#look it's either a wall of text or i find a way to scream into the void

[chaoticly-shy-dragon]

Whoever wrote that percy jackson au of the dead boy detectives, you live under my skin and I love you. So much so that my brain tried to think of a way to make it even more canon-accurate without making them dead. or reborn Hazel Levesque style.

What I have so far is playing on the whole West civilization bit and how it moved to the.. well west - but also that World War 2 was a big three kid conflict? So. I have sort of a time-table and I'm throwing it out of the window.

Edwin is a child of Athena - that much stays the same - who is very bookish and very studious but not in the way the rest of his siblings are. They are handy and crafty, strategic and interested in architecture or design. He.. is not. (I need a reason why his siblings didn't come to help him when the "death scene" happens.)

The whole boarding school is one of many spread across the London countryside - Chiron moves a lot. They teach both ancient and modern warfare because magic or not you can't escape the bloodshed forever - you either get drafted or you run and get blacklisted somewhere or another.

(St Hilarion was actually a son of Apollo that got really popular during the Crusades - Zeus didn't smite the school when it was established because times are different and Hera would be angry if there was another big fire with no explanation that put their soldiers'- eh-hem- kids' lives at risk.)

They still teach Latin alongside Greek because it was what all normal boarding schools did and that's what they were. Maths, English, and Sciences - were all taught to the boys. The girls went to another school - where they were taught the bare minimum to survive. Because sexism was rampant and if the Romans were on the wrong side of the civil war, that means no matter how progressive the gods could have been in certain areas, they aren't now/then–

Artemis really, really hated that time period. Zoë or this version of Zoë got a kick out of shooting so many assholes in the face. Or in their dicks. They also got way more recruits than in later years. Silver lining.

Anyways: Simon - son of Hecate - and the bunch of boys, one of which was a son of Hades, do the whole let's sacrifice Edwin. Only the book is a Christian book on witchcraft that Simon truly didn't think would work. He and the rest - Hades boy included - did the whole preparation of the sacrifice as it was absolutely terrifying for Edwin to experience on top of everything else. They didn't know it was a real thing - but is the only reason why Edwin stays alive.

It's essentially a stasis charm that lets the ritual run for as long as needed without the poor victim dying beforehand. It requires bloodletting and "runes" and such. The thing is scary, traumatizing stuff so it seemed like a fun thing for Simon and his buddies to do. So they did it.

They skimmed the reading. Blood with power is spilled, ritual that is very real gets haphazardly done and so monsters get involved.

Fun fact, that I'm really hoping is actually true - sometimes monsters with names similar to other religions' occult beings pick up the summoning calls. If the ritual is shoddy enough for them to hear, the participants all die either way, it's only important who gets there first.

So. The bullies get killed and a fury-type thing drags Edwin's whole being to the fields of punishment so it can feast on its offering. He gets dusted Sally Jackson style.

We enter his hell era. ( Part 2, Part 3, TBC )

[anemoiars]

CRAWLING IN MY SKIN. ⭒ STEPBRO!NICHOLAS CHAVEZ.

ㅤ┈֯⠀ ͚֯ 𝅘ྀི𝅥ㅤ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . stepbro!nicholas chavez x bratty!stepsis!reader || fem pronouns, second person

❦ 𝓼ynopsis. .. . your step brother, nicholas, comes home hornier and more touchy than usual. you're busy with your studies, but, you know damn well — he doesn't ever take 'no' as an answer, and this time, it's no different.

❦ 𝔀arnings. .. . stepcest, pure smut; minors dni ! dub-con, dry humping, very nasty / rough sex + tons of dirty talk. manhandling, kind of forced sex (reader enjoys it, though!), pain kink, unprotected piv. anal fingering, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum eating (slight f!receiving), spanking, face slapping, spit; all that nasty stuff / 𓏸𓈒 ָ࣪ 𓂂 𓏸

❦ 𝓵exi's notes. .. . this is so dirty, and i am not sorry at all. lowk dark!stepbro!nick lives rent free in my head // i hope you love him as much as i do !! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ this one's for ya, @iamsebastiansstan @nicholaslut ♡

YOU RIP MY RIBCAGE OPEN &

DEVOUR WHAT'S TRULY YOURS.

with a half-burnt joint in your left hand and a book in the other, you sigh, eyeing the page you seem to be stuck on for two hours, now. the defeat and exhaustion seem to take over you, making your lids heavy and your head pound. or maybe it's the joint, finally getting to your brain, turning your body into a jello, until you can't focus anymore?

either way, you can't take a break. maybe, just maybe, it was too late to give up now, and you can't fail another exam — you do not want to disappoint your parents, after all. with a newfound motivation, and an image of your mother in your head, you focus on the text, cerebrating the best you can.

the smell of vanilla and sandal wood lingers in the air, filling the small space of your room that's illuminated by the fairy lights hung on the wall behind your bed. you find it best to focus when the light's not too bright, feeling best in the cozy atmosphere the lights create. you turn your head towards the ceiling for just a second, exhaling, watching the way the joint smoke lingers in the air, swirling around until fading into the air.

you don't even realise how much time passed until you hear the sound of the front door being slammed shut, making you tense against the bedding. from the loud footsteps echoing in the distance, you can tell it's your step-brother, nicholas — either pissed off, tired, stoned or horny as fuck. you roll your eyes — it's a saturday night, after all. he should be out, partying, hopefully coming back in the early morning, barely holding together and hungover; but, surprisingly, there he is, before the clock could even hit midnight.

just as you expected, he comes storming into your room, breathing heavily and looking a little absent. you try to focus on your ipad, the notes you took before you lost all motivation to study — but his presence makes it hard to concentrate. the smell of cigarettes, cologne that just screams nicholas chavez, and the musky undertone of him makes your head spin, and you try your best to not look up at him from where you're sprawled out on the bed.

“ouch, wow. nice to see you too, sissy” nicholas chuckles, and you can't help but roll your eyes in annoyance at his giggly tone. he's in a good mood, which is unusual, especially when your parents are away on a business trip.

“whatever you're here for, i'm busy, nicholas” you bite back, taking a puff of your joint, inhaling deeply, enjoying the tingle that spreads across your body. you nearly forget that you're half naked, only covered by as much as a cut-low top and some black panties — and you're suddenly aware of the lingering glances your step-brother sends your way.

“what? can't i just come by to say hi to my beloved sister? i'm hurt, baby,” he snarls, and by his tone, you can tell he's not hurt at all. you finally find the strength to look at him, letting your eyes roam over his tank-top-covered chest and exposed, bulging arms. as much as you hate to admit it, your brother — step-brother — is the definition of erotic, so utterly sexual you can't stop yourself from staring.

“nick, i'm serious. i don't know if you're aware, but some of us actually take college seriously,” you roll your eyes — a bad habit you got ever since meeting nicholas for the first time. a low chuckle escapes his throat as he closes the door behind him, slowly making his way towards your king-sized bed, not looking interested in what you're doing.

you know exactly what he's here for, but there's no way you're going to let him. no, not because it's wrong — only because you actually have things to do. and he's definitely not on the list, at least for now.

“okay, i get it,” he groans, throwing himself on the bed next to you, causing some books to fall on the ground in the process. it's your turn to groan, and you send him a dirty stare, smacking his arm away when he tries to reach for you. “don't be such a bitch, sissy. your big brother needs some help here,” he points towards the visible tent in his pants, and you snarl, not believing he actually said that.

the audacity.

“you're fucking disgusting, ew!” you scoff, although a familiar heat of desire begins to lick at your insides as you eye the bulge in his pants that seems to stare riiiiight back at you.

nicholas reaches for you again, leaving you no room to protests as he forces you to sit down on his lap. breathless moan leaves his mouth when he feels your bare ass press against his cock, and you sigh with defeat, annoyed.

“you could find anyone else to fuck, nick. i really can't tonight, besides — you don't even deserve it,” you murmur, deciding on not giving him the satisfaction — not after he denied you your orgasm at least four times last night.

“you know me, baby,” he groans into your neck, and your head instinctively turns to the side to give him all the access he needs, “even if i tried, no one feels as good as you. fuck, you know it, sweetheart.”

the fake sincerity in his tone doesn't fool you, even for a second, and you sigh in defeat when nicholas begins to trail soft kisses down the side of your neck. you hate him for knowing exactly how to break you, how to make you melt with a single touch, how to make you move around like a rag doll.

“nick, no. i'm fucking done. i need to study, and, i'm sorry to disappoint, brother, but you're gonna have to find another bitch to fuck tonight.”

the sound that rips off him is animalistic, inpatient, and nicholas thrusts his hips up to grind against your covered core. you let out a surprised gasp, hating the way arousal floods low in your stomach, but you know — you can't let him, not now. you try to slip off his lap, but he doesn't let you. you scowl, visibly annoyed now, kicking your legs into the air like a baby — a baby he thinks you are.

“you're such a fucking bitch, god. tried to be nice for once in my life, and that's what i fucking get?” he mumbles, almost to himself, lifting you off his lap as if he's had enough of your bullshit. you fall down onto the bed, arms sprawled out in front of you as nicholas kicks your legs open, forcing you to arch your back for him.

“get off me, you fucking dick!” you scream, panic overflooding your senses, mixed with amusement and lust, even though you hate to admit it to yourself. “fuck off, or i swear to god, i'm gonna scream,” you warn, but your voice breaks mid-sentence. and that's when you know — you're defeated.

nicholas holds your hips down, pressing his own flat against yours, pressing himself against you until the bulge in his pants brushes against your covered core. you scowl, half in disgust, half in total pleasure. your clit pulses where it's met with the throbbing tip of his cock, and, god — even through his slacks, you can feel how ready he is for you.

“so disgusting. a pathetic little whore. don't you know i always have the last word? do you think i fucking care about what you want and what you don't?” he chuckles, almost in disbelief at how quick you stop fighting him, letting him rock against you until you're a whimpering mess. “that's right, sissy. so shut up and take my fucking cock. be grateful for once, can you?”

nick rips your top off your body, throwing it onto the floor with a little to no care, and, to be honest — you can't find it in yourself to care, either. his soft palms run up and down your back, somehow calming, soothing; so much different from his rough, degrading words. the combination of his smell, touch, voice has you spiralling, and you feel yourself gushing, embarrassingly so, wetting your panties and nicholas' pants.

you hear an unmistakable sound of his belt clicking as he unbuttons his slacks, and they land on the floor seconds later, along with his tank and boxers.

nicholas can't help but chuckle as he pulls your panties to the side, seeing a string of your own arousal sticking to the ruined fabric. he knows it, then — you want it just as much, if not more than him, and he's willing to give you everything you could possibly ask for.

you gasp when you feel his tip brush against your swollen clit — just barely, to tease you, you know, as he loves to watch you squirm and beg. nick lets out a low growl as he watches your hole flutter around nothing, deciding that he has no patience to take it slow anymore.

and so, he pushes himself inside you with one, swift thrust, filling you so deep you can almost feel him in your throat. you cry out in pain, but you don't protest, knowing damn well he wouldn't care anyway. he doesn't let you adjust to his size, instead rocking into you with a rhythm that knocks the air out of your lungs, makes you grip the sheets hard, and you feel as if you might break in half from how roughly he's treating you.

“come on, take this dick. 's all you're good for, isn't it? being used like a toy. so fucking pathetic, sissy,” nicholas' hot breath tickles the side of your neck as he whispers the obscene words into your ear, causing you to shake your head and let out an inhibited cry. with his strong arm wrapped around your neck, cock rearranging your insides as you try to hold on to the last ounce of sanity you have left, you can't find the strength to answer.

you try to push through the pain; focus on the overwhelming feeling of his fingers playing with your erect nipples — the thing is, you can't. the line between your pain and his pleasure blurs as he pushes you down onto the bedding, forcing your head down so that you can scream into the pillow instead. the snapping of skin against skin — so obscene, so disgusting in a way — fills the air, only punctuated by your breathy cries and nicholas' occasional groans.

“no— fuck, nick, it hurts,” you blabber, reaching your hands back so that you can hold on to him, find comfort in his touch, even though it's so rough and painful. “nick, stop, fuck, i can't—”

“shut the fuck up. shut your needy little mouth up,” he spits, not slowing the movements of his hips, not offering you a hand to hold on to as his palm makes contact with your — already abused — ass, making you squeal in pain. “you fuckin' wanted this. now, take it. take it like a good little sister should,” he tuts, spanking the side of your ass once, twice, thrice — until your legs give out from the pleasure his rough hand grants you.

“you'll remember not to say 'no' to me ever again. you'll remember that you fucking belong to me. you'll remember that you have to take every-fucking-thing i give you. you think i give a fuck if you're in pain? you think i give a fuck if you pass out? no, sissy,” nicholas laughs maniacally. the tip of his cock hits your cervix with every hard thrust, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm you know only he can give you.

the rough cries he forces out of your throat only seem to spur him on. nicholas pulls you back until you are met with the hard muscles of his chest, contracting with every hard snap of his hips into yours. there's nowhere to hide, now, as you let out a sob so intense it claws at the top of your lungs, knocks the air out of your chest until your voice dies in your throat.

“please— please, nicky,” you sob quietly, your breaths coming out in short bursts. the change of angle has you spiralling, grabbing onto nicholas' forearm for balance as he rocks you back and forth on his cock, giving you no room to breathe or run from it. run from him.

“i love this fuckin' pussy of yours, my god,” he breathes, completely indifferent to your cries for mercy when he feels your warmth swallowing him over and over again. your walls clamp on him until he has trouble to continue the steady pace he set, and by the way your head falls back against his shoulder, he knows you're close. he can't help but laugh slightly, now, his fingers tracing soothing shapes on your cheek — a silent encouragement for you to let go, surrender to him completely — to stop running from it.

you know you'll be sore tomorrow, but the more the heat builds in your stomach, the less you care about the pain in your lower abdomen. your hips buck against him, and you try your best to fuck him back; feel him deeper in your guts until all you can see, smell, hear is him — your step-brother, rearranging your insides over and over again, indifferent to the way you break harder every time he touches you.

“nicky, shit—”

“that's not my name, bitch,” he growls — the sound ripping from his chest is so animalistic, so deprived of softness, it makes your head spin — due to both the lack of air and the sound of his voice vibrating through your very being. “be good f'me, yeah? c'mon, say it. say it and i'll let you cum. you wanna make your big brother proud, yeah, little sis?”

you try your best to nod, gasping, almost blacking out as his rough palm collapses against your ass again, again, again. nicholas frees your neck, allowing you to take a deep breath before he grabs your chin, tilting your head so that you can look him in the eye. a wide, open-mouthed smirk lingers on his face as he takes in your fucked-out expression.

your mascara running down your cheeks and neck, staining your reddened skin as if it belongs there — as if he's meant to make you cry over and over again. your mouth squeezed shut, lips pouting as he squeezes your cheeks together, smearing your fresh tears all over your face.

nick tuts, fake pouting at the sight of your lips trembling in his grasp. you gasp, resting your head against his shoulder the best you can, due to his powerful thrusts that push you forward, so close to collapsing on the bed — you know he won't let you, though.

“nick, shit— big brother, please,” you cry, groaning when he licks the side of your neck, claiming every inch of you without even trying, “i can't— it hurts so good.”

“i think you're enjoying this wayyyy too much, ain't you? such a slut, you love it when i hurt you? you love your big brother's dick stretching that little pussy out, don't you?,”nicholas tuts, breathless from the force of his thrusts — mind going blank when he feels your walls clamp down on his cock, and he's groaning, pulling you closer absentmindedly.

“yes, please! i love your cock s'much”, you wail, squeezing your eyes shut when nicholas slaps the side of your face hard enough to make you lightheaded. it hurts — hurts so bad but so good when he hurts you for his pleasure, letting out a growl so low it makes the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up. your eyes are wide and glossy the next second as you stare back at your brother, silently begging for him to please do it again.

“tell me it hurts. tell me you want me to ruin you,” he demands, his tone leaving you no room to talk back. you nod, and nicholas slaps you again, pushing you down onto the sheets and spreading your ass wider, enough for his cock to reach deeper inside your wet cunt.

“please, big brother— fuck! it hurts, hurts so bad!” you scream out, clamping down on his dick and creaming all over it, creating a white ring around the base. the sudden tightness of your cunt makes nicholas choke out a low, guttural moan, his thrusts slowing, but not quite stopping.

you tremble against the sheets, knowing damn well you're in trouble for not asking for his permission to cum — but in that moment, you can't bring yourself to care. the relief that washes over you is worth every bit of pain you know awaits. you sob loudly, unable to keep your mouth shut even when nicholas grips the side of your ass tightly, signalling that you should stop shaking and give everything he fucking gives you.

and so you do.

