again. “You are clearly skilled in something, and you caught the man we’ve been looking for for 4 days, in just an hour.” Ciel smiled ever so slightly. “We could use you. Come be a servant at Phantomhive Manor.”

You shook your hand from his grasp with a scowl. “Why would I want to serve you?”

“We can make a deal,” Sebastian offers. “If you serve Lord Phantomhive, we will provide you with housing and meals, free of charge. All we ask is that you accompany us on any missions we may require you of, as well as completing daily household chores.”

That’s how you came about becoming one of Ciel Phantomhive’s maids. You were spiteful at first, and you had the right to be. Afterall, the Queen’s guard dog failed to save your home, and all of the very few belongings you possessed. But after a few months, you got used to your new life, and dare you say you even enjoyed it. Your room was small yet larger than your old one, and you were allowed to decorate it any way you pleased. The food was excellent, incomparable to the scraps you had to eat as a criminal. 

Living with the Earl made it difficult to keep up with your hobbies.The manor’s other servants kept a close eye on the property, making it nearly impossible to sneak out. So you took your off time on missions to sneak off and break every rule the Queen had set in. You weren’t entirely sure why you found it so enjoyable to be rebellious against the Queen, but it filled you with adrenaline that you couldn’t find anywhere else. 

You were staying in London with Sebastian and Ciel. You were used to the system by now, hunting day and night for whoever, or whatever, you were looking for. You were often left to your own devices, since Ciel ended protection 24/7. This left you open and available for whatever you desired. Today’s task was vandalizing a new monument the Queen was having built in Central London. 

You gathered everything you needed, buckets of brightly colored paint, gloves, and paint brushes. You snuck through the quiet city, enjoying the peacefulness of it all. The unfinished monument left vulnerable, practically asking to be messed with. Smiling widely, you dipped a gloved hand into an open bucket of yellow paint, taking a handful and splattering it across the monument. 

You were 3 colors in when you felt someone grab your hand tightly, keeping you from flinging more paint.

“Y/N?” You froze, breath stalling as you hear Ciel’s voice from behind you.

“Yes master?” you say quietly, afraid of what the boy would do to you. Was he going to fire you? Kick you out and make you live on the streets?

“What are you doing?”

“It seems as if she is vandalizing the Queen’s new prized monument,” Sebastian answers with a glare. The demon awaited for Ciel’s punishment with great joy. Sebastian liked you, don’t get him wrong, but he knew there was something up with you since day 1. His glowing red eyes turned to Ciel with a wicked smile. “How should I punish her, my lord?”

Ciel did not look at Sebastian, eyes still on you. He looked over you, and then your new work of art. He sighed, then asked, “Are you sorry?”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion and Sebastian’s smile dropped almost instantly. “Huh?”

“Are you sorry for what you’ve done?” Ciel asked again, staring at you as he awaited your response.

“Sir, with all do respect,” Sebastian interrupted. “Y/N deserves to be punished and turned in to the Queen for her crimes.”

Ciel raised a hand to silence his Butler. “Y/N, are you sorry?”

You were beyond confused but answered the boy with a soft, “I’m sorry master. I feel awful.”

Ciel straightened, then finally turned to Sebastian. “She’s innocent.”

Sebastian shook his head with shock. “What?!” 

Ciel began walking back towards the place the three of you were staying. “Y/N, follow me. We must get you cleaned up. Sebastian, pin this on someone else. We will continue our search for John Doe tomorrow morning.” Turning to look at Sebastian one last time Ciel sternly said, “That’s an order.”

You shot a sly smile towards Sebastian, then followed the Earl. “Yes, sir.”

Sebastian grumbled, but bowed slightly. “Yes, my lord.” He shot you a glare before disappearing.

You weren’t sure why Ciel let you off the hook, but you didn’t complain. In fact, you pushed your luck, letting yourself get caught every time you tried to steal, vandalize, or rob. Each time, Ciel asked you if you were sorry. You’d say yes, fein a pout, then watch as Sebastian would growl, then grumble as he’s left to clean up your messes. 

After one night where picking up after you was particularly brutal, Sebastian came grumbling to Ciel. “Why do you excuse her behavior?”

“I’m sorry?” Ciel asks with a raised brow. “Who are you to question my actions?”

“She’s a criminal, my lord,” Sebastian continued. “She should not continue to be around you with this behavior.”

“Has she ever harmed me or my name?”

“No, but-”

“Then leave it.” Ciel barked, standing from his spot on the bed where Sebastian changed him from his night clothes. “I cannot lose anyone else. As long as she is safe with us, you will continue to watch after her and keep her from being caught by the queen.”

Sebastian took a deep breath. “I did not know that you felt this way about Y/N.” Bowing lowly, he continued. “I will protect her as I do you, my lord.”

“Use me as an excuse if you have to,” Ciel sighs. “I don’t care. Make sure she stays with us.” He couldn’t risk losing you. Whether you truly were using him, or just doing this due to old habit, you were all Ciel had left. He couldn’t risk anything happening to you or the other servants, so as long as he’s alive he is going to see you as innocent and keep you out of harm’s way of the Queen.

[miseries-mistress]

Okay idk if you write for commander wolffe or ahsoka but if you do can you write something spicy for either of them. You choose who idc, I’m just so down for these two LMAO

Also ur writing is so amazing, like it’s indescribably good ♥︎♥︎

RIPPED AWAY (SEWN TOGETHER) | COMMANDER WOLFFE

Synopsis: You wanted to shout, scream into the night to release your pent-up frustration boiling inside of you. The battle to take a separatist base was fruitless, and with Anakin's instance that none of you retreat and keep pushing forward, despite your protests leads to Ahsoka's injury. In your haste to retrieve Ahsoka, you step away from the ranks to her body in the center of the clearing. Chaos ensues. 

Warnings: female reader, wolffe being mean, like more than usual, but it's okay bc i love mean men, injury, canon typical violence, blood, gore, injury, all the good stuff. W/C: 3,880

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The battle raged like a storm without end, with each wave of blaster fire raining down upon you with the strength only death alone could possess. It didn't matter how many droids your men shot down or how many shots you and Anakin deflected. It wasn't enough. 

Clouds of smoke spiraled around you, obscuring the moon while your body ached for respite under cover of the ever-twinkling stars. Retreat was becoming more of a prospect by the second, yet another dark reality to face as another volley of bombs dropped in your vicinity, the ear-piercing screams quelled by the exchange of blaster fire. 

Another bolt was deflected. Another droid is down. Another man down. The cycle was endless, and you've had enough. 

"Anakin!" you screamed over the clanking droids. "We need to retreat!"

Anakin's head whipped around to face you, his eyes wide before his eyebrows knitted in frustration, his face twisting in defiance.

"We can take the base!" he shouts, and a man behind you thuds to the ground, his organs mixing with the sloppy sludge of oil, mud, and blood. "If we can break their defenses–"

"The men can't hold out that long, and neither can we! Regrouping is our only hope of surviving this! We are losing them by the minute!" 

