#just had to whine about it for a moment before i continue being so brave.. bless her she only made this bc has to watch me painstakingly

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i’ve never been much of a picky eater but for suhoor there are only about 2 and a half things i can stomach .. and of course i cleared the plate but lord tonight my mum preemptively made plain porridge with banana (and served it on a PLATE)? shivers down my spine

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Filthy Cute

Summary: You and Harry are in a secret relationship, and you get a little jealous when you think he’s flirting with your friend.

Warnings: age gap, forbidden relationship, smut, spanking, possessiveness, oral sex, dirty talk, fingering, edging, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink. 18+ ONLY!

Word Count: 6918

Author's Notes: This is a little bit of a twist on the older!harry trope. This is lhh but he’s older and he’s not a CEO or super rich, but a musician who’s already had his moment in the spotlight. While there are no specific ages given, y/n is still living with her parents after college, and Harry is somewhere in his 30s. The title is taken from a lyric of the Prince song “Cream”.

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“Ugh, I’m tired!” whined Piper. “How much longer do we have to be here?”

Pulling your phone out of your back pocket, you checked the time. “Just thirty minutes left.”

Piper continued to pout as she leaned against the brick wall. Since nine that morning, the two of you had been out in the blistering heat washing cars with a handful of other girls for the college dance team fundraiser. While you had already graduated, Piper was still attending and one of the stars of the team, so you agreed to help out when she asked you.

Grabbing your water bottle, you’d chugged about half of it when you heard Piper shout. “Oh my God! It’s that guy!”

“What guy?” you turned your head to see a familiar car pulling up in front of the building next to the car wash.

“That guy that lives down your street. That rockstar guy.”

You almost choked when you saw the long-haired man climb out of the black car. Harry. Your boyfriend. Well…sort of boyfriend. The two of you had secretly been seeing each other for the last three months. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your friends because the relationship was pretty taboo to say the least. He was quite a bit older than you, and with you still living at home, just barely out of school, you knew your parents wouldn’t approve. You’d both agreed to keep it secret for the time being, and to be honest, you found it even more thrilling because of it.

“He must be getting some froyo,” Piper commented as you watched Harry open the door to the yogurt shop. “Nice car, too. I wonder if he needs a wash.”

As though he heard her, Harry pulled his sunglasses off his eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of the both of you. Piper bravely waved at him, and you saw his lips curl up, his dimples dipping in his cheeks. Your stomach flipped when you noticed him release the door from his hand and set his shades on his head, holding back his long hair like a headband. Then in long strides, he walked toward you.

“Hi ladies,” he greeted.

“Hi,” Piper tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “Need a car wash?”

“Maybe,” Harry chuckled. “What’s it for?”

“We’re trying to raise money for the State University Dance Team.”

“The university has a dance team?” Harry raised a brow. His gaze shifted to you, though you weren’t the one speaking. You simply smiled at him as his eyes silently said what your insides did.

“Of course!” Piper giggled. “I’m the captain!”

“Oh!” Harry returned his attention to her, giving her a salute. “Well then, Captain, where shall I park my boat?”

You watched your friend turn bright red as she tried her best not to laugh too loudly. “Over there in that spot would be great,” she pointed.

“Right then. I’ll be right back,” Harry winked which only added to Piper’s giggles.

You caught the gleam in Harry’s eyes before he turned toward his car, unlocking it with the key fob. Then rolling your own eyes, you grabbed your bucket and brought it to the hose to fill it.

“He’s really hot up close,” remarked Piper as she stood next to you. You felt your skin prickle. Of course he was. You knew this firsthand. But you weren’t about to tell her that. “Isn’t he like forty or something?”

A laugh burst from your throat then, unavoidably. “No. He’s…in his thirties…I think.”

“Whatever,” Piper shrugged. “He looks good.”

As Harry pulled up the drive and into the spot Piper had indicated, you quickly grabbed your sponge and got to washing his car, before he even got out.

“Woah, quick little thing, you are,” he said when you saw his boot hit the pavement next to you.

“Y/N, that’s rude!” Piper hissed just as Harry shut his door. “Sorry about that, Mr…”

“Styles. But please, call me Harry,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Alright, Harry,” your friend beamed, shaking his hand. “I’m Piper.”

“Lovely to meet you, Piper. And you’re…Y/N?” he pointed at you.

You rolled your eyes again at his blatant attempt to pretend he didn’t know you. You supposed it was for the best, but you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. At what exactly, you weren’t sure.

“Yes,” you nodded, scrubbing his rear fender.

“And you’re both on the dance team?” Harry gestured.

“No, Y/N’s not,” said Piper as she bent over to wet her sponge in her bucket. “Just me…and the rest of my team there. Y/N’s already graduated, but she’s my bestie so she was sweet enough to volunteer.”

“That was very kind of you.” You looked up to see a sincere expression on his face. You smiled, earning one back from him.

“Well this will take a little while, Mr. Sty- I mean, Harry,” Piper blushed. “We have waters and sodas over there in that cooler if you want anything to drink while you wait.”

“Actually, I was thinking of grabbing something next door.”

“Oh,” Piper nodded. “Perfect.”

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Harry waved, giving you what seemed like an extra long stare before turning for the yogurt shop.

“Hey, is this the last car of the day?” another one of the girls, Ana, called out as she walked toward you. The SUV she and two other girls had been washing pulled out of the parking lot, looking shiny and new.

“Yeah, I think so,” you said. “Wanna give us a hand?”

“Of course, the sooner we can get out of here, the better! I’m starved!”

Ana waved over the other girls, and before you knew it, the teamwork had paid off and Harry’s car was sparkling.

“Thanks so much, guys,” you said. “I appreciate your help.”

“Yeah, good job ladies!” cheered Piper, giving the other three high fives. “You can go if you want. We’ll wait here for our payment and we’ll clean up the buckets and stuff.”

The rest of the team thanked you for participating, giving you hugs. You all giggled when your wet shirts wanted to cling together.

“Well, what do you think?” asked Piper with a grin. “Do you think Mr. Styles will be pleased?”

You stood back to admire your work. “Yeah, I think-”

“I think he’ll be very pleased,” you heard a voice say.

Lifting your eyes, you saw Harry walking up the drive, a froyo cup in each hand, a grin on his handsome face.

“Excellent job, ladies,” he said, stepping closer to you and Piper. “I reckon you’ve earned a treat.”

You nearly choked at his words, suddenly in a fit of coughs. That was one of his phrases he used with you in bed when you’d “been a good girl” as he put it. Piper eyed you with wide eyes of her own, urging you to stop coughing until you reached for a water from the table.

“You alright, Y/N?” asked Harry. “Was it something I said?”

After guzzling half the bottle, you looked at him with narrowed eyes and a set jaw. He smirked, knowing full well what he was doing before turning back to Piper.

“Anyway, I do intend to pay, don’t worry,” he chuckled holding out a cup of vanilla with sprinkles. “Just wanted to give you two a little extra for your hard work.”

“Wow, thanks Mr. Styles,” beamed Piper as she took the yogurt from him.

“Harry, please,” he insisted.

“Harry…” she smiled wide.

You didn’t miss the way she shifted her weight onto her right hip and tilted her head at him. You also didn’t miss the way Harry’s eyes landed on her wet t-shirt, the damp material clinging to her chest and revealing the outline of her bra. Then spooning a bit of the froyo, Piper stuck out her tongue and met the spoon with it, giving it a not-so-subtle suck.

Clearing your throat, you set down your water bottle. Harry turned to you, holding out his other hand.

“For you, love,” he said.

Your hands grazed each other as you took your cup, Harry’s pinky finger locking around yours for just a moment before he let go.

“Thanks,” you muttered.

“You’re very welcome,” he said.

The chill of the frozen yogurt instantly cooled you and made you calm - that is until Harry reached for his wallet and pulled out some cash.

“Um…I suppose I give this to the captain?” he asked.

“Mmm, yes, I’ll take that, thank you!” squealed Piper, popping the spoon from her mouth and quickly taking the bills from him. Then she stopped, her jaw wide open as she gasped. “Mr. Styles! This is two twenties! The car wash is only five!”

Harry shrugged, a smug expression on his handsome face. “Consider it a contribution.”

“Wow! Thank you Mr. S-, I mean…Harry. That’s really sweet of you.”

You didn’t miss the way Piper batted her lashes at him, nor the way he responded silently with a wink. Deciding you’d had enough of this awkward little show, you set down your yogurt cup and pulled out your phone.

“Hey Piper, I’m getting an Uber now,” you announced. “We should probably finish cleaning up.”

“Oh,” she blinked, looking over at you as though she’d forgotten you were there. “Yeah, okay.”

“Wait, an Uber?” Harry glared at you, then back at your friend.

“Yeah, I know it’s kinda funny for us to do a car wash when neither of us have a car of our own,” Piper chuckled. “But you know, broke college girl here. And Y/N sometimes drives her mom’s car, but she needed it today.”

Although Harry knew your vehicle situation already, you shrugged.

“Oh, well c’mon, we can’t have you spending money when I have a car right here. I’d be happy to drive you ladies home.”

“Seriously?” Piper beamed.

“Of course. I was headed home anyway. I have no other plans.”

You looked at Piper who looked at you with wide eyes. “If you don’t mind waiting a few minutes,” you pointed out. “We just have to clean up.”

“Yeah, plus we have to bring the buckets and cooler and stuff with us. Is that okay?” added Piper.

“No problem at all,” said Harry. “I’ll go ahead and load the ice chest into the boot.”

You couldn’t help but smile as your handsome boyfriend opened his trunk and lifted the heavy cooler, his muscles flexing. Just as your mind started thinking of the things you hoped he would do with those muscles later, Piper knocked your shoulder with hers, getting your attention.

“Look at him, he’s so hot and lean!” she breathed through her teeth. “I wanna climb him like a tree.”

Part of you wanted to snap at her that he was yours and not up for grabs, but you knew better. Instead, you reached for a bucket to rinse out just as he slammed the trunk shut.

“Ready when you are, ladies,” Harry announced. “I’ll get the a/c going so you won’t die of a heat stroke.”

“I think I’m already dying,” Piper fanned herself as she crouched down to scrub the other bucket.

Once the buckets and sponges were all rinsed out, you turned off the hose while Piper carried them to Harry’s car, opening the back door. You heard them laughing as you made your way to the passenger side.

“All done,” you declared when you noticed Piper had already claimed the front seat. Sliding into the back next to the buckets, you quickly buckled your seatbelt before lifting your eyes to catch Harry’s looking at you in the rearview mirror.

“Wanna put your address in the GPS there, Piper?” he directed as he pulled out of the lot.

Once Piper had done as instructed, you sat back and listened as the two of them somehow slipped into an easy, casual conversation about school and the dance team. Your friend then asked Harry if he was a musician to which he chuckled.

“I am, yeah,” he smirked.

“Ooh, I thought so. Are you like a rockstar?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

“Eh, I wouldn’t say that. I was in a band. We made a few records.”

“Would I know any of your songs?” Piper inquired.

“Maybe. Depends on what you listen to.”

“Do you have any you could play for us?”

You groaned, hoping to God he didn’t. Not that his music wasn’t any good. On the contrary - you thought it was remarkable. But just like Harry himself, you weren’t ready to share any part of him with anyone else just yet. He was yours alone, and you wanted to keep it that way.

Harry laughed, “Not on me, sorry.”

You caught the pout on Piper’s lips which made you grin. You quickly wiped the smile off your face though when Piper turned to look at you.

“Should I ask him to sing for us?”

Before you could reply, Harry chuckled harder, shaking his head. “I’m afraid the answer would be no, love.”

“Aww, why not?” Piper whined.

“Because…” he paused, his eyes catching yours in the rearview again. “I don’t perform on the spot.” Then he looked at Piper. “Not without my guitar, at least.”

“Bummer,” Piper sighed, sitting back in her seat. “Sorry, Y/N, looks like Mr. Styles isn’t a real rockstar after all.”

“What?” Harry snorted.

“I guess you just look like one,” Piper quipped.

Harry scoffed, shaking his head. But you noticed the dimples in his cheeks and the gleam in his eye. He was loving the attention.

Fortunately, just at that moment, the GPS directed Harry to turn right into Piper’s neighborhood. Then making a quick left, and another right, he pulled into her parents’ driveway. Opening the trunk, he quickly retrieved the cooler, setting it down on the pavement. Piper grabbed the buckets from the back seat next to you, giving you a look.

“I’ll call you later,” she mouthed.

You simply nodded. She thanked you again for helping out before shutting the door. You heard her thank Harry as he dragged the cooler up the driveway and onto the carport where he stopped and gave her a hug. You didn’t miss the way he pulled her close when she threw her arms around him. You pretended to be inspecting your nails when he returned to the car and slid in behind the wheel.

“Do you wanna get in the front seat now?” he asked you.

“No,” you replied curtly, gazing out the window.

“What? Why not?”

Sighing through your nose, you lifted your eyes. “She’s still watching,” you muttered.

“Oh,” Harry sounded, stealing a glance back at Piper. “So. You can still come sit up here beside me.”

“It’s okay,” you said.

Shifting the car into reverse, Harry stretched his arm across the back of the passenger seat, his expression berating, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Something wrong with you, Y/N?” he asked as he backed out of the driveway. Then shifting into drive, he gave a quick wave to Piper who waved back before heading down her street.

“No.”

“Y/N?” His jade eyes met yours again in the rearview mirror as he turned onto the main road. You rode in silence for a minute or two before he said your name again. “Y/N. What is it, kitten?”

You scoffed at his pet name for you, the sound of it from his lips making you even more perturbed. How dare he use it now after what he’d just so blatantly done in front of you!

“What the fuck was that?” you blurted, the jealousy that had been boiling in your gut finally making its way to your mouth.

“What was what?”

“That!”

“Wh- you’ll have to be more specific, love. What is that?”

“There are no specifics. It was the whole afternoon. Ever since you arrived! You were fucking flirting with her the entire time! Right in front of me!”

“I was not!”

“Yes you were! Don’t try to deny it, Harry! I was there. I saw it with my own eyes!”

You saw Harry’s shoulders shake as he was no doubt laughing silently at your expense. Asshole.

“Y/N, I was not flirting with your friend. If anything, she was coming on to me.”

“But you let her,” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest again in defiance.

“What was I supposed to do, kitten? Tell her about us? I know that’s not what you want.”

“No,” you shook your head. “But you didn’t have to act like you enjoyed it.”

Harry chuckled, slipping his sunglasses back over his eyes. You scowled, knowing he did that on purpose so you couldn’t see his expression and if he was looking at you.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N. I’ve told you I’m yours, that you’re the only one I care about. I can’t help it if your cute friend decided to flirt with me.”

“So, you admit you thought she was cute.”

Harry’s condescending laugh rang throughout the car as he made a left turn. “I’m not even going to respond to that, kitten. I did nothing wrong. I helped out you and your friend with her little charity thing. It was a nice thing to do. And I offered you both a ride because it’s also a nice thing to do.”

“You know, you don’t always have to be so goddamn charming,” you huffed.

“And you don’t have to be such a brat.”

Even with his shades on, you could tell he was getting angry with you. Fine, you thought. Let him. You’d been angry ever since he’d shown up.

When he turned onto your street, you noticed he didn’t slow down when he approached your house.

“You- you passed my house,” you commented.

“Not taking you home,” said Harry.

You huffed as he kept driving and only slowed when he neared his own driveway. Biting your lip, you watched him pull into the garage, put the car in park and turn off the engine. Slipping off his shades, he eyed you in the mirror before exiting the car and walking around to your side.

“Get out,” he commanded when he opened your door. When you didn’t, he held out his hand. “C’mon, kitten, don’t make Daddy angry.”

You gazed up at him then, your eyes wide. You only used the D word in the bedroom. Was he planning to take you there now? Hesitantly, you took his hand and let him help you out of the car. When he slammed the door shut, you noticed his jaw was set, his brows knitted again. Dropping your hand, he headed for the door, pushing the button to close the garage.

Once inside, he dropped his keys on the kitchen counter, and with his back to you, he opened the refrigerator to grab a beer, guzzling half of it before shutting the door. You wondered for a moment why he’d driven you to his place and made you get out of the car if he was just going to give you the silent treatment. But when he turned to face you, his expression stoic, you worried he was even angrier than you’d thought.

“You’re a brat, Y/N. You know that, yeah?”

“No, I-”

“Don’t talk back to me. You know I’m right.” Setting the beer on the counter, he walked toward you.

“I wasn’t trying to be a brat, Harry,” you argued, your emotions building up in your throat. “I didn’t like seeing you…looking at Piper…the way you look at me.”

“Are you serious, kitten?” Harry tilted his head. “There is no fucking way I was-”

“Well it seemed like it to me!” you exclaimed, your fists at your sides.