“nnghh, nicky— s'too much, stop, please” you wail — voice barely audible when his wet skin meets yours again, again, again, but you hope the exhaustion in your tone might awake the softer side of him, that, you know damn well, hides deep inside. you barely notice it when a globe of his spit lands on your puckered butthole, dripping down where the two of you connected.

“she'd been winking at me all night,” nicholas breathes out, smearing his own spit around your tight hole, and you barely have the time to register his words before his thumb teases where you're the tightest — that's why he loves your ass so much, you know.

“no, please—” you sniff out, supporting your body on your hands, shaking your heavy head as he bottoms out, fucking you slowly and surely now. you wince in overstimulation, feeling the pain take over your limbs as nicholas barely pushes his digit inside, cooing softly when you cry out. “nick, i can't anymore, please!”

even after the words leave your mouth, you find yourself moaning out, hating the way your body responds to nicholas' touch. he's more generous with your ass than he is with your pussy, you note, and you feel your heart swell at the realisation.

“so fuckin' tight,” nicholas groans out, hypnotised by the way your hole swallows his thumb alone, leaving only the tip of his dick inside your pussy to truly admire the mess he's made you. your walls clamp down on the remaining inch of him alone, almost as if begging for him not to leave just yet — and nicholas can't help but chuckle at the irony. “so fuckin' pathetic, sissy. j's begging to be fucked, aren't you, baby?” he asks, knowing damn well that you're unable to answer him — not when another, gut-wrenching sob leaves your mouth. it only makes nicholas grow harder inside you, if possible, his dick twitching at every little sound you make.

you whimper something sounding like his name when he slowly begins to rock into you, building his rhythm while he works his finger deeper into your tight ass. the sound of his voice, calling you 'baby', as if you're his and he's yours to love, to fuck, to claim, makes you tense against the sheets, your fingers gripping the bedding until you're sure you're gonna tear it apart.

“i can feel her clench around me, sissy. beg me to let you cum. beg like the pathetic bitch you are,” nicholas groans; his voice sounds stranded, as if he's barely holding himself back; the truth is, he's so close to the earth-shattering orgasm that already begins to lick at his insides.

“nicky, please, shit! you feel so good, don't stop, don't stop, please!” you scream, glad that the two of you are home alone, otherwise, you're sure you'd get caught long ago.

he loves this version of you — so submissive, so polite, so adorable — even though he'd never admit it out loud — drooling onto the sheets, barely holding yourself together when nicholas' thrusts get more brutal, even more painful. he groans shamelessly now, reaching down to tangle his long fingers in your hair, pulling you back until you meet his strong chest heaving behind you.

“such a good girl. wish you were always this polite," he laughs breathlessly, tilting your head so that he can kiss you, even though it's more of a tongues rolling together and teeth clicking than anything. you can barely keep up with the pace he'd set, and if it was with anyone else, you'd be embarrassed by the sounds leaving your throat. but it's nicholas — your big brother, the only man figure you ever had, you'd ever need. you're safe with him, you remind yourself, i'm safe with him. even when he forces your head further back, nearly causing your neck to snap.

you're safe.

the combination of his relentless thrusts, his thumb knuckle deep in your ass, the roughness of his touch and the wet exchange of saliva — it's all too much, and your head spins with the overwhelming pleasure. you teeter on the edge of overstimulation and another orgasm, wanting nothing more to scream until your lungs give out.

“you want me to cum inside, sissy?” nicholas asks mindlessly in between kisses, chuckling when you chase after his mouth as if you can't bear being away from him for a second longer. you whimper, nodding the best you can, gripping onto his forearm for balance. your pussy and ass clench around him, begging for him to please cum inside you, fill you up until you're full and leaking his cum. and nicholas seems to know exactly what's going on in your mind.

“maybe it'll take this time, yeah? gonna pump you nice and full, and you're gonna swell up with my babies, is that what you want, bitch?” he groans, pulling you back so that he can inspect your face, silently searching for any kind of hesitation. your blissed out expression only makes him chuckle in disbelief — you know damn well, though, he doesn't care if you truly want this or not.

his thumb splits your little hole open, along with his cock, working hard to rearrange your insides until you feel like the shell of a girl you were before you met him. when you meet nicholas' demanding gaze again, you feel your walls clamp around him, the funny feeling in your tummy beginning to spread all across your body, turning your mind into a jello.

“go on, cum for me. show me how much you love this fucking cock. how much you love me,” nick pants, a hint of desperation in his tone as he scans your face, feeling himself tether on the very edge; his thrusts becoming sloppy as he loses his rhythm.

“yes, yes, yes! oh my god, i love you— i love you so much, big brother! please, please, oh my—”

he doesn't let you finish. before you know it, he's claiming your lips in a bruising kiss, moaning into your mouth with no inhibition, gripping your hips with both hands as he lets go, painting your walls white. nicholas' orgasm triggers your own, and you cry loudly, clamping down on his dick as if to prevent him from leaving.

the feeling of his fresh load spurting against your walls is like nothing you could experience with anyone else, you realise. with nicholas' bulbous tip abusing your cervix, the veins adorning his shaft pulsing against your walls and nails digging into your skin until you're sure he'll leave marks, you can't imagine a better place to be in.

his arms wrap around your waist as you ride out your highs, drunk on each other, enjoying being close without saying another word. before you know it, though, nicholas' cock slips out of your abused cunt, making you wince.

he leans down, kneeling down to be face-to-face with your pussy, watching in awe as you clamp around nothing, aftershocks wrecking your whole body, making you fall limp against the sheets.

“push it out f'me, c'mon,” he whispers, and you obey — moaning as you do, feeling the warmness of his cum drip down onto your puffy, red clit. nicholas hums appreciatively, feeling his dick twitch as his mouth closes around your swollen nub, licking you up and down, cleaning up the mess you'd both made.

low groans vibrate against your skin, mixing with the wet sounds of his mouth working on your skin and your uninhibited cries. the pure eroticism of the situation: nicholas, slurping out his own cum from your abused pussy, moaning like a whore while doing so, makes you gush around his tongue once again, as an unexpected, weak orgasm rips through you.

nicholas keeps some of your mixed juices in his mouth, breathing heavily through his nose as he pushes you to lay flat on your back on the bed, his touch much gentler, now. he leans down, brushing his thumb against your lower lip in a quiet command: open. as obedient as ever, and with the little strength you have left, you do so, your tongue lolling out of your mouth so that he can spit into your awaiting mouth.

“good little slut. so perfect for me, aren't you? swallow. the rest stays inside, maybe it'll take, yeah?” he coos, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his pinky, watching as your throat contracts when you hum at the taste of your mixed arousals lingering in your mouth.

the next second, he's kissing you sloppily, not caring about the saliva dripping down the side of your face, his tongue rolling with yours to taste every inch of you he can get his hands — or rather, mouth — on.

he's sure you're his own personal heaven, how can you not? he surely feels like it when pulling away, taking in your pouty, fucked-up expression — so sweet, so precious, in a way, but oh, so incredibly stubborn and naive.

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[nicarnelian]

furever with kaji!

₊˚⊹ featuring: kaji ren x gn! reader

₊˚⊹ summary: when you bring a cat to kaji’s apartment and ask his help in making a decent home for the feline, every request must come with an equivalent reward. for kaji, he thinks kisses are sufficient compensations to your requisition.

₊˚⊹ word count: 1.5k

₊˚⊹ warnings: tooth-rotting cringe fluff, grammar errors!

₊˚⊹ author’s note: binged frieren yesterday, and himmel and frieren occupied my mind, lived on it, rent free 24/7 for the past days! i’m also rewatching 86, bc shinlena are my ogs! anw, enjoy this kaji fic w cats bc i love cats (this is a shameless self-insert fic, if i think abt it) ;)))

kaji ren finds cats tolerable. well, actually, he considers them insignificant to his daily life, so he does not particularly hate them. the only moments where he would come into interaction with those little felines are when the townspeople would either ask him a favor, such as by catching them or feeding them, or when those cats would rub themselves on his feet and legs.

he doesn’t find them annoying though; he actually consider cats something that helps him calm down, shifting his attention to the little furry animals begging for rubs and pats, rather than the rowdy environment that encircled him. but, there were also times when the cats bite him out of affection, and kaji, knowing the person that he is, screams at the animal. afterwards, kaji would flinch as he watches the cat run away from him, feeling guilty as he looks down at the small strands of fur left on his pants.

after a couple of cat interactions, it would take probably another month or two when he would interact or touch a cat properly. all of these cat memories of kaji were brought up by the current situation between the two of you.

the second you knock on his apartment’s wood door, kaji unlocks it, knowing that you would be visiting him. he missed you, even though you do see each other after classes and during weekends. kaji has gotten clingy with you — the type of clingy that continues to seek the presence of the other, the type that opt to hear your voice rather than casual texts on the flat surface of his phone. but now, he kinda regrets opening the door for you. his gaze travels all around your figure, until it stops at a pint-sized, black and white animal that you hug near your chest.

he looks directly at your eyes, “why the hell is that in your arms?”

the both of you stand motionless, as no one dared to break eye contact. you wear a dumb smile on your lips as you giggle at your boyfriend’s statement. you lightly pet the small animal that leans into your touch. “it’s a kitten!”

“i know it’s a damned cat, but why the hell are you here, bringing a kitten in my apartment?!” kaji could not control the volume of his voice properly, causing him to step back as he realizes what he had done to you. you see the guilt in his eyes spreading, as if afraid of the possibility that he might have hurt you from his words. you quickly give a light smile to reassure him, letting him know it’s alright and he didn’t hurt you in any way with his words.

“well, i didn’t know where to bring it! the landlady at my place doesn’t like pets, so here i am!” you continue giving him that beaming grin of yours. kaji finds you insufferable — the way these walls he had built since he was a child quickly dwindle into nothingness when you forced yourself into his life, with that stupid, witless, yet stunningly delicate smile.

kaji notices how your face contorts to ever single emotion possible — from how your eyebrows furrow in seriousness to annoyance whenever you do your assignments , and how they quickly crumple to relief whenever he says the simplest of motivational quotes that he most probably looked up online since he was new to interacting like this.

in months of dating you, he wanted to know everything about you albeit being impossible — but, he was the type to make any possibility a reality. months into your relationship, he has put into immense effort into knowing you, and you reciprocated such actions from your boyfriend. and, it’s safe to say that both of you are still staying strong after almost a year of being with him.

you welcome yourself into his room, which kaji did not mind since he will always think that whatever that is his is also yours. you settle the cat on his chair, much to his dismay though. “hey! it’ll leave random fur!”

you pout at him, “i just need a box and some discarded fabric to make him a home for the meantime. you have some?” kaji knows how much you love cats, which is why he completely abides by your requests. but, of course, every request comes with a equal reward.

“i have some boxes and i plan to throw away some of my clothes…” he mumbles. you extend your hands at him, like a child asking for candy. kaji smirks.

he walks towards your direction, closing the distance as he draws his face near yours. you flinch at his actions due to how sudden and unpredictable kaji has become. you place your hands on his chest involuntarily, as your eyes lock on his pair of gray eyes as well. “w-what is it…?”

kaji doesn’t crack a smile, but instead, pouts. his index finger points towards the skin of his right cheek. you watch him tilt his head, as if showing the skin to you, and the words he uttered were something you had not even expect to hear in a thousand years. “k-kiss.”

you blink at him, as you could see the tips of his ears reddening from what he asked. he just asked… for a kiss? kaji ren? the boy who had always told you that you were insufferable was asking for a kiss?

“w-what?”

kaji’s face fumes into a shade of red, “n-nothing! never mind what i said, c’mere! as f-far as i remember, some of the b-boxes were underneath my bed! i’ll search for—“ kaji blabbers and stammers all over his words. am i going crazy? he, himself, could not believe he had just asked that from you.

kaji gasps when you clasp his entire face with your hands and peck the location of his cheeks that he was pointing earlier. he grabs your wrists as you continue littering his face with soft kisses. kaji feels like his world is spinning, his mind cloudy, his heart thumping so fast and his face burning red already.

you give him a final peck on his lips and smirk, “awww… are you perhaps kiss-deprived, ren? but don’t worry, i’ll kiss you anytime you want!” you beam at him, after seeing his flushed face. kaji doesn’t respond, which makes you somewhat worried.

“ren?”

his eyes stare at his room’s wooden floor, shoulders moving up and down. his bangs cover his eyes, leading you to simply call out his name multiple times until he slowly brings his gaze upwards to yours. you nervously chuckle at him, trying to break the silence between you both as he bores his eyes into you. “ren…?” you smile cautiously.

“you’re insufferable.” and, he closes the distance between your faces, kissing you harshly. it’s certainly not comparable to this kisses you’ve given him earlier, soft and teasing — his kiss is hungry, as if he’s deprived of water and your mouth is the sole salvation. it’s filthy and rough, but you fondle his lips with equal greediness.

you place your hands on both of his shoulders, balancing yourself at the height of the moment between you and kaji. you feel his tongue grazing your lips. he wraps his arms around your waist, one hand casually roaming your body until his fingers tangle with your hair and push you closer to him. it feels like forever — kissing him in a room that just encapsulates who he is: his scent, his mark, his hands that hold you tightly but not too tight, his eyes that only look at you. the entirety of kaji ren being yours and you being his feels like forever to you.

“meow!”

the both of you stop, heads snapping at the cat already purring at your entangled limbs. it’s almost involuntary how both you and kaji stare at each other and laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck. you feel his forehead press against yours as he whispers, “‘m sorry.”

“for what?” you lean your forehead against his. “nothing, just felt like it. since, you know, accidentally raised my voice on you earlier.” kaji smiles as his head finally drops to the intersection of your neck and shoulders, planting soft kisses on the bare skin.

you ruffle his head, “‘s fine. i know you didn’t mean it.” he hums in response to you.

“but for now, you have to help me make this cat’s home! i’ve given you lotsa kisses earlier, so i expect more help from you!” you poke his cheek, trying to force him to look at you. you wriggle away from his embrace, and kaji finally whispers in response to your statement.

“‘m willing to do anything for your kisses. i’m glad to do more even.” kaji smirks at you, causing you to smack his shoulder and ultimately breaking the hug. you’re glad that he’s finally trying to open up more, to talk more. you watch as he kneel towards the cat and let the cat sniff his fingers — a small introduction between kaji and the cat.

you want to savor the moment, and sure you do, because being with kaji ren feels like forever.

[slrprki]

SK8TR B0Y

skater keeho x male reader

tags/cw: flirting ofc, suggestive undertone, keeho’s kind of desperate, m/n usage, he/him pronouns, i guess a plot twist??

authors note: this is for sure gonna be a series. i’m doing this with all of the idols i write!! cause i just need skater idols flirting with m/n. THATS IT THATS ALL! enjoy pookies.

the night sky shined its glory while the soft autumn wind blew along a slight cool breeze. m/n zipped up his jacket, tucking his hands into his pockets. he promised his friend that he’d finally take up his offer and go to the skate park with him.

the male walked on the sidewalk, his boots crunching on fallen leaves within each step. where could this park even be? they had many of them around town. it wasn’t helping that his friend wasn’t responding to his texts either. every question sent still shown up as delivered. m/n let out an content sigh as he came up towards another park. his legs practically ached from the journey he’s made on foot.

the park wasn’t as packed as he thought it would be. maybe this is one of the less popular ones. he made his way inside, observing the people around him. no sign of him. oh well, he suppose he could sit down and take a small break. just as he turned around to find somewhere to sit, he heard a noise. someone whistled.. was that towards him? “is it my birthday or what? didn’t think I’d be getting free eye candy tonight.” a voice spoke up, walking towards m/n. he whipped his head around, giving the male a confused stare. “excuse me?” he said, turning his body to the male completely, taking more a defensive stance.

“relax, baby. just couldn’t help but notice a thing like you.” the blue haired man said, shamelessly looking the other up and down. “what’s someone like you doing out here, cutie?” he questioned, licking his teeth and keeping his deep gaze on m/n. “i’m just looking for a friend.. did you need something?” “is your number too much to ask for?” he asked with a wink. m/n’s eyes widened. the man in front of him was attractive and quite tempting. he’s been told many times that he shouldn’t trust skater boys. they’re all known for being hoes, but the way this man looked into his eyes.. no. he can’t just give some dude his number like that. he has to earn it.