"We hold our position. That's final!" 

You wanted to scream, tear the hair out of your head if that meant reasoning with him. If this was your mission, you would have pulled back ages ago, having realized staying here any longer would be fruitless. Their forces were simply too many, overwhelming quick thoughts of attack. You needed a strategy, and it would be impossible to form one in the heat of battle while you deflected oncoming advancements. 

You racked your brain for a solution, frantic to figure out some kind of strategy to not only reduce casualties but also take the separatist base. That was until a crackling, uneven voice spoke urgently over your and Anakin's commlink, his voice barely audible. "Commander Tano is down."

Every nerve, vein, and blood vessel was doused in frozen water, your blood running cold as you could feel it draining from the pores in your face. You've never seen Anakin move so fast, stepping back so Rex could cover him. "What?! Where are you?!"

"We are overrun– we need to pull back," the trooper spoke again, despair thickly coating his entreaty.

"Send your coordinates and hold your position," Anakin orders. You could feel, not in the Force, but physically feel his solicitude radiating off him in unprecedented waves of dread before switching off the commlink. 

"General, go to Ahsoka's position! Rex and I will hold out here!" he orders you with the swiftness and composure he could muster under the circumstances. You curtly nod, your apprehension for Ahsoka outweighing your frustration. 

You turn to your commander, your boots sticking to the mud and clinging to your feet. "Wolffe, Comet, and Boost, you're with me. Sinker, you lead the men while I recover, Commander Tano."

"Yes, sir." Wolffe squeezes Sinker's shoulder before the three troopers follow you as you weave through blaster fire, looking down at the coordinates Anakin sent you every couple of seconds. 

The noise of battle is deafening. A sound that often haunts soldiers' dreams is all that pounds in a hysterical beat against your skull. Dirt and rubble fly around you, men howl in pain, and superiors scream orders in the faint hope of not seeing more numbers on a list of the fallen. Each sound terrorizes you, engulfs you in dark, endless black water, fated to drown you if you stop kicking for the surface where the light resides instead of the void of the darkness beneath you. All your years of training to become a Jedi and being one could never prepare you for this.  

You reach Ahsoka's position in record time, and immediately you are met with red bolts of blaster fire showering upon you. It was worse, so much worse than where you held out with Anakin, and it showed by the disfigured bodies of blue and gray armor stacked upon each other, the stench of death almost too much to bear. 

"Over here, general!" You follow the voice, your feet slapping against the mud as you catch sight of Ahsoka. She was groaning, her hand covering what you could already see as a nasty wound, the skin around it scorched and inflamed. Thick dark red blood oozed around her fingers as another clone pulled her back. He was almost to your position when a flash of light collided with his armor, and his body smashed to the ground next to her.

Your lightsaber sprang to life with a snapping hiss as you began defending Ahsoka's injured form. Wolffe, Comet, and Boost joined the battle as you did, reemerging into the flow of war. 

You tried to inch forward to her position in the middle of the clearing with every battle droid that smashed into the grimy soil, but your efforts were in vain. For every droid that fell, another replaced it. Reinforcements flooded in an endless stream of metal as the bodies beside you grew, your friend's life force dwindling as she slowly bled out, so close yet so far. If only–

Your body slammed into the ground, your arms crumpling beneath your weight. There was an obnoxious high-pitched ringing in your ears, blocking the sound of anything else besides your thundering heartbeat. You blinked, clearing the black spots that had begun to dot your vision, the shock hitting you in full. The infinite dark sky is speckled with luminescent stars, mockingly watching you as they laugh at your collapsed form, doused in the weakest breath of strength.  

Ahsoka. 

You could see her closer now, and your head swam with the force of whatever injury you sustained that you couldn't feel. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except getting Ahsoka to safety. Whatever it was, it wasn't severe enough to stop you from stumbling to her, your body throbbing with the phantom of agony as you all but collapsed beside her, your knees wet with silt. You shook her with a ghost of the power you possess, your hands violently shaking as her eyes remained shut. Tears swam in your vision while your chest painfully constricted as you shook her harder, only for her eyes to crack open a moment later, her face covered in a thin sheen of sweat and ash. You could almost collapse in the burden of your injury and hers, but you held yourself up, not brave enough to look at her wound. 

"Ahsoka," you cried in relief, and her features wrung in pain as she returned to a more steady form of consciousness, no doubt feeling the weight of her injuries. "I'm going to get you out of here." 

"I-I'm okay," she wheezed as your arms dived under her head and knees, slowly rising to your feet with her. Colors flashed blindingly in your vision, and lightheadedness and dizziness nearly swept you off your feet. No matter how much your body screamed at you, threatening to crumple, your will filled your chest like a breath of fresh air, stealing your resolve. You had to do this. You had to push through, not for your sake, but for the young Padawan in your arms. 

You two made it behind your forces, and a clamor of voices finally reached your ears after too long of nothing but ear-splitting ringing. 

"They're back! Fall back! Fall back!" someone ordered as the rest of the men began to retreat to the carriers behind you to take you back to base. Even though with each step, pure singing misery rippled down your spine, you pushed for the promise of safety. 

When you entered, the doors closed and lifted into the murky sky. A couple of troopers rushed to your side, carefully taking Ahsoka from your arms and scurrying off to the medical center buried deeply in the confines of the ship. Clones around you dispersed to their positions, and you cautiously lowered yourself to the ground, forgoing the seats as you leaned your head back. The ship was silent besides the roar of the engines, which you hid your labored breathing behind. Every expansion of your lungs felt like you were being burned within an inch of your life, seizing the air from your breast in one fell swoop. Tentatively you lifted your robes, hissing when the fabric caught on your impairment, only for your breath to be sucked back into your irritated lungs. Your exposed flesh was spitting out crimson liquid, the edges of your wound charred in a sickening state of black, and you could faintly smell your burning flesh, binding the torn fabric of your tunic to your heaving meat. 

Just a graze, you thought to yourself as you lowered your tunic, something that could be dealt with when you reach Coruscant. 

"You…okay?" a hesitant voice reaches your ears, and you turn your head to find Wolffe leaning against the doorway, his eyebrows drawn together in concern. It wasn't a look you often saw on him, making your chest tighten as if someone had reached into there and squeezed with all their might to rob the breath from your lungs. You find the same emotion inexplicably rising in the back of your throat.  

"Yeah, yeah, just tired. That's all," you lie, pinching your lips as the intensity of your burned nerves sharpens by the minute. 

He raises an eyebrow, his chin jerking forward. "Then what's all that blood for, sweetheart?"

Shit. You glance down to find that your blood has, in fact, seeped through your clothing, the dark patch expanding into the woven fabric of your wear.