“C’mere!” Harry shouted, grabbing your arm. He led you through the living room, down the hall to his bedroom. “Do you need me to prove that I’m only looking at you?”

Sitting down on the bed, Harry wiggled his finger, beckoning you.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Bend over. Brats deserve a spanking.”

You simply stared him in disbelief, not moving an inch.

“C’mon, little girl,” he demanded. “You must be punished.”

“Harry, I-”

“Nope. Not Harry. You don’t get to call me that when you’re being a brat.”

A whimper rose from your throat. He was really planning on spanking you. To prove a point? You weren’t sure exactly.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whispered before bending over his lap.

You felt his big hand slide up your thigh, to the edge of your denim shorts. When it reached your ass, you flinched, bracing yourself for the smack.

“You know why Daddy has to do this, don’t you, kitten?” Harry voiced as he held you down with his other arm across your back.

“Y-yes, sir,” you replied shakily.

“Why?”

“Because…I was bad.”

“Very bad. Not only were you a jealous little brat, but you talked back to me. You even shouted at me. We can’t have that.”

The first blow surprised you, a quick slap on your denim-covered rear end that made you jump. 

“I do nothing but show you how special you are to me, how valuable. I respect your wishes to keep our relationship secret. I’m not seeing anyone else. It’s just you, kitten. But you decide that’s not good enough for you. You have to find jealousy where there is none to find.”

Another spank, harder than the first one had you gripping the bedding in front of you. “I-I’m sorry, D-daddy.”

“If anyone’s jealous, it should be me,” Harry continued. “I’m jealous that I don’t get to flaunt you in public, show everyone you’re my sweet, beautiful princess. I’m jealous of everyone that gets to be with you all the time, the way I wanna be.”

Your eyes began to water when Harry spanked you again, a little lower on your bum, close to your thigh. That one stung, and was sure to leave a mark. However, the tears may have also been from hearing his confession. He’d never told you that before. You assumed he wanted the relationship secret.

You heard his breath hitch after he spanked you once more, his hand rubbing the tender flesh that he’d just heated underneath the hem of your shorts. Though you waited for another spank, you were surprised when none came, and instead, Harry’s hand continued to fondle your delicate skin. When his thumb grazed the edge of your panties, pushing the slender strip of fabric between your legs to the side, your toes instantly curled as you anticipated his next move. You felt him remove his hand for a moment, only to return with wet fingers which he swiftly used to lubricate your folds. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips as you hiked up your hips for better friction.

But Harry was having none of that. “Shh. Be quiet,” he scolded.

Biting your lip, you remained still and silent as Harry resumed his petting. Then ever so gently, he slipped just his fingertips into your already pulsing hole. You gripped the bedspread underneath you, wishing there was a pillow or something to bite, to muffle the moans that were coming, and more that were sure to soon follow.

“This sweet little pussy is mine,” he declared, “I’ve claimed it. But you don’t seem to understand what that means.”

Sliding his wet fingers deeper into you, even wetter now from your juices, he groaned. You swallowed hard, trying your damnedest not to make a sound, but it was difficult. He always knew exactly where to touch you, how deep and with just the right amount of pressure. When he began to pump his hand faster, you clawed at his thigh underneath you, breathing hard and jagged through your nose.

“It means I’m yours too, kitten. That Daddy worships you and your sweet, tight cunt. And I don’t want anyone else’s. I wanna watch you writhe underneath me, or on top of me just like this. Because you’re Daddy’s filthy cute little kitten.”

A deep moan rose to your throat before you could stop it, escaping your lips like a bubble. You knew if he kept this up you would come soon.

But just as you thought you might explode, your stomach tight and your core clenching, Harry stopped and pulled out his fingers. You whined against the bed, the absence of his fingers cause a severe ache between your legs.

“Daddy?” you dared to whisper through a panting breath.

But Harry didn’t reply. Instead, he spanked you again, hard against your pussy. Punishment, that’s what this was. You should have known he wouldn’t let you come, not just yet. He hadn’t proven his point yet. You laid there quiet, waiting for his next move.

“On your knees,” you suddenly heard him say.

Sliding off the bed, you knelt before him on the floor, your eyes wide and pleading. Removing his boots, Harry wasted no time unbuttoning his jeans, rising from the bed to push them down. You could already see the outline of his erection through his briefs as he stood gazing down at you.

“You know what I want you to do,” he said, his eyelids already heavy, his arousal apparent.

You nodded, unsure if you were allowed to speak. But when you reached for his underwear, he grabbed your hand, stopping you.

“This is not part of the punishment, kitten,” Harry conveyed. “I just want you to show me you want only me, just like I want only you.”

You nodded again as you pulled down his briefs, his hard cock springing free in front of your face. You blinked as you felt yourself blush. Even though you’d had him in your mouth and your pussy several times now, his lovely, thick penis never failed to excite you.

Taking it in your hand, you squeezed gently, preparing to lubricate it. But again, Harry stopped you, cupping your chin to look up at him.

“Show me how much you appreciate it, baby. How much you love having it in your mouth, just like the filthy little girl you are. You can do that, can’t you, love? You can speak now.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you replied emphatically.

“You like to make me feel good don’t you?” Harry asked as you spit on the tip and began stroking him.

“Very much,” you smiled.

“Yeah…” Harry hitched a breath as you stuck out your tongue and brought his hard cock to meet it, wetting the underside. Then he dragged his fingers through your hair, urging you to take him deeper.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you sucked him, earning another gasp from him. Then bringing your free hand up, you gently held onto his hip while you gave your jaw a break, licking around his shaft in circles.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned. “You’re so good at this, kitten. Such a filthy cute girl, you are. And you love it don’t you?”

Your eyes met him as you enveloped your lips around him once again. Humming in agreement, you took him deeper, knowing he always praised you when you did.

“Yes, you love sucking on my big, hard cock, don’t you princess? Taking it so deep, so well. Fuck, you’re an angel.”

As you continued, Harry sighed, removing his shirt and letting it fall beside you. Then with a big groan, he tangled his fingers in your hair again, gently thrusting his hips. You felt your eyes water as you took him the deepest you ever had, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged for just a moment, popping off of him to swallow and do it again. Harry seemed pleased.

“That’s enough, baby,” you heard him say, his voice low and raspy. “I need to fuck that tight little cunt now.”

You gazed up at him, an easy grin on your face, your saliva sticking to the tip of his bulbous head.

“Yes, Daddy,” you nodded, happy to move on to the next step. Your pussy was throbbing, and you knew if you didn’t feel him inside you soon, you’d perish.

Stepping out if his jeans and underwear, Harry reached for you, lifting your arms to remove your shirt. Then he pulled you into a deep kiss, fucking your mouth with his tongue. You sucked on it with a moan, earning one from him as well.

“Tell me, baby,” he murmured as he unfasted your bra and hastily reached for your shorts. “Tell me how much you love my cock - how badly you need it.”

“I love it so much, Daddy,” you declared hurrying to remove your shoes. “It’s so big. And you fuck me so good.”

“Do you think about it when you’re not with me?” Harry asked.

“All the time,” you nodded, gasping when his finger slipped inside your panties. “Please, Daddy…I need it. I need it all the time…”

“‘s that why you’re always wet like this?” he smirked, his calloused fingertip rubbing sensually against your clit. “Always ready for me, hmm?”

“Yes.”

“That makes me feel good, kitten. I like knowing you’re thinking about me.”

“Only you, Daddy.”

In once swift movement, Harry grabbed you and lifted you up and around to the bed. Laying you down, he pulled down your already soaking panties, tossing them next to your shoes.

You stared at him as he hovered over you, his hard cock knocking against your stomach. You started to slide your hands up his arms until he stopped you with one hand. You frowned, worried that his punishment was not over after all.

“You can touch me later, princess,” he informed you, pinning down your wrists. “Right now you’re just going to take my cock, every bit of it. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you blinked.

“Tell me how it feels. I wanna hear it from your filthy little mouth. But do not come until I say you can. Alright?”

You let out a small whimper before nodding. “Yes, sir.”

Before he even entered you, you knew his request was going to be difficult. Sex with Harry was nothing if not incredible. He always made you come, and sometimes with multiple orgasms. Why he even doubted how much you enjoyed it and thought about it when he wasn’t around was surprising to you. You felt like it was completely obvious, regardless of your words of praise. But if that’s what he wanted now, you were more than happy to oblige. It was just going to be so hard not to come. And you realized it tenfold as soon as you felt his big, hard cock enter you slowly.

“Mmm, Daddy…” you purred.

“Yes, kitten,” Harry chuckled low. Peppering kisses along your neck and jaw, he bucked his hips, hitting the magic spot.

“You’re so big,” you gasped. “Fuck, you fill me completely.”

“Yeah…you like that, don’t you baby. You like that stretch.”

“Mmhm,” you sounded as he began to thrust. “Oh God, I missed your cock so much.”

“Yeah, you want it everyday, baby?”

“Yessss…” you cried when he hit that spot again, making your toes curl.

“Mmmm, that can be arranged. Just gotta say the word.”

You threw your head back as Harry pumped harder, wanting desperately to claw his back but he still had your wrists held down. Panting between each thrust, you knew you could come soon, but Harry wouldn’t allow it. Not yet. But you were so close already.

“Ohhh, Daddy!” you cried. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”

Harry growled, finally releasing your wrists to slip his hands underneath you, lifting your hips slightly.

“You take me so well, darling,” he breathed. “Fuckin’ little cunt just for me.”

“Yes!”

“So wet…so warm…” he cooed, kissing your lips between each word. “Such a good girl.”

“Please, Daddy…” you whined, daring to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Oh God, please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“I’m…oh fuck, I’m so close…”

Suddenly, Harry paused his thrusts, slipping out of your folds completely. You muttered a “no” as he hovered over you, staring into your eyes.

“Not yet, kitten,” he shook his head, his brows furrowed. His expression had returned to the scolding look, and you swallowed hard at the intensity it portrayed.

You bit your lip as you stifled a moan, and you felt the tears welling in your eyes. Harry seemed to have taken to this edging thing, and you weren’t sure you liked it very much. What you wanted was to come all over his cock, multiple times if possible. But this was obviously not like the other times you’d fucked. This was…torture.

“You come when I say you can, remember?”

You blinked rapidly. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Good girl,” he said, kissing your forehead.

“Can…can I touch you now? Please?”

Harry’s face softened, his lips curling into a gentle smile. “Yes, baby. Thank you for asking.”

Returning the grin, you reached for his long hair that fell around you, running your hands through it until your fingertips met his handsome face. He softly closed his eyes with a hum as you glided your thumbs across his cheeks. You really loved his face - even when he looked angry. But you especially loved it in moments like this, when he looked soft and happy…almost tender.

Then sliding your hands around his neck, you pulled him to you to caress his full, pillowy lips. He groaned low against your mouth as his own hands slid down your sides. Then lifting your hips again, he entered you with a long, deep thrust.

“Ohhhh,” you breathed against him.

“Take me, honey,” Harry moaned. “My God, you’ve got some kind of hold on me.”

“I do?” you whispered, wondering if he was just spouting rubbish because he was close as well.

“Fuck, yes, kitten. Daddy doesn’t like to get cross with you.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry I was a brat. I know now you only want me.”

“That’s right, baby…” Harry sped up his thrusts, letting out a deep, guttural moan.

You could feel yourself reaching the edge again, your core tightening as he fucked you hard and deep. The wet, squelching sounds of his hard cock moving in and out of your pussy, his balls hitting your ass were enough to make you cry out.

“Fuck, Daddy! Mmmm, feels so good!”

“Tell me…”

“It’s so hard, so deep. Nobody fucks me like you do, Daddy.”

“Oh yes, kitten. You only want my cock, yeah?”

“Yes…aaahhhhh…”

You grabbed hold of your thighs, looping your arms underneath your knees to keep them up, open and wide. You didn’t think you could hold out much longer, and when you heard Harry moan again, sexy expletives in your ear, you lost it.

“Please Daddy, can I come, please? I need to so bad. I’m right there!” you cried, more tears springing from the corners of your eyes.

“Yes, kitten. Come all over me. You’ve been such a good girl.”

With a few more whimpers as Harry pumped deep inside of you, the dam finally broke and you covered his hard cock with your juices. Throwing your head back, you cried out.

“Aaa-aaaa-uuuugggghhh!”

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl,” he cooed, his warm, deep voice vibrating in your ear.

“Ohhh, thank you, Daddy. Thank you.”

“Yeah, baby. Was that good?”

“So good. Oh God…” you panted, coming down from your orgasm as Harry held you. He kissed you tenderly, rubbing his nose against yours.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, kitten. I almost feel bad for making you wait.”

You smiled with your eyes closed, knowing full well that he wore a smirk. But you’d let him have his moment of triumph. Because you also knew he wasn’t finished with you yet.

Patting the underside of your thigh, Harry murmured, “Turn over, baby.”

With only a tiny moan of protest because you were spent, you rolled over onto your stomach, immediately propping yourself on your knees and gripping the pillow underneath you. Bracing yourself for a quick thrust, you were once again surprised when you felt Harry slither down the end of the bed to situate his face at your already saturated yet satisfied pussy. He gave your ass a quick slap before quickly extending his tongue to lap up your juices. You called out when he did it a second time, leaving his tongue to linger on your clit.

“Fuck…” you whimpered as he began seducing you with his tongue, moving in delicate laps and circles. “Daddy, you’ll make me come again.”

“Mmhmm,” you heard him agree, his hands gripping your thighs tightly.

Your ass in the air, you bucked against him, needing the friction to come. But he was merely teasing you with his tongue, barely ghosting over your tender flesh before applying the slightest bit of pressure.

“Uuuggghhhh Daddy, please!” you cried.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, lifting his head. Then he slapped his hand across your cunt. “Is this sweet little pussy gonna come again for Daddy?”

“Uh huh,” you managed to breathe.

“Do you want my cock again, or my tongue?”

“B-both.”

Harry chuckled, patting you again. “Don’t reckon that’s possible at once, but I love how insatiable you are. Filthy.”

You groaned just as you felt him insert a finger. Then another. Then lowering himself back down, he kissed your butt cheek. His fingers pumped your pussy as his tongue teased your hole, his other hand spreading you open. You mewled, fisting the pillow by your head, willing him to do all the dirty things he wanted. But your legs were trembling as his fingertips curled inside you, tapping on your softest spot.

“Fuck!” you panted.

When Harry’s tongue met your folds again, he reached his other hand around to pinch your clit. And that was when you came undone. You cried out as your juices squirted, your knees no longer able to hold you up. Harry kept his fingers inside you as you laid flat on the bed until you were no longer trembling.

“Wow, such a good girl, baby,” Harry cooed against your back. “That was pretty intense, yeah?”

“I think I made a mess of the bed,” you muttered against the pillow.

Harry chuckled, his slender, firm body covering yours as he made his way to your shoulder, kissing it before pushing your hair from your cheek.

“Think you got one more for me, kitten?” he asked softly.

“No,” you said honestly.

He laughed harder, guiding you onto your knees again. “Can we try?”

“Okay…” you sighed, still wanting to please him. Though your body was spent at the moment, you knew that once he had his cock inside you, you’d come to life again.

And you were right. As soon as his dick slipped into your pussy - although a bit sore - you were ready for him to pound you again.

As he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against your mound, your fingernails dug into the bed. And when he started to moan, his hands gripping your ass, you wanted nothing more than to make him come.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you pleaded. “Just like that.”

“Oh baby, I’m so close,” he panted.

“Yes, Daddy. Come inside me.”

“You want me to come inside your sweet pussy, baby?” he asked, his breaths quickened.

“Yes! I need it, Daddy.”

His thrusts got harder and faster as he groaned louder. Then reaching between you, you cupped his balls, earning a deep moan from him.

“Fuck yeah….uuuunnnnngggghhhh.”

With two last bucks of his hips, Harry stopped and cursed loudly. You could hear him exhaling heavily, his hands still pressed against your hips.

“Fuck, babe, you’re amazing. Oh, my sweet little kitten.”

You sighed as you felt him slip out of you. Then he rolled you over and climbed up to kiss your lips.

“A naughty little thing you are, though,” he smirked. “I can’t believe you let me do all that.”

“I was a bad girl,” you blinked.

Chuckling through a breath, Harry ran his hand through his hair, then laid down next to you. “I have to admit, love. I was turned on that you were a wee bit jealous.”

“So you were flirting with her, I knew it!” you exclaimed.

“No, I wasn’t,” he laughed. “At least not on purpose.”

Pursing your lips, you gave him a look.

“I swear to you, honey. I was not looking or thinking about anyone else but you. As soon as I saw you stood there in your short little shorts and your wet t-shirt…I knew I had to find a way to get you home as soon as possible.”

“Really?”

“Truly. Your friend just happened to be there, and I wasn’t gonna be rude.”