“i don’t just do flings. if you really want to get with me, you got to prove yourself.” this only made the male in front of him smirk. “oh so you’re a feisty one, huh? i can easily break down those walls.” he moved closer, starting to observe the others facial features. “i don’t even know your name.” m/n crossed his arms, standing back. “keeho. yoon keeho. you’ll learn it easily. soon enough, you’ll be screaming it.”

the males face flushed. who just says that to a stranger? “well, yoon keeho, i have to go find my friend now..” m/n trailed off, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. he instantly pulled it out, answering quickly.

“hello?”

“hey! sorry m/n for dodging your texts. i’ve been at the park for a few hours and i don’t see you.” his friend said.

“oh.. i’ve been to 4 different ones. i’m at the one near this school.”

“oh!” m/n suddenly heard laughter.

“what’s so funny?”

“i’m there as well. i’ll come find you!”

m/n was about to say something before phone suddenly hung up. he then groaned. “look, it was nice talking to you.. i guess? my friend’s actually here so i’m going to go.” the male was about to walk off until the sight of his friend came into few. the male skated over, smiling brightly. “hey m/n!” he said, coming to an abrupt stop, giving him a quick side hug. “m/n, i didn’t know you knew keeho.” m/n brought his gaze over to keeho who stood right next to him. “i don’t. i just met him a few minutes ago.” “i see. i’ve been meaning to introduce you to him. he’s my cousin!”

“WHAT?!”

[rithalie-writes]

Batman on bedrest - a crack dcxdpxml idea

Okay so they really didn’t think this through.

“It’s the seventh time he’s snuck out!”

“We don’t need a count Grayson, what we need is to find him!”

You see, Batman was missing.

Not in action, may I add. No, he was missing in the most mundane way, as in “no one is sure where he is but definitely not where he should be” way. You see, Batman was hurt.

Badly enough hurt that the Justice League made a collective decision to put him on strict bed rest in the Justice League’s orbiting base medbay - with Clark and Diane as the loudest advocates for the decision. Nightwing and the rest of the Gotham troop were hot on their heels, with even Red Hood scared for the life of the broodiest member of the League. His youngest child was in his twenties already, Bruce Wayne was definitely past his prime! The problem was that Batman did not want to rest.

The seventh time he snuck out, Batfamily stopped pulling their punches. They called every possible family member to the Base, including the newest addition - Damian’s twin brother Danyal, and his ward Danielle, in hopes that the presence of youngest (possible to call) offspring, will finally make him stay in bed.

Which it did. For half an hour until the teenager fell asleep.

“You’re a ghost!” Whined Nightwing, flashing a flashlight into the vents, lifted up in the air by bashful Ellie, “how can you even fall asleep?!”

“The school has been hard lately, ok? I just closed my eyes for a minute!”

“Less talking, more searching!” Commandeered Robin, stalking the hall with levitating Phantom hot on his heels.

“This is utterly ridiculous” muttered Tim, sitting cross legged on the cafeteria table and clicking away at his tablet in search of Batman on the camera feed “he is practically a grandpa already, how can he hide so well?!”

“Wait!” Dick shouted so loud that Ellie let go of him on reflex, the man somehow landing on his feet with grace of an acrobat, “Grandpa! Tim you’re a genius!”

Tim blinked, surprised as Dick scrambled for his phone, dialing a number so fast he had to try again, “what did I say?”

“Batman is a grandparent!” Dick half-whispered, aware that not everyone on Justice League was aware of the news, “I’m calling Corr to see if she can get Ma’ri here!”

“Simply plucking a grandchild on him might do the trick” Damian nodded gravely, “especially if it’s a young one.”

“Either that or we call our sister. I bet she could scare him straight,” shrugged Danny.

For a moment everyone simply stared at Danyal. Then the chaos of words erupted.

“We could have done that two escapes ago?!”

“Why didn’t you remind us sooner?!”

“Oooh that would be so much easier than calling Corr from her off planet vacation, don’t make that eyes on me Dick, I know you miss her but for gods sake she deserves that free time.”

“It’s settled then?” Asked Damian, just as Superman came into the room, wandering what the screaming was about, “we call Amari as soon as we find him. I’ll text her to prepare for video call”

“Who’s Amari? And how can she help?” Clark wondered out loud but Danny just smiled. “You’ll see. You’ll see.”

They found Batman half an hour later, bent over some files in the remote corner of the warehouse compartment. They all but dragged him to medbay, with him grumbling all the way. “Karma, old man,” grinned Red Hood as he deposited Batman in his bed. “You have a call.”

“Is it fine for anyone to see Batman in such state?” Asked Wonder Woman, looking nervously at the literal mass of bandages that made the man look more like a mummy than man. “He’s not exactly presentable.”

“It’s fine, it’s family.” Summed up Tim, setting up the giant TV on the wall in front of the bed. Superman exchanged a surprised look with Wonder Woman, not expecting that answer.

Soon, the screen flickered to life, showing them all an unexpected figure. A young man in his twenties, with a shock of blond hair and a generic black mask over very, very green eyes. Wonder Woman straightened up at the sight, recognizing the figure in an instant, despite the lack of the usual outfit and the black cat ears.

“Chat noir?” She asked, surprised. She knew who the avatar of destruction was, of course. She never expected them to meet like that though.

The wry smile that the man sported wobbled a little at the sight of so many people, including Superman and Wonder Woman, surrounding the bed of a very disgruntled Batman.

“It’s not the best time for a call.” He whispered, looking over his shoulder at something or someone. Only now could the present people see that he was dressed in jumper and sweatpants, non-descriptive and clearly domestic. The jumper had wet spots on it, and something that looked suspiciously like food splatters on it. He was clearly not expecting a call.

“We need to talk to Amari” Damian was not asking, but commandeering and Chat Noir sent him a flat look. “It’s important.” He added after a moment.

“No, you don’t understand.” Chat noir run his hand through his blond hair, messing it up even more. It’s already looked like a rats nest and the movement did not help. “We just got Emma into bed. She’s been fussing all week, she’s sick. We haven’t slept in a week, I think.” He furrowed his brows, “or at least three days.”

“You could have called” pointed out Red Hood, surprising about everyone in the room except for Dick and maybe Bruce, “I would help.”

“Yeah, we appreciate that but the flat is in no room for guests - even family. Ma- Amari would kill me if I invited anyone over.”

“We need to talk to her.”

“Nope. No way - she’s napping.” Chat noir shook his head “kwami knows she needs that.”

“I don’t see why you need to bother Amari with the call right now” grumbled Batman, glaring at his youngest “I’m fine.”

The sound of collective eye roll must have reached even Chat because he snickered before Batman glared at him too. Then he coughed, “with all due respect, you don’t look fine, sir.”

“The chat noir, the literal avatar of the god of destruction is calling you sir?” wondered Superman, raising his brow. He did not miss Diane’s lessons “how did that happen.”

“It happens” grinned Nightwing and Phantom, as they spoke in unison, exchanging amused looks.

“Yeah, that happens when you knock up Batman’s daughter the day after she turns twenty.”

Chat noir grimaced, Superman coughed in surprise and even Wonder Woman’s eyes bulged a little. She knew that Batman had a biological child. She suspected it must have been Robin. But to hear it spoken so plainly? Was she wrong to assume Batman had a son?

“You make it sound so bad. We were engaged!” Whined Chat Noir, raising his voice a little. Batman glared at him, clearly reminded of the fact and not happy with it.

Something behind Chat Noir moved, and he jumped around so fast they lost a vision for a moment. A hushed conversation could be heard, after which the man quickly left the room and came back with another generic mask in hand, red this time. He gave it to the lump of blankets resting on the couch, and it rippled as someone clearly tried to detangle themselves from the nest.

The young woman was black-haired and blue-eyed and she glared at the congregation with the same tired force as Batman did after the meeting ran three hours too long. Wonder Woman felt a sudden need to go and pray to her patron for luck - and benevolence because if that was the Ladybug, the avatar of creation…

“I’m Amari. Where’s the fire?” She deadpanned, clearly tired and cranky. She slowly lifted herself up from the couch with Chat Noir’s help who seemed to fret over her more than usual. The reason was shown almost immediately.

Ladybug was very much pregnant.

“We need your help.” Damian went straight to the point, “Father here won’t let himself stay in bed and heal.”

Oh, so Batman had multiple children. Wonder Woman felt a little shaken - and apparently one of them was the avatar of creation. A being so powerful she could literally change the shape of the world as they knew it.

Wonderful.

“Oh really?” Amari - or Ladybug as she was called glared a little harder, one hand resting on her belly. “And I suppose he must stay in bed for his own good?”

“Yes, and he already sneaked out seven times!” Added Ellie cheerfully, “Hi aunt ‘mari! Hi Black Cat!”

So the king of the dead was Batman’s son too. Great.

A literal titan.

Winder Woman felt a little faint.

“Yes, hello darling,” crooned Ladybug, smiling for the first time in the call, “I see they called all the big guns to help already.”

“You’re pretty much the last resort here sis.” Shrugged Danny, “it’s either your intervention or straight up tying the man up and I suppose he’d have an answer to that in five minutes.”

“You assume correctly,” Batman shook his head at his kids’ antics “There’s no need for any intervention Ladybug, my injuries are superficial-“

“They’re soooo not,” stage-whispered Ellie.

“The old man almost keeled over” added Red Hood.

“Yes, thank you for the commentary,” snapped Batman, “But I’ll be fine in the day or two.”

“Oh I bet you will,” Ladybug nodded, smiling that serene smile that made shivers crawl up Superman’s smile. Is that what Batman’s smile looks like? “IF you stay in bed and rest.”

“Amari-“

“Do you want me to come?” She threatened, and Chat noir made a strangled sound and a violent gesture of ‘abort mission’ behind her back. “Do you really want your seven-months-pregnant-with-twins daughter travel to space to make sure my kids grandfather stays in bed so that he can live a little bit longer?”

“Because I will do it.” She said when no one spoke, “I love you dad, and I need you in good shape so that little Louis and Hugo may meet their grandpere in his full strength.”

“This is blackmail,” Batman shuffled in bed nervously, “this is emotional stand-off.”

“I’m pregnant, my kid is sick and I’ve been awake for the last 36 hours.” Ladybug’s smile grew a little tight, “my husband has not slept in three days and he’s been holding down the fort almost by himself for the last four months. I’m way past the ‘blackmail’ stage”

“I see.”

“I’ll send Jazz up?” Offered Danny, “Ellie can tag along too.”

“Maybe it is time for reinforcements,” muttered Chat Noir.

“We will talk about it,” Ladybug nodded, then focused all her attention on her father. She stood to the side, showing off just how big she’s gotten since they last saw her and the batfamily had the satisfaction to see Batman actually gulp nervously.

“So dad?” She asked, saccharingly sweet “will you stay in bed like the doctors asked or do you want me to come over there to make sure you do?”

Batman sighed, visibly deflating, “One day,” he tried to negotiate.

“Kitty, help me pack my bag-“

“Okay! I’ll stay!”

“Good. Love you dad.” Ladybug smiled honestly, if a little tired, “Wait with extreme maneuvers at least after you teach my kids how to multiply by seven, will you?”

“Can’t promise that,” Batman also smiled, a real smile, “but i will try.”

Ladybug nodded, satisfied.

“One more thing,” Batman glared at both Diane and Clark, daring them to say anything before he looked back it his daughter, “love you too.”

Ladybug send her dad a kiss as she disconnected the call.

The next day, Batman woke up to see the tiny, black-haired and green-eyed child crawling up into his bed. Emma Wayne-Agreste babbled at her grandfather happily as he hugged her with one working hand, noticing she’s still a little hot to the touch. He could see Adrien Agreste, in full superhero paraphernalia, waving at him from the door, with Nightwing dragging him out of the medbay and towards the communal room with coffee in hand. Later he would learn that Jazz and Ellie went to stay with Marinette while Adrien was officially invited to the Base with his kid, to give both young parents a chance to rest.

For now though, he let his granddaughter snuggle under the covers with him, letting her smack him with her plush bat in the process. Yeah, he was not getting out of that bed for a while it seemed.

It suddenly did not seem so bad.

[metal-mouse]

Devils and Heathens Alike

Pair: Ryomen Sukuna x f!Concubine Reader (M/F Pairing)

Themes: Smut. Dom Sukuna x Sub Reader. King x Concubine trope. True form Sukuna (extra arms and mouths baby).

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut. F!Receiving oral. Unprotected p in v. Restraints. Power dynamic. Rough intercourse. Objectification. Degradation. Hair pulling. Choking. Guys it’s Sukuna, he’s gonna be mean. This is just pure filth.

Summary: 3k. You are Sukuna’s favourite concubine, and his favourite time of day is when you crawl into his bed.

Note: I’m down fucking bad. I hate Sukuna. I need him carnally, and this trope is just so damn tasty. This definitely started as a ‘hear me out’ text. I also think this is the smuttiest smut I’ve ever written. Maybe I need to find religion. Did y’all know I write fic sometimes? Yeah, I didn’t either. I don’t edit things sorry :)

The King of Curses. That is who you served. That was who you now walked towards, wearing a gossamer thin dress that did nothing to conceal your body from prying eyes. Yet, despite always feeling so exposed, not a single one of Sukuna Ryomen’s servants or members of his court would dare look at you while you roamed the halls. Not when they would face the wrath of their master for ogling that which is his.

Sukuna lounged on his large bed, one arm lazily curled behind his head as he watched you approach with appraising eyes. When he’d brought you here to be his concubine, initially you had resisted. His size, his power, his reputation… he was the most intimidating and sinister figure you’d ever met - until he waited for you.

The first time he had brought you to his bed, when you had pulled away from his touch with a noise of fear and protest, he’d stopped. Sukuna Ryomen was a figure who took what he wanted, when he wanted. Yet for you… He spent weeks ‘courting’ you with gentle touches and begrudgingly kind words. He had no use being kind to pathetic little humans, but for your body he was willing to make the sacrifice.

The first time you had given him permission, he didn’t even wait for the sanctuary of his bed. He’d picked you up and took out weeks of pent up sexual frustrations out on your tight hole right against the wall. You had seen stars, screaming yourself hoarse from the countless orgasms he had coaxed from you. When he had finally laid you down in his bed, you had to stay there for two days before you had the strength in your legs to walk again.

Months had now passed since you’d given yourself to Sukuna as his precious little concubine, always near him as though you were an accessory to his daily outfit, and you had grown to anticipate these moments. You’d grown to love the thrill that went down your spine and peaked your nipples just by the way he looked at you like he was going to devour your very soul - starting at your cunt.

As you walked towards the massive bed where the King of Curses lounged naked, your hands rose to the straps keeping your barely there dress on your body. You pushed them to the side, letting the thin fabric pool on the ground as you smoothly stepped out of it. Sukuna’s chin lifted in approval, his eyes trained on you and the way your body moved as you climbed up into bed with him and crawled towards him making sure to hold his gaze just the way he liked.

Two of his large hands came up, gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him all while one of his arms stayed behind his head and the other reached out to caress the soft skin of your belly and roam up between your breasts.

“You’re eager today.” His deep voice practically pierced your heart every time you heard him speak.

“I can’t help needing you.” Your voice quickly lost momentum as Sukuna’s large hand teased over your breast and came up to wrap around your neck.

“Such a needy little slut. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one being used.” All you could do was gasp as his hand tightened around your neck, his two other hands holding you in place by your hips while the smug bastard lounged lazily and watched you with those burning crimson eyes, “And that won’t do at all.”

Sukuna sat up, looming over you as he pushed you down onto your back. His single free hand came up, tenderly brushing some hair from your face - likely the only gentleness he would show you tonight. Your chin lifted, a silent plea for a kiss. He didn’t oblige you. Instead he gripped your hair and pulled your head back further exposing the column of your neck. The hand he’d wrapped around your throat roamed southward, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers eliciting a soft whine from your throat.

“What a pretty little sound from a pathetic little human.” Sukuna sneered, leaning in and licking a stripe up your neck.

“If I’m so pathetic, why are you so desperate for me?” Your question was met with a sharp bite at the base of your neck, Sukuna’s grip on your hips tightening.

“Don’t give me attitude, brat.” His voice was a deep growl in your ear as he gave your hair a sharp tug. You whimpered softly, your eyes closing at the sensation of his breath hot on your skin and his hand fisted in your hair. Sukuna’s hands on your hips roamed downwards, curving in and hooking around your inner thighs as he pried your legs apart. You reached out, gently caressing the skin of his biceps and shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck and teasing at his skin with your nails.

He held your legs open, leaning down and trailing hot kisses and licks down your collar, down your chest, until he took one of your nipples into his mouth. Sukuna’s strength held you in place as you let out a shuddering moan, his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh and his tongue swirling over your nipple making it stand at attention. As he bit and sucked at your tits, his grip held firm in your hair holding your head back. Sukuna’s thumbs massaged at your inner thighs, so close yet so far from your aching heat.