"It-It's not mine. No need to worry," you grit your teeth. Wolffe scowls, and it's then you know you've lost the uphill battle of pride you were fighting. You sigh, slinking further against the wall, and he takes this as your sign of defeat.  

"When were you planning on telling me? Before or after you bleed to death?" He kneels in front of you, and you cringe at the bite in his words. 

"You're being over dramatic. I'm fine, Wolffe." you roll your eyes at his antics, but he scoots closer. Even when taking a knee in front of you, he seems to tower above you, his stoic presence alone engulfing the room. It's impossible not to notice the concern that laces his features as he gulps, his adam's apple bobbing.  

"You're covered in blood," he points out.  

"Like I said, it's nothing–" You yelp, doubling forward when he roughly shoves two fingers into your wound, blood instantly staining your outer robes from your tunic. 

"Fucking liar," he snarls before standing up, his eyes flickering around the room for the first aid kit. You groan, curling within yourself as the damaged skin throbs from Wolffe's painful jab, your vision blurring around the edges as you try to keep your eyes focused, only for him to leave your peripheral a second later. Your eyes begin to droop as the weight of battle, and your injury finally starts to percolate the very fiber of your being. Sleep is now a call from the heavens, a gentle hand forcing your eyes to shut.

There is a clanging sound as a box hits the floor, and out of curiosity, one eye cracks open. Wolffe is back, digging fervently through the med kit on the floor for something…most likely for you. Your eyelids begin to close once more, now at peace knowing Wolffe would take the pain from you as he has done many times before. 

Just as you began to drift off, the pain returned, only doubling in vehemence. You bite back a scream as the clothes melted into your pulsating raw flesh are ripped away. Wolffe places a firm hand over your chest to keep you from doubling over. 

You throb with white-hot agony, every nerve alight as it feels like thousands of boiling hot needles are being shoved into your skin and torn out simultaneously. Your eyes squeeze shut, fat tears collecting in your scrunched waterline. Behind your eyelids, you can see a kaleidoscope of bright colors dancing across the infinite void behind your eyes. 

The searing pain dulls as something cold and slippery runs over the affected area, the scalding burn dissolving into a dull throb. 

"Shit, Wolffe," you whimper as he presses the bacta into your charred skin, his fingers roughly moving into every crevice of your wound. 

"If you wanted gentle, you should have asked for my vod instead," he gruffly replied as you hissed in pain. The bacta was doing its job of settling the fiery burn eating at your flesh, but his hands were far from delicate, and you considered the idea that he was purposely trying to make this hurt more than it should. "Or told me sooner."

"You could be a little nicer. After all, I am–" you grit your teeth as fingers swirl over your side with unnecessary force. "Injured," you finish weakly, slipping further into your position on the floor as he begins to wrap the wound.  

"If you weren't such a brat and tried to lie to me, we wouldn't be in this position, now would we?" he growls, his voice a baritone lower and substantially more gravelly. His eye flares and his lips curl into a snarl in his malice. You advert your gaze, shame filling your sternum, and you can't help but wallow in it while Wolffe finishes patching you up. 

He sits back on his heels, admiring his work while your disheartened expression not going unnoticed by the burly commander. Those feelings, the ones he'd tried to suppress when he witnessed what appeared to be a fall while retrieving Ahsoka, which was now revealed as a blaster wound, came swarming to the surface, brimming at the edge of release. These emotions were dark and tenebrous and made his chest constrict with each second they remained pent up. 

You were a Jedi, you didn't get injured. It was something he never had to fret about whenever you stepped onto the battlefield, but today...today proved that wrong in the nastiest way possible. Your flirt with death was unnecessary and reckless, a show of independence and strength. Your refusal to rely on Wolffe or his men to aid you resulted in your life-threatening injury and the worst part was there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"What you did today was reckless." Your gaze travels from the durasteel floor to the intense silver of his cybernetic eye, the crease between your eyebrows deepening at his accusation. 

"What I did today saved Ahsoka's life." 

"You needlessly put your life on the line instead of relying on your men to help you."

"I did not." you defend yourself, tenderly crossing your arms over your chest with an indignant huff. 

"That's exactly what you did," he snarled. "Don't even try to bullshit your way out of this."

"I'm not!" you exclaim, wincing at the strain you caused on your side from your outburst. "I did what I had to do without risking your lives!"

"Oh, so now you pretend to care," he chuckles darkly. "You seemed too preoccupied with your little hero moment, sweetheart. I almost had the wrong impression."

Your eyes narrowed into crinkled slits, coldness bleeding into your gaze. "I was mindful of the risk and decided it was one I alone had to take!"

"And look where you wound up."

"You're a piece of shit," you spit. "You don't get to harass me about my choices."

"If I wanted to harass you, I would. I'm trying to get it in your thick skull not to put yourself in such unnecessary danger again."

"Oh, you're just full of nice things, aren't you, Wolffe?" you scoff, rolling your eyes skyward while your heart writhes in bitterness. 

"Only for you," he sneered in retaliation. 

The bickering is childish, but both of you don't seem to realize it, too caught up in your own bouts of fury to even consider the other person's words. It's horrible, but it's the only way you can talk to each other unfiltered, without lies to ease the validity of the situation. If you took a moment to collect yourself and remove yourself from the fervent argument, you're afraid he would stop spewing out what he truly feels in harsh comments and resign to silence, bottling up his emotions as he has done all his life. Wolffe's never been one to find the right words or the will to express what's eating away at his war-stained mind. You blame it on the Kamanoins and the environment he was raised in, which is why any progress in opening up the impenetrable vault of his heart is better than nothing, even if it means being on the receiving end of his insults. But, of course, you are not entirely focused on that, your anger stirring at his unreasonableness to listen to you, which in turn only eggs him on. And if you weren't so caught up in your emotions, you would realize that his invectives come from a place of regard for your safety and well-being after you were nearly killed. 

It's not a familial care like he shares with his brothers, but a tender, heart-wrenching fear foreign to a battle-hardened soldier such as himself, hence his inability to process the emotion, turning to lash out in his distress. But of course, that goes over your head, nothing but determination fueling your self-righteous point of view. 

You two stare at each other, and in your own rage, muddled aggravation, you can't pick out the exact emotion swimming in his irises, pushing and pulling against each other. 

"If you are going to continue to be a prick, leave me alone. I'm done trying to deal with your bullshit," you bark, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your whimper as you adjust yourself, your wound pricking at the stretch in your torso. 

Wolffe's eyes seem to soften at that moment as their former fiery irises give way to the ocean of regret that fills them. He wilts, his hand finding its way to his hair, carding through it in search of the right words. 

"You almost died." It's not a question or command but a statement- a fact. Words fail you as you continue to stare into his mismatched gaze. "Your reckless behavior almost got you killed."

"But it didn't." You stare at him, begging him to notice your reassurance, to take it with open arms, but he doesn't. Wolffe is too wrapped up in the unfamiliar surge of emotions making his chest strangle with the lump impossibly forming in his throat. He wasn't used to this kind of trepidation for someone else, a worry running so profound it was stifling him. 