You bit your lip and shrugged. “I guess I can accept that.”

With a grin, Harry leaned over and placed another kiss on your lips. “Now, let’s go wash up and I’ll take you to dinner.”

“In public?” you asked with wide eyes.

Harry’s smile widened, making you melt. “If you like.”

Sitting up, you considered his offer for a moment. Your relationship had been secret for a while now. You’d had dinner with him at his place before, had ordered take-out or gone through a drive-thru a handful of times. But you’d yet to go out in public like a real date. Your eyes darted around the room before you licked your lips and nodded, taking his hand.

“Yes, Harry. I’d like that.”

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[jayparked]

95 and 82 with jake (please)🔥🔥🔥

warnings: insecure reader, face riding, oral (f. rec.), language, soft dom jake?, jake is a man starved, muncher jake

wc: 803

"why won't you let me eat you out?"

jake's pout is award winning as he peers up at you from between your legs that you desperately tried to shut. he was removing your clothes excitedly just moments ago when he whispered out, "i can't wait to taste you," causing you to immediately try to push him away. which also was not the first time you had done so.

"i-...i just-," you sigh, looking up and blinking away the sting pricking your eyes."

"are you insecure?" he murmurs slowly, rubbing gentle circles along your thigh. all you can muster is a quick nod of your head, glancing down when you feel jake's plump lips softly kissing your inner thigh, right where his fingers were just tracing patterns on.

"baby, you are so beautiful and have nothing to be insecure about. i want to do this- i've dreamed about doing this for you. i promise i'll make you feel so good if you let me."

you want to tell him how you've dreamt of what it would feel like to have his tongue against your clit, woken up panting with the idea of his face buried deep in your thighs. and that was partly why you're so nervous about it finally happening; you're not entirely sure what kind of person you'll become once you experience it.

being brave, you decide you won't be embarrassed for wanting this, for wanting him. "okay. let's do it."

"are you sure? i don't want you to feel pressured."

"i'm sure. i want you, jake...please."

he licks his lips as he glances down to your exposed heat. just as you prepare to feel him against you, he sits up.

"i have a better idea. come sit on my face. i think you'll feel better being in control."

before you can even blink, you're hovering over jake's face as he whispers an array of praises at you. his hands continue to roam the curves of your body, fingertips trembling slightly with the adrenaline and anticipation.

right as you're about to lower yourself onto him, a painful wave of insecurities crashes against you. you can't help as you start babbling out your fears, unable to stop yourself as the words flood past your lips.

"what if i taste bad?"

"you won't taste bad."

"what if i suffocate you?"

"then i'll die a happy man."

"what if i don't do it right?"

"there's no wrong way to do it."

"what if-"

"just sit on my fucking face already," jake growls hungrily, grasping your hips and pulling you down onto his awaiting tongue. he flicks his muscle perfectly against your puffy clit, your hips stuttering against him. your hands shoot out to grasp the headboard, not trusting your own body to keep you upright as chills ripple across your entire body.

jake moves like a madman, his tongue flicking and swirling and teasing with purpose. he groans as you rock your hips against him, taking his hands and grasping the flesh of your ass as he buries his face even further into your heat. his tongue dips down to prod at the entrance of your hole and he groans again as he feels you clench around the tip of his muscle. when he pushes further in, his nose brushes against your clit, the dual sensation bringing a choked moan with some colorful words out of you.

"oh, sensitive there, aren't we?"

you whine as jake does it again and again, teasing your hole and clit at the same time until your thighs are shaking on either side of his face.

"ugh, i love this. please don't stop, baby. put all your weight on me. you taste so sweet. i need you to come on my face. can you do that for me, pretty?"

he doesn't give you time to answer, stuffing his face back into you with newfound determination. all too quickly, you're coming undone, rocking your hips in time with his tongue as you quite literally ride out your high.

jake coddles you against his face, kissing the inside of your thighs a few times before guiding you down to sit in his lap. your arms wrap around his body as he pulls you close, petting your hair as you rest your face against his chest.

"that...was awesome," jake sighs, leaving a wet kiss on the top of your head, "please say you'll let me do that more often."

brain foggy and body still trembling from your high, all you can do is giggle softly and press a lazy kiss against his collarbone. you could easily fall asleep in this position, wrapped warmly in his embrace, but when jake shifts you slightly and you feel the hardness of his cock rub against your slick folds, you know you're in for a long night.

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[anemos-orca]

Zhongli's Dragon, Part 2: Appetizer

◆I did not expect so many people to like this story so far wowowow <:3 !! this part ended up being a bit longer than expected, but nonetheless still good :D◆

◆cw: smut ft dom!zhongli x sub!reader, reader is half dragon, breeding kink (?), size difference, oral (reader giving), pet name use (good girl), swallowing, probably more qwq

◆NSFW under "Keep Reading"

series tag: #◆zhongli's dragon

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◆A/N: For reference, reader is a dragon girl :D you have little horns on your forehead that point up and back, long thin fluffy ears on the sides of your head, sharp teeth, clawed hands, little dragon wings, and a dramatically long fluffy tail with two rows of dorsal spikes similar to te scutes on a crocodile tail.◆

You felt frozen in time. It was as though the heat of the moment had paused everything in the universe except for the two of you.

Zhongli couldnt help but to chuckle at just how flustered you were as his gloved hand ran down to the small of your back to pull your body flush against his, causing you to yelp in surprise. He tenderly stroked your long, silky-soft ear between his thumb and index finger as he gazed down into your blown out pupils, "You can breathe, (y/n), there is no need to be so shy. Must i point out the obvious?" he taunted, slowly lowering his face so his lips were only a breath away from yours. You took a deep breath, daringly placing your clawed hands against his chest- it was warmer than you expected, inviting, even.

"I-I dont know what you mean, but..." you trailed off, the tip of your lengthy tail wagging as it snaked around his thigh and gently squeezed, egging him on, "Id like to be informed, i-if you dont mind." A gentle smile crossed your lips and your half-hooded gaze met his.

Your brave attempts at seduction were more than successful, earning yourself a light kiss on the lips as his hand left your ear and lifted your chin to meet his. He was much taller than you, so he still had to bend down, but he didnt mind at all- in fact, he preferred it. Zhongli always found it amusing how you looked up to him with those big doe eyes, your cheeks always tinted a light pink and your voice nothing more than a sheepish peep. The way you flinched at even the most gentle of touches- a light pat on the shoulder, a kind nudge, even when he offered to fix the messy fur on your ears when youd arrive late due to sleeping in (which was a common occurance. Being a nocturnal species of dragon, you often found yourself accidentally staying up far too late into the night)- it never ceased to remind him of just how adorable you truly were. Though he would find it difficult to admit, every once in a while Zhongli would fantasize about making you his. The mental image of your pretty little face making lewd expressions, your soft voice panting his name, your body craving his as much as he craved yours- it only made him all the more protective and possessive of you.

You eagerly kissed Zhongli back as though you were starved of physical affection. He easily took notice, the hand that was once on the small of your back moving up to tease the insides of your wings, causing you to gasp and fall onto his chest, "Z-Zhongli..!" embarrassed, you blushed heavily and attempted to lift yourself off of him, but his firm hand told you to stay where you were as it continued to play with your sensitive wings.

"Please, allow yourself to relax, (y/n). There is no need for such struggle," he cooed, his voice hot against your neck before his lips connected with your soft skin. You lifted your head a bit more, allowing him easier access. You whimpered and whined as he licked, sucked, and gently nibbled at your neck and shoulder, practically eating you up. He fondled your wing more intensely while his free hand squeezed your inner thigh, pushing a soft moan from deep within your throat. Zhongli knew exactly how to rial you up, and you expected nothing less. Only dragons knew just how sensitive to touch the inner wings were. You leaned further onto his chest, holding his upper arms with your hands to ground yourself as the heat of your core grew to an uncomfortable point. As if out of your control, one of your hands moved down to his hip, your claws tracing a feather-light trail before landing on his hip dangerously close to the hem of his pants.

"So eager already, are we?" he teased, his forked tongue licking up the full length of your neck before his teeth landed on your ear and gently nipped at it. Your breathing deepened and you nodded, your fingers fingers slightly dipping under the band of his pants.

"I-I want... to taste it..." you nervously pleaded. Zhongli sat up, a lustful string of saliva momentarily webbing between his tongue and your neck.

"You want to taste what, (y/n)?" he said, a devious smile playing at his mouth. His thumb ran over your lips before pushing into your mouth, swiping over your teeth as if to examine them. The simple action caused you to whimper, betraying just how needy you had become and just how much power he had over you. "If you would like something, you must be more specific. So, do tell me what it is you so eagerly want a taste of?"

Youd be lying to yourself if you said his teasing didnt turn you on 10x over. You opened your mouth for his fingers, baring your sharp little teeth for him as though you could read his mind, "Please, I-Id like to taste you, Zhongli..." you said, breathless. Your tail tightened around his thigh and your wings twitched with apprehension, the feeling of his thumb and forefinger caressing each and every inch of it causing you to let go of any dignity you may have still held onto.

Zhongli lifted an unsatisfied brow as he pushed his thumb against your forked tongue and lifted your chin up for a better view of your adorably needy expression, "Hmmm... I still dont quite understand what you are getting at, my dear (y/n). What part of me, exactly, do you so hungrily want a taste of?" he demanded, fingering the inside of your cheek open. He knew what you wanted and he wanted it just as much, but the sight of you so desperately begging for it amused him and caused a sense of power to flow through his already aroused mind.

You couldnt help but to whimper, your fingers wrapping around the edge of his pants as your brows slightly furrowed together. You couldnt take it anymore, his intoxicatingly arousing pheromones pushing you past the point of no return. You needed him, needed to taste him, needed him to use you. "I want to taste your cock, please, i want it in my mouth, to feel it on my tongue, i want you to hold my horns and fuck my throat like im nothing but a toy," you burst out, surprising even yourself.

Your eyes widened and your ears flattened back as you realized just how desperate you sounded, but before you could even speak, Zhongli's tongue dove into the far corners of your mouth in a passionate, rough kiss. You instantly melted into his dominant grasp, kissing him back with furvor and moaning into his mouth as his strong hand ran up the inside of your thigh, squeezing and massaging in all the right places. Your fruitless grasp on Zhongli's arm tightened as he bucked his hips against yours, allowing you to feel just how hard he was. All of the combined arousing sensations made your lower stomach tighten. He kissed you ferventhly, tasting and feeling every corner of your mouth with his tongue before breaking the kiss and stepping back, leaving you cold. Your body begged for the return of Zhonglis firm hands and for more attention, causing you to whimper as your eyes meet his.

"I must say, you have more than earned what you beg for," he chuckled, amused by your neediness. He motioned for you to hop off the desk and get on your knees before him, and you followed his command without hesitation. Your claws wrapped around the hem of his pants a final time to tug them down, freeing his already precum slicked member from their cruel confines. It didnt matter that you had never mated before- your instincts took over the moment his mouth watering pheromones flooded your mind.

"S-so big, I...." you licked your lips hungily as one hand found itself already stroking his length, "I need to taste it, please, Zhongli," you whined, earning a smirk from the tall-statured archon as his hands wrapped around your cute little horns. Your claws dropped to hold his thighs as your gaze briefly flicked down to the tantalizing treat just inches from your nose.

"Open wide, (y/n)~"

Without so much as a word, your mouth opened and your forked tongue lolled out, hot strands of saliva making it all the more inviting. Zhongli grinned at the sight, pulling you by your horns to land your mouth over the throbbing tip of his cock before beginning to fuck your face, "Mmmh, good girl," he groaned in pleasure.

You never broke eye contact with him as he fucked deeper and deeper into your throat, though it was evident that you were as blissfully cock-drunken as you could get at the moment. The way your tongue traced every vein, every dip, every curve, the way your lips sucked so eagerly with each pull he made out of your throat, only to reward him with a breathless, slutty moan as he bucked back into your mouth, the way tears welled in the corners of your eyes and drool made messy trails down your chin- it made it so, so hard for him to not pin you down and fuck you without mercy right then and there.

Your grip on Zhongli's thighs intensified and your whimpering moans became more frequent as he pulled your horns harder and sped up, his head tilting back as he grunted with bliss, "Mmh, (y/n), your throat is so tight around me..." Zhongli growled, his cock twitching as the thrusts gradually became erratic, "Be a good little girl and swallow every last bit of my cum," he shakily said between merciless thrusts. You nodded and he managed a couple more rough thrusts before pushing your head all the way down his impressive length, filling your mouth with his hot seed. You couldnt help but to gag as Zhongli's throbbing tip hit the back of your throat, but you fought against the sensation and sucked the last remnants of his salty nectar out of his still twitching member, swallowing all of it just as he commanded.

Zhongli kept himself inside your mouth for a few moments more, gazing down as though to memorize the incredibly lewd, satisfied face you were making. He eventually pulled his hips back, a steaming strand of saliva webbing from your drool-laden lips to the tip of his still hard cock. You panted, your heart racing and your belly full, and looked up to him. He crouched down, wiping tears from your eyes and slobber from your lips with a sadistic smirk painted across his lips.

"My, my, (y/n). You were such a good girl for me," He cooed, leaning in closer to lick the now dry, salty tear trail from your cheek. The way his long, forked tongue swiped over your face made your core throb- and Zhongli took notice. His hands dangerously roamed your thighs and he leaned into your fluffy dragon ear, his voice husky and low.

"Now, you must agree, its only fair that i get to do a taste test as well~"

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[lani-heart]

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parings -> ( eventually ) enhypen x reader genre -> soulmate au, fantasy au, angst warnings -> angst, rejection word count -> 2.1k

abstract -> my soul was always yours... im sorry it took this long

flashback – heeseung’s perspective

“But I don’t want to go,” I told my sister. She sighed and continued to fix my hair for this stupid day. “Come on, maybe you’ll find friends,” she said with a grin and I scoffed. “This is different from you, you actually found friends” I whined and I knew she was already worried but I dreaded having to go to a new school. 

“Heeseung, be brave for me okay?” she said and I rolled my eyes but agreed. I held her hand tightly as I saw the school in front of us. 

Belift Boarding School for Young Witches. 

“You’ll pick me up, right?” I asked and she smiled. “I’ll be right here to hear how your day went little brother,” she said as I waved her goodbye. I hated the thought of starting a new school. 

Only for the kids to treat me like an idiot, a monster, anything but human. I wanted to find Jungwon and Sunoo… but I didn’t know if they were incarnated again. Or the other boys… maybe even Sooha. Anyone to make me feel less alone. 

This is a stupid school, filled with idiots!

The orphanage just had to make me go here. It's dumb. Filled with kids who don’t even know simple magic, what is this school?! Then again… noona would just say it's because I have my memories of past lives that I know about my abilities. 

“Hey! That’s mine!” I heard and I noticed the mean kids didn’t target me… maybe cause I was placed as a top student when the school tested me. No one wants to bully a kid who knows more magic than them… maybe it's better I went to an all-witches school this time around.

I wouldn’t have vampires or werewolves messing with me. 

The group of boys threw her books out of the window and I scoffed. “Oops! Sorry y/n!” they said and laughed but she didn’t cry nor yell at them to stop. Instead, she looked angry. 

I was going to help her but… I laughed. 

It seemed that they all now looked at me confused. “What are you laughing at!?” they yelled and I couldn’t stop. “Maybe… look in a mirror!” I said, trying to stop. She must've done a basic spell to do that… she gave them weirdly colored hair. One had a giraffe pattern, the other a zebra, and their leader a cow. 

It looked funny on them. They all looked at each other and argued. They didn’t even notice the girl scoff and walk towards me. 

“You could’ve let them figure it out,” she said and I chuckled. “Sorry to take away your surprise, but want help finding your books?” I asked and she smiled. “Please?” she asked and I swear I fell in love at the very moment. Her smile and shining eyes…

“I’m y/n by the way… what’s your name?”

Twas the night before the masquerade. 

“I wrote her the best card!” Sunoo praised as he tied his bow tie. “In your dreams! She’s gonna choose me to be her date!” Jake said and I laughed. “How bad was your writing on that card?” I said and everyone laughed. “Hey! That doesn’t matter!” he said and I chuckled.

“Heeseung-hyung… do you know who she chose?” Jungwon asked and I smiled. “Who knows?” I said and they groaned. I left first wandering outside… 

Why was I nervous? 

If I was being honest with myself I didn’t let myself read her mind. A part of me begged for her to choose me… despite how selfish I've been. 

In my confession, I asked her to meet me in the back of the school at the flower field. Each minute went by that I wanted to turn back… I know that she was sure her card was from Sunoo. So why was I still–

“Heeseung?” I heard and I felt like I was alive again. The feeling like throwing up, the anxiety, the cold sweat… I turned to see her in a beautiful dress, dolled up and everything. 