Your hips lifted, bucking as you desperately tried to get him to touch you exactly where you wanted. You whined out when one of his thumbs brushed against your wet folds, only for him to pull back and give you a slap on your pussy making your thighs pull closer together.

“Do that again, and I won’t touch you at all. You can choke on my cock then go. Do you understand?” Sukuna pulled your head up roughly to look him in the eyes as he warned you.

“Y-yes.” You tried to nod, your head barely moving from the grip he had on your hair.

“Good girl, now hold still.” His praise went straight to your cunt as he pulled your legs apart roughly, pinning them in place with his massive hands. Sukuna pushed himself up a little, his crimson eyes taking in every single inch of your figure. He didn’t touch you, he simply looked at you with his every intention clear in his gaze. Fuck, you loved to see that look in his eyes. A threat that you wouldn’t be walking anywhere for the next few days, and an unspoken promise that you’d instead be carried anywhere you needed to go.

It pained you to stay so still, while Sukuna’s eyes caught on your slick slit and he seemed captivated by it. He didn’t even have to touch you for you to be whining out for him. The sweet, needy sounds you were making made his gaze finally lift to your face.

“Do you want me to touch you, slut?” You were nodding before he even finished asking his question.

“Please. Please Sukuna, I need it. Please touch me.” It took every ounce of self-control you had to follow his orders and stay still. You wanted to feel him all over, you wanted to kiss him, you wanted him to be buried deep inside of you. You felt like you might catch on fire if he didn’t do something.

He let out a dark chuckle, stroking the pad of his thumb along your entrance and spreading your slick up to your clit that he slowly started to circle. He was barely fucking touching you and your toes were already curling. Sukuna’s touch became more firm, a shudder running through your body at the sheer relief that he gave you. The contact of his rough skin over your clit was glorious, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“A-ah!” You cried out as one of his thick fingers pushed into you. His lower hands gripped your calves, pushing your knees up and apart before he pinned you by the backs of your thighs in his strong grip. The hand in your hair moved to your throat, his thumb pushing against your jaw to force you to look at his face as his thick digit slowly pushed in and out of your drenched hole.

Doing your best not to squirm, your nails bit into the skin of his shoulders. You needed to brace on something while he fingerfucked you and his thumb rubbed lazy circles over your clit. The sound of your desperate moans and whimpers had an arrogant little smirk playing at Sukuna’s lips. He loved to see you like this, with nowhere to go while he toyed with you.

Sukuna’s grip on your throat tightened, giving you that delicious head rush feeling that only amplified the tension in your body as his finger buried deep inside of you and curled forward to press against that sensitive spot which he would sometimes tease until you were in tears. You tried to nod, gasping and letting out strangled moans as his finger pumped and curled into you.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty little hole.” Sukuna’s voice rumbled as he leaned in close enough that his lips barely brushed against yours. You whimpered trying to lift your head to meet him in a kiss, but he held you down by your neck.

“Please…” Your voice was but a whisper, but you knew that he heard you.

“Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you cum.” His lips curled into a sadistic smile, showing off his sharp teeth as he pushed another finger inside of you and buried his fingers to the knuckle over and over again while rubbing circles on your clit. Faster and faster his fingers fucked into your pussy, and that familiar pressure began to coil up in your core like a spring that was ready to snap. Your thighs trembled from where they were pinned into place by Sukuna, your toes curling and your mouth falling open as you began to cross that edge over into pure bliss - when he stopped.

Sukuna left you crying out and whining in protest as he abruptly pulled his fingers out. He lifted his hand to his stomach, the mouth there splitting open as his large tongue cleaning your slick off of his fingers as he grinned at you.

“What a sweet little toy.” He praised, letting go of you entirely, “on all fours.”

Breathing heavily, and still in emotional distress from your ruined orgasm you did as he said, rolling over onto your knees and planting your palms against the bed. Two of his hands spread your legs to the position he wanted, taking a firm grip of your hips. He pushed your face down towards the bed so your ass was in the air, grabbing your arms and twisting them behind your back and holding them in place with one large hand.

Your eyes practically rolled back when you felt the engorged head of his cock press against your entrance. Sukuna’s grip on your hips and your wrists became tighter, his free hand guiding himself into your dripping cunt.

“Fu— unh…” You didn’t even have it in yourself to form words as he sheathed himself inside of you, his hips pressed tight up against your ass. Sukuna’s second mercy of the night was the way he stayed still for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly his hips pulled back and rolled into you, a muttered curse spilling from his lips at the way you wrapped around his cock.

Sukuna fucked you at a steady, deep pace that had you drooling onto the bed. You couldn’t keep your mouth closed, incoherent sounds keening from your throat with every thrust. Your fingers flexed futilely, desperate to clutch onto anything as he held your wrists firmly against your back. With nothing to ground you to this reality, you were left seeing stars as he pounded into you over and over again. He filled you so perfectly, hitting all the right spots and giving you that satisfying stretched sensation.

“Fucking slut, you love it when I use you.” Sukuna’s voice was a growl. You managed to nod, moaning stupidly with your eyes squeezed shut as that heavy pressure coiled at your core again. “I can feel you tightening around me, do you want to cum, brat?” He sneered.

“Uh-huh.” Your confirmation was drawn out into a moan. Sukuna’s deep thrusts hadn’t stopped for a moment, his vice-like grip on your hips held you in place.

“Use your words.” He demanded, sounding a little breathless himself.

“W-wanna cum. Please.” It took every ounce of brainpower you still held to whine out the words. He let out a dark laugh, his free hand wrapping around you so his fingers could circle your clit as he drilled into you and pinned you in place.

“Cum.” And just liked that the hot pressure built up in your core snapped. Sukuna’s grip held you firmly in place as your orgasm rocked through your whole body with your thighs tensing, toes curling, and back arching so beautifully. He didn’t stop, pounding into you as your walls pulsed and clenched around his cock coaxing him deeper and deeper. You were a squirming mess of loud moans and desperate cries. You needed something to hold onto, you needed to breathe, you needed him to fuck you like this forever.

As your orgasm subsided, he pushed you away roughly and turned you on your back. He was on you in an instant, grabbing you behind your knees and pushing your legs up and apart as he grabbed your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. He angled his cock against your mess of an entrance and slammed back into you without mercy.

Sukuna grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him while he held all control. While he pinned you in place and resumed pounding your cunt, his wicked crimson eyes scanned over your features. They looked down at your tits that bounced with every roll of his hips. Of how gods damned small you were underneath him. His head tilted as he looked down between your legs and watched himself disappear into your pussy repeatedly. His head lifted, and he finally leaned in and kissed you.

His kisses were always all-consuming, heated, and rough. His tongue pushed past your lips, which you parted obediently as you drank in the intimacy of the kiss all while moaning into him without a single thought. As your tongues met, Sukuna’s strength holding you still, you felt a curious sensation. The familiar pleasure of Sukuna’s cock filling you to the brim was met with a wet, spongy feeling flicking at your clit. Gasping, you managed to pull away from the kiss to look and see the mouth on his stomach had parted enough to slide his tongue out to tease at your clit as he fucked you.

Over and over his tongue flicked and swirled around your over sensitive bundle of nerves, his hips rolling in tandem. It was like your brain snapped, you weren’t even sure if you were making noise now or if your mouth was just hanging open as your eyes rolled back from the blinding pleasure. Much to Sukuna’s pleasure, he got to watch the look on your face and listen to the ragged cries that spilled from you, sometimes interspersed with half-words and pleas.

Sensitive and overstimulated, it didn’t take long for you to crash headlong into another orgasm. Wailing out and thrashing to get away from Sukuna and the overwhelming pleasure, his grip on you only tightened as he helped you ride it out as you made a complete mess of his cock. He growled, his brows furrowing as your cunt pulsed and milked him.

“Gonna fill you ‘til you’re dripping with cum.” His words were a threat and a promise, but they barely registered in your mind. Nothing registered except for the throbbing pleasure in your pussy and the heat that spread across your whole body. He held your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. He loved that fucked out look in your eyes, the dazed expression in your face, the heat behind your skin. His thrusts grew more and more frantic until he let out a little grunt, fucking you deep and slow as he came. His grip on your legs and wrists became bruising as he emptied himself inside of you, with every roll of his hips your juices mixed with his seed spilling out of you.

When satisfied, Sukuna pulled out and looked down to assess his work. A pleased little smirk spread on his lips at the messy sheen of fluids slowly dripping from your cunt.

“Good girl.” His voice was a deep murmur, and he slowly released you from his grip and let your limbs sink to the soft mattress. With a resigned sigh, the King of Curses lay down beside you tugging you close with an arm. Fucked utterly stupid, your hormones and emotions ran high with tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. All four arms wrapped around you, holding you close just the way you liked as your body shook from the intensity of your sex. Sukuna pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close.

For the rest of the night, Sukuna would begrudgingly take care of you, bringing you food and water and holding you while your body and mind recovered from experiencing him. While he insisted it was foolish, annoying, and an insult to his status… there was no denying the tender touch he applied after having you.

One day, you knew he may grow bored of you, a curse was a fickle thing after all. Yet, for now, you would bask in his attention and his care that he pretended to hate so much. He’d chosen you. He’d waited. He’d let you become the best part of his day. You curled up against him, anchored by the strength of his body and closed your eyes, content to do it all again.

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ surrounded by stone ]❜

ft. yu. q wilson x f! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ while out exploring with wilson, you find yourselves trapped in a 1x1 hole with no tools to escape┊2.6k words

contains: smut!! switch wilson, reader┊takes place on a hardcore krisis server, reader is a member of krisis & shorter than wilson, minecraft mechanics, forced proximity & awkward sexual situations, begging & some teasing, mutual masturbation (fingering & handjobs), willy overthinking & being cute, implied polykrisis at the very end, his clothing actually might be innaccurate idk how all that works from the reference sheet, very very rushed ending

➤ author's note: i love this picture of willy, he looks so cute and shocked. i really went back and forth about how to go about this piece, but i hope that the finished product is okay!! this piece was long overdue and should have been finished months ago…

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ dedicated to the wonderful @vezalust, i didn’t forget!! i just struggled with motivation, but it’s finally done & i hope you’ll still enjoy despite how long it’s been since i promised it!!

“AHHHHHH FUCK GET ME OUT OF HERE!!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU ARE TOO CLOSE TO MY EARS FOR THIS!”

this was just supposed to be a simple adventuring trip to map out new territory and gather the necessary resources to progress through the world, but it all went horribly due to rotten luck. really, what are the chances of discovering three zombie spawners within a hundred blocks of each other? finding something like that would be next to impossible and would even be a great find for an experience farm if you were well-equipped, but unfortunately for you, it wasn’t as impossible as fighting off such a large wave of the undead. even if you two were heroes, you only had iron tools and partial armor and getting swarmed by the horde made combat extremely difficult. the rest was a blur, running around like headless chickens and blindly swinging at enemies that got too close while screaming various swear words.

by the time all of the action, you found yourselves trapped in a one-by-one crevice that wasn’t even tall enough for him to stand up straight, making him slouch so that he wouldn’t bump his head on the ceiling. since neither of you could get close enough to light up the dungeons, you resorted to digging into the side of the cave wall instead and wilson followed you as he placed blocks behind him to shut them out… except he wasn’t looking in your direction, continued until he backed up into you and realized that you were both stuck.

your tools were one block away from crumbling in your hands and you frantically began to search through your inventory, looking for something to fix your pickaxe with or to make a new one entirely, but it was just filled with treasures you gathered up to this point. truly, you were blinded by greed to collect new riches and completely forgot to grab extra essentials like wood. (although now that you think of it, you would need to break at least two blocks to place a crafting table and work on it, such an unimportant thing that is now inconceivable to get out of this cave.) “wilson… please tell me that you still have your pick on you…”

“so i… uh…” with how close you were to him, you could hear him gulp and shuffle around to tug on his collar. “i sort of freaked out and… threw it at a zombie… with my phone too… i don’t have any crafting materials either…”

your device lit up the dark space as you squinted and quickly sent the other two your coordinates, but it died in your hands before you could send the text explaining what happened. “well… it looks like we’re stuck here until vanta and zali wake up since it’s way past midnight,” you groaned. “we told them that we would be back in the morning, so they’ll probably figure out that we’re lost and will look for us then…”

the rough wall of stone was nothing if not uncomfortable to lean against, but you were barely a few inches away from the blonde with your hips still pressed together despite your best efforts to give the other a shred of personal space. it was getting uncomfortably warm from the shared body heat and you could only imagine how hot wilson must be getting in his hoodie, but the stifling silence was honestly a worse fate.

krisis have known each other for a little over a year and were one of the tightest-knit groups, yet here you and the hitman stood like complete strangers stuck in an elevator. it’s safe to say that neither of you could get a second of rest like this despite the long day of traversing uncharted lands, so this awkward position would remain until you two were saved. the idea of starting a conversation crossed your mind but was quickly crushed by the possibility of it falling off and making everything worse, so you decided to just keep your mouth shut and sort through your inventory.

although it had only been a day, the loot piled up in your pockets was impressive now that you were properly tallying it up with stacks of iron and dozens of various gems of ores— this would certainly be able to gear the team to travel across the fiery nether once ready and might even help go towards finding the end portal. you could already picture the gang full-clad in shiny diamond armor with the slain ender dragon at your feet, but maybe you were getting a bit ahead of yourself. for now, building a proper home and creating the gateway to what was essentially hell would be massive accomplishments.

you paused for a moment when you felt wilson shuffling around and realized that his breathing had steadily been getting heavier. peeking over your inventory screen with eyes that were now more adjusted to the dark, you could faintly see him biting onto the thick fabric of his outerwear’s hood. he seemed to be trying to suppress himself in a way, but was struggling terribly and sweating like a sinner in church even though you two had been still for nearly an hour. you tilted your head in concern, “wilson… are you alright? did you injure yourself earlier?”

“i-i’m fine… just…” he let out a shaky breath, his ears burning with embarrassment as he hoped to whatever god there was out there that you haven’t noticed anything. “could you m-move your leg?”

“oh, sorry! wait, let me…” you tried your best to scoot away from him, but the space was so tight that there wasn’t anywhere to escape you. pushing your hand against the course-textured ceiling, an attempt was made to push yourself back from his personal space, but to no avail.

all this while, wilson felt like he was going to explode. yes, he didn't want to realize that he had a raging hard-on— who would be able to bear the humiliation when he couldn’t run away from the situation? however, oh god, your lack of awareness was going to be the death of him, he really needed you to stop unknowingly rubbing your thigh against his crotch and making the problem worse. he’s so fucked (as vanta would say, he’s so cooked that he’s fried a crispy golden brown). what kind of depraved pervert he is getting a boner from being so close to one of his friends— you were never going to talk to him again after this if you find out!

he didn’t want it to happen this way, he wanted to confess his feelings to you in a proper way like a gentleman and go on a few dates before hopping onto anything like this. to jump onto you like a dog in heat before you even know about his feelings was so humiliating and would definitely dash any of his hopes of ending up with you because of how pathetic he was, but he wasn’t in the right mindset to think any more than a minute into the future. “i-i’m sorry…”

before you could ask him what he was talking about, you felt him cup your face in his hands and pull you towards him for a hungry kiss. your eyes widened at the sudden action, feeling him kiss you like a parched man wandering a desert finding an oasis. once you felt the prominent bulge protruding from his pants, you didn’t cringe in disgust like a normal person but rather became dizzy with want. you didn’t start this with any sinful intentions, however, you certainly weren’t going to take it back and reject the advances of someone you’ve fancied since the very beginning.

his hands wandered around your body, tracing over your skin and leaning into your warmth as his tongue darted out to explore your mouth. you couldn’t see a thing, but it only heightened your other senses from the vague smell of his cologne mixed with sweat and the heat burning in his fingertips. it felt unreal, the lines of reality and dreams getting blurred with every passing second. you didn’t want it to end nor did you want him to stop, you just wanted him to ease the aching pain in your cunt and to kiss you like it meant everything to him.

it did mean everything to him, but he was just too horny to focus on the sentimentalities that he was robbing your first time together of in a lust-induced haze.

he parted his lips from yours first, resting his forehead on yours and trying to catch his breath, yet continuing to press kisses onto you in shorter, more frequent intervals. he held you so close to him, it was almost like he was about to implode if he didn’t have his way with you right now, pleading and whining like a little puppy for your permission to escalate the situation further to chase his own high and hopefully yours too. a simple nod would suffice, anything would suffice, and hearing your soft pleas was more than enough to knock over the already tipped scales.

in his rush, he didn’t even bother to try taking off your top. he would only pop off the buttons by accident and ruin the garment without light or night vision of any sort to see just how beautiful your naked-upper form was, so there wasn’t much reason to do so. he would just have to make do with his vivid imagination reinforced by his other senses until next time (if you decided that you would still associate with him after this, that is…), running his hand over your naked skin and gently groping your soft chest. he’s so clumsy in his movements, like a high school boy who is going through his first time with another, but it really just a result of nerves from his affection for you.

you grabbed his wrist to stop him in the act, making him flinch in worry that he did something wrong, but you led it to where you wanted him most. “please,” you breathed, “i know we’re gonna be stuck here for a while, but i need you now.”

oh, if only you could see the expression on his face, you would tease him so badly for it! he just had to blink a few times to process that and got to work, pulling down your pants along with your underwear to finally access your heat. his throat became dry as the overwhelming desire to have you on his mouth and to taste your arousal washed over him, but there wasn’t enough room for him to kneel even if your legs were tossed over his shoulders, so he could have to settle for the next best thing as he circled your clit with his thumb and adding more pressure when you asked him to press on it harder.