 "If I wasn't there..."

"Wolffe–"

"No– fuck listen to me...You would have died." You wrenched your gaze away from him as tears welled in the back of your eyes, the weight of your actions bearing down upon you with the ease only regret could tame. 

"You could have died," his strangled voice bit out as you digested each word, your stomach sinking all the while. "God damn it, look at me."

Your gaze is ripped from the floor when Wolffe grabs your face, forcing you to stare into his eyes, muddled with too many gut-wrenching feelings to process. "Fuck– you can't do that to me. Can't… can't do that to me."

His words are awkward and unsteady as if he doesn't know how to, but there's a desperate plea for your understanding. He wants you to comprehend every word his tongue can't form, every emotion threatening to swallow him up and spit him out, as every facade comes crashing down in his moment of desperation. 

So instead of talking, you lean over, despite your discomfort, and capture his lips between your own. He holds his breath, his body rigid with the sensation of your warm lips cracked by your constant biting. Then he understands the suddenness behind your actions, and his hands find your face instantly, pouring everything out into the open. His lips are feverish, swollen with spirit. He moves his mouth to taste the essence of your life, to devour your sweet taste as if it was the last thing he would ever do. It's as if he's reassuring himself of your beating heart (and flushed cheeks) as his tongue moves over your lips to seek refuge in the cavern of your mouth he calls home.

You don't see Wolffe in distress very often. Instead, you see a mask of calm, composed ruthlessness shielding his ever-cracked and dismantled soul. Your ability to peer through his walls frightened him at first, but over time as you spilled your hearts to one another over and over again, he found less of a need to keep the shields he had readily put in place, an action that came over time. Now, while his lips swallowed yours in a frenzy, his worry, an emotion that would make him a liability in war, was being poured over you. It was passionate how he moved over you, his hands moving to cup your face while the other slid across various parts of your body. He knew his action was not a display of lust but a solace to himself that you were, in fact, here, despite the deepest horrors his mind could conjure. 

As the embrace slowed to a halt, pulling away for a gulp of air, the tension that once smothered the room in its toxic fumes dissipated, leaving peaceful tranquility in its wake. 

"Don't do that shit again, you hear me?" he breathes, his voice hardened by the lilith that tainted his words. 

"Okay." You nod along with your promise. "Okay."

His body sagged with relief at your reply, a short breath of air leaving his lips. 

"I'm sorry." Wolffe shook his head, dismissing your apology. With the condolence you had so given him, the lingering air of hostility melted, and while it didn't soothe the ever-present fear that came with combat and your safety, the unspoken promise that you would heed his words and move less hastily without care for your life was enough for him. He knew you couldn't give him anything more because anything more would be a lie. His hand moved to cup your face as you nuzzled in the ever-present warmth of his hand, praying that your moment of reprieve would last forever.

[drivelikeiido]

want me

(mohawk) matty can't seem to keep his eyes off of you at the bar

matty healy x f! reader 

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smoking and alcohol and a lil smutty but no actual smut (maybe i’ll write it in a part 2 if y’all are interested in that ?) BUT NO MINORS IDC GET AWAY

notes: sorry this took so so long to write i’ve been in a writing slump but i’m back !! and i apologise for edging you with not actual smut once again but that’s just how it is ! i prefer writing longing over actual smut anyways but if y’all want a part 2 i could be persuaded. also this idea originally came to me while listening to crying lightning by the arctic monkeys so do with that what you will. 

Stereotypical summer weather is a rarity in England so the minute the sun came out Matty invited you to join him and the boys and their girlfriends at the pub, which is how you’ve ended up in a rather seductive battle of wills with your boyfriend. He somehow thinks his staring over the top of his sunglasses while playing a game of pool with the boys is subtle but in reality his feelings towards the short summer dress you’re currently wearing are blatantly obvious, which means you just have to tease him a little - you play your own little game while he plays his.

You sit on a table opposite where the boys are playing, sharing a pitcher of some fruity, more alcohol than mixer, concoction with the girls, chatting and catching up in low content voices while you make the most of the golden sun that warms you and casts a glow onto your skin. You hadn’t seen all the girls in some time so you appreciated the chance to catch up with them in such a relaxed setting, everyone’s mood boosted by the appearance of the sun and the weather it brings. The stuffy British heat gradually makes you feel uncomfortable and you begin to fan yourself with an old cocktail menu sitting on the table, your hair moving with the breeze and exposing your neck and sun soaked chest more, an action that doesn't go missed by Matty’s watchful eyes. He still pretends to be fully absorbed in his game of pool but his glances over your way become more and more frequent, his hands becoming restless as he taps out some unknown staccato beat on the bottle in his hands, the beads of condensation running down his lithe fingers and dropping to the ground. The boys are far too used to Matty’s frequent musings and distracted behaviour when it comes to you so they pay no heed to his distracted state, Hann poking his side when it was his turn to play, a knowing smile gracing his lips.

At one point Matty catches your eye and you wave innocently over, your neutral appearance betraying the playful thoughts running in your head. The girls at the table have also taken notice of your boyfriend’s not so subtle staring, giggling amongst themselves and encouraging whatever mischief you’re thinking of starting with hushed voices, comments being thrown around about how obviously obsessed he is with you. However that wholesome notion is short lived as one of the girl’s nudges you and motions over to Matty, his dark eyes trained on you as he looks you up and down once more, moving his sunglasses further down his nose, his actions far from subtle as he devours you with his eyes. Ross too clocks onto this and kicks Matty’s sneakered foot in a jokey manner, his laughter floating into the air as you hear him jokingly scold your boyfriend to “Behave”, a subtle blush makes its way onto Matty’s cheeks in his embarrassment at being caught by his friend. He raises his hands, pool cue still clutched in his left, in a show of apology, grinning over to you as he mouths “Sorry, love”, however both of you know this apology is nowhere near genuine as he truly has no plans whatsoever to cease his overt appreciation for his girlfriend.

His hands return to his side as he pulls out his cigarettes, offering them to the boys and lighting one up himself, his cheeks hollowing as he inhales the acrid smoke. You have to hold in the sigh threatening to spill from your lips, your fingers finding a sudden interest in the blue striped straw in your glass, anything to take your focus off the hypnotic man in front of you. You try and think of anything else to calm your racing brain but thoughts of your boyfriend’s pretty plush lips circling around the cigarette and how his talented fingers balance it in his hands do nothing to quell the unignorable need you’re already feeling for him. The cigarette rests on his lips that now seem etched into a permanent smirk, your boyfriend taking pleasure in knowing how the sight of him smoking always has this effect on you, his nicotine addiction working in his favour at this moment in time to make you as desperate for him as he is for you.