“You’re the one who sent this?” she asked, confused and I gave her a nervous smile. 

“Will you let me explain everything?”

y/n’s perspective

I sat down wanting to at least hear him out. I guess I did choose one of my soulmates… just not the one who–

“I never wanted to reject you,” he said… Did I mishear him? “When I saw you again I… felt alive, like there's a heartbeat in my chest. You make me just as nervous though…” he said and I was confused. 

This wasn’t the Heeseung I knew– 

“I’m not… you met Heeseung. The vampire, the one who in his past life was devoted to a princess… but a long time ago you met Evan” he said and I felt my eyes widen. 

Evan?

“Pathetic right? I gave you my English name and lied to you saying I was a foreigner when we were kids… I just didn’t want you to know about me. Jake told me you met my sister… I was a witch who attended Belift Boarding School for young witches” he said… Evan.

The boy who always met up with me after classes… the boy who helped me prank the other kids in my class. 

“I don’t understand," I said, confused…

“I think I’ve loved you since I first saw you, y/n” 

When we first met I felt drawn to love at first sight.  I loved you then and I love you now, I’ll always be there to lift you up even if you don't want me there. I want to be the only one to cherish and love you. To die and live for you and only you. So I can only dream you would do that for me. 

“Then why? You were one the meanest! You rejected me first! You’re a liar… you… why?” I yelled until I realized I was getting emotional.

“Don’t cry… not when you have six other soulmates–” “Answer me” I said and he smiled a soft smile. 

A smile that… I've only seen once… when he comforted me after what happened with Jake. 

“Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon were in love with Sooha… they don’t know this but you do. If you have more than one soulmate and you try to–" "To bond with a few of them then the bond eventually dies' ' I finished for him and he gave me a sad smile. 

“I knew Jungwon would want to be with you even without the bond and so would Niki and Sunoo. I wasn’t sure though… but here you are” he said and I scoffed. 

“You shouldn’t make decisions for other people,” I said and he gave me a sad smile. “I know… but when it affects your magic I was willing to break you apart from them when not all of them were going to accept you easily,” he said and I sighed. 

It's why I couldn’t defend myself against Jake… also why my magic has been faltering recently. 

When a witch's soulmate bond is rejected… and fighting for the bond drains your magic. You can fix either by rejecting your mates back… or having them accept you. It's also why Wonyoung broke my bond temporarily… so my magic can temporarily regenerate. 

“You turned into a vampire?” I asked and he chuckled. “Not willingly… but I can live with it. My sister recommended that I go to Decelis. So im learning to come to terms with it” he said and I nodded. 

“You really do look pretty… you would have to be the prettiest person in the school” he said as he lifted his hand up to tuck my hair away. 

“Prettier than Sooha?” I asked and he chuckled. “Believe it or not, I've never loved Sooha. She was more like a sister to me… my own sister took care of me in this life. While I took care of Sooha in another… So I didn’t reject you to have Sooha… I would have to be a fool” he said and I was shocked. 

“Go to your party… you worked hard for it. They’re all waiting–" "But I chose your message, "I said, cutting him off. 

“Oh? I guess you did… It would be a bad example if the president of the student council of Bright Sun didn’t follow her own rules” he said and I chuckled. 

“Shall we?”

We arrived now with our masks on and I took everything in. 

I soon heard him chuckle beside me… “They’re all jealous and annoyed,” he said and I sighed. “They must be confused about who I chose?” I asked and he nodded. 

“They’d never guess me,” he said and I nodded… I looked at him, he was happy. He had a grin on his face… not so serious like other times. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, will you give me at least one dance?” he asked and I smiled and took his hand. 

I enjoyed my time with him… this was the Evan I knew. My best friend from elementary school graduated and I never heard of it again. 

“I wish you would let me choose my own path, you know,” I said as we swayed to the music. He smiled… “I know better than anyone… what rejecting mates does to a witch. You were fighting for the bond… and it was eating your magic” he said and he wasn’t wrong. I jeopardized myself… but they didn’t know that. 

“How do you know about that?” I asked and he sighed. “Let's just say my sister… she experienced it,” he said and I felt my eyes widen. 

“Don’t worry… she’s fine. Can I ask–” “We will be announcing our king and queen!” I heard Wonyoung’s voice. “Now we have included this year to not just include witches or any magic users only. So please be open-minded to one another and let us accept other species into our traditions” she said and I smiled. 

It was controversial but it was all fun and to be enjoyed. 

“Our king… is K from Riverfield!” she announced and I was shocked. K? I soon saw him join the stage… “And our queen… Sooha from Declis” she announced. What? Not everything was wrong– 

“EJ and Wonyoung are doing me a favor… Sunghoon can put aside his ego for this one time” Heeseung said. The King was voted most times for Sunghoon and the Queen was Wonyoung… So what was going on?

I looked back at them getting their crowns and smiling at each other… “They’ve accepted one another,”  said and he nodded. 

“K finally has some sense… and Sooha is finally thinking clearly,” he said and I chuckled. “Thank you… even though you tampered with my event” I said and he laughed. 

“I’m sorry, I'll make it up to you,” he said and I smirked. “Oh? Then I know how you can '' I said and he looked at me shocked. “We’re soulmates right, Evan?” I asked and he laughed.

“Yes, we’re soulmates y/n. I’m sorry for everything… but I'm willing to do anything for you. I promise my little witch” he said and I smiled. 

“y/n!!” I heard and I saw Sunoo and Jungwon. “You bastard! What'd you do to our soulmate!” Sunoo yelled and I laughed. 

“I chose his message… sorry boys,” I said and they pouted. 

“Yeah, so I won fair and square,” he said and Jungwon scoffed. “So did Sunghoon yet he’s drawing a punch right now,” he said and I laughed. 

“I owe him a dance,” I said and I was suddenly pulled back with the hands on my hips. 

“Sorry, but you’re mine tonight. I won you with my message… and I want to make up for all the time I’ve lost” he said and I nodded.

“Comfort Sunghoon please?” I asked the two boys and they nodded. 

“I’m guessing you guys are all made up?” I asked and he nodded. 

“Everything is right again… especially my soul that is bound to you” 

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[satoruswifeyyyy]

taking whiny toge to the dentist

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taking toge inumaki to the dentist was the emotional equivalent of babysitting a hyperactive cat that had just discovered lasers. he was clinging to the armrest of the waiting room chair like it was his last tether to this mortal realm, wailing about betrayal.

“this is a betrayal of the highest order,” toge whined.“i thought you loved me. i thought we were a team. but no, you’ve joined the enemy. you have aligned yourself with the oppressors!"

you just rolled your eyes as he continued whining,"what’s next? are you gonna sell my secrets to the government? are you even my girlfriend anymore, or are you just an undercover dental spy?”

you stared at him, unimpressed. “your ‘secrets’ are that you ate two whole cheesecakes for breakfast and cried watching a hamster video. you’re not exactly national security material.”

“i was vulnerable!” he shot back, pointing dramatically at you. “and you’re supposed to protect me in my time of need, not sell me out to the tooth tyrants! what kind of a girlfriend are you?”

“the kind who makes sure her boyfriend doesn’t get gum disease,” you quipped. “now stop being dramatic. you’ll survive a cleaning.”

he groaned, tossing his head back dramatically like he was auditioning for a soap opera. “i don’t need a dentist. my teeth are fine. i’m built different. i’m an alpha wolf!”

“alpha wolves don’t cry at 3 a.m. because their molars are ‘planning a coup,’” you pointed out.

“they betrayed me first!” he shot back, jabbing a finger toward his mouth. “i was eating a cinnamon roll, minding my business, and my tooth said, ‘nah fam, not today.’”

“and yet, here we are,” you said, gesturing to the waiting room of smiley pearly dental care, questioning every life choice that had led you to this moment.

he narrowed his eyes, leaning closer. “would you still love me if i had no teeth?”

“yes, toge, but only because your gums would match your brain: smooth.”

he paused, comprehending what you said but he couldn't. so he just ignored your insult and wept dramatically, "you all are conspiring against me! this is a conspiracy!"

“a conspiracy to clean your teeth and save you from cavities?” you deadpanned. “yeah, sounds real sinister.”

before he could reply, the hygienist called his name. toge froze, his grip on the chair tightening. “nope. no. not happening. this is where i draw the line. you can’t make me go in there.”

you just glared at him and mouthed a "go". he gulped, "don't you care about me? what if i don’t come back, tell my story. make sure the world knows i went out bravely.”

“sure, toge. i’ll make you sound like a hero,” you said, rolling your eyes but smiling despite yourself.

"kitty cat nooooo! please i will wear the maid outfit with the kitty ears, please no!"

you raised an eyebrow, leaning down so your face was inches from his. “do you want me to carry you in bridal style? because i will.”

“you wouldn’t dare.”

five minutes later, you were hauling a squirming toge through the dentist’s door, his legs kicking wildly as he whined like a toddler being dragged away from a candy aisle.

“this is ABUSE!” he yelled, clinging to the doorframe like it was the edge of a cliff. “i’ll sue you! i’ll sue everyone! i’ll call my lawyer!”

toge flopped down with all the grace of a dead fish, arms crossed, glaring at you like you’d just sold his nintendo switch. “you’re lucky you’re hot, or i’d break up with you on the spot.”

“noted,” you said dryly, waving at the hygienist before heading back to the waiting room.

as you sat scrolling through your phone, muffled yelling drifted out from the exam room.

“OW! MY SOUL!”

“sir, i’m just applying the fluoride.”

“MY SPIRITUAL ESSENCE! STOP ATTACKING ME!”

you buried your face in your hands, shoulders shaking with laughter. this boy was impossible.

twenty minutes later, toge stumbled out of the room, looking like a lost puppy who’d seen too much. he had a tissue in his mouth, a blank expression, and a shiny sticker that said, i was a brave patient!

“they touched me without my consent, it was a gangbang. infinite backshots,” he muttered, his voice muffled by the gauze.

“they cleaned your teeth,” you corrected, standing up.

“same thing,” he said, holding up the sticker like it was evidence of his suffering. “and they gave me this. it’s a bribe. they’re trying to silence me.”

“you’re impossible,” you said, laughing as you grabbed his hand and started leading him out. “i’ll never recover from this. i’m emotionally scarred.”

you stood on your tip-toe, patting his shoulder sympathetically. “there, there. let’s go home so you can eat some nice, soft soup.”

he looked up at you, eyes wide. “...can i have ice cream instead?”

“not a chance.”

he groaned so loudly that an elderly man in the waiting room gave him a concerned look, but you just rolled your eyes, tugging him toward the car.

“one day,” he muttered, “you’ll miss me when i’m gone.”

“yeah, gone to the dentist again,” you teased.

you, then, grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the office, laughing.

and despite his grumbling, you couldn’t help but smile. this boy was ridiculous, dramatic, and downright exhausting—but he was yours. and honestly? you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

[biaswreckme]

the world of two of us | san/reader

You pegging San, that's it.

Fandom: Ateez

Pairing: San/Reader (afab)

Member: San

Length: words 1601

Rating: Explicit/Mature/18+

Genre: Smut

Triggers/Warnings/Tags: smut, edging, fingering, pegging, established relationship, sub!San, bottom!San

He was whimpering, entire body flushed as you swiveled your hips into his. His arms were thrown back, clutching onto his pillow, hair a mess, eyes half closed, sweaty chest glistening under the bedroom lights, a poster picture of perfection. He was such a good boy for you, and you made sure to say that to him, watching as his flush grew deeper and stronger.

When you first brought up the subject with him, he had been extremely shy, eyes wide and almost not believing when you mentioned it to him. But you also saw a sparkle of curiosity in his expression, a flame that could burn brighter if correctly fed. So you talked; you had been exploring new things together in the bedroom, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t had anything in his ass before - he had confessed to playing with himself, exploring on his own because he had been scared you would be put off by it. It was a surprise to him, however, when you mentioned you were curious about pegging him, wanting to see him under you absorbed in pleasure. 

But you took your time together, exploring slowly on different occasions, until he felt brave enough to choose a dildo to fit into your strap-on. It was on the smaller side lengthwise, but a little thicker than you expected him to choose for his first time, considering so far he had only had his own and your fingers inside him. And then you set up the evening, choosing the beginning of a weekend so he could rest and recover as much as he needed before getting back into the practice room with the other boys for rehearsing their heavy routines. 

He was always beautiful to you, but like this, naked and no makeup under the soft lights, no product in his hair, a vulnerability in his gaze and ready to be taken care of was when you thought he looked the most beautiful. You kissed him slowly, letting him feel how much you appreciate him, how much you love him. You took your time to prep him, first with kisses, slow licks, then with your hands, being generous with lube, watching as he relaxed the more you pressed your fingers inside him, crooking them up just right so you hit his prostate the way he liked, softly at first then more insistently, increasing his pleasure until you suddenly took all stimulation away, watching him contort his body on the bed as he realized you had just edged him for the first time. 

“You know you don't cum that easily, baby,” you reminded him, “and you're coming to cum on my cock tonight, you said so yourself when we discussed this.”

He pouted and whined, but signaled for you to continue, breathing deeply as he calmed down from his stolen orgasm. You got back to your ministrations, letting him feel three of your fingers inside him this time, not giving him a moment of respire before attacking his prostate again. But yu stopped when he grabbed your wrist, saying he was getting close again. “I'm ready…”

“Ready for what, Sannie? You know you have to speak up.”

“I'm ready… for your cock,” he almost whispered.

And he watched with attention and hooded eyes as you adjusted the strap, and you could see him become a little nervous, more than he had been so far.

“Hey, San, look at me,” you said, waiting for his gaze to meet yours. “We don't have to do this, we can stop right here or at any moment you feel uncomfortable.”

He sighed, and nodded. “I want to, I'm ready, I'm just… go slow, please,” he asked, eyes rounding up and almost watering.

“I'm going to take care of you, baby, you're such a good boy for me, I'm going as slow as you need. Don't be afraid to speak up, alright? Remember your colors too.” You almost cooed at how cute he looked, his lips now in a pout and he nodded again. “Take a deep breath, that's it, good boy,” you made sure to praise him again as you applied more lube to the dildo.

You got closer to him, grabbing his legs and opening them up. “Hold your legs for me, Sannie.” He obeyed so beautifully even though he seemed to get shy at the order, as you could see his body tremble slightly.

Adjusting your hips, you let him feel the tip of the dildo against his hole, letting it smear the gel around him, making very subtle pressure against him but not pushing yet - a part of you wanted him to beg for you to fuck him, but you knew this would come at a later time, you were sure. You watched, transfixed, as the head of your cock oh so slowly breached him, his hole little by little opening up to accept the intrusion, his eyes almost tearing up again, a silent plea in them. When he’d picked the dildo, you were expecting him to choose something more flesh colored, but he chose a transparent one, and when you asked why, he timidly answered he’d thought it would look hot. And now, watching as it gently breached him, you could not help but agree. He stretched and stretched around the transparent head, and San let out a loud moan as if finally entered him, his hole almost sucking the more engorged part of the dildo. You paused, checking in on him, letting him breathe for a few seconds and adjust to this new intrusion. When his body seemed to relax again, you slowly pressed in and as you pulled out, you looked at how his entrance widened and stretched until the dildo was almost out and then pushed in again a little further this time. You slowly inched your way inside of him, attentive to his expressions and sounds.

And he looked debauched. Whimpers leaving his mouth nonstop, eyes half hooded, erection leaking precum on his toned and tanned abs. Once you were completely inside of him, you waited, hips flushed, and kissed him, whispering into the kiss how beautiful he looked. 

“I feel so full,” he moaned.

“Now you know how I feel, baby, and yet you're bigger than this dildo. Imagine that,” you teased him. He shivered at the thought, and you filed that in your mind for later. “Can I move?” As an answer, he moved his own hips aided by his hands, spreading his legs even more for you, so you wasted no time. 

You were glad you took some extra sessions at the gym leading up to this, training your legs, because it wasn't an effortless task and you wanted this to be as good as possible for him. Your hips moved back and forth, pausing when you were deep inside of him to circle them slowly, noticing whenever his breath hitched when the dildo reached his sensitive spot, so you invested in that. When you paused briefly to reapply the lube, he let his legs go, clutching onto the pillow under his head, enhancing his chest even more in this position. He was so good for you that he didn't even try to reach for his own cock, lost in the pleasure of being filled just as you promised he would. So you did it for him, encircling his cock with a lubed hand and trying to match the pace your hips had started. Your hand moved up and down, clenching a little tighter around his head, knowing he was sensitive, until his body started to shiver and shake. You were sure he had forgotten again, so your hand tightened around his nade, cutting off his orgasm again and he almost sobbed, eyes truly tearing up, one lone tear rolling down his flushed cheek. You waited until he calmed down enough to start over, but you knew he was much closer to the edge now. It didn't take him long until he was begging, asking please, please, please over and over again as your hips pistoned into his, adjusting your angle hoping to at least get closer to where he was the most sensitive inside. 