“mmhh, fuck…” you threw your head back at his fingers beginning to work you open, slow at first, but steadily became erratic as you wrapped your arms around his neck to cling onto him. he seemed so shy about doing this despite initiating all of this, but hearing your cute little moans of pleasure gave him more confidence about his actions. your hands slipped under the material of his hoodie and managed to find the zipper of his bodysuit, capturing the metal between your fingertips and undoing it before he could notice until the fabric fell a bit below his waist.

he isn’t very built and on the slimmer side since his job is more reliant on speed and agility rather than strength, but you felt as if it balanced the playing field for you to have an equal opportunity to dominate him as he could with you. you traced a line down his torso and pulled at the elastic of his boxers, his breath hitching as your wrapped your fingers around his throbbing cock and experimentally started to jerk him off. if he wasn’t already, he was now putty in your hands and immediately bucked his hips into your hand in an almost desperate state while the pace of his fingers faltered.

you couldn’t help but smirk at his state just from your touch and tease him for it, “god, you’re so needy— how long have you been waiting for something like this to happen?”

he couldn’t keep his voice still and kept stuttering, how could he sound any different when you were stroking him so sweetly like that? “i-i don’t even know—mmhh— it feels like f-forever…”

forever almost seemed to be laughable since it’s just been a year and a few months since you first met, but it really does feel like it’s been much longer than that. there’s always been chemistry between the two of you which was a bit stronger than the other members, one that always had you gravitating towards the other. you frequently got teased by vanta and zali over this special connection several times and had no doubt that wilson went through the same treatment, now realizing that they probably thought something like this where hidden affections boiled over should have happened earlier.

he was dripping so much that lube wasn’t even necessary, your hand able to slide up and down his cock with ease repeating the motions: massaging his shaft while running your thumb over the leaking tip and smiling whenever he let out a soft whine as the building pleasure released all over your hand. he would have been more embarrassed about climaxing so quickly and easily if he hadn’t already diverted his focus on making you do the same.

his fingers were still halfway inside of you from before, but you still gasped when he resumed his relentless pace like he had never stopped at all and igniting fire under your skin as you clung onto his shoulders. wilson isn’t the most experienced, but he quickly learns what feels best to you based on how loud you’re being: what makes you go quiet versus what makes you shudder and gasp until you finally gush on his fingers.

as the rush of euphoria reached it’s peak then began to settle, you briefly thanked this blocky world for not listening to the rules of your dimension and that this tiny little space somehow contained enough oxygen to last for forever seeing as both of you were completely out of breath. your bodies were sweaty and a bit overheated, but it somehow felt fine since it all happened with him. “let’s just… stay like this for a bit… i’m so tired, and this feels so nice,” you sighed as a spell of fatigue suddenly swept over the two of you, leaning into his chest and letting him wrap his arms around you while relishing in the sound of his rapid heartbeat.

“so, uh… does this mean we’re dating now?” he no longer felt scared that his feelings would be unrequited, knowing that you felt same (he would have to ask later how long it’s been…).

“yeah,” you said without hesitation and placing a more loving kiss on his lips before falling asleep, “we are…” the two of you remained like that for long after the sun rose, not even realizing when your other two teammates exposed you to the light after digging you both up. it didn’t require a rocket scientist to figure out what happened over the past six hours based on the mostly nude state of your unconscious bodies, giving them a good chuckle, something to bully both of you eternally over, and a new awakening of desire that wanted to join in on the fun lit inside of them.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 51

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Trapped in another holding pattern. That's all that life seems to be. Phases. Dull and prolonged. Waiting but for what?

Your days aren't much different than before Lloyd's return. He may as well have stayed gone. For you, he's not there. He's nothing. He doesn't deserve to be anything to you.

Your routine once more stagnates; sleep and feedings and some crying. Between it all, you see Harlan or Dottie, sometimes both. Your mother-in-law has grown quiet, even evasive, since her son came back. You know why but you won't argue with her or her precious Marion.

You get your walks in, looking forward to the escape from the suffocating walls. Andy passes you often, waving or saying hi. He doesn't try to talk again, not with your father around. They barely acknowledge each other. You ignore his texts. You're still trying to figure it all out.

When you're at home, Harlan holds Luna as you catch up on your reality TV. You whisper back and forth about your most hated personalities. It can never be what it once was, or what you wished it could be, but it's manageable.

That day, Harlan and Dottie go into town to do some shopping. You haven't seen Lloyd but you don't mourn his absence. Not like before.

You have Luna downstairs in her rolling bassinet. She's fully fed and sleepy. You might do some cooking. You're finally feeling up to it.

You shiver and watch your daughter dozing peacefully. Why is it so cold in here? You hug yourself and notice the draft freezing in from the kitchen. You find one of the french doors slightly open and push it shut. You can guess who did it. You should lock him out but you'd rather not provoke a confrontation.

You go back to the front room. Something feels off. You don't know. Maybe it's just the empty house. You check the thermostat then the bassinet. Luna is tucked against the side. She must feel it too.

You make sure the wheels are locked before you flit out to grab a quilt from the nursery. You pant as you get to the top of the stairs. Whew, you still got work to do before you're anywhere close to back to normal.

You snatch the sewn pink blanket and come back down, catching your breath as you sweep through the doorway.

“Lulu,” you say quietly, “gonna swaddle you up–”

You notice the angle of the bassinet. It's not how you left it, almost parallel to the sofa instead. You rush over and nearly scream as the bottom stares back at you empty.

You drop the quilt and spin, searching for any sign of the culprit. You storm back into the foyer and stomp a foot.

“Lloyd!” You bellow, not caring if you wake the babe, “where the fuck are you? Give me my baby!”

Nothing. Just the echo of your anger. You snarl and holler again. Louder.

“LLOYD! I'M NOT FUCKING AROUND!”

You stride forward and go down the hall. Not in the kitchen. Nope, not in the dining room either. You go through the first floor, yelling, then ascend the stairs again. There's no way he could've snuck her up there.

“You motherfucker. Lloyd!” You stop at the top, “it's not fucking funny.”

“Jesus Christ!” You hear a door swing open, then another as he comes out of his bedroom, “what is it now? Wanna call me more names? Push me around?”

He has a towel clutched around his waist as his feet slap on the floor. He glistens, his hair slick and dripping the noise of the shower still buzzing. You gulp and your heart drops.

“Lloyd, give her back.”

“What?”

“Don't. Give me Luna.”

“Luna–” he grimaces, “what the fuck? You serious? You won't let me see her and now– wait, where is she?”

You stand silent in horror. He's a loar to the bone but dammit, he's convincing.

“You took her. I know… I went to get her a blanket and you…”

“I've been in the shower for twenty minutes, sweetheart,” he sneers, “I… she's… gone?”

You croak. It's all you can do. You spin and hurtle back downstairs. You near the bassinet again and squeal. Gripping the sides as panic floods your chest.

“She's gone! Lloyd! My baby! Where is she?!”

You hear him come downstairs and his footsteps rush across the floor, searching everywhere you did. He appears from the kitchen, barely hanging onto his towel. You look at him as he stares at you palely.

“The back door was unlocked.”

“I know, I thought you were out there–”

“Peaches,” he utters as his eyes dilate, “call the police.”

🍑

You're still sobbing as the red and blue flash on the other side of the window. You told the story a dozen times over. It's 2am and you haven't seen Luna in thirteen hours. You feel her absence heavy in your chest.

Your baby. You failed her. She's gone and it's all your fault.

Why didn't you just take her upstairs? Why did you want to cook? Why weren't you watching her? Why didn't you lock the goddamn door?

“Honey,” Harlan clinks down a mug and his weight dips beside you on the couch, “they'll find her. She can't have gone far.”

“No, no, no,” you bawl, head throbbing, “someone took her. Someone– it's all my fault–”

“Shhh, shhh, it's alright. It'll be alright. She got everyone lookin’, they'll find her.”

“I fucked up!” You fold over your lap, “I was selfish--c-c-carlessssss.”

He hushes you again and rubs your back. You can hear the police milling around outside, a few inside still investigating every nook and cranny.

“Ma'am,” an officer approaches, “we're doing what we can but these things can take a while. You know, we got a few volunteers from the neighborhood too and some statements–”

“I don't care! I want my daughter back,” you snap.

“Sorry, officer, she's just…scared,” Harlan slings his arm over your shoulders.

“Understood,” the officer says, “we're doing all we can.”

You sniffle and bury your face in your palms. This can't be real. It is and it's all on you. You wished so many times that Luna would just go away, you didn't want her, you remember that, and now that wish came true. You are a monster.

“Breathe,” Harlan coos as your breath turns shallow and suffocating, “honey, please, you needa–”

“Let me look!” You sit up, so dizzy you nearly keel over, “I wanna look for her.”

“Dear, you already did. You needa rest.”

“No, no!” You shove him away and stand, slippers slapping as you stomp around the couch, “she's my baby, I can find her! I know I will.”

“You won't help. Lloyd's already out there–” Harlan calls after you as he follows.

You hurry through the entryway and burst out the front door. You hear your father swearing as he scrambles for his shoes. The snow crunches under your thin soles as you jog past the cruisers and the uniformed figures.

You turn down the street without a thought. The streetlights flash over you, yellow, then darkness, yellow, dark…. You don't know where you're going. Maybe you want to disappear too.

You hear Harlan calling your name but he's getting further away, not closer. You slow down and cough, lungs burning. You lean on a fence post and bend to collect yourself.

“What are you doing out here?” A drawl brings you straight up.

You squint. You think it's Lloyd at first, you haven't seen him since the police got there. Andy steps into the soft hue of the lightpole.

“I… what are you doing?” You throw the question back at Andy.

“I'm a volunteer firefighter. Heard there was a missing baby so I've been helping. I'm sorry to hear about Luna. I don't know who would do this.”

You shake your head and snivel, “I don't know.”

“I know what it's like to lose a child but… I think… she's out there. It'll be okay. You'll see her again, I know it.”

“I hope,” your voice cracks and wipes your eyes as your grief spills anew, “I should go back.”

He says nothing. You back away and turn, dragging your feet down the pavement. You see the sirens lit up and the distant beans of flashlights. Suddenly, you're caught around the neck, a hand smothering your mouth.

“Do you wanna see her?” Andy whispers as you kick out, “Luna needs her mommy…” he wrestles you out of the cone of light and behind the fence, “so do I.”

You thrash, clawing at his sleeve. Your slippers fly off in your struggle as he squeezes tighter. No, it can't be him.

You were wrong. Again.

[werewolfnarrative]

BASHFUL DAWN

Xavier is exhausted after fighting against Soren and reliving his past. You try to help. [XAVIER X READER FLUFF]

THIS POST CONTAINS: Xavier X gender neutral reader, angst, fluff, Xavier is implied to have self-esteem issues, talking about feelings, cuddling and snuggling, my take on "Voyage of the Outcast" story chapter.

Enjoy.

BASHFUL DAWN

After the report of the college incident and the device left by Soren, Xavier had been missing from your life. The last day you two spoke seemed like a dream now, when he promised he would tell you everything.

Xavier always lies. Bile rises to your throat right after you wake up in the morning, plagued by the memories of your (boy)friend. Even though Xavier lived literally on the floor above yours, it seemed an invisible wall had been put between you.

You knocked on his door the following afternoon, but no response. You hadn't seem him in the Hunters Association for work either, Captain Jenna's brow furrowed in concern, but brushing it off like a "well earned rest". When you left the apartment to feed the stray cat, there was already a bowl of food in its telltale place. You visit Philos, inquiring poor Jeremiah to where his friend might have been. The man was sweating cold, saying he didn't know. Things reaching a breaking point when you visited your garden, the one you saved from a Wanderer oh so long ago.

It really felt like he was gone from your life, barely any signal of life to say he was there at all.

After a few days of trying to pick yourself up (Tara truly was a wonderful friend to hear your rants and watch your comfort movies), you see a familiar bedhead leaving a convenience store with five bowls of hotpot in hand.

"Xavier?" His lustrous blond hair was now matted and lifeless. His blue, shiny eyes did not reflect any light anymore, and his lovely white sweater, the one you stole and wore so many times, was almost falling from his shoulders.

He looked terrible.

"Hi." He says, still not meeting your gaze. You wanted to yell, scream, grab him by his arms and ask where the hell he has been. Even so, seeing him like this made your anger deflate like a sad balloon. "Are you okay?" You ask.

Xavier lifts his head, shocked. Guess he wasn't expecting that reaction either. "I was the one who ghosted you. I'm the one who is supposed to be making amends." He concludes and falls silent again. "I'm sorry. I keep messing up."

This version of your lover was nothing short of terrible. You had never seem him look so defeated. "Why didn't you reply to me texts? My calls? I dropped by your place so many times." Street lights and car honks were all around you, but you coudn't find yourself to care. In fact, your world seemed just too quiet.

"Let's go to my place. I guess I owe you an explanation." No more words were exchanged during the walk, and maybe you prefered it that way. The last thing you want is to make a fuss in front of the whole building.

The inside of Xavier's apartment was messy. Some dirty dishes here and there, unfinished books scattered around and no calm music playing. His trustworthy cleaning robot, the one he would not stop talking about a while back, layed gathering dust in a corner. The entire place seemed pretty much unrecognizable.

Xavier put some water to boil for his hotpots and sat beside you on the fluffly couch. "The first thing I should do is apologize. No one should go missing like that, especially after what we went through." You hum. A sign for him to keep going. "I tought things would be better if I tried to solve them by myself. No matter what, I want you to be safe. And happy."

"What makes you think I don't want to be part of this? Of finding things out with you?" You squish his face gently between your hands. He goes limp in your hold, content. "It's dangerous, and I don't even know if my plan will work at all."

"If you tell me what the plan is, then I can help you." You say matter-of-factly and raise a brow. Xavier's face scrunches and he laughs. His voice was a little hoarse, but beautiful as always. How you missed that.

"What do I have to say to make you understand we are in this together? Don't think you're getting rid of me so easily." He closes the distance between you, holding all of your body close against his. "I would never want to get rid of you."

Your lovely silence was interrupted by the sound of metal clanking against each other and the smell of something burning. "Xavier! The water for the hotpot!" You both look at each other with newfound horror before sprinting to the kitchen.

Some things never change.

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The hotpots were delicious, even if you scolded him for eating instant food for a week straight. You both made a promise to clean the apartment on the following day and start putting things in order. Slowly.

"Thank you for being here. And not being mad." You think a little before replying. "I am mad, I won't deny. But I also like you a lot and don't want to lose what we have. If you promise me to be more open about what you want and what you need, we'll be alright."

"Okay. I'll try." Xavier takes a deep breath. "I love you." Thank goodness your boyfriend didn't have a phone right now, because your face was priceless: eyes open and mouth agape. "I love you too."

You two end up sharing a bed that night. His room was messy like the rest of the house, but you promised to fix it in the morning. As so, all the lights were turned off and you hugged Xavier from under the covers. Everything seemed alright in the world.

When the sun arrived the next morning, you two were still holding each other close. No matter how dark the night, there would always be stars to guide the way, and the morning would surely arrive. You hold Xavier a little tighter and drift back to sleep.

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Contents: Major fluff, cute kitty, Benjamin Wadsworth fan cast as Mattheo Riddle, Hogwarts, fun fun fun

Important Info: You are a Ravenclaw that lives at Hogwarts, your character is named Rory. U little cat mom.