Matty’s cigarette has since been savoured and finally put out, however the thoughts of your boyfriend's talented fingers and pink lips still occupy the front of your mind and go straight to your core. The suspended smell of smoke in the air is so resemblant of your boyfriend it’s almost intoxicating and results in your mind being only filled with thoughts of him; all social expectations and fears are quelled purely by the overwhelming distraction that is Matty. You nod and hum absentmindedly to the girls’ conversation at the table, their subtle smirks giving away that they know very well where your mind has vanished off to as your fingers begin to drum energetically on the table, your body language practically oozing unrest.

You begin to notice the alcohol’s buzz beginning to wear off, melted ice being all that’s left in the pitcher. One of the girls nods to you, breaking your attention from the realm of smutty daydreaming and gestures her head back inside the pub, “Why don’t you go inside and get some more? Give him something else to look at” her smile wide and entertained, her eyes shining with mischief as you make out a wink from behind the shadowed lenses of her sunglasses. You nod, smiling, appreciating the sudden development of a plan. You stand, brushing off your already rather short dress of imaginary lint, just giving yourself another action to use up your excess energy. As you pick up the empty pitcher and quickly drop a glance towards Matty, who of course is already looking at you with eyes resemblant of an abandoned puppy as he looks over the dark lenses of his sunglasses. You see a quick smile grace his features, (the cause of which a mystery to you) and the stray hairs on the top of his head sticking to his forehead slightly due to the sheen of sweat covering him, the sight shouldn’t have as much of an effect on you as it does, sending another wave of heat through your body as you imagine scraping your fingers through the coarse short hair at the sides and brushing back those loose hairs of his mohawk, tugging slightly as you do so. You drop your head to dispel these thoughts and push your way back through the door into the bar, dropping the pitcher back onto the bartop, ready to order another round for the girls. Your mouth just opened to speak when you feel a gentle hand grab your wrist, turning quickly in alarm you’re immediately relieved to see the dishevelled hair and dark eyes of your boyfriend. An apologetic look graces his features for a second, his hand dropping to yours and squeezing, his voice low and gravelly when he says “Follow me”. This is the first you’ve heard his voice in nearly an hour and it alone has the power to have your knees buckle. He must sense the question ready to spill from your lips, as his voice becomes more demanding “Now, darlin”. His authoritative tone erases any other thoughts you may have as you begin to follow his loudly booted feet into what you recognise to be a stall in the men’s bathrooms.

As thankful as you are that your boyfriend is as needy for your body as you are his, the public nature of this rendezvous does bubble a bit of panic into your chest, a feeling that is immediately forgotten as his toned hands grab your face and he slots his lips onto yours.  The suddenness of the action catching you by surprise but still eliciting a neediness in you as you push your body impossibly close to his, kissing him back with pent up fervour that has been brewing beneath your skin since he put on that leather jacket before leaving the flat hours ago. The residual alcohol and danger of the situation heightens your senses and you swear you could floatl from how euphoric you felt, Matty acting as your own personal drug, the taste of alcohol and smoke on his lips going straight to your head. A breathy laugh escapes your throat as you rest your head in the crook of his neck while he attacks yours with kisses and small bites that you just know will need to be extensively covered tomorrow.

“Matty someone will hear us” your voice hushed and restrained as you try your best to repress the wanton moan that has been threatening to spill from your lips since the moment he touched you at the bar.

He pulls back from your neck to deliver a quick and frenzied “Good. Let them. Once they see my beautiful girlfriend they’ll know why I couldn’t wait any longer” that is more panted than spoken into the side of your neck. His hands are like vices on your waist, forever squeezing and gripping at the skin there, as if no matter how much he touched you it would never be enough to satisfy him. His words elicit a whimper from your throat beyond your control, a knowing smirk into your neck being his response.

You move to return the favour, sucking dark bruises into his neck, his grunts and deep breaths from above you your own personal melody as your hands run through the long mop of hair on the top of his head, tugging on the strands then lightly scratching through the buzzed hairs on the sides, making sure to kiss the exposed skin behind his ear, knowing how it makes him crumble, this clear in the small restrained whimper that is only audible due to your extreme proximity; you two are practically one entity as you’re pressed up so closely together in this stall. Matty’s hands make quick work of sliding under your dress and ghosting over your ass, his fingers surprising you in their sudden desperation as they grope and squeeze at the skin there. His hips grind instinctively into yours, both of you sharing the same air as you gasp in synchronicity, normally you’d find something poetic in that action but your brain was so hazy with thoughts of Matty that nothing else would compute. Your skin burned with need for him and the more you kissed and licked at his skin the more your world began to centre around the delicious smokey smell that clung to his hands and his clothes, and you grow a little jealous at its ability to be in constant proximity to him, the smell lingering on him like it was inherent to his being, a factor you adored about him.

Your hands instinctively move to unbuckle his belt, however his lithe fingers move to shadow over your wrists, dropping a gentle kiss to your head “As much as I am desperate for you to do that darlin’, I will not be able to control myself if we go that far right now”. He kisses away the small pout that has formed on your lips, his nose momentarily nudging yours as he rests his forehead on yours “I promise I’ll make it up to us both when we get home but right now I’d rather not have both of us walk back to our friends and the rest of the pub smelling of sex, we’d never hear the end of it”. 

Your voice whispers in a poor attempt to hide your desperation and surprise at his audacity “That’s not fair Matty you’ve literally been eyefucking me all night and now you wanna be all responsible? You’re such a cockblock”. He barks out a laugh at this and threads his hands into your hair, pulling and stroking at the strands, “I’m being responsible. I’m trying out something new” he jests, dropping a quick kiss to your nose.

You drop your head to his chest, kissing the exposed ink that peeks out from the collar of his shirt. “I don’t know if I like it” you mumble with a smile, hands grabbing at any piece of him you can salvage. 

“You're so evil Matty, you’re such a tease”. He almost coos at your flustered state “Trust me I know the feeling sweetheart, it is taking every single ounce of self control I have to not flip up this excuse for a dress and have you against this wall until the only word you can say is my name”. 

You give an exasperated moan at this into his chest and hold onto him even tighter as warmth surges through you again. “You’re really not helping”, he huffs out another low laugh and lifts his finger to your chin, guiding you to look into his sparkling, lust-filled eyes, his voice earnest and seductive when he says “I promise, promise, I will make it up to you when we get home, trust me I need you too darlin’. It’s just if I didn’t touch you now I think I would have lost my mind at that pool table”. His hands now cradle your face like a precious piece of china, his slender thumb rubbing slowly across your cheek, the soothing action working to calm you both down from your shared frenzy. You lean into him again as your lips fit together, it’s a kiss filled with want and the hanging desire of what’s promised and you have to force yourself to pull away from him. You truly think he could steal all the air from your lungs and you’d let him, as long as you were kissing him you could die happy.