“You can cum whenever, Sannie, just let go,” you told him, pushing his legs up a little from where they were tight around your hips. 

And so he did, as if he had only been waiting for your permission, shouting and closing his eyes as the intensity of his orgasm overtook his entire body, shaking as his cock spurted and leaked onto his own torso, legs tightening around you, hands almost ripping the pillow as he threw his head back, small tears rolling down his cheeks from the pleasure, your hips only slowing down when his cum stopped overflowing. 

You pulled out carefully, discarding the strap onto a towel on the bed before getting a smaller one to clean him up and wetting it in a small bowl on your bedside table, everything you needed set up beforehand. When you noticed his shivering didn't stop immediately, you got the fleece blanket and covered him, cuddling him, pressing him onto your body so he could feel your warmth and words of praise and reassurance. When he seemed a little more settled, you opened a water bottle, helping him have small sips from it as he slowly came back to you after his earth-shattering orgasm. You breathed in relief as he talked to you and you caressed his hair gently, brushing it away from his eyes as he stared into yours.

“Next time can I ride you?”

[elsweetheart]

oooh how bout reader having big doe eyes watching abby work out and it leads to something😮‍💨 ur writing gives me butterflies ahh 💕

distraction.

🎀 if any of this sounds bad it’s because i don’t lift and i indeed have baby arms… sorry 😵‍💫

• abby was lifting weights. or something. you didn’t know. you didn’t know anything anymore.

• she had let you tag along to one of her workout sessions because you were complaining about feeling like you needed to stretch more the day before, and you were doing just that. to be completely honest, you weren’t sure you were working as hard on your stretches as you should have been when you were so distracted. you wished she’d stretch you instead.

• abby was paying you absolutely no mind, which made it all the more attractive. she had that concentrated frown etched into her features that made her look so intimidating as she went about her routine, lifting more than her own body weight like it was nothing. you didn’t realise how not subtle you were being with your staring, truly — you weren’t exactly born into a world of social norms and for some reason in your glossed over gaze you thought she’d be completely oblivious to you.

• “are you here to workout or are you here to stare at me?” she comment, not even glancing at you as she strained quietly against the extra heavy weight. you swallowed, blinking yourself out of your trance and standing up, thinking up an excuse. you wandered over to her, clearing your throat.

• you put on a brave face when she turned to you, standing up from her bench. “i was…wondering — if i could use that weight. that’s why i was staring.” you blurt out.

• she blinked back at you. curling her bicep to lift the weight infront of her. you tried to ignore the ripple in her muscle when she did so, staring back at her. “this weight?” she deadpanned.

• “mhm.” you nodded, not even really believing yourself. she squinted, taking a step closer to you, backing you against the weight rack.

• “go on, take it.” she offered, holding it out to you sensing the mistake on your face. you wrapped your hands unsurely round the metal bar and went to lift it out of her hand, the bar not even moving from her palm. you grunted slightly as you tried to lift it, tongue sticking out the corner of your mouth in concentration as you wrapped both hands around it, barely getting it to budge. you ignored the smirk spreading across her face as she effortlessly moved it out of your grip and set it down before walking back over to you.

• “i think…” she stepped into your space, not taking her gaze off your big doe eyes as she reached behind you, taking a tiny weight off the rack and placing it in your palm. the weight was so light that in nearly rolled off your hands causing you to grip it. “you better start off with something a little lighter.” she squeezed your cheek affectionately, if not a little mockingly before stepping away to continue her routine.

• “abbyyy, this is a baby weight.” you whined, leaning on one hip with a pout.

• “you got baby arms. no shame in it, just wouldn’t wanna hurt you with something too heavy.” she shrugged and you bit your lip, following behind her, sick of being shy. you placed the weight down and touched her back, feeling the muscles in it through her shirt.

• “we can’t all be strong like you.” you flirt softly, batting your lashes once she turned around to stare you down. you came to realise that you didn’t really care too much about working out, the real reason you were here was to ogle at your girlfriend. “i like that you’re strong. y’could do anything you wanted to me.” you had that wide hazy, big pupilled look about you that you got when you wanted to get fucked and she glanced up behind you at the door before grabbing your chin and pulling you in roughly for a kiss, other strong arm snaking around your waist picking you up.

• she carried you easily to the bench to sit you down, breathlessly pulling away for a moment to say “m’not bringing you to the gym ever again. so fucking distracting.” against your mouth as she lay you on the bench, yanking down your leggings.

• you went to giggle but cut yourself off with a moan when her skilful fingers swiped through your wetness, seeing how much you had collected just from watching her work out. she shook her head at you, massaging it into your clit as she began leaving kisses on your neck, listening to the way you whimpered — your prior cheeky expression completely wiped from your demeanour.

• “better watch that door. anyone could come in and see you like this, but that’s what you wanted right?”

[cherryblossombankai]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, RYE!

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Warnings: fluffy! so fluffy! Summary: You beg Sakura to go ice skating with you. The only problem is neither of you actually know how to ice skate.

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@ryescapades, happy holidays! I hope this finds you well and brings you some Christmas cheer! ❄️❄️

Also tagging @pixelcafe-network for confirmation I've given my gift!

Sakura did not want to go ice skating. It seemed like a stupid activity that was bound to end in you both being embarrassed. Most likely him, if he’s being honest with himself. You have a beautiful talent for laughing off the momentary embarrassment and continue having fun. You flash him that pretty smile, lighting up the room and making him want to kiss you, and he can’t help but also want to laugh it off. But he can never quite bring himself to that point. He’ll still get all pouty about it. 

“It will be so much fun!” you say as you hold his hand, dragging him behind you. It was that damn smile again that got him into this. It started with you begging him to go out with you to look at the lights, and before he knew it was happening you had entered into your ice-skating theme. 

“There’s just one problem, babe, neither of us knows how to ice skate,” Sakura said He felt your grip loosen on his hand for a moment, but then tighten again in determination. 

“Well, there’s no time like the present,” you persisted. 

Sakura’s answering sigh was heavy and defeated. His feet moved faster to catch up with you, and then he let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist instead. He kissed your temple quickly. He may act annoyed, but he liked this about you. You’re a little bratty when you want to get your way, but you just don’t want to back down from something you want to do. 

“Fine, but don’t come whining to me when you bust your ass,” he scoffed. 

You do lose your nerve a little bit once you’re actually at the rink. You stand on the edge of the ice, holding onto the railing as you struggle to stand on the skates. Longingly, you watch as the other skaters glide effortlessly across the ice. One couple even seems to be having a dance on the ice. Even those struggling seemed to be having fun just being together and leaning on one another for support. Stupid Sakura. He turned out to be a natural at ice skating. Right away he knew how to balance himself on the skates, and he only stumbled a couple of times before figuring out how to push off. It was infuriating. He hadn’t even wanted to go skating, and now he was having all the fun. 

Meanwhile, you hadn’t even been brave enough to get out on the ice. Your heart had a pang of longing as you tried and failed once again to balance yourself. 

He skated around in circles, then came to your side.

 “I thought you were excited,” he said with a frown. 

“I was,” you pouted. “But now I’m scared.” 

“Scared? Since when do you get scared?” 

“Now, dummy!” 

He chuckled softly, then reached over to grab your hand. You try to pull away, whining that this is too hard and you want to go home, but he won’t leave you alone. 

“You dragged us here,” he insisted. “We’re not leaving until you skate.” 

Finally, he managed to get you away from the guardrail. He couldn’t deny that he liked how you leaned on him, your body against his for support as you figured out how to hold yourself up. To your surprise, he begins encouraging you gently. 

“You’re doing good,” he said quiet enough that only you could hear him. His hands were firm on your waist, holding you steady and ready to catch you should you fall. 

“You’re so cute like this,” he teased you as you struggled and whined for his help when he let go for a moment. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled. 

Despite your embarrassment, Sakura was a good teacher. He knew you didn’t want to be miserable when you’d been looking forward to this so much. Knowing you were struggling with the venture, he took it upon himself to try to keep things lighter. It was odd for him to feel this way, but he wanted to make sure you were happy above all else. 

He helped guide you, still holding your waist at first. Then, as you gained your confidence you moved to be holding his hand. Even then, his eyes stayed on your feet in case you lost your balance. A smile slowly formed on your face and your eyes lit up the more you got the hang of it. 

Soon enough, you weren’t even holding onto him anymore. You were starting to skate on your own, making him follow you as you went towards the middle of the rink. Now that you had the hang of it,you insisted on skating until you were worn out. 

Your legs ached from the effort of this newfound pastime. By the time you leave, you’re shivering in the cold. At first, you were trying to walk, but Sakura took pity on your whining. He let you get on his back, secretly enjoying the feeling of your breath on his ear. 

“That was fun,” you smile softly. Despite everything, you enjoyed yourself so much, and learning with Sakura was even better. 

“It was alright,” he said casually. You knew how much fun he really had, though you knew trying to get him to admit it would be like pulling teeth. 

“We should go again sometime,” you smirked. 

He chuckled softly, “We’ll see.” 

By the time you arrive home, you’re both cold but the mood is cheerful. Sakura sets you down so you can dig the housekeys out of your pocket.

“Who wants hot chocolate?” you ask cheerfully as you start towards the kitchen. 

He smiles to himself as he takes off his coat and hangs it up. You were so excited to get some hot chocolate started, you hadn’t even bothered to do the same thing. When he joins you in the kitchen, he pulls you away from the counter long enough to help you get out of your coat. He’s mumbling about you getting the floors wet, but there’s a playfulness in his voice even as he scolds you. 

“Okay, Mr. Grumps, do you want extra marshmallows?” you ask him with a playful grin. 

Sakura rolls his eyes at you, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” 

“Awh, too shy to admit you love extra marshmallows in your hot chocolate?” 

“No!” 

He dismissively turns away to go hang your coat on the rack. He listens to you singing Christmas songs to yourself as you make hot chocolate and put some cookies on a plate. Sakura knows he’s not the easiest person to live with, but when he’s with you he feels like he’s home. 

He turns on the television and sets it to your favorite show, then he sits on the couch. You’re smiling so bright as you come in with a tray of hot chocolate and snacks. You set it down on the coffee table before sitting down beside him. To your surprise, he pulls you close and kisses you deeply. Your face is flushed when you part for air. 

“I love you,” he whispers softly. 

“I love you too, Sakura,” you giggle.

[actuallysaiyan]

Howling Storm(Shape-shifter!Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: mentions of abuse, arranged marriage, fantasy au word count: 1k pairings: Shape-shifter!Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: despite you being promised to the prince of Starquake, your knight allows you to run off. you make connections with the wolves, especially the golden leader. and when you're kidnapped by the prince, a golden dragon comes to save you. a/n: for Prominence Smash's first challenge! found the banner picture on google, I don't own it.

The air is cold as you make your way along the path. At your side is Sir Yamada. He looks at you with that classic smile on his face, ushering you to continue walking.

You felt nervous. You’ve never left your kingdom before. Your betrothed lived in the kingdom closest to yours, but you had to make your way there first. The man in question, Prince of Starquake, was rumored to be unkind and malicious. You weren’t happy to be promised to him, but to make the land happy, you decided to go forth with it.

Just as you're about to turn the bend, Sir Yamada pulls you into the shrubs. He clamps his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet. You rest easy against him, having known him your entire life. He’s been your knight forever. He would never hurt you.

“Listen to me, princess.” He whispers in your ear. It’s a stark contrast to his usually loud and boisterous self. “Run away. I will give you my dagger. Please, run away.”

You nod, tears filling your eyes. He was saving you from a nasty future. A future where you’d be kept locked up in the palace and used as a breeding cow. The kind of future where you’d never know happiness.

Sir Yamada hands you a sack of coins and his dagger. Then he hugs you tightly, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Be brave for me, princess. I know you can.”

He watches as you run off into the forest, and he knows that he has to make up some excuse for you. Even if it costs him his life, Sir Yamada will make sure you do not end up married to that damn prince. 

You run and run until you collapse on a pile of leaves. The forest floor smells of pine and dead leaves and moss. Somehow, it comforts you. Within realizing it, you just close your eyes and you let the sounds of the birds in the trees lull you to sleep.

You dream of wolves. Wolves racing to get to you. But the wolves, they do not hurt you. They pile on top of you, kissing you and licking your cheeks. They whine and howl for your attention.

When you wake up, you feel your cheeks a little wet. You touch them, wondering if maybe you cried in your sleep. But there’s a little voice inside you that says maybe those dreams were real.

With renewed courage, you continue running. You aren’t really sure where you’ll go, but you know you’ll be better off just being on the run. The sun shines so brightly and it feels so freeing to be out here for the first time.

You happen upon a den of wolves and you watch them carefully. They are all so beautiful. They play with one another. There’s a clear leader here, and you admire him.

His fur is golden and his eyes are so blue. You are thankful for your vantage point right now. They cannot see you, but you are able to observe them.

So you do this for a few days. You follow them on their hunt, thankful that you’re able to snag a few rabbits for yourself. Without any prior training, you think to yourself that you’re doing well to keep yourself safe and alive.

One night, you feel warmth next to you. You roll over to find the leader of the wolf pack nestled next to you. You reach out to pet his fur, loving the way he smells of flowers. He keeps you warm.

The following morning, you wake up to find the pack of wolves has gone. You do your best to try and track them down, but it’s almost to no use. They’ve left you.

You walk tirelessly through the forest. Eventually, you do collapse in exhaustion. You pray that someone will find you and take pity on you.

The moment you wake up, you regret that you prayed for someone to find you. You’re locked away in a room, and you recognize the insignia on the wall. You’re in the Starquake palace. The one place you didn’t want to find yourself in again.

The doors are pushed open and you see the prince. He looks furious. He berates you for going back on your word and abandoning him. You desperately beg for forgiveness, which he begrudgingly gives. But it’s not without consequence. 

From your room in the palace, you look out the window. You begin to imagine the wolves running around. How desperately you wish to see them again. Especially the leader. You felt such a deep connection to him.

The days and nights go by and you find yourself falling into a deep depression. You should have been smarter. Maybe if you had just gone to this palace in the first place, you’d have more freedom. And now without anyone you know or trust by your side, you’re even more isolated.

A big storm covers the kingdom with rain and wind. You look out your window, hoping for someone or something to save you. The prince grows even more weary and impatient, finding himself wanting to produce an heir even more despite you wanting to wait longer.

The windows are broken as a giant golden wing pushes through it. Then you see the snout of a golden dragon. It roars loudly at the prince, then picks him up by the scruff of his shirt. You should be horrified but this is what you wanted. You desperately needed to be saved from the abuse and the torture he put you through.

And like something calling you forth, you climb onto the dragon’s back. It flies off with you, and you can smell that flowery smell once more. It lands in an open field and you gasp when there’s a bright light.

There’s a hand reaching out to you from above. It’s connected to a muscular arm. The man has beautiful blue eyes, like the wolf. He smiles charmingly.

“There you are, my princess. I’ve been waiting.”

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Pairing: Dottore x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut, Reader has a penis, Dottore goes by He/Him pronouns, Reader goes by No Pronouns, Dubcon, Anal Sex, Enemies -> to Lovers, This all takes place in his lab, Reader is one of his assistants, Handjob, Reader says ‘Stop’ at one point, 1.9k words.

A/n: This is probably the most personal thing I’ve written. I want to preface this by saying I wrote this to experience some sort of gender euphoria/ease some dysphoria I am having. So, please keep in mind that while the reader goes by no pronouns, and isn’t explicitly said to be trans, that reader is very much written through the lens of a trans person. With that being said I do not mind whoever reads this, all I ask that you please be respectful about it. Thank you <3

Summary: As Dottore’s assistant you’ve had your eyes on him for quite some time. You’ve done well to keep it a secret for a long time, but suddenly you find yourself acting recklessly due to your impatience. 

Tagging: @auphelia @themovingcastlez

“Dottore?” You asked, hand clenching the beaker and trying your damnedest to not break it by accident.

“Hmm?” He hummed, not even bothering to look up at you.

You sighed, growing increasingly more hot with each passing second. “Stop what you’re doing right now.” You demand.

He stopped looking into the microscope in front of him, but not because you told him to, rather because he was so appalled you’d act as you did.. 

He scowled at you. “Excuse me?” 

You shrink for a moment before gathering the courage to respond. “Dottore, I want.. I want-,” you struggle to get the words out as brave as you try to be. 

“Spit it out.” He started to get impatient.

“I want you!” You blurted out the words without realizing, shame flooded your body as soon as you had realized what you’d just done. 

He stared back in disbelief, his face growing red with embarrassment. Not only was he embarrassed but he was angry.