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It was around 8pm, about the time I calm down for the night. I'd much rather be watching tv by myself in the peace of my bed rather than entertain bimbos all day and night. My room was dimly lit, the brightness flashing away every now and then as South Park distracted my attention. I felt nothing but peace in the moment, well, until something brushed against my hand..

If the loud smack of my hand against the wall didn't alert my neighbor that a monster was coming to take me, my scream sure did. I jumped out of bed, immediately putting my back to the wall because of a stupid superstition. But just then did I realize it was a cat. I reached my hand out and slowly started petting it, trying to find a collar, but nothing. I uploaded a picture of it to the school profile before laying back down, playing around with the grey cat. It looked like about a 3-5 year old cat, pretty lazy but playful nonetheless. In about 5 minutes, a text rang through my phone. I'm never one to keep up with messages, it being no different this time. I brushed off the first 3 or so messages, finally checking after getting annoyed

Maybe: Mattheo Riddle

Hey, why's my cat on your bed?

Because there's no way she just snuck into your closed dorm..

I want her back tonight.

Great, an asshole to come ruin my night

Maybe: Mattheo Riddle

My air lock is broke and my roommate is out to pick up food, so I kept the door cracked

My dorm is Ravenclaw, 3rd floor, room 312, you are more than welcome to come pick her up

I'm not coming to your dorm when you took my cat

Read 3m ago

I set my phone down, done with what I needed to say. Get the cat or not, I'm fine either way. I slipped on a hoodless sweatshirt over my sports bra, just incase the guy does actually end up showing up. Mattheo Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, the name didn't ring a bell. Not in any of my classes I'm pretty sure, and Ravenclaws stay out of other houses business. He must be a bit careless if his cat is wandering around Ravenclaw dorms, but maybe the guy had a tough day or something.

I didn't even hear a knock or a door creak, just my bedroom door swing open. A fairly sized man stood at my doorway. He had a long sleeved plain dark blue shirt on and blue plaid pajama pants, his strings untied and his waistband crooked on his hips. He had dark brown curly hair, matching his dark black eyes. He looked like he was ready to be in for the night too, obviously annoyed by having to be here. His eyes studied my face as he stayed silent, his arms crossed and his fingers tapping in order on his arm. It was almost like he was judging me; reading into every good and bad thing about me.

"I have a busy night wheres Birdie?" He muttered, pissed off that I didn't read his mind apparently. His cat was tucked against my stomach, curled against my legs as I laid on my side. I moved my legs down, showing him where his cat was since he couldn't see past my legs in the blanket.

"Birdie? Odd name for a cat. Doesn't look like you have anything planned." I said as i scanned his clothes and messy hair. His plans included scrolling on his phone, watching tv, and sleeping.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, reluctantly walking over to wrap his hands around his sleeping cat, lifting her against his chest. He backed up quickly, trying not to invade my personal space as he headed back to my bedroom door.

He nodded as a 'Thank you' and walked out of my apartment with his cat back. I heard my front door shut and immediately jumped up and ran to it. Fuck, I'm locked in. I grabbed my phone and had no time to text, immediately facetiming the Mattheo guy. He couldn't have gotten too far. He answered the phone with a confused face, still walking down the hall.

"Hey so sorry to bother, do you have your credit card with you by chance?" I asked quickly, not waisting any time. My face was close to the phone, not giving a care in the world what I looked like. His eyebrows scrunched up even more, a confused laugh coming out of his mouth slightly.

"What crazy cat girl?" he said as he stopped walking, waiting for me to explain further. That probably did sound confusing and not what I meant at all, I should've thought about that first.

"My door, it's broken and when it shuts it jams. Do you have your card with you? And it's Rory." I explain, rolling my eyes at the last part. With a small chuckle he hung up the phone, a card flying under my door about a minute later.

"If you steal it I'll release Birdie on you. She does some serious damage" he raised his voice over the door, joking with me. I giggled a little to myself as i stuck the card through the latch trying to open the door. It took about 7 tries, but it finally stuttered open. When it opened, I saw Mattheo sitting on the hallway floor against the wall, his cat sleeping in his lap as he pet her slowly, glancing up at me when the door swings open finally. I handed his card back with a smile, doing a dramatic pose when i opened the door.

"I'll give you your card ifffff you let me see Birdie again next week" I say with a stupid little smile on my face, looking down at the cute kitty asleep in his lap. He rolled his eyes and snatched the card out of my hand, standing up with the cat held against his chest again.

"And I'll definitely need to re-discuss this with you over text!" he mocked, walking away from me. He took a couple steps backwards and kept his eyes on mine before he turned around, heading out of the dorms and the Ravenclaw common room. He's not even a Ravenclaw? How the hell did his cat get into my dorm...

I'll make a part two if this does good!! This is my first Tumblr post and my first time writing so I hope this isn't too bad!

[jihyucksbizzz]

2+1= XOXO 💕

"It was never the plan to date two boys"

Genre: story, smut

Jisung x Haechan x Reader ❤️

Part: 1

"Fuck!" you scream. Several heads turn in your direction in the busy Starbucks. You really can't be bothered however. You just frantically select the pictures of you in your new skimpy lingerie set and delete them out of the group chat.

Had anyone seen them?

"fuck." you say again.

You hold your breath and wait. Technically you'd deleted the photos within seconds meaning that they probably didn't see....

*ping*

Haechan: nice pictures

Fucking hell! Of course his annoying ass opened his chat immediately. You groan and grip your cup harder. Maybe he'd been the only one? Several minutes go by.

Jaemin: what pictures?

Ok, so at least Jaemin didn't see.

Chenle: yeah what pictures? Who tf ru talking to?

You let out a small sigh. He didn't see them either. But Haechan, that menace might still tell them. He'd been torturing the whole group for years now with his pranks and schemes.

You hold your breath when you see that he's typing.

Haechan: nah I'm just tripping

The response takes you by surprise. He didn't tell on you..

WHY?

That night you can't sleep. How are you supposed to face them tomorrow? It seems like only Haechan saw the photos, but still. They all almost saw a side of you that they've never seen. You chew on your bottom lip and stare at the ceiling.

*ping*

Jeno: what time is practice tomorrow?

Chenle: can you not read.....?

Jeno:...... Can you not breathe

Mark: yo this girl from class is all over my dms

Haechan: no one cares...

Mark: at least I got a girl...

Haechan: oh I have a girl, a pretty one

Jeno: in your dreams

Haechan: oh she's a dream alright

Your face heats up in mortification. Ok. You don't know that he's talking about you.... But who else would he be talking about he'd never mentioned a girl before, not like this. That fucking bastard!

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The next day practice starts at 5 pm.

The boys, all 7 of them, are stretching with the exception of Jaemin who's drinking coffee.

"Hi." you say a little too loudly. They turn to you.

"Heyyy finally you're here." Chenle runs over to you and grins.

"These idiots forgot the whole pre-chorus, even Jisung. So l need you to do it so they can see I did it right."

You shake your head disapprovingly. Being their dance instructor was both amusing and stressful. They always bickered about something.

"that's because we learned it last week ... At 3 am" Renjun replied rather bitterly. He sat in front of the large mirrors lining the wall.

"So what? We've done this before....."

They kept going but you couldn't hear them. You were instead focused on Jisung. When your eyes met he averted them quickly and his ears shone bright red.

Holy fuck... The boy was shy sure, but not this shy.

Haechan was standing next to him. And when you caught his eyes his gaze bored into you. Slowly his eyes went down, down, down, roaming over your body like he knew exactly what he would find underneath your baggy clothes. A chill ran up your spine.

As class proceeded you kept an eye on Jisung while avoiding Haechan completely.

The boys bickered as usual, all except Jisung and Haechan. The latter kept looking at you as if seeing you for the first time and Jisung kept blushing. He'd definitely seen the pictures too.

Shit! What now?

After class you quickly gathered your things and left saying quick goodbyes.

While on your way out you got a text message in the group chat.

*ping*

Haechan: y/n, u left your car keys in the dance studio......

You froze. Shit, had you? You check your bag and sure enough, no keys. Damn.

You contemplated leaving the keys and just taking the bus, but your laptop was in your car. And your entire life was on that thing.

You rush back upstairs and quietly open the door to the practice room.

Your heart stops. Inside are Haechan and Jisung standing in the middle of the room.

"Where are my keys??" you asks looking around the room.

"They're here but we won't give them to you.?" haechan smirks.

"Exuse me?" you say incredulously.

"yes we will, of course we will...." Jisung stammered, "just come in for a sec please" His deep uneasy voice send shivers through you. You stepped inside.

"Who were you sending those pictures to? Haechan's tone was serious.

"wha.?" you start.

"We just want you to be safe, I mean what if the person you send it too leaks it or something?" Jisung sounded worried. He still avoided your gaze, instead looking down at his shoes.

"I mean if they did, you'd lose your job. And I... We don't want that. Cause I like you...." Jisung stammers on. Your eyebrows raise at that last part.

".. As our dance instructor I mean!!" he corrects with bright red cheeks. You stare at him. He seems so genuinely concerned that it tugs at your heart.

"yes, but also I want to know who gets to see you like that and why?" Haechan frowns at you.

You turn to him. "it's fine..."

"Who is it? Has he fucked you?" Haechan looks pissed. Jisung shoots him a look, "Hyung..."

"it's none of your businesses Haechan." You interrupt.

"it is now that you send your nudes to all of us!" he counters.

"I wasn't even nude!"

"Barely! I could see everything!"

"It was a mistake!"

"guys calm down please," Jisung puts a hand on your shoulder.

"She didn't answer yet." Haechan said crossing his arms. His black hair falling over his eyes cast a shadow on his entire face.

"I don't have to." you glare at him.

"She's right." Jisung turned to Haechan.

"Just give her her keys."

Haechan gave him an incredulous look. "a few hours ago you were telling me about how you want to bend her over in that outfi....."

Your eyes widen.

"give her the damn keys Haechan!"

You'd never, in all your 3 years of knowing them seen Jisung get actually angry. The veins in his neck pulsed and his jaw set.

"You wha.. What?" you ask in shock.

Jisung kept glaring at Haechan who answered for him. "He wants you, bad. And honestly after seeing those pictures so do I." He never averted his eyes. Your skin became hot suddenly. Too hot. What was he saying? Your brain couldn't comprehend any of it.

You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You looked to Jisung then but he was still glaring at Haechan. He didn't deny any of it.

"This is crazy!" you finally manage to whisper-shout at them.

"You make us crazy." Haechan responded and walked closer to you. You were frozen in place. "Do you have any idea how many times I jerked off to you last night?"

You swallowed and cursed inwardly because it turned you on. You wanted to deny it but the way Haechan was gazing at you made you wet. You nearly melted. Jisung on the other hand looked to be a mixture of desire and panic.

Before you could say anything, Haechan stepped forward and kissed you square on the mouth. His lips were soft. So soft and rough. Needy as they pressed into yours. A groan escaped his throat and you gripped his shirt before you coukd stop yourself.

"Tell me baby, who were those delicious pictures for?" He asked when he pulled away.

"Hyung!" next to you Jisung seemed to be loosing it. His hand were in his hair and he looked more panicked than ever.

"Dude calm down. No one's here." Haechan padded him on the shoulder.

"It was just for someone I met online." you admit.

"online!! Y/n, no don't do that. You didn't send them did you?" Jisung was suddenly focused on you again. You shake you're head no.

Jisung came closer to stand next to Haechan. "Don't send them y/n." He whispered. His eyes bore into yours.

You shook you r head again dumbly. "I won't.. I..." you stammered.

"Ok good." Jisung still stared at you. He was panting and his gaze dropped down to your mouth.

Haechan pushed you towards Jisung, angling himself behind you. Immediately, almost automatically, Jisung caught you with his mouth. His tongue licked your bottom lip and he groaned.

"Fuck your so hot." Jisung muttered. Shivers ran up your spine as he continued to kiss you senseless while Haechan's hands roamed your body from behind.

"You still got those slutty panties huh baby?" Haechan's voice drawled right next to your ear. One of his hands was dangerously close to your pussy. You squirmed and moaned into Jisung's mouth. Jisung pulls back to look at you, his eyes glazed over and hazy with lust.

"Do you noona?" he asked in that deep voice. Even though you were only 2 years older than him, you felt small like this in his arms. Wet and trembling.

You nod your head.

"Good, you'll wear them for us won't you?" Haechan bites your ear and you gasp. His hand ghosts over your clit then.

"I don't.... I want to date someone. Not just..." your lips trembled as Jisung kissed your throat.

"Then date us." Haechan simply said.

"What?... I can't.... I can't date you both."

"Why not? Jaemin and Jeno are dating the same girl." Haechan unzipped your pants.

You were surprised at that.

"really?"

"Yeah and she enjoys it very..." he slid his hand into your panties and finds your clit with his fingers. "... Very much."

You let out an involuntary moan.

"I need to think." you manage to say.

"That's fine. But let us fuck you tonight." Jisung pleaded into your mouth as he grabbed your boob. Haechan slowly inserts a long finger into you.

They had no idea how much you needed this. When you'd been about to send those pictures you were half mad with desire. It had been so long since someone had touched you like this.

"Just once baby and if you still don't want this then tonight never happened." Jisung looked into your eyes as he stroked his thumb over your bottom lip and cheek.

"Fuck she feels tight." Haechan pumped his finger in deeper until you were a moaning and whimpering mess.

"Shit we need to take her somewhere. Someone might see or hear." Jisung addressed Haechan who was still pounding his fingers into your cunt while whispering filthy comments into your ear.

"Let her cum first. Look at her. She's close. Aren't you baby?" Haechan's other hand found your nipple under your shirt and pinched playfully. Your bra had been removed by Jisung and flung to the floor.

"Oh, Please!" you begged. He can't stop. Not rigt now.

"Fuck." Jisung looked at your fucked out expression with awe. His dick strained against his pants. He needed to fuck you right here, right now.

"Shit, already begging. These are only my fingers baby. Will you beg for our cocks too?" Haechan pinched your nipple hard, making you cry out.

Jisung walked over to the door and swiftly locked it. Then he turned on the speakers. Suddenly the room was filled with music.

Haechan suddenly removed his hand and you whimpered pathetically. He grinned at you before slowly licking his fingers. Behind you Jisung unzipped his pants.

You swallowed hard.

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So I was tagged by @middlingmay & @swifty-fox days ago but then I had a mental breakdown over choosing which part to share so to make up for that here’s one rly long one and a bit of porn at the end lmao either way figure skating au coming soon ig

When he arrives at John's apartment, he finds him lounging on his bed in a pair of loose, threadbare boxers, a lit joint hanging from his lips. He leans against the bedroom door after shutting it and watches as John brings a hand up to lightly pinch it, inhales, before taking it out of his mouth. Gale’s face immediately wrinkles in disgust at the smell.

“You knew I was coming, did you really have to start with that shit?”

Bucky smirks, sliding it back into his mouth. “I’m sorry princess, I forgot my life revolves around you.” His voice is rough and tight as he holds the smoke in before letting it out in a faint, wispy cloud.

“I texted you in the middle of the afternoon and you immediately responded.”

“That’s just cause I’m easy, doll, don’t mean nothing.”

Gale feels his stomach twist at those words, at the idea of being nothing to John, still on edge from listening to those delusional idiots earlier. He wants to lash out, scream, pissed off at the world that he feels anything at all. Instead, he sneers and drops down onto the bed beside John. He reaches over, plucks the half smoked joint from between John’s lips, and smashes it into nothing in the ashtray resting on John’s stomach as he startles.

“What the fuck, man?”

Gale quickly grabs the overflowing ashtray off John's stomach and slides it on the floor before replying.

“Do you wanna smoke or do you wanna fuck me?"

He watches as John's eyes glaze over the minute he says fuck, unsure whether it's the weed or the idea of Gale underneath him.

"Fuck you, obviously, but that don't mean you need to waste my shit."

Gale can't fight his eye roll, "Get the fuck over it, I'm doing you a favor even being in your bed right now and you're worried about some shitty weed that's probably mostly seeds and stems instead of the fact that I could be anywhere else right now."

John jerks up, an affronted noise falling from his lips. "First, you don't come into a man's bed and insult his rolling capabilities, no joint I've ever rolled has had any stems in it, and second-"

Gale doesn't even let him finish before he's slapping a hand across his mouth, looking him straight in the eyes from inches away. "Just shut the fuck up and kiss me, John."

and some porn for u all:

He feels more than hears John groan against his neck.

"Fuck, doll, you gotta try and be quiet, baby, two of my roommates are home."

Like Gale has any control over the noises John is punching out of his body right now. Like Gale wants to sound like a desperate bitch in heat the moment John's cock is inside of him. Like John isn't doubling his efforts and fucking into Gale even harder and faster, one hand tangling into Gale's hair as he pulls Gale against his shoulder to try and muffle the sounds.