He gives you one last quick peck and fixes any of your smudged lipstick and smooths out any wrinkles on your dress, his hands ghosting over your skin a little longer than one would deem innocent. You too try to get him presentable, giggling as you wipe away the lipstick on his lips with your thumb and run your hands through his mohawk a few more times than necessary, loving the feeling of his dark locks passing through your fingers. 

Together you exit the bathroom, your skin already turning red with the fear that people will know what you’ve been up to. Matty tells you to wait by him while he orders another pitcher for the girls and drinks for himself and the boys, his hand absentmindedly grabbing yours while you wait at the bar, empathising with how embarrassed you must be feeling but also not so secretly revelling in it, his dominant streak momentarily taking over.

You pass through the door to outside once again, squinting at the sun that threatens your vision as you emerge. The girls whistle at your reappearance, giggles floating through the air at your flushed appearance and nervous smile. You avoid all the staring eyes, the boys too grinning knowingly in yours and Matty’s direction. You separate from him as you set the pitcher down at your shared table, your blush definitely giving away the answer to any question as to what you were up to.

 “Sorry for the wait guys, there was a queue” you hurry out, still refusing to make eye contact, knowing you’ll crack and start laughing as soon as you do. Charli laughs and nods unconvinced, her voice mockingly slow “Yeah, sure there was”. This sets the girls off laughing, you soon join in, your head falling to your hands in embarrassment. The boys too now looking over your direction and laughing, George patting Matty on the back, his cheeks now matching yours in their cherry pink state, the blush creeping all over your chest adding to pigment you’ve already gained from the sun’s heat. What you don’t see in your all-consuming fit of embarrassment is Hann reaching over to Matty’s neck to wipe off some remaining lipstick that stains there, his smile is infectious amongst the boys as they poke fun over Matty’s flustered state. Once you all recover from your fit of giggles you look up from your hands over to Matty who is, of course, already looking at you. He mouths the words "I’m so in love with you", his bright smile is back and so contagious that the blush on your cheeks immediately becomes immovable, a smile in your words too as you mouth back back, "I’m so in love with you too, Matty". His perfect smile graces your eyes as he returns to his game with the boys, his attention more focused on the game than before, his hands only ever leaving the cue to push the dark strands of hair that fall in front of his vision back into their assigned place. He only ever looks up to you every now and again to wink, an action filled with so much desire and expectation for when you get home, the subtlety making your whole body flush with excitement and the impatience to get back to the flat to see what awaits you grows even stronger.

[kaisfruit]

junkrat x lucio wholesome hcs PLEEAASEEE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

Boombox (Junkrat x Lucio) Wholesome HCs

A/N: IK THIS SAYS ANON BUT THIS IS MY BFF YALL THX U FOR REQUESTING POOKIE ILY <333 also this just kinda turned into boombox hcs in general im srry qwq warnings: junkrat is his own warning that's it

I'm just in love with them. I need to get over that first before I type ANYTHING

anyways-

Lucio staying up with Junkrat when Jamison is really into whatever he's working on at the moment

To be honest, seeing Lucio get tired makes him feel a bit bad and it ends with them both going to bed bc it's okay if Jamie is sleep deprived but it can't be his fault that Lucio is as well. That won't do at all!

And i see a lot of ppl being like "Lucio helps calm Jamie down <3"

BFFR

Lucio is an enabler.

Junkrat: BABE! WANNA SEE HOW MANY BOMBS IT TAKES FOR ME TO PASS OUT FROM SMOKE INHALATION? <3

Lucio: Hell yeah. Lemme get my phone

No one else is allowed to find the video funny tho

That's right. Lucio def notices how everyone in OW treats Jamie (idc im projecting here. WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO HIM IDC IF HE'S A CRIMINAL HE'S FUNNY)

DVa can maybe find it a bit funny, but that's cuz she gets BFF privileges

Lucio constantly hitting Junkrat with the "hold on, this song reminds me of you-"

Eventually he just makes a whole playlist

Junkrat has it blasting constantly in his workshop

That or he has every song by Lucio on shuffle

Now, Jamison's,,,talent,,, is a bit harder to show affection with

It took Lucio a long time to really grasp Jamie's love language, but now he knows that 99% of the time that Junk's bombs towards him are romantic

The other 1% are accidents and Lucio is the only person Junkrat apologizes to

He doesn't even do that for Roadhog, so this is a very rare honor

Junkrat is so on board with Lucio being a freedom fighter

"HELL YEAH! fuck the government! down with the enforcer! BLOW THEM UP!"

The enthusiasm is much appreciated, but Lucio does have to explain in detail what he's really fighting for

Junkrat's chaotic nature is just on board with anything

And, despite being the resident yapper of overwatch, he really does like listening to lucio telling him abt things he wasn't aware of while being in Australia

Lucio's telling him so ofc it has GOT to be important, yk?

Sorry this is all just such word vomit. They're my two mains and I just....love them both sm i cant

They're just such a chaotic duo together

Like yeah, Lucio is a pretty chill guy but god does Jamison bring out the worst in him sometimes. They're perfect for eachother

On the rare occasion, Lucio can get Junkrat to settle down long enough for cuddles <3 ofc the lad is still a bit twitchy but it helps him realize that maybe this isn't so bad

Lucio shows Junkrat a kind of love Jamison has never seen before and Junkrat helps Lucio learn that it's okay to lose his cool sometimes

They just compliment each other so well

TL;DR Lucio and Junkrat are so good for each other I will throw hands over this

[littlebimbosstuff]

I Want it All

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!reader

Warnings: Angsty, fluff, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, swearing, happy-ending, poorly written smut (It's my first time)

Word-Count: 1.9k

Summary: Being a long-time fuck buddy with Hogwarts' one and only Sirius Black leads to some unrequited feelings you can't hold in any longer. 

a/n—Hii! This is my first post, and I want to say it's my first time writing a fic in at least three years. It definitely needs some improvement, and this is a pretty basic concept for Sirius Black hurt/comfort fics, but IDC, I wanted to write one. Enjoy!!

As you sat in the library preparing for your upcoming N.E.W.T.s, a hand made its way over your eyes. Before the assailant even spoke, you knew who it was. The smell of smoke and mahogany only left one person. Sirius Black. 

“Hi Siri, is there anything I can do for you, or are you here to disrupt my studying?” you asked softly, laughing. His attitude was contagious; everyone’s mood lightened when he was in the room. 

He placed his hands atop the desk and rested his chin as he spoke. “Do I have to have a reason to come see you now, pet? Can’t I come to see my darling girl?” he asked as he dramatically draped his hand over his forehead. 

“No, I guess not,” you chirped, feeling butterflies in your stomach come to life. Sirius smiled and gently grazed your jawline with his fingers before opening his mouth to speak.

“Do I get to see you later on tonight? I’ve missed you, pet.” his lips hovering over your ears. Looking around before you answered.

“If you would like, I can come over.” 