“I want to fuck you.” You said with lust filled eyes. 

He was taken back, he didn’t know what to say. He placed a hand on the counter behind him and leaned back, almost as if he was trying to back away from you. 

“That’s not going to happen. We both have work to do.” He explained, but you weren’t letting up. 

You walked a few steps towards Dottore and leaned in close to his face, your lips merely an inch from his as you started to rub his groin. “Please? I need you, Dottie..”

He swallowed hard as he felt himself get hard as you slipped your hand down his pants and had begun to touch his cock. You made sure to touch all his most sensitive parts, stroking him nice and slow before rubbing your thumb against the tip. He gasped at the sudden sensation, his body felt as if magma was running through his bloodstream. Dottore hated how you knew just where to touch him. Fuck, how he despised you with ever fiber of his being. He loathed you, was repulsed by you, and even with all that being said he couldn’t help but buck his hips into your hand. 

“Come on, I know you want it, you’re already so hard for me. Just give in already.” You purred against his lips. 

“Fuck you.” He spat, nearly moaning on his own words. 

That only spurred you on further, though. You started to grind your cock against his leg as you continued rubbing him gently. You started to go faster as you continued to thrust your hips against him, letting out soft whines as Dottore looked down at you in disgust. He hated how he couldn’t move, wouldn’t even fight back. Although even he couldn’t deny the heat growing in his stomach, every touch sent him further and further over the edge. Had it been anyone else and any other situation he would’ve done something, but he couldn’t stomach the idea of the pleasure ceasing to exist even for a second. 

He moved his hand to push you away, only a little, but you were quick to grab him by the wrist and force it back. 

“N-No, let me.. Let me fuck you.” You moaned. 

Dottore pulled away for just a moment before he was swiftly flipped around and pushed down against the counter.

“Careful, my patience is running very thin.” He warned.

You wasted no time in pulling down his pants enough to push yourself inside his hole, steadying yourself with a hand on his lower back. 

“Ohh, fuck that feels so good.” You moaned. 

The sudden intrusion caused Dottore to grip onto the counter, hissing as you slowly started to thrust in and out of him. You were already getting ahead of yourself and fucking him at an even faster speed than before, getting rougher with each thrust you made. You take one of your hands and wrap it around his waist and push yourself against his back as you fuck him. Your hips roll against his ass as the both of you are groaning in pleasure. Dottore has half a mind to put you in your place, but even he couldn’t deny himself like that. He enjoyed it, the feel of your cock dragging along his walls. 

You bit your lip and carved your nails into his plush skin, throwing your head back with a loud moan as you felt that heat begin to fill up in your gut. Quickly you increased the pace in which you fucked him, now having both hands on his hips as you drilled into him. Not caring about his pleasure you lost yourself in your own high as the thread finally snaps. You let out a strangled moan as you feel yourself release inside of him. You kept him pressed tightly against you so he had no place to escape. Dottore squirmed in your grip, wanting to be let go even if it was a nice feeling. Loosening your grip you move one of your hands to hover over his lower back, pressing it down slightly as you start to fuck in and out of him at a painfully slow pace. 

You watch your cock become covered in your own cum, breathing heavy as you see the white substance leak out of his abused hole. Already you could feel your desire return, you wanted more, whatever he was willing to give up you needed it. You pulled out momentarily to take some time to catch your breath, but before you had the chance to push yourself back in you were grabbed by Dottore and flipped around, switching positions with him suddenly. 

“W-What are you?” You had begun to ask, but he was quick to shut you up. 

“Quiet.” He replied sternly.

You wanted to question him, ask him what the fuck was going on in his head, but he went straight into it. With your back against the counter your cock stood upright, touching Dottore’s hard on just enough to make you go crazy. His tip was red and leaking with pre-cum, a sign that he must’ve wanted this just as bad if not more than you. Taking his large hand Dottore began to wrap it around both of your cocks, squeezing them gently as he jerked both of you off. You gasped at the sudden feeling. The sensation was heavenly, like nothing you’d experienced before. Already you could feel your confidence fade as your hand covered your mouth to suppress your pathetic whimpers.

Dottore ripped your hand away from your mouth. 

“No, I want to hear you.”

You opened your mouth as if to gasp but no sound came out. Instead you started to silently cry, feeling warm tears stream down your cheeks as Dottore started to stroke both of your cocks faster and faster. He kept this up till you were arching your back and crying out his name. He smirked as he drank in the sight of your body writhing in pleasure. It sure was cute seeing how the once confident image of you had been shattered and turned into the image of you he’d grown accustomed to. Soaking in the sight of your hips rolling and back arching as you cried for him to stop, but both him and you knew better than that. You didn’t want it to stop, not for a single second. If anything that just gave him the go ahead to keep going. 

“S-Stop, it’s- it’s too much!” You cry out, tears falling on your hot cheeks. 

He chuckled to himself as he began to grind against your cock, rubbing in the pre-cum leaking from both of your tips. Your bottom lip trembled just moments before he kissed you, slipping his tongue past your lips as he stroked both of you off. His hands were soft, just the thing to send you over the edge at long last. When you finally released yourself all over not just yourself but him as well, you found yourself moaning into his mouth and clawing at his back. Pure electricity enveloped your body as both of you desperately bucked your hips to milk each other of every drop of cum. 

“D-Dottore.. Fuck, that feels amazing.” You cried out, clinging to him in pure desperation.

“Shh, I’m here.” He spoke those words reassuringly even as they’re thick with condescension. 

You don’t care, only worried about how amazing it felt for his cock to rub against yours until you both eventually grew soft. You lean back against the counter, barely able to hold yourself up as Dottore went to get a fresh cloth to clean you both up. Your pants are down to your knees and you make eye contact with Dottore as he wipes the cum off of you. He’s gentle but still you hiss in pain, the overstimulation caused more harm than you expected. Thankfully, it’s done before you can even think twice about the pain. Dottore looked you up and down and then grinned slightly just before he pulled up his own pants, then helped you with yours. Something about looking at him as he did that had done something to you that you couldn’t quite put into words. It was truly mesmerizing.

“So..” You start, feeling the awkwardness in the air.

He jerks his head towards yours and glares at you.

“No.” He snaps at you, running his hands through his hair before adjusting the rest of his clothes to look more presentable. “Don’t even think about telling anyone about this, either.”

You rub the back of your head nervously and try to look the other way, but instead you only made awkward eye contact with a segment who had just entered the lab. 

“Geez, way to be harsh, Doc.” You joke, trying to make light of an extremely uncomfortable situation. 

He didn’t say anything or seem to acknowledge what you said but you could tell by his stiff demeanor and his hand that trembled that he was anything but unaffected by what had just happened. You started to walk your way over to the counter where you joined Dottore with what you were previously doing before everything escalated. The silence was deafening and even with the obvious way in which it affected Dottore, you couldn’t help but wonder whether he cared at all. You thought to yourself about whether or not he felt the same way during everything. Did his heart pound incessantly, an irritating pounding in your chest? Or was it an empty casket waiting for a body that’d never come? Whatever he felt he made damn sure he kept it to himself, and something about that truly disturbed you. Maybe, you pondered, perhaps things could be different in time. Perhaps all you had to be was patient and above all, persistent. 

[afreakingdork]

This is a bit embarrassing to admit and I’ve been putting off sending an ask for weeks, but seeing as Weak Spot is almost complete I figured it’s now or never; I daydream about the world you’ve created all the time, it’s like my go-to happy place in my head. Before I say anything I just wanna make sure you know I’m not asking you to write this, Weak Spot is your story and I already know what you have planned will make me weep on another Saturday morning. I just really want to share my thoughts because your story has been living in my head rent free like ever since I binge read 1-39 in one weekend. Do you think it’s possible that Donnie and Chester will ever meet again? I’ve been imagining what a wedding chapter might be like since 45 and my favourite ‘what if;’ I’ve come up with is what if Y/N were to send an invitation to Chester? I think I just really want Chester to see how much Donnie has grown and give him that ✨approval of a parental figure✨ he so craves. Perhaps the invitation being instrumented exclusively on Y/N’s behalf as a surprise for Don? I really wanna know what you might think 人´∀｀)

Oh gosh, no need to be embarrassed because I do the same thing! It's literally how I come up with all my little ideas! I really appreciate you sharing this and I'm proud of you for being brave to do so.

Narratively, it doesn't make sense for Donnie to meet Chester again sadly. Sometimes you bounce of people in your life and the interactions don't go the way you want. That doesn't mean that because you had to part ways that they weren't important. Sometimes those people you meet in blips are the most important of all (exactly why Sandwich Spot exists, but outside the main story because while it helps point the exact moment Donnie realized life existed outside of himself, it's not something reader will ever know firsthand, but they do know it because it shaped how Donnie is now).

So Donnie will never see Chester again, but that being said... I couldn't help but be inspired by what you wrote. so please, have this gift...

A moment in time in the not so far flung future that may or may not happen in Soft Spot:

He was getting too old for this.

"Come now! Violet can walk herself." Chester urged.

Or Harry had a point.

"But, pop-pop! She's so slow!" Jade whined where she was pulling her little sister.

Those morning swim classes were looking more and more appealing.

Violet pulled back on the arm that was wrenched in her sister's grasp.

Harry had been more spry since he started attending.

"What was it you were teaching me about sayings?" Chester tried a new tactic.

Meanwhile, Chester had only gotten lazier in retirement.

"Oh!" Jade lit up and let go to think with her entire body. "Let's see..."

His chair sat him so well, though.

Violet righted herself from where she toppled over and took a breath.

He'd always thought with his first grandchild getting older, he'd have to do less lifting.

"It's the one about the cow!" Jade hopped.

With the second, however, it had doubled his required strength.

"Close... How about another animal?" Chester smiled.

He wouldn't trade them for the world though.

This time recognition came to Jade with a slow glow. "You lead a horse to water..."

What a happy life he had the honor of living.

"But..." Chester nodded for her to continue.

Violet got herself onto her two feet and took a few shuffling steps toward him.

He prepared for that weight on his hips and held his hands out ready for her.

"You can't make him drink..." Jade curled a finger to her lips. "So with Vi...?"

With a grunt and groan, Chester got Violet up in his arms.

The little one curled against him, fatigued.

The park was a big, exciting world for a toddler.

"It means..." Chester paused in case Jade wanted to come to the conclusion herself.

Instead, her eyes shined as she stared up at him, ready for the answer.

"You can do everything in your power to help someone, but you can't force them to accept it." He explained.

Jade took a few steps toward him and pondered so hard it made her forehead scrunch up.

She was adorable.

A huge stock of black fabric passed by like a moving obelisk.

It pulled Chester's eye where he readjusted Violet's load.

It wasn't an inanimate object, but a long black coat.

It donned a very tall man who moved to the other side of the playground.

There, he found a spot to stop and in a turn revealed a blotch of green.

Topped with a shock of rich purple.

Eyes wide and free hand suddenly flapping anxiously for Jade's, Chester felt himself pale.

Donatello.

He hadn't seen the boy in years.

After the first few, Chester had been left to hope that Donatello had only taken his advice.

Despite the bitter end, he wished him nothing, but the best.

Donatello spoke.

Too far away and with a bustling park between them, there was no way Chester could hear.

What he could do was look down.

Where a joyful, albeit tired looking counterpart animatedly responded.

Chester's lips parted.

The second person then looked down before offering something up.

A small bundle whose lavender blanket wriggled to reveal another, much, much smaller green mutant.

Donatello took the baby and brought the child up to his face to coo something.

The older mutant's eyes gleamed.

Chester knew that look.

The one that topped eye bags as deep as canyons.

It was one he once sported.

It was the one his son-in-law now wore.

It was the look of a new father.

The way they looked at their own.

Donatello had a partner.

Donatello had a child.

"What's wrong, pop-pop?" Jade's voice broke in, thunderous amongst the many others.

Chester looked down and felt the tears streaking his cheeks.

He only gave a bright smile and continued to hold his hand out.

Jade took it and continued to stare up at him. "Are you hungry? Vi cries when she's hungry. Let's get you some lunch!"

Chester nodded and moved to leave the park with Jade in tow. "That sounds wonderful."

[totally-bogus-timelady]

Make do and Mend

Fwb!Steve Harrington x Fem reader

Chapter 2: The Proposition

A/N Here it is, chapter 2! Things are getting spicy at Family Video. As always comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and id love to hear some of your thoughts! Complete filth below. Enjoy!

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You spent your day at Family Video cleaning, serving people and restocking shelves, but only one thing was playing on your mind.

Steve Harrington had no idea of the impact that his words had had on you.

"We are in the same situation." Kept echoing in your head.

You were so sick of feeling despair. Missing Eddie and knowing that there was nothing that you could do about it but wait for the gut wrenching pain to eventually pass.

But if you could have a distraction? Something that would take your mind off it and just make you feel a little better about yourself, even if it was just for a few minutes... Surely that would be better than moping around or waking up in the middle of the night with tears streaming down your face.

Would it really hurt to just ask? The worst Steve could say was no. You were close enough friends that you knew he would understand and turn you down gently rather than make fun of you. If anyone understood how you felt it would be Steve, you were both suffering from heartbreak after all.

You continued to sweep the floor, broom sticking to one spot where Dustin had spilled his pop drink the day before whilst trying to convince Steve to let him rent a horror movie way above his age rating.

Just then a loud crash sounded from the back room startling you out of your thoughts.

"Oh come on!" You heard Steve exclaim.

Resting your broom against the wall, you made your way over to where the commotion was, only to be met with the sight of pure chaos.

The back room was a mess. There was a trolley on its side and a mass of tapes spilled out all over the floor. A very defeated looking Steve was standing there with his mouth hanging open, eyes going between his inventory sheet and the mess on the floor.

"Inventory not going well?" You asked as you came to a stop beside him.

He turned to look at you. "I knocked over the trolley and now all the tapes I had sorted are mixed with the ones I haven't, so now I gotta start all over again!" Steve whined, throwing his hands in the air, waving his inventory sheet around.

Steve crouched down to start collecting the tapes off the floor. You got on your knees opposite him to help.

"Not your day huh?" You gave him a soft smile.

Steve looked up at you his frown softening a little. "No, I guess not... Sorry, I know I'm being a grouch."

"Don't be, you're just having a bad day is all," You say whilst looking for the case to Teen Wolf.

"Seem to be having a lot of those lately."

You look up and take a moment to study him.

His hair was as usual perfectly tousled to get as much volume as possible, giving him his signature killer look. Big brown eyes, wide and sad as they mostly were these days and eyebrows slightly furrowed. You followed the slope of his nose right down to his pouty lips.

If the word 'overthinking' had a face, it would be Steve's.

"Steve..."

It was now or never.

"Yeah?" He looked up at you

This wouldn't just be for you, you decided. It would be for Steve as well. You both needed this.

After all, would doing this just once really be that big of a deal?

You were gonna ask him.

"About what you said earlier... About getting over someone by just having a fling..." You trailed off, biting your lip.

"What about it?" He replied, looking somewhat confused.

"Well, I was just thinking... Erm, I don't wanna go on a date with anyone either, even if it is purely just for sex... And I was just thinking - It's totally okay for you to say no - but I was just thinking that, well, maybe we could... Help eachother out?" Your ramble came to a stop as you braved a look at Steve.

His brow was furrowed, mouth slightly agape.

"What, like... Set you up with someone?"

Sometimes Steve could be so brilliantly oblivious it still amazed even you.

"Erm," You cleared your throat awkwardly, "No, not that..."

You took in a deep breath and watched as you waited for Steve to catch up with you.

His face went from confused to more confused before his eyes widened and it finally settled on shock. It would've been comical if you weren't so anxious.

"Wait! You wanna- With me?" He pointed towards himself, "You're- You're suggesting that me and you- Oh my god, OH MY GOD!" He exclaimed, hand now running through his hair.

"Steve I- It's just an idea! I- You can say no!"

"But- It would... Wouldn't it- You're my friend Y/N! I don't..." After flailing his hands around he closed his eyes, hands finally settling on pinching his nose.

"Steve, I don't... I'm not asking you out, I don't wanna date you. I mean no offence, you're a great guy its just, you are my friend. It would only be a one time thing... I just thought, maybe we could... Help eachother out."

Steve was now standing, pacing the room, still pinching his nose.

You let out a huff of air, feeling stupid. How could you have thought this would be a good idea?

He stops pacing and turns to you.

"You make it sound like you want me to take out your trash for you Y/N! You're talking about me and you having," He pauses and lowers his voice, "Sex..."

You look down and shuffle awkwardly.

"You're right... Oh god, I shouldn't have said anything. Just forget it, this conversation never happened... Sorry."

"Y/N"

Just then you heard Robin call out from the front of the store.

"Uh, guys! It's getting kinda busy out here, could someone come and help!"