Gale's teeth are latching onto the skin and biting down before he even knows what he's doing. He can feel John's hips jerk and stutter inside of him at the feeling of Gale's blunt teeth imbedding themselves into the thick meat of John's shoulder.

not tagging anyone bc I’m so late but I am on ur blogs and in ur walls reading whatever snippets you post so pls post them so I can have nutrients <3

[foreverrandomwritings]

Hi M! Congratulations on 100 followers! 🥳 (101 now because I just realised I wasn't following you! 😱 Silly me!)

I would love to request Bob Floyd and “do you see her laughing? okay, then. stop.” from the defending a lover prompts.

I hope you have a fabulous day 🥰

Laser Tag

Summary: Laser tag had been all fun and games until an entitled prick decided to ruin it. But you can always count on your boyfriend Bob to save the day.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x afab!Reader

Warnings: Uhmmmm, assualt, harrasment, swearing, uhm kinda gets a little dark so beware.

Word count: 1325

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

You and your boyfriend Bob and the aviators from his squad and their significant others had all been trying to figure out something fun for the group of you to do. Dog fight football, beach days and the hard deck were definitely something you all enjoyed doing but it was also something you had all grown kinda bored of. So that’s how you found yourself at laser tag. It was supposed to be everyone and then you guys would break off into teams and go against each other. 

But the day of, you got a call from Payback that all three of their kids had gotten strep so they would be home taking care of them. Then Harvard texted and said he was too hung over to attend. Omaha texted saying he was having car trouble. Then Yale didn’t want to come because Harvard wouldn’t be there. Halo called to say that her fiance had fallen off a ladder and they were on their way to the ER to check for a concussion but that he was acting pretty fine. Then Fritz was on a mission so he wouldn’t be attending either. So it was just you, Bob, Phoenix and her girlfriend, Hangman, Rooster, Fanboy and his girlfriend and Coyote. With the uneven numbers they threw in a single player to one of the groups. 

Hangman, Rooster, Coyote, Fanboy and his girlfriend were all in one group. Which left Phoenix, her girlfriend, Bob, you and the random guy on a team. He gave you the creeps immediately. He looked seedy and like daddy’s money had gotten him anything he wanted in life. His hair, teeth, skin and clothes were all just too perfect. The way his eyes seemed to undress every woman in the room made your skin crawl. You figured you could just finish this game and then you’d never have to see him again. 

The bell rang and everyone ran, some trying to find hiding spots, some trying to find vantage points to shoot their opponents. It had all been going so smoothly and had proven to be a lot of fun. You had managed to shoot Rooster and Hangman a handful of times when you had caught them making out rather than playing the game. Your team had been up by about a hundred points for a while now. Bob was extremely silent and made quick work of sneaking up on people. Every once in a while you would see each other and fist bump or high five, big mighty grins on both of your faces. 

Rounding the corner of one of the walls you found yourself at a dead end. You turned around to find a different way to go when you were pushed back. You stumbled catching yourself with one of your hands on the walls. Your gun clattered to the ground loudly snapping away from your vest as you were pushed again. You could barely make out the person in the darkness of the large room. If it wasn’t for the glowing blue lights from both of your vests you weren’t sure you’d have been able to make them out at all. 

Immediate panic rose in your body as you laid your eyes on the guy that had been added to your team. He had a large smile on his face as he caged you in against the wall. You tried to duck under his arms but that made him pull your hair harshly slamming it against the wall. You hissed loudly at the feeling of your head meeting the wall. You opened your mouth to scream but he covered it quickly. He had dropped his gun as well, the object swinging from where it was tethered to his vest. 

“Now now baby, don’t want anyone to catch us having fun now would ya?” Tears were coming down your face as the reality of what was going to happen set in. You closed your eyes as his face came towards yours he buried his nose into your neck and inhaled deeply. You could hear your heart beating in your ears as he licked a strip up your neck. You shuddered at the gross wet feeling. Silently you were pleading for someone, anyone to find you.

“You’re gonna keep real quiet and we’re gonna play okay?” You shook your head vigorously, eyes snapping open, begging for him to let you go. He licked his lips in response, his hand going to the vest you were wearing. He tried to unclasp it and he almost had it when he was ripped off you. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Your eyes found your boyfriend standing there with the guy pinned to the wall. He cursed very rarely so hearing him do so sent a shiver down your spine. You had never seen Bob as angry as he was right now. 

“We were just fooling around, man. It was just a little joke. Get off me.” The guy tried to shrug off the grip that Bob had on his vest. But that only made Bob angrier and he slammed him into the wall. The anger was radiating off of his body as he seethed at him. 

“Do you see her laughing?” Bob’s eyes darted to yours, softening as he took in the tears on your face. The guy tried once again to get Bob to let him go. But Bob held him steady, being the same height made it easy for Bob to keep his grip on him. 

“I said, do you see her laughing?” Bob’s country drawl was thick with his words. 

“No.” The guy whispered out, he looked down at the ground seemingly ashamed. But you knew he was ashamed at what he did and was going to do, just that he had gotten caught. 

“Okay, then. Stop acting like what you were about to do was consensual in any way shape or form.” You saw Coyote coming up on the three of you. He had dropped his gun as he saw Bob holding the guy against the wall. 

“What’s going on here Bob?” He asked the backseater eyes flicking between the guy, Bob and yourself. 

“Take him to the lobby and don’t let him go until I get there.” He pushed the guy towards Coyote and then he was turning to you. You shuttered as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. 

“How’d you find me?” You asked him through your tears that were still steadily working down your face. He brushed them away soothingly, studying your eyes. He was back to your soft, gentle Bob now. 

“I hadn’t seen you in a while and got a little worried. I asked everyone if they had seen you and Phoenix’s girlfriend said she saw you around here. I headed this way and saw that guy. I knew he was bad news when I saw him in the lobby.” His voice got low as he finished the sentence. Regret filling him that he hadn’t said or done anything when he first had the gut feeling the guy was creepy. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner sweet girl.” You could see tears in his eyes, the fear coursing through him of what could’ve happened to you if he was any later.

“It’s alright Bobby, you got here right in time.” You pulled him towards you, giving him a small peck on the lips. You both walked towards the front and called the local law enforcement. Once they got there the guy tried to deny what he did multiple times. He also tried to bribe the officers to which they scoffed. You had learned that his dad was an admiral at the base they all worked at. That this also wasn’t the first time that he had done something like this. His dad would typically get him out of it but you guys were gonna make sure he got what he deserved this time.

A/N: I'm sorry that this literally took me forever to post! Thank you so much for this request and I hope you are also having a fabulous day.

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WARMER

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader Word Count: 3.2k+ Warnings: fighting, angst, discussions of feelings, neglected friendships Summary: Your friendship with Harry is on the rocks, forcing you to admit your feelings for him. A/N: None!

read part one here

4 years later…

Nothing has changed since that day with Harry. Aside from the fact that you were more confused than ever on where you both stood. When he wasn’t on tour, he was with friends, and sometimes you. It was kind of like doing backflips to get Harry to hang out with you now. Everytime you’d randomly send him a text, asking to hang out, he would already have plans. So, you eventually stopped reaching out, letting him be the one to make a move if he wanted to really spend time with you. Of course, that resulted in several arguments of you both yelling the same thing back and forth to each other.

“I ALWAYS HAVE TO REACH OUT TO YOU. YOU NEVER CALL ME ANYMORE!” Harry screamed over the phone.

“Because you ALWAYS have something else going on, Harry. You’re either busy when I call or already have plans with people!” your voice was strained, trying desperately to not cry. You couldn’t let him hear how much this broke your heart. How much he was breaking your heart.

You decided that night, that if he wouldn’t listen to you, that your journal would. You started out just simply writing, but it evolved into a heartfelt letter. A letter to Harry you swore he would never see. Everytime a big fight would happen, or you would find yourself overwhelmed with feelings, you’d write Harry a letter. Most of the pages in your journal had wet spots on them from tears you’d cry as you poured your heart out to the pages before you. You didn’t care though. It helped relieve the pain some.

The first big crack Harry ever put in your heart, was the night he randomly dropped on you that he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend he’d been hiding for six months. The way he told you though, tore straight through you.

You were having one of those rare nights where he was able to spend time on the phone with you. It was so nice to hear his voice, until you could hear the shift in his tone, like he was nervous to tell you something.

“So, asking for a friend, but what would you do if the girl you were dating for six months now, just ghosted you for four of those months?” The random bombshell made your heart lurch up your throat.

Giving a small forced laugh, you attempted to joke with him, “Is this your way of telling me you have a girlfriend?” you asked.

“No, no I’m genuinely asking for a friend.” he assured.

“Well, I’d dump her. She’s clearly not really into your friend then.”

“See! That’s what I’ve been telling him but he won’t listen!” Harry exclaimed.

Laughing softly, you carried on with another conversation topic you’ve been dying to tell him about. In the middle of your story, he dropped it on you, “I’m the friend.” he quickly said.

There was a beat of silence, you looked at the wall in front of you, waiting for it to open up and swallow you whole. “What?” you asked, wanting to make sure you heard him right.

“I’m the friend with the girlfriend.” He clarified, voice slightly shaky.

“You’ve had a girlfriend for six months and you didn’t tell me?” Your voice cracked, wavering some as you processed what he was telling you.

He was hesitant to speak, scared of how this conversation was going, “I thought I told you…”

“No, you didn't, Harry.” you bit back. “Look I gotta go.”

“No, please I-” without letting him finish, you hung up, freely letting your tears fall and your broken sobs fill the room. You began to reflect back on your time with Harry over the past couple years. He never wanted to take photos with you, anytime you hung out felt like a secret and you had to sneak around, he got upset when you would mention a funny memory you have with him to another friend. You felt dirty, small, insignificant. Were you only good enough when nobody else would pick up the phone? Were you only good enough when he had nobody else to hang out with? Were you just a last option to him now?

You didn’t know when it got to this point. You felt blindsided even though it was in front of you this whole time. Like a snake just waiting to strike when you least expected it.

The next call you got from Harry was on Valentine's Day, you really didn’t know what to expect from him anymore, so you answered with caution, “Hello?”

“Hey…” he softly said, you can’t recall ever hearing him speak so gently. “I, um, I broke up with her.”

You weren’t sure what kind of response he was expecting. You were still hurt that he hid the relationship from you. The worst part was that you didn’t even know why he hid it. You thought you were both closer than that. “I’m…sorry?” was the response he got instead.

“Don’t be. It was a crappy relationship anyway.” he mumbled.

It was silent for a few minutes, and you could feel the tension building in your chest. “Is that all you wanted to tell me?” 

“No, no! I also just wanted to say happy Valentine’s Day. I know it’s your favorite holiday.”

He was desperately scrambling to try and make things normal. He hated the divide that seemed to be growing further and further between the two of you. Harry would never admit how much this was hurting him too. He knew what a dumbass he was being and deeply regretted acting the way he was. It was so second nature for him to tell people you were his best friend, but he wasn’t treating you like it.

“Thanks. You too Harry.” you softly replied, wanting to keep the conversation short. “I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay, I understand.” it was an open endearing statement, but you both knew what he meant behind it.

You wrote another letter to him that night.

The second time Harry left a crack in your heart, was embarrassingly in front of his friends. You were lucky to have the night off and catch one of their local shows. It was electric and you could see the pure joy and love for the music on all their faces. Harry belonged on that stage.

After the concert, you all hung out for a while, having a few drinks and just enjoying each other’s company. It’d been a while since you hung out with the whole group. It felt like old times that you held close to your heart. 

When it was time to leave, you followed them out to their bus. Standing back so they could pack up the last of their things, you stepped forward to give Harry a hug. “Love you.” you whispered low enough where you thought only you two could hear it.

“Yep.” Harry replied, quickly letting go of you.

“Okay, Harry.” you said, instantly annoyed and hurt.

“You can say you love her too, Harry.” Mitch scolded, hearing the interaction between the two of you.

“I’m treating everyone that way, it's no big deal!” he exclaimed, doing a piss poor job of recovering the situation so he didn’t look bad. Walking around to all of his friends giving them a awkwardly quick hug, and trying to pull you and Mitch into a group hug.

You pushed him off of you, “Don’t touch me!” you exclaimed, stepping away from him. This earned a collective round of ‘ooooh’s from the others.

You tried to ignore the hurt look on Harry’s face. He didn’t deserve your pity after treating you this way.

Gathering your things to leave, Mitch stopped you and pulled you into a gentle hug, “It was nice seeing you tonight. I’m glad you could make it.”

Hugging him back, you held back your tears that so badly wanted to rain down your cheeks, “I’m glad I could make it too. You guys did amazing.”

Giving the others a hug as well, you quickly made your way to your car without a second look back. You were glad you didn’t, or you would have seen Mitch going off on Harry inside of the tour bus, and his face contorted as he tried not to cry, watching as you walked away.

You wrote him another letter that night as well.

Over all you had a total of five letters written so far. You read through them one evening with a looming sense of dread hanging over you. Maybe you and Harry weren’t meant to be anything more than friends. It was a hard pill to swallow, and an even more harsh reality to accept. Setting the journal on your bedside table, you laid down and sobbed into your pillow. 

How could you be so dumb to fall for your best friend? Why was he giving you so many mixed signals? Did he want you or did he just like being your friend? You thought back to all the hopeful moments he put in your head. 

The custom Hogwarts acceptance letter he got you for Christmas, he knew you were obsessed with the series and it was something you both bonded over. But the kicker was he said that would be the perfect gift for a girlfriend. Then there was the time he talked to you about the type of engagement rings he would like to get for the girl he marries. Making random comments about how certain rings would look on your own hand. 

There were also the sweet messages he would send you while he was traveling, “I’m trying to send you a picture of the stars from the plane.” he texted you one evening. It took you back to the night you first hung out by yourselves. Sitting on the back of your car and using a shitty constellation app on your phone to look at the sparkling sky above you.

It was moments like these that made you think you were possibly getting warmer. That he would finally make a move. It was starting to seem more and more unlikely though as time went on.

You stopped answering every time he would call. You stopped replying to every text. Pulling yourself away was the only way you knew how to cope. It was your way of accepting how things were.

The next time Harry was in town, he made a beeline for your apartment. Banging on the door loud enough to startle you even though it was 11:00 pm. “Who the hell?” you mumbled, walking over to your door, peaking through your peephole to see Harry standing there with his hands in his pockets, anxiously looking around.

Opening your door, you could see the distress all over his face, his body even seemed tense. “Hey…” he said, trying to be casual. 

“Harry, it’s late. What are you doing here?” you asked, concerned something was seriously wrong.

“I couldn’t-...I couldn’t sleep.I needed to see you.” shifting his gaze from you to the ground, he worried his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shown up like this.”

You could feel your anger bubbling over. It didn’t help that he caught you at a vulnerable time of drowsiness. Staring him down, you wondered how he could be so oblivious. Any other time, you’d welcome him into your home without a second thought, but right now you really just wanted to slam the door in his face.

Your strong resolve was crumbling and quickly. You didn’t want to fight with him where it would be a disturbance to your neighbors, so you opened the door a little more and stood to the side, “Come in.”

Once he was inside, you closed the door and returned it to its locked position. “Go sit on the couch, I need to grab something from my room.” your instructions left no room for argument, walking down the hallway to your room before he could protest.

Opening the drawer to your bedside table, you pulled out the journal and held it in your hands. They trembled slightly as you thought about what you were about to do. This was going to either make or break the both of you, and you couldn’t help but think it would break you. He needed to know though. He needed to read all the pain he’d put you through along with all the happiness. You’ve never put your heart out on the line like this for somebody and you always swore that nobody would have this kind of hold over you. Harry snuck in though and wrapped himself around your heart, and if he wasn’t going to take care of it, then you needed him gone.

Slowly making your way back to the living room, you found Harry sitting on your sofa like you’d instructed. He must have felt that he was dancing on thin ice with you and knew it was best to just listen at this point. He didn’t even think you’d answer the door, he didn’t deserve your kindness.

He looked up at you as you came to stand in front of him, clutching the journal to your chest.

You looked back down at him, jaw set and body tense as you thought of what to say. “This…this journal holds some of my most intimate thoughts and feelings. I started writing a while ago as an outlet. What started as a diary for nobody to see turned into a book of letters to you that I swore you’d never see.” a shaky sigh parted your lips. “But, now I think you should.” holding the journal out to him, you watched as he hesitantly looked from you to the book. He seemed almost scared to touch it, as if it would burn him. A twisted part of you hoped it would.