“I would always like you to be in my bed, you know that.” He grinned. Merlin, how you hated that grin; one look, and he had you on your knees, willing to do anything. He silently stood up from his chair and kissed the crown of your head as he walked away. You watched as he left the library, silently wishing he wanted you outside his dorm's privacy. Wanting you as more than just a quick fuck. 

When you first started this situation-ship with Sirius, he had made two rules: 1. Call it off if you get into a relationship, and 2. NO STRINGS ATTACHED. While that was easy for the first few months, his eccentric personality drew you in over time. Making it harder and harder to keep the rules unbroken.

As you made your way from your dorm later that night, mentally preparing yourself to talk to Sirius about your “relationship,” you began to think about what he might say. If he would share the same feelings you felt for him, if he would throw you out before you got a chance to explain, and before you knew it, you were at his door. You knocked and heard shuffling after. The door opened to see Sirius half naked and ushering you into the room, muttering something about people possibly seeing you at his door. 

When you were in the room and the door shut, his lips were on yours in a bruising kiss. He held your face in his hands as he pushed his body on yours. You pulled away and began,

“Sirius-” only to be cut off by his lips once again. He moved the two of you to the bed until your knees bent at the edge of the bed. He let go and began removing your clothes, kissing every piece of skin he could reach. As he climbed to straddle you, he lifted his leg to allow your core to rest atop, gently increasing pressure. 

His hands roamed your body before coming down to cup your sex. He toyed with the band of your underwear before tugging them down your legs. Once you were fully uncovered, your eyes drifted away from his. If only you had seen the complete devotion and adoration on Sirius’s face.

“Merlin, you are gorgeous,” he purred as he dove his face between your thighs. Lapping at your sex, he gripped your hips to keep your writhing body down. Your hips began to buck as he brought you to your peak over and over again, just on his tongue. Before kissing the inside of your thigh once, gently nipping the tender flesh. He pushed himself up to climb atop you once more. “You are divine,” he spoke between soft kisses and gentle pants for air. 

He gripped himself before rutting his hips to run his tip through your folds. His cock was already tender, needy, and leaking from where he ground his narrow hips into the bed while pleasuring you. You both held in a breath as he guided himself to your entrance. His jaw clenched as he pushed home. Your eyes rolled back at the stretch, and sighed once his hips were flush with yours. 

“Fuck, darling.” he panted into your neck as you pushed a hand into his hair, gripping him closer. Your bodies worked and moved together as one to drive you both to the precipice of pleasure. As you both drove closer and closer to the peak, Sirius gave a low groan that trailed off into a whimper, “Gods, please cum for me, darling. I need to feel you.” with that, he drew his hand lower and began to play with your clit, his hips never stopping their rhythm. You cried out, your hands gripping Sirius’s back as your legs began to tremble, leaving red marks in your wake. With the beginning of your orgasm, Sirius also reached his tipping point, faltering yet still chasing that pleasure. Riding you both through the aftershocks of your pleasure, Sirius all but melted into you. As he slowly regained his ability to think, he gently pushed himself off of your quaking body to lay next to you.

As he lay beside you panting, you looked over at him and admired his beauty. Red-faced, sweating, and thoroughly out of breath, he was still the most beautiful man you had seen. Your thoughts trailed back to the conversation you wanted to have with him before you became derailed. You let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in before speaking. 

“Sirius, I’m not sure we should continue this,” you said gently, not wanting to hurt your heart more than you already had. His head whipped over to face you, and he looked shocked and almost sad. He opened his mouth to speak before closing it, trying to compose his thoughts. 

“Was it something I did? Was the sex not good? Is there someone else? Please, pet. I can be better, I promise.” His voice shook as he looked to you for an answer. 

“Siri, no, there is no one else. The sex is more than amazing, and it's nothing that you did; I just–” you began as he cut you off once again. 

“Then why? I thought everything was going great.” he swallowed hard.

“It is, but, I– I broke one of the rules. I can’t keep doing this if it doesn’t mean anything to you. After all, it means something to me because– shit, it means the most to me. I love doing this with you, but I want to be with you. I don’t want to be a late-night thought or a piece of ass that keeps your bed warm. I want to be something– mean something to someone, and I know that you don’t feel the same way, so that is fine.” You smiled sadly as your eyes watered. As you slowly rose from the bed where your now former lover sat, you could not say anymore as the tears rushed over the apples of your cheeks. As you began dressing, you failed to notice the hurt etched into Sirius’ face. 

As you made your way out of the dorm, Sirius came out of shock. He cursed himself over how he wanted to confirm feelings for you and how he also wanted you as more but was too cowardly to say it. You were the first person who made him feel as though he was worthy of love. Yes, he had many fans in Hogwarts, including his best friends, the Marauders, but you made him feel special, and he didn’t know how to come to terms with that. 

Over the next few days, you mostly kept to yourself, occasionally talking with your friends, but you could feel the hole left in your heart by Sirius. You felt overwhelmingly lonely on a Friday evening after dinner, as this was when you and Sirius would hang out. Not for sex, but rather, you would sneak off to the kitchens and have a late-night snack. It broke your train of thought as you reminisced over what could have been a knock at your dorm door. You lazily made your way out of your bed to see who was at the door.

“Love– you probably don’t want to see me, but we need to talk. Please?” Sirius asked as you saw him in your doorway. As your eyes met, he continued, “I wanted to talk to you about the other day. I– I didn’t get a chance to explain,” he held your gaze until he physically could not any longer.

“Sirius, honestly, I’m fine. I know that you had your boundaries, and I broke them. I understand that you don’t feel the same way. You don’t have to apologize for that,” you told him. He opened his mouth to say something before closing it again. 

“But what I am trying to tell you is that I feel the same way. At least I think I do,” he spoke softly as if to a scared animal. “I don’t know about relationships. I’ve never actually been in one, but I do know that you make me feel things that I’ve never felt before, and if you give me a chance and a little leeway, I want to be with you. That is if you will have me.” He asked quietly. 

“Wait– So you want me for more than just sex?” you asked, trying to get a deeper understanding. 

“Yes, I want you in ways I don’t even understand.” He answered, his eyes trained on the floor as if he were being scolded. 

“You want to be my boyfriend and don’t want to keep us a secret?” you asked, attempting to hide your smile. He nodded. “We can tell people? And stay the night at each other's dorms?” You could not hide your smile now as he nodded.

“I want to be yours in any and every way; I want you so much that I don’t understand it. I want to take you on nice dates and have picnics at the black lake. I want you to read me your books that I don’t understand. Merlin love– I would be content just sitting next to you as you studied in the library. I want to shout in the halls how you are mine; I just want you.” he looked up to see your beaming face despite silent tears running down your cheeks. 

You quickly held him close with all you had as you muttered into his chest, “Merlin, why didn’t you say anything when I first told you? Could’a saved all of this heartache, you twat.” You could feel him hold the back of your head as he chuckled softly. 