Before Steve could say anything else you turned on your heel and fled the room as quickly as possible.

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Two hours later and Robin's shift had ended. Two hours after that and the silence was killing you. Just one hour left to go...

Apart from the odd straggler hanging around the adult section the store had been pretty quiet for the last hour, leaving you to rush around doing jobs that could wait in order to avoid Steve, who was still trying to do his inventory out the back.

He had popped out every now and then but had barely said two words to you.

All you kept thinking was, how could you have been so stupid?

Steve was your friend, Your coworker that you have to see at least five days out of seven. He was friends with all of your friends. Of course he didn't want to sleep with you! Why would he? Even before you knew eachother properly he hadn't ever hit on you. Not that you wanted him to anyway, but there was clearly no interest in that side of things with you.

You were behind the counter when Steve finally came back out.

"Well, three hours later and my inventory is done and the back room is tidy again... Well as tidy as it normally is..."

He had decided to brave it and came over to stand next to you, albeit with a little more distance between you than there would normally be.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he turned to look at you.

"Hey, uh... You okay?"

Avoiding eye contact you turned to leave. "I'm gonna go and make a coffee."

"You're making a coffee at 10pm?" He said looking exasperated.

"Well, I want a coffee, I don't care if it's 10pm."

"Bullshit."

You turn back to look at him now leaning against the counter, arms still crossed.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said that's bullshit, you're avoiding me," He gave you the signature Steve Harrington mom face.

"What do you want me to say? Yes I'm avoiding you! Wouldn't you avoid someone if you'd humiliated yourself in front of them earlier?" You say.

"What, so you're not even gonna talk about it? You're just gonna run away again. You know, you're the one who suggested it! You're the one who made the awkward situation in the first place, not me!"

You stride back over to him, finger jabbing into his polo shirt.

"Oh, so this is all my fault? You know this is exactly why I didn't wanna talk about it!"

"You said a one time thing."

You frown, confused at Steve's words.

"What?"

"You said a one time thing..." Steve's eyes glance at your lips.

"Yeah but... You don't want to..."

"Actually, I do... Actually, I think its a pretty good plan. No first date nerves, no worrying about if they wanna see you again. Just sex..."

"Steve, stop humoring me," You sighed.

Steve pulled you closer to him, now pressing you into the counter with his own body.

"Does it feel like I'm humoring you?" He whispered in your ear.

You gasp.

Where Steve was pressing himself against you, you could feel a long firmness pressing into your hip that was unmistakably a hard on.

"Ever since our conversation, it's all I've thought about all day. Think it's probably the longest I've gone without thinking about Nancy," He stops to push some hair out of your face. "So yeah. If you still wanna do this, I wanna do this."

You stop, thinking about what he's just said and realize, You've barely thought about Eddie since this morning. Pretty much all day, your thought's were consumed by Steve... by this.

You lean you head back to get a better look at Steve. His pupils are blown wide, his mouth slightly ajar.

The air is thick with a sexual tension that you didn't realize you and Steve were capable of creating.

He looks down at your lips, waiting for you to make the first move. You can feel his heartbeat thumping against his chest where your hand is still pressed up against him.

You run both hands slowly up his chest until they reach the whisps of hair at the base of his neck, fingers tangling in and tugging. Steve nudges his nose against yours gently before finally pressing his lips to yours.

It feels strange at first. Steve is kissing you. Steve is kissing you. And then you relax.

Fingers bury themselves into his hair, pulling and tugging. His hands grip your hips and press you harder against the counter.

He's making out with you like a man starved of physical affection, tongue slipping into your mouth making you whimper.

"Steve..." You breathe out against his lips.

He's panting, still pressing himself into you.

"Ugh, say that again," He breathes into your ear, now moving his kisses to your jaw, your neck and finally he's sucking on your throat making you gasp again.

"Steve," You say louder this time, panting out his name.

His leg at some point had made its way between yours and was slowly grinding up against your core, making your eyes roll back.

"Break room?" You ask, still trying to catch your breath.

"Yeah," He nods eagerly.

He presses you against every wall on the way, still making out with you, walking you backwards through the door until the back of your legs hit the break room table.

Steve's hands fumble with the buttons on your shirt, undoing each one and you shuffle to get your arms out of the sleeves before untucking Steve's polo and pulling it above his head. He then starts undoing his belt before you smack his hands away and pull him closer to you, slipping it out of his beltloops and tossing it somewhere in the room.

You grab the back of his neck, pulling his mouth back down to yours and nibble on his bottom lip eliciting a loud groan from him.

"Oh," He whimpers against your mouth, "Oh god, Y/N."

Your other hand palms him over his jeans before popping the button and dragging the zip down. Your hand reaches in and continues its ministrations.

Steve lets out another load groan.

He pushes you back and starts to kiss his way down your chest. Sucking just outside the cup of your bra.

"Oh, Steve!"

He stops what he's doing and looks up at you. Even though you're friends he takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful you look like this. Sweaty, panting and your eyes half lidded.

"You like that?" He asks.

You open your eyes and look at him, "Don't get cocky Harrington."

Steve huffs out a laugh, "Alright, Alright. We doing this or what."

"Hey, you're the one who stopped not me," You laugh.

Steve grins, shaking his head and you sit up to undo your jeans, pulling them down as Steve does the same with his own.

"Nice undies," You say, smirking whilst nodding towards his checkered boxers.

"Shut up," Steve whines.

"Or what?" You challenge.

Steve smirks, "Or I'll make you shut up."

You're about to reply when Steve sinks to his knees and starts mouthing at your thighs, making his way closer to your center, turning you into a moaning mess.

His nose nudges against your panties and he starts to pull them down, a string of wetness still connecting them to you. Steve's mouth hangs open.

"You get this wet for me?" He sounds almost surprised.

"What'd I tell you about being co- Oh my god! Steve!"

He licked a stripe up the whole of your pussy before he finds your clit, toying with it expertly with his tongue.

Your head bangs against the table as you writhe around in pleasure.

"Fuck... Yes!"

Steve, still toying with your clit moves his large hands from your thighs, giving them a squeeze as he does and slowly pushes two of his fingers into your pussy. He moves them in and out of you, each thrust deeper than the last until you're screaming his name.

"Oh god, Steve! Don't stop... Fuck!" You scream.

Steve removes himself from your pussy with a loud smacking noise. Fingers still pushing in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, he kisses his way up your body until you're face to face again.

He gives you a short kiss before asking, "You sure you wanna do this?" A small crease of concern visible in his brow.

"Bit late for that now isn't it?" You ask breathlessly, still grinding onto his fingers.

Steve looks at you, eyes flitting between both of yours, looking for an answer.

"It's not too late. I mean it... If you've changed your mind, then we can stop whenever you want," Steve says it with such sincerity.

You stop your movements for a few seconds, Your eyes searching Steve's big brown ones. Your hand comes up to push his hair back, out of his face and you pull him back down to you again, giving him a slow, deep kiss.

"I want to do this Steve. I haven't changed my mind."

You give him a small, genuine smile and he mirrors your expression, a relieved grin taking over his face.

"Okay, good, me too."

With that, Steve takes a second to shimmy out of his boxers and gives himself a couple of pumps before lining himself up with you. You look down before he pushes in and your eyes go wide at the sheer size of him.

"Holy shit Steve! How long have you been packing that?" You exclaim, now feeling a little nervous. Steve was huge, bigger than you'd expected him to be.

He looks back at you, brows furrowed once again. "Is it... Gonna be a... A problem?" He asks timidly.

You raise your eyebrows at him.

"No, I just... Wasn't expecting you to be quite that big is all."

Steve's looking at you, now unsure how to proceed, lost in his own thoughts again.

"Steve," You say, regaining his attention, "You can carry on, just... Maybe start off slow," You let out with a nervous huff.

With one last look at you, Steve pumps himself again before you feel him run his tip up and down your pussy, making you shiver slightly in anticipation.

"Stop teasing," You whimper.

"Sorry."

And finally, with a loud groan, Steve pushes in.

Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp as Steve sits, buried deep within you. He stops, cock now completely sheathed by your pussy.

You're face to face, breathing in eachothers gasps. Steve kisses your lips before letting out a sharp breath.

"Oh god, please tell me I can move now," He whines pathetically, making you grin.

"You can move."

Steve didn't need to be told twice. He pulls out and pushes back in once slowly and then he's like a wild animal. Desperately pushing in and out of you, shaking the table underneath you. One hand comes around your thigh and pushes it back, making you moan loudly at the new angle Steve has created.

In all the years that stories had circulated at school about what a sex god Steve Harrington was, how amazing he was in bed. None of them compared to this. Never did you imagine he would actually be this good.

One of your hands comes up between you and runs through his chest hair, tugging lightly before sliding up even further and carding through his hair.

A relieved sigh falls from your open mouth as Steve sucks on your neck. He was right, this was exactly what you needed to forget the pain. The feeling of intimacy, the closeness to another person and the high of your impending orgasm. For these few moments with Steve, your mind was at peace.

"Oh, shit... I'm getting close," Steve pants.

"Ugh... Me too... Oh, Steve!" At your words, Steve had brought a finger to circle at your clit, sending you even closer to your orgasm.

With the hand that's in Steve's hair you bring him closer to you, your mouth working his once more. Deviously, you purposely clench your pussy around Steve, squeezing him, milking his dick. Steve lets out an animalistic growl before shouting your name as he comes within you.

The feeling of Steve's cock pulsing as he comes sends you hurtling over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as you moan his name one last time.

Steve pulls out and flops down next to you on the table. You lay in a comfortable silence for a minute, the only sound being both of you panting as you try to regain your breaths.

Steve turns his head to look at you.

"How was it?" He asks genuinely.

Still facing the ceiling you answer him.

"Well, the stories are true... You definitely know your way around that area."

Steve starts chuckling and after a second you join in.

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Once you've both finally regained your strength, you start searching for your various items of clothing and get dressed.

Steve starts setting things in motion to shut the store, locking the back door and flipping off lights as you tidy up the mess you've both made in the break room and sort out your messy hair.

You grab both yours and Steve's jackets, handing him his as he meets you back in the doorway to the breakroom.

You both head towards the main door, shrugging your jackets on.

"Right, I'll see you tomorrow morning?" Steve asks.

"What?" You say puzzled.

"For work," Steve says as if you're stupid, confusion now gone from your face as you remember that you, Steve and Robin have another shift together tomorrow. "What, you didn't think I was gonna give you an early morning wakeup call did you?" Steve adds cheekily.

"Wha- No... Oh shut up!" You laugh again, shoving his shoulder as you go to leave.

"Although," He says following you out the door before turning to lock it behind you both, "If you ever want one just let me know," He continues his teasing.

"Steve!" You huff out with another laugh.

"Alright, alright, I'm done," He turns back to you now with a sincere expression, "Thanks, by the way. This was great, totally took my mind off... You know," Steve lifts a hand and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Me too. Thanks Steve," You give him a genuine smile as he stands there gawking stupidly.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Go home," You instruct, corners of your lips still lifted.

Steve looks as if he's suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Eyebrows lifted he backs away in the direction of his car.

"Right, See you tomorrow, Friend," He grins, putting emphasis on the word 'friend'.

"See you tomorrow, friend," You return with a grin of your own as he finally turns away from you to get in his car. You start walking in the other direction to do the same.

As you sit in the drivers seat you look at your reflection in the mirror and think about how much happier you look since this morning. Still tired, yes. But significantly happier.

You jam your key into the ignition and drive off.

[pretty-blkgirl]

Hannie Day

//gn!reader x Han//

Synopsis: You and Han celebrate his birthday

Genre: fluff, crack

Warnings: none fr except for swearing

A/N: Not 1000% happy with this but it’s my Hannie’s birthday (at least it’s his birthday in Korea lmao) so I wanted to put this out. Finna write Lixie’s story too lol

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“Let’s calm down,” You giggle, smiling brightly as Han pulls you towards the haunted house. He was practically jumping up and down with excitement, and you almost burst into laughter, considering he wasn’t gonna be this happy for long.

“Baby, you’re taking too long,” He whines, “There’s already a long line to get inside”. You roll your eyes playfully and decide to walk a bit faster.

Han’s been talking about this place for a while, so you decided to take him for his birthday. Initially, the members were supposed to come, but they all dropped out after hearing how scary it was.

Even Minho dropped out, which concerned you, considering he likes these things.

You two reached the line and waited (semi) patiently for staff to give you waivers.

“Damn, do they really need a waiver?” You mumble loud enough for Han to hear. He quickly signs his and gives you the pen to sign you.

“Yes, baby. It’s a haunted house,” He says in a “duh” tone. You two give your signed waivers back before being brought over to another staff member to pay. Once you’ve paid, you’re directed into the building.

“It’s happening,” Han cheeses, making your heart swell even though you’re already scared shitless.

The first 30 seconds are quiet and calm. The people in front of you are shaking with fear while the people at the back are laughing. Han is still bouncing off the walls, but that soon stops when a clown decorated in fake blood and bruises pops out of a corner.

The people in front run for their lives while the people at the back scream loudly. All normal reactions. However, you and Han jump so hard that you both end up falling straight to the ground.

“OH GOD,” You scream, immediately curling up in a ball. Han tries to play the brave boyfriend and gets up quickly, pulling you up by your arm.

He struggles for a bit since you’re adamant about staying on the ground.

“Y/n get up. There’s bugs on the ground,” he says. You have an intense fear of bugs but you stay there, that scare being enough for you already.

Han suddenly hears the sound of a chainsaw, looking back momentarily to see the same clown with the weapon staring dead at you both.

All you feel is your body being lifted and thrown over someone’s shoulder. You hear Han swearing as he carries you to the next room.

At this moment you’re happy the members didn’t come, they definitely wouldn’t let you hear the end of this.

Once you two reach safety, he puts you down

“WE GOTTA GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE” You yell. Han nods and starts to speak before suddenly screaming and falling to the floor. You look at him confused, watching as he stares at something behind you.

You contemplated grabbing him and running like he just did you, but you knew you couldn’t lift him if you tried. Instead, you turned slowly to find a person on stilts. They were painted in horrifying clown makeup, too, but instead of a chainsaw, they had two butcher knives in their hands.

You knew the scare actors couldn’t touch you, so you backed up until you reached your boyfriend. The actor walked towards you but stayed a few feet away.

“Hannie baby, you gotta stand.”

“Nuh uh”

You groan, watching as the actor starts to smile devilishly. “Baby, don’t be me, please get up.”

“Carry me.”

“Hell no.”

“I carried you.”

“I can’t lift you.”

“You haven’t even tried.”

The actor begrudgingly watches you and Han go back and forth, listening to more people sneaking out of the room without being scared.

They ultimately decide to buck at you, making you both scream before walking away to continue scaring people.

Han stands and wraps an arm around you, “They left us”

“Thank goodness,” You sigh as you two walk to the next room.

When you two got in, you both planned to hold hands, put your heads down, and run for dead life. That plan went out the window when you saw a bloodied woman start sprinting towards you.

Something must have snapped in your head because you started to punch at the air, making the scare actor stop in her tracks as Han looked at you with pure embarrassment on his face.

“Y/n….please”

You ignore him and keep fighting for your life, making the scare actor clear her throat awkwardly.

“I WON'T LET YOU WON'T KILL ME”

Han tries not to but ends up bursting out laughing, “They aren’t gonna kill you. Please stop windmilling.”

When you don’t stop, he manages to grab your arms and pull you to the next room, bowing at the scare actor as an apology.

When you two enter the last room, there are at least five actors in there waiting for you.

“Okay,” Han whispers to you, “There’s the exit. All we gotta do is run out.”

You analyze everyone. They all look ready to pounce on you at any moment.

Determined to leave, you both start screaming and running. You can hear the actors run after you as reach outside.

“GET TO THE CAR!” You yell. You can hear the crowd outside laughing, but you’re too scared to be embarrassed.

The actors follow you to the car, only stopping when you almost run them over.

Once you two are out of the parking lot, you finally start to calm down. Again, you’re grateful the members weren’t there.

Once you reach a red light, you look to your boyfriend. He was already looking at you, his heart shaped smile making you melt.

“That was fun.” He smiles

You smile back, “It was.”

You lean in to give him a kiss right before the light turns green.

“Happy birthday, darling”

[jennaispunk]

Gift of a Friend

Summary: An unlikely meeting leads to something unexpected.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC (Talia)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none. This is just fluff (sorry not sorry). A “This is how they met” story. It’s just two people who could use a friend finding each other. Maybe it might lead to more…..

Notes: I wrote this for the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange. This is for you @sawymredfox!!! I hope you like this. Thank you for being brave and reaching out to me. Look at us, two introverts making a connection lol. You are too sweet and my world would be a little less bright without you in it. Love you. 💜💜

The title is from a Demi Levato song.

Thank you @fallingforthearch for being my beta.

graphics and support banners by the amazing @saradika-graphics

The sounds of the bazaar filled her ears: children laughing… vendors calling out sometimes in their native tongue and sometimes in basic, peddling their fruits and vegetables or homemade goods. The sun beat down on the dirt as she made her way through the bustle and cacophony, looking for a few things to make up her dinner for the evening.

Another long shift at the hospital had come and gone, mainly assisting with patching up drunken patrons from the cantina whose mouths had earned them a fist to the jaw or the nose.

Gathering the last things she needed, she headed to her small home, ready to finally relax and maybe start the new book she’d been dying to read. The sound of babbling behind her caught her attention. She looked down to see a small green creature looking up at her. His big dark eyes looked up at her curiously, almost as if he knew her. He babbled again and reached his arms out to her.

“Hey, little buddy…. Are you all alone? Where’s your mama?”

Her eyes darted, searching the crowd. He was an unusual looking creature. Not a species she had ever seen before, but so adorable. Surely, someone must be looking for him.

His ears twitched, and he made a sound that sounded almost like a whine. He instantly lifted his arms again, and she scooped him up. The little creature babbled happily in her arms. She stared at him, feeling a sense of comfort and peace with this little guy she hadn’t felt in a long time. She felt he was trying to communicate with her, even though all his sounds were only gibberish.

“Do you speak Basic?” Talia asked. “Can you tell me where your parents are?”

The little green creature babbled again, tilting his head. His little hand reached out to touch her face. She softly gasped at the unexpected contact but relaxed as she felt the warmth and comfort wash over her.

“There you are…”

Her eyes shot up to behold a broad man clad in armor and a helmet. She recognized his armor immediately; he was a Mandalorian. She blinked rapidly at him, her tongue briefly peeking out to wet her lips.

“He's yours?”

“Yes…he belongs to me.” His voice was devoid of emotion through the modulator. He stood rigid and tall, an unmoving statue. The sun created an almost halo-like ring around him, making him look like some ancient god she’d read about in a novel.  

“Friendly little guy, isn’t he?”

“He doesn’t usually like a lot of people.” His response was short and to the point.

A puff of air escaped her lips as the little green creature babbled in her arms. This mysterious Mandalorian was so hard to read and apparently not one for conversation.

“Come on, Grogu. It’s time to go home.”

Her brow ticked skyward. It was an interesting name. The little guy completely ignored him, continuing to coo and play with strands of her blonde hair swirling in the gentle breeze.

He exhaled loudly, his right knee jutting out slightly as his hands went to his hips.

“Grogu…”

The tone of his voice made Grogu’s ears droop slightly and he pouted for just a moment before leaping from her arms and returning to his Mandalorian.

He scooped Grogu into his arms and turned away without another word. She huffed. Was he just going to walk away without a word? She opened her mouth to insult him, but Grogu’s high-pitched noises stopped her. The Mandalorian stopped as well, keeping his back to her but turning his head to the side.

“Thank you…for looking out for him.”

She called out to his retreating form, her arms crossed tight across her chest. “You’re welcome.”

“Mudscuffer.” she added under her breath.

Din walked away with Grogu babbling in his arms, reaching back toward Talia. Din shook his head, a strange feeling in his chest. Something about that girl intrigued him. Maybe it was how sweet she was with Grogu. Perhaps it was the way she called him a Mudscuffer when she thought he couldn’t hear. She had spunk, and he found himself wanting to see her again.

Halfway through the bazaar, she realized her mistake. The shopkeeper offered his son to carry the packages home for her, but she refused, her pride overruling common sense. She’d been saving for months to buy this easel and canvases, and she didn’t want another set of hands all over it. Besides, she’d made it this long on her own, and she could do this too.

“Dank Farrik!”  she groaned, adjusting the packages in her hands, determined to make it back home without dropping them.

Din watched her from a distance as she struggled, silently chuckling to himself. She was a stubborn one, too damn prideful to ask for help. His heart stirred at the sight.

“Here, let me help you with that.”

Taking the packages into his arms with little effort, he looked down at her, his helmet hiding his smirk.

She stared at him, opening her mouth to speak then closing it again. She hadn’t expected to see him again, although he had managed to find a way into her thoughts over the last few days.

 Before she could speak, Grogu took the opportunity to jump into her arms.

“Hello, little friend.” She laughed as she booped his nose.

“Which way?” he asked. The glint of his armor caught her eye as he shifted his weight.

“Oh, uh…. this way.” Her hand jutted out in the direction of her place.

An awkward silence fell over them like a heavy fog as they walked toward her house, neither one willing to break the tension. His boots softly scuffed the dirt in a steady rhythm, lulling her into a strange sense of comfortability.

“Do you have a name?” Her voice cut through the silence. “Or should I just call you Mando?”

One of his shoulders raised slightly.

“I figured you’d just call me Mudscuffer.” His chuckle was like a soft whisper through the modulator.

She swallowed hard and fixed her eyes on the road. She couldn’t believe he’d heard her say that. She thought he was out of earshot when she let that slip.

“My name is Din.”  

“Talia,” she offered before he even had a chance to ask. His head turned slightly toward her, giving her an almost imperceptible nod.

He sat the package down in her living room and straightened, admiring the small space. It was sparsely decorated but cozy—like a home. A worn bookshelf stood tall in the corner, filled with books and a few small trinkets. He wondered what sort of books lined those shelves and if she imagined herself in those worlds as she read them.

She watched him standing in her living room, the sun beaming in and reflecting off his Beskar armor. She found herself wanting to know more about him…. anything about him, really.

“Thanks for your help.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. Grogu shuffled around on the floor, fascinated by the space.  His coos filled the air, punctuating the uneasiness between them.

“You’re welcome.”

She opened her packages and set up her easel by the window, adjusting it a few times to find the perfect angle to catch the light. The canvases were stacked neatly into the corner under the small shelving holding a small assortment of paints and brushes.

“You paint?”

Din could almost imagine her sitting by this window; tiny speckles of paint freckled across her cheek, her brow furrowed in concentration as she worked. The sunlight streaming down, illuminating her golden locks, would have been breathtaking.

“I’m getting back into it again. I had to save for a while before I could afford a new easel and a few pieces of canvas.”

He quietly cleared his throat, shifting his weight uncomfortably. He wasn’t used to talking to people. He couldn’t remember the last time he had an actual conversation with someone. Talking to her was…nice. His cheeks flushed under his armor, and he was grateful she couldn’t see his face. He was a bounty hunter and a trained warrior, not some little boy with a crush.

“Would you and Grogu like to stay and have dinner with me? It’d be nice to have some company for a change.” Her cheeks burned with heat as she asked the question. Her heartbeat quickened with every moment he was silent.

“Thank you for the offer, but Grogu and I should be going.”  He didn’t know how to explain to her that his creed forbade him from revealing his face to anyone but his riduur. That was a conversation for another time. He’d broken that vow once and endured too much to redeem himself to risk it again.

Her chin briefly tilted toward the floor before she returned her gaze to his helmet with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

 “Sure…. maybe another time.”

His chest tightened as he collected Grogu. This feeling was strange to him—this feeling of wanting to connect with someone. He’d spent his whole life without any real attachment to anyone until Grogu. Now, he found himself wanting to be in her presence, wanting something with her that he always longed for but denied himself: a friend…and maybe something more.

Without thinking, he stopped in the doorway and turned back to her.

“Our home is just outside the city. If you’re ever interested, there’s plenty of good lighting and landscape to paint.”

The words tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them.

“I’m sure Grogu would like it if you came to visit sometime when you’re free. He seems to like you.”

Her smile could have lit up the deepest mines of Mandalore. This mysterious stranger had her completely captivated. She’d realized how much she missed having someone to just be with… someone to fill that void of loneliness she tried to ignore for so long.

“I’d like to visit Grogu sometime, too.”

[plumulesauvage]

Paradise in Hell 1 : the kidnapping

Genre : Sf, drama, adventure, psychological

Warnings : rude language, swearing, crude parts, men being shot and beheaded, Dementus

Relationships : Furiosa x reader, Dementus x reader, Immortan Joe x reader, Max x reader

Table of contents here

"Come on Fury ! We've come too far !" Whined Valkyrie.

" Oh don't be such a wimp !" Exclaimed Furiosa, looking at a peach, near the girls.

"Be nice with each other ! " Said Valhalla, bored by her two friends bickering. " And hurry Fury ! We shouldn't be here !"

"I know, I know... Let me just...." Continued the mentioned girl, climbing on the peach tree trying to catch one of the fruit without falling.

Valkyrie was watching anxiously, scared of being punished by the mothers for being way too close to the end of the oasis. She was the younger of the three, and while she always followed her two little friends, playing the big girl, she always hated adults scolding them for being too ruthless.

At the same time, one of the other girls, the one named Valhalla, caught a glimpse of what seemed like a horse, and disappeared quietly from the trio, looking for the animal. She was maybe the calmer and quieter of the three. Always following the rules. Always nice with everyone. Always doing as she was told. But, she was also the curious one, a dreamer. Always looking for a distraction. Always looking in a different direction, hearing noises nobody cared about. And, while being well aware of the many dangers of the wastelands, she was also the type to simply not care.

And it quite frequently ended in the same way : Mary scolding the three little girls for exploring the green place too far, ready to touch the sand like there was no danger in the Wastelands. That's why they all had little whistles, to call adults if something bad happened.

But, at the moment, Valhalla didn't care of being "too far" or "too close from the sand". What she cared about was right in front of her : four bikers hunting and killing a horse.

She couldn't believe what she saw. Who were these bikers ? They definitely weren't from the green place, she was sure of it. They were strangers, came here to kill and poison everything. They were enjoying all this suffering they caused to the poor beast. And the young girl couldn't watch it without doing anything. If there was one thing she despised, it was gratuitous violence. Seeing those bastards play with a life was too much for her young and brave heart, and she got way too angry to think before acting.

" HEY ! YOU DICKHEADS ! YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY ?!"

Next thing she knew, the horse wasn't enough of an amusement anymore. Now, she was the prey. And even if she was the kind to bite violently when needed, there was nothing she could do against four grown men and their weapons.

And so, the little Valhalla was assaulted by all those men. She defended bravely, hitting, biting, scratching in the process. The men struggled a little while before finally catching her, and tying her to one of the motorbikes.

" Few !" Exclaimed one of them. "You're quite the savage one ! Almost lost one of my fingers in the process !"

Hearing his ironic tone, the other men laughed, all together.

Valhalla was in fury, hearing those dirty scums talk and act as if nature was just a mere object, here to satisfy their wishes and needs. Just as they were treating her.

Then, they finally killed the horse and began to dismember it. They weren't paying attention to the little girl, now defenseless and as dangerous as a tree. They attached her to one of their bikes with a cheap rope, naively thinking she had no other resources than her energy and teeth. What a mistake.

Barely did they turn their back to her, she was already using a knife she kept as a secret to cut the rope. Slowly but surely, she will be free. Once she will be able to, she will use her whistle, alerting the many mothers of the situation. Or, at least, she thought so.

She suddenly heard a noise behind her. Turning as much as she could, she saw Furiosa gently tiptoeing to the motorbike, cutting all the gas pipe she could on her way.

Their eyes met, and they knew they had to act quick. Unfortunately, as Furiosa approached Valhalla to help her, one of the bikers arrived behind her.

"FURY !"

But it was too late. The men saw the second girl. And as she was trying to escape, using her breath to whistle desperate blows, they caught her.

They tied her right before Valhalla's eyes, before riding their bikes to run away.

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When Valhalla opened her eyes again, she was met by Furiosa chewing the gas pipe of her driver.

The first didn't recall everything, but she must have been knocked out while trying to shout her position to her mother.

Her head was throbbing from the pain, her vision was blurry and her ears were ringing. She shook her head, trying to regain full consciousness, and when she succeeded, she realized they were moving on the sand. It was night, and there was nothing but a desert of sand surrounding her.

They have been gone for a long time, and they kept moving. As the fear of being kidnapped emerged in her heart, Valhalla heard a strong noise.

This sound. She knew it.

It was the gun of their mother. They were saved ! Mary was gonna save them !

As hope and adrenaline filled her head, she began imitating Furiosa, and chewed her own gas pipe. The rubber was strong and thick under her teeth. And it left a dry and disgusting taste on her tongue. But she didn't care. What she cared about was to make her kidnapper stop before joining his camp. And she was determined to do everything possible, if it meant success.

Mary was focused, breathing slowly as her eyes locked up on her next target.

"BANG"

One biker down. Three left.

It was her fault, she knew it. She knew she should have insisted about not going too far. She knew she should have watched the girl more carefully. But here they were now. With no way to change the past, she could only trail the men down in order to keep the Green Place and her little girls safe.

"BANG"

Tch ! Missed...

She stood up and took her bike with her. It belonged to a man she killed sooner. There was still his blood on it, but she didn't care. What mattered was to get her girls back.

"Shit ! She chewed the pipe ! This little-" Shouted one of the bikers.

Furiosa did it, she cut the pipe and now the motorcycle was off, without any gasoline left.

Valhalla didn't have this chance, her pipe being way too much thicker to be cut with simple teeth.

As the two men were walking around the corpse of their companion (because Mary did kill another one sooner), they were both arguing whether or not it would be useful to keep the girls with them. As they argued, they weren't paying attention to the girls anymore.

Seeing that Furiosa was freeing herself, Valhalla whispered.

"Go... Mommy mustn't be far... You'll catch up to her !"

"But, what about you Valh ?" Asked the other one, still whispering.

"Don't worry about me. Go, now !"

And just like that, Furiosa was running away. But the men soon saw her, and, since they apparently resolved their gas problem, they took their bike, following the little Vuvalini to catch her up again.

Valh, trying to slow them down, bit her driver with all her might, making him cry in pain.

"AOUCH ! What a little fucker ! She bit me ! I'M BLEEDING !"

But his companion was still riding, following the footsteps of the first girl, ignoring the pain of his mate.

And like that, Furiosa was, once again, tied to the bike, head down and feet up, waiting for her mother to help her.

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"WE DID IT ! WE DID IT ! We finally came back to the camp !" Exclaimed the first driver.

That's the moment Mary chose to shoot one of the two men. She killed Valh's drivers. His bike felt, the little girl with it. She didn't wait another second and began to run behind Furiosa. She wasn't going to run away without her !

And so, she arrived in the camp a little after the bike. While the last man was telling his discovery to all his mates, she surprised them by running as fast as she could, toward the other girl.

As the men we're arguing over who will tell what to whom, Fury and Valh set a trap to the last biker, and hang him up with his own bike. But, as they were about to escape, the other men caught them up. Next thing they knew, they were brought to a giant tent, in the middle of the camp. They both tried to fight and escape, but it was too late for them…

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“Keep her still !” Demanded a man who seemed like the chief of the bikers. “They already killed enough men for today !” As he was pestering he entered a white tent bigger than the other ones, soon followed by the two girls and their keepers. Inside the tent, people were speaking around a motorcycle which seemed new and flawless. The oldest of them all was apparently explaining the origins and the making of the bike, while the others were listening silently, almost religiously. At the center of the group, looking at the shiny vehicle was a man covered in white. An enigmatic charisma was emanating from him, he had to be their leader. Then, the one who brought the girls, apparently named Rizzdale, interrupted the reunion.

Hearing the ruckus, the leader turned around, looking intrigued by the scene.

“And what do we have here ?” He asked, observing the two little girls, as they were looking at each other quietly.

“They’re from a place of abundance !” The first man explained. He seemed ecstatic just by talking about it. His excitement made his chief smile, eyeing the girls with interest. He made a sign to his men, indicating that there was no need for them to hold the kids anymore. They were just children after all…

“Hello there !” Began the leader, with a joyous tone. “My name is Dementus. Care to tell me who and from where you are ?”

The two girls looked at him curiously and with a hint of disgust before asking silently each other in search of what to say. But none of them spoke. They seemed quite reserved, not daring to look him in the eyes.

“Look…. It must have been a hard day for you two… You want to rest, and I understand. So, how about you tell me where you came from so we can all enjoy our evening ?”

But none of them answered. Their silence defying him.

Finally, Rizzdale let the last biker enter the tent, only for Dementus to notice how bad he actually was, his throat slit in two, vomiting his own blood and not able to speak anymore. It was too late for him to tell where the place of abundance was. and it pissed the warlord. He had enough of all that. Being interrupted for two impertinent girls and an almost dead man, gaining nothing else than a headache as a result was not on his bingo card. And he was having none of it. Not today.

“Okay….” He breathed calmly. “You don’t want to talk ? that’s okay ! Go and rest ! We’ll follow the marks tomorrow and we’ll see where you came from !”

He then dismissed them, gesturing his hand towards a woman and two men. He prohibited any men from approaching the girls, then changed the subject as they left the tent.