“Honestly, I was in shock, and if I could do anything different, I would have gone after you once you left,” he said before gently kissing the crown of your head. “I want you if you will have me,” he spoke into your hair. He sounded almost scared for an answer, although he already knew it in his heart. 

“Yes– It’s always a yes. I want you. I want it all with you.” You answered before kissing his chest. You stood content in his arms, and he gripped you closer.

[littldog]

// weed, // kinda meanie xiao :( he calls u a good girl ^_^ // fem reader // he burns u wit his joint lol

this is my first work!! im rly bad as i never done it before but i wanted to get this out:3 ill make a part 2 if any of u want it!! || dni minors ||

stoner xiao who wants his darling to smoke with him, no matter how hard they beg him to stop, he wont budge!! he wants his darling to feel good like him!! he’ even got you à pretty piece for u to smoke out of!! like a hello kitty pipe or bong, and pink rolling papers!!^_^

when ur sitting on his lap while hes rolling a joint at his desk, energy drink cans all over his desk makes u whine at the mess, you always tell him how much you hate the mess!! but he doesnt care. if its a problem, u should clean it then. turning around to put ur hands over ur chest, puffing ur cheeks, he notices ur sudden attitude and sighs,

“what’s with you?” he speaks, eyes not moving from the joint in his hands as he finishes rolling it, taking the joint into his hands, he looks into ur eyes with a smirk. “lick here.” voice stern, not wanting to have to repeat himself.

you dont move, no word escapes your lips as you look at him with confused eyes, tilting your head to the side. “what?” you ask, a hinge of bitchiness in ur words makes him scoff and roll his eyes.

“are you dumb? i said lick.” he moves the joint closer to ur lips. when you dont stick ur tongue out, he rolls his eyes, using his free hand to use two fingers to put into ur mouth, tugging on ur tongue. you whine when u feel the cool contact of the pads of his fingers touch ur warm muscle, instinctively, you start licking at his fingers instead of the paper.

“the paper, not my fingers, dumb bitch. have i not fucked enough sense into you?” he spoke bluntly, removing the fingers from your mouth, he uses that hand to smack your cheek, squishing your cheeks together cooing at you when he hears your whines. “you’re so so so cute baby.” he hums, rubbing your red cheek ‘n smiling softly, a sigh coming past his lips. “do you understand what i mean? i said lick the paper, please.” he spoke softly, still, with a stern tone.

you whined softly ‘n nodded, giving little kitten licks to the paper infront of ur face, trying to avoid eye contact with him as you licked, too embarrassed to stare at him while ur tongue is lapping at the paper that keeps the joint together.

“wasn’t that hard, was it? good girl.” xiao caressed ur thigh with his free hand, running circles along ur soft skin which made u whine, ur hips stuttering on his lap.

you hum at the pet name, feeling goosebumps rise on ur skin as he touched ur thighs, lookin down to see him playing with the thigh highs you love to wear for him, they were pink with white lace at the top, the fabric tight on ur skin to make ur thighs slightly pool over the thin fabric. xiao loved it. xiao is 100% a thigh guy idc he loves thighs especially fat ones

a minute or two passes that he’s been playing with your thighs, earning small whines n whimpers from you as he snapped the fabric back so it hits ur skin, the skin slowly turning red from how tight the fabric is against ur plush flesh. xiao hums, picking up the joint from his desk as he seemed to forgot about it, your body distracted him so much from what he was meant to do :( you’re so mean to him!!

xiao holds the joint between his lips, fetching the lighter from the drawer in his desk, he lights the joint, taking a drag as ur still seated on his lap. he laughed slightly as the smoke hit ur face, making you whine and hit his chest with ur fists. “stop! i already told you i dont like it..” xiao scoffs at ur protests, mocking ur whines. he takes the joint between his lips again, taking a long hit and blowing it into ur face again, watching the way ur eyebrows furrow, ur lips form into a pout and trying to escape his grasp he had on ur hips.

“stop moving. i bought you cute shit too and u dont even use it, you just bitch ‘n whine.” xiao tsked, placing the joint down into the ashtray, his hand that was once holding the joint, now on ur hip. “why not, too much of a baby to handle it?”

you shake ur head repeatedly at his remark, bouncing on his lap slowly as you keep whining. “ ‘m not! jus don’t like… the smell..” you spoke softly, looking into his eyes, they were starting to droop and turn red, the weed hitting him pretty quickly. you have to admit, he did look very pretty in this state, the way his eyes were lidded, ‘n the way his voice was softer, raspy, making you fall more in love with him. sure, you didnt really like how he always smoked, maybe he was right. you could try it!! he did buy u pretty pieces too…

but you’re not a baby!! u wanna prove him wrong n show him u can be jus like him!! it took u a minute to really think about if you should do it or not, like there was a devil and an angel on ur shoulder. you sigh and take the joint from the tray, hands shaking slightly as u hold it to ur lips, taking a small hit, you breath the smoke into ur lungs, coughing as it escapes your lips, earning a small chuckle from xiao as he watches your reaction to the smoke.

xiao looked at you with wide eyes, seeing as you took the joint from the ash tray and in between ur lips. he tsked as he took the joint from ur hands, seeing as there was now lip gloss stained on it.

“wasn’t that bad was it huh? how do you feel baby.” xiao looked at ur dazed expression, chucking softly as ur face turned red from all the coughing you’ve done, handing you a bottle of water from his desk. “here, i didn’t even tell you to do it, guess all that talk has gotten into ur skull finally, huh?” you nod while drinking the water, an “aah” sound coming from ur lips as u downed the water, resting ur head onto his chest, feeling his heartbeat against ur ears, lulling you into a state of calm.

xiao used one hand to rub ur back, adjusting himself in his gamer chair so you two could sit comfortably, the other hand holds the joint back to his lips, taking a long drag. drag after drag, he taps ur thigh, tryin to get ur attention. “you want another? almost done. prolly can get one or two more puffs out this.” he asks, you shake your head n whine, lifting ur head to look him in the eyes, bloodshot eyes meeting his, making him chuckle at ur expression. “oh baby, you’re gone huh. and you only had one hit. such a baby..” xiao coos, pinching ur cheek with his fingers. he took the last two hits from the joint, throwing his head back as the thc was flowing thru his bloodstream, tilting his head to the side. you take note of his neck on full display, n take advantage of it. you smirk slightly n lift ur head up, latching your lips onto his jaw, suckling on the soft skin, earning a groan from the man under you. “fuck… stop doin” that.” xiao mumbles, ashing the joint onto ur thigh, which made u flinch n lift ur head up to meet his eyes.

“w-what the fuck, xiao?!” you whimpered loudly, rubbing ur hand into ur thigh, trying to ease the burning pain on ur leg.

it only made his smirk grow wider to see your reaction, you used to beg him to mark you, hit you, hurt you. but now you’re complaining? what’s gotten into you lately? does xiao need to fuck more sense into you, that you belong to him? only he can do these things to you?

part 2? ^_^