Hesitantly taking the book, he sat it in his lap and looked down at it, like he was trying to telepathically will it to tell him what it said without having to open it. He looked genuinely scared, almost making you feel bad for doing this. You had to stay strong though.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you sniffled softly to clear your nose, “I’ll be in my room to give you some privacy.”, walking back to your bedroom, and softly closing the door. You sat in bed, staring a hole through the door as you waited for a response. Your phone couldn’t even distract you from the jack rabbit pace your heart was beating.

It was cliche but minutes truly felt like hours, and the hours felt like days. It was nearing 1:30 am now and you were starting to wonder if he’d left. Just as you were about to get up and do a sweep of your apartment, there was a soft knock at your door. You felt your heart lurch to your throat once more. It was Harry on the other side, but your heart was beating as if there was an intruder in your home. In a sense he was. He almost felt like a stranger to you now, a spark of hope was still lit inside of you though.

Opening the door, you were once again met with Harry’s face, except this time, his eyes were bloodshot, dried tear stains on his cheeks, and his eyelashes still wet from the tears he’d cried. Now he was the one clutching the journal to his chest, shifting his gaze to the ground in shame when your eyes met his own.

“I don’t know where to begin.” he sniffled, “I know sorry won’t change anything I’ve put you through. I didn’t deserve to know any of this after how I’ve treated you.” his voice cracked half way through his sentence, making your own heart ache.

You stood in silence, letting him gather his thoughts so he could speak his own feelings to you. Putting on a brave face so he didn’t see how absolutely nervous you were.

“I’ve been a horrible friend to you. I don’t deserve to even be standing here right now or holding this journal. Worst of all I’ve been so painfully blind to how you feel about me. When I look back on it, you made it so obvious. Truthfully the thought of you being in love with me scares me, because I’m in love with you too, I’ll fuck up though, I already have.” his face contorted as he began to cry again.

Your own eyes started to sting with unshed tears, your chest began to ache as it felt like your heart was constricting within you. Words failed to escape you as you tried to find a way to comfort him. Nothing could express how happy you were that he didn’t run like he always would. He didn’t push you away this time. 

Stepping forward, you wrapped your arms tightly around him, hugging him close to you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

Dropping the journal, Harry was quick to wrap you in his arms as well, resting his head upon your own as he cried. “I never meant to break your heart the way I did. I thought I was protecting us both by keeping you at a distance. I’m so sorry.” His hand cradled the back of your head gently as if you would break in his arms more than you already have.

Your own tears now stained his shirt, knowing your feelings were finally heard, and seen felt like the biggest weight off your shoulders. Like you were able to drop a boulder you’ve been carrying for so long. “I forgive you.” 

“I don’t deserve it, but I’m so happy you do. Because I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” his eyes were screwed shut, soaking in the feeling of you finally being in his arms like he wanted you to be for so long.

“You were my friend before anything Harry. I wasn’t going to let our friendship die over this. But I needed you to know how bad it was hurting me.”

“I understand.”

Standing in your doorway, the both of you stood in silence as you held one another. Eventually the tears were dried up and the exhaustion began to set in. “Do you want to stay the night? I’m so drained.” you asked, feeling like your eyelids had a ten pound weight resting on them.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.” Harry assured you, rubbing your back softly.

Moving to your bed, you both laid there, facing one another in the now dark room. You could feel Harry looking at you, as you were looking back at him. “I love you.” he whispered.

“I love you too.” you whispered back.

Feeling him shift closer to you, and his arms wrap around you once more, your face cuddled into his chest as the exhaustion pulled you under.

Harry stayed awake till he felt your breathing even out, letting him know you’d fallen asleep. This wasn’t how he was expecting things to end up when he showed up on your doorstep. As he fell asleep with you in his arms, he thanked whatever higher power there was that things turned the way they did.

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Muzzle

Summary: Turns out, the butterfly effect can be real even without a butterfly to be affected. Now the only thing that can go wrong is the words that come out of your mouth.

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Parings: Bucky x Reader (Use of fake name)

Tags: @scott-loki-barnes @cjand10

Warnings: Mentions of shooting, mentions of sedation, mentions of guns. (There will be individual warnings each chapter)

Word Count: 2863 (Find all chapters here) Chapter 3

So what if you fucked up? Just because you patched him up, doesn’t mean you’ll ever see him again or have anything to do with Hydra, right? I mean you did them a favour if anything, making sure their precious Winter Soldier didn’t suffer.

“Panic near the Manhattan district when a violent shootout occurred last week. Damage happening all around the street. Cars windows smashed and delicate plates broken in antique stores and coffee shops. Only 2 civilians were found dead, shot by Hydra agents, and multiple others found with minor injuries.” The TVs volume is low as you mindlessly stare at the wall in front of you, waiting for your friend to call you back with whatever “good news” she claimed she had, you had waited hours, but still no call back. It was almost the next day, so you finally decided you should go to bed for the night.

You awoke to the sound of your alarm on your nightstand. Instead of immediately standing, you drag your hands down your face and then turn onto your stomach before screaming into your pillow. Only then do you continue with your normal morning routine, security would be there to inspect your dorm in about five more minutes, so all you had time to do was brush your teeth, and do your hair before there was a knock on your door, so with your toothbrush still in your mouth, you unlock and open the door to your dorm, not even bothering with a good morning as you step to the side immediately and three men storm in with their guns pointed forward, inspecting every inch and undusted corner or your room. As they inspect your room, you spit your toothpaste back into the bathroom sink and rinse your hands before cleaning your face, deciding to go without makeup.

“Okay ma’am, and now for the questions that we’re required to ask you by the-”

“My name is Clover Whittaker. I am the only person who lives in this dorm, no I have not seen any suspicious activity, men, women, or heard anything suspicious from anybody or gotten any suspicious texts or calls from either a hidden or known phone number.” You tell them, giving them your fake name. Only your closest friends would ever know about who you really are. “Why are you staring at me like that? Did I miss something?” You look up from the sandwich you were lazily throwing together.

“Well the thing is ma’am.” One of the men stepped forward. “We got an anonymous tip from someone. They said last week before the shooting that you had been in contact with the Winter Soldier. What do you have to say about that?” You look back and forth between the three men.

“He knocked on my door asking for help. I didn’t know who he was, I don’t really watch the news or keep up with anything happening.” You answer honestly before walking past them to grab a light jacket.

‘Well with your TV I just assumed you watched it every morning.” One of the other men nod towards your TV. The 24/7 news channel is still on your TV, you’d forgotten to turn it off last night and now some fundraiser was on there, something about a pumpkin patch near the college.

“Haha, so funny.” You laughed, your humour entirely dry as you toss a dirty shirt into your laundry bin. “Well sense I’ve been having fully armed, bullet proof government agents barging through my door every single morning, yeah, I’ve had the TV on the news a lot lately.”

“So I take it you don’t know who I am?” The last of the three finally speak up. He’s black, or kind of light skinned but you were sure it was just the way the ceiling light was hitting him. He also had a big ass bag that looked like it weighed a ton or two and some stupid looking goggles were perched up on his forehead.

“Nope.” You answer plainly before grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. “Now if you excuse me, I need to get to class because unfortunately the grade that I get in maths could also potentially construct my entire future. Please leave my dorm.” You say quickly, waving your hand towards the door in a way that wasn’t meant to seem as rude as it did.

“Ma’am. We’re going to have to ask you to come with us.” Another man walked over and only now did you bother to read his nametag, it read “Coulson.”

“Stupid name…” You mumble, emitting a questioning ‘hmm’ from his closed lips. “Why should I come with you? Actually I don’t care. Don’t answer that. I’m not going.”

“Well see you don’t have a choice because if you refuse to come with us then we’re going to detain you and if you fight we will have to temporarily sedate you.”

“Sedate hmm?”

“Yes, sedate.”

“I feel like I should be calling my lawyer.”

“You don’t have one cause apparently you’re hiding from the law.”

“What makes you think I’m hiding from the law?”

“Anonymous tip.”

“Seriously?”

“This is your last chance, ma’am.”

“Please stop calling me ma'am. It makes me feel old and by the look on all three of your faces combined I’d say your ages would add up to at least three hundred, and there's only three of you so that’s not a compliment.”

“Well, we would refer to you by your real name but you still have refused to give it to us. So unless the name Clover is a nickname, don’t expect us to call you that.” The third one speaks up, last name “Barton,” on their nametag, also stupid.

“Right.” You sniffle awkwardly and part of you feels like running down the hall through the still opened door would be your best option but you weren’t bullet proof and their guns looked pretty real.

“Well?” The black one, who wasn’t wearing a nametag, spoke up.

“So what is your name? I mean you asked if I knew who you were and usually if the answer is ‘nope’ then normally you would tell them.”

“Sam Wilson.” He answers, his voice suddenly getting louder with either pride or annoyance, possibly both.

“You look darker on TV.”

“Okay.” Coulson says loudly, clapping his hands together. “You now have a limited option on what you say next. It will either be ‘I’ll come with you,’ ‘I’m not going anywhere with you guys,’ or you can run away and say whatever you decide so we can sedate you and get this over with.” He says.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Is it sarcastic?”

“Why is there an Avenger in my dorm?”

“Well I thought that was obvious. We’re part of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division, S.H.I.E.L.D for short.”

“Could’ve just said S.H.I.E.L.D the first time. Actually you could’ve said it before I made fun of all three of you, I would’ve already made up my mind.”

“You haven’t made fun of us though?” Barton spoke.

“Not outloud.” You mumble.

“Well then I’m assuming that means you’re coming with us now that you know we have two avengers and an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D in your dorm?”

“No actually I was gonna run.” You pause, watching as their brows quirk into confusion. “I said that outloud.”

“Yea, you did.” A new voice came from the open doorway and yet another man was standing in your dorm. This one you recognised and wanted to kill yourself over.

“Hey, Nick. How’s your eye?”

At first you were okay with waiting to be interviewed, then the clock passed thirty minutes and you’d had enough of waiting. “Hey.” You start to yell out, hoping for someone to come into the small room to see what you wanted, but no one came in. Instead there was a scratching sound before someone spoke to you through the speaker in the corner of two of the walls.

“Yes? Is everything alright?”

“No everythings no alright. Why am I just sitting in this uncomfortably hard metal chair when I was told I was being interviewed by a Hydra professional?”

“Well see no one wants to bother arguing with you. Everyone we’ve asked either suddenly needs to get lunch at nine in the morning or their fish needs bathing. So you’ll have to wait a while longer.”

“If I have to wait one more minute I’m not giving information to anyone.” Just then a door finally opens.

“Good morning.” The man says. “I’m agent Ross. It’s nice to meet you.” He holds his hand out to you after he crosses the table to shake your hand and you politely shake his hand. “And your name is?”

“Nice try.”

“Well I’d feel a lot better if I knew I wasn’t talking to a criminal. Or if I knew I was.”

“You’re not.” You pause and watch as he takes the seat across from you. “For the most part.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“Back to the subject of why I’m here.”

“I haven’t even gotten there.”

“Exactly.”

“You don’t seem very threatened or uncomfortable considering you’re in a building full of Avengers and secret agents that aren’t governed by the US.”

“No, I’m pretty uncomfortable… At least physically.” You shift on your chair, your ass going numb. “Mentally I learnt from the best.” You look towards the blacked out window, you knew Nick Fury would be standing behind there with his arms crossed, eyes slightly squinted, and head slightly tilted.

“So it seems you know Fury pretty well?” Ross begins to go through his folders.

“Hey if we were just gonna talk about me, we could’ve just sat on my really comfortable cheap couch in my dorm and I could’ve ordered McDonalds.”

“You know, I think you’d get along really well with Mr. Stark.”

“I’ll pass.” You say quickly upon hearing his name.

“Oh? Did we finally find a sensitive subject?” He asks rhetorically.

“Another question about me and I’m not saying anything else. I’m running out of patience.”

“Right.” He says, pulling a pen out of his tit pocket and flipping his notebook to an empty page. “So, what exactly were you doing interacting with the Winter Soldier?”

“He came to my dorm really early in the morning and he was all bloody and gross so I patched him up, and let him shower, then he was on his way.”

“And why was he wounded?” He scribbles in his notebook.

“I don’t know.”

“You didn’t ask?”

“None of my business.”

“A man with a muzzle on his face comes knocking at your door at three in the morning while you’re studying for your exams and he’s covered in blood and smells absolutely disgusting, also would be good to mention that he was carrying illegal weapons, multiple daggers, and there was a huge gun on his back, but you don’t question it or report it?”

“Would you question the embodiment of a felony?”

“No.” He admits. “But I would definitely report it the next day.”

“And who is gonna think reported it the next day when he finds out it was reported?” You cross one leg over the other. “Is he gonna think that the cult or whatever illegal makeup Hydra considers themselves reported him to the police, or is he gonna think it was the young little college girl that more than likely would never be able to overpower him and would probably obey simple laws and morals because she goes to medical school and stays up until three in the morning studying wounds.” Ross doesn’t respond, he only asks the next question.

“Have you seen him since that night?”

“Haven’t seen the man since the shooting.”

“Now here comes the big question.” He clicks his pen and closes his notebook. “Why didn’t he shoot you?”

“Would you shoot the person who stitched you up at three in the morning?”

“Well that depends. Am I also a brainwashed murder who can’t think for himself because everything I do is commanded by whomever currently has control over my brain and my current command was to kill every living being who falls into my eye sight? Or am I just me?” He asks, folding his hands and lending over the table.

“What do you mean?”

“Well if you actually payed the slightest attention to the news, you would know that the Winter Soldier has absolutely no control over his actions.” He slides a folder over to you, you open it and the Winter Soldier's face was on the first page with his name printed above it. “His name is James Buchanan Barnes. His friends, or the people who would call him a friend, call him Bucky, but were going to call him Barnes for the sake of time.” He leans back in his chair, locking his fingers together and placing his hands on his stomach. “Now. When he’s not being brainwashed into the Winter Soldier which was a personality created from a vial which makes him pretty damn hard to kill, he’s just a normal dude. He doesn’t remember who he’s killed, what he said, where he's been. When he visited your dorm that night, he was Barnes, just a normal dude aside from the life threatening injuries. But during the shooting he was the Winter Soldier.” He told you dumbly, watching your hands as you slid the folder back over to him. “So it’s not possible that he remembered you. Even if he did remember you, he had some pretty strict instructions to kill anyone he sees. Which should’ve included you, and your friend.”

“What’re you getting at?”

“We don’t currently know who’s controlling him, but you’re the only civilian who we know has been around the Winter Soldier in the past week.”

“Oh you pathetic mother-” You groan. “Really? You guys think I’m the one who’s controlling him?”

“It’s the only reasonable explanation.” He says, giving you a look that said it wasn’t his idea to bring you in, he knew it wasn’t you. “I mean, you took care of his wounds, managed to unlock a muzzle on his face that required a very complicated key or an extremely skilled thief or lockpicker, then while in public he not only did not shoot you but also listened when you didn’t want him to shoot your friend.” He sits up.

“Pretty big coincidence huh?” Was all you had to say. “I don’t know what to say to that other than I have no fucking idea what’s going on. But you should really consider looking into the anonymous tips you were given. I’m curious about whos behind them.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” You question, sitting back, slouching as you twiddle your thumbs. “Only one person knows my real name of my entire friend group, and he would never tell anyone.”

“Thank you.” Ross stands up, collecting his folders.

“I’m sorry what? Thank me for what?”

“Well you have a very small friend group. About seven people to be exact, two of which your genuinely close to, and both are male, one of which is an avenger so we know it’s not him, so that leaves us with-”

“Edward Leeds.” Phil Coulson walks up to the chubby kid who turned around to the sound of his name. “Phil Coulson, I work with S.H.I.E.L.D, and I’m here to question you about one of your friends.”

“Oh uh, okay which friend?” He crosses his arms. “Also you can just call me Ned. Wait you said S.H.I.E.L.D? Like THE S.H.I.E.L.D? Like the Strategic Homeland Intervention-”

“Yes. S.H.I.E.L.D. Now about your friend.”

“Yea what’s their name?”

“That’s the thing, we don’t remember her name. But here's a picture of her.” He pulls out his phone, and a live video of you shows on the screen, still sitting uncomfortably on the most useless chair on the planet.

“Oh that’s Clover.”

“Her real name preferably.”

“Clover.”

“You’re a very loyal friend Mr. Leeds.”

“Like I said, Ned is okay.”

“Yes but Mr. Leeds is less friendly and it makes you uncomfortable, so I’m going to use that. Now I’m going to ask for your friends real name one more time or I’m going to have to bring you into the interrogation room, same as hers and we have legal authority to torture you since the information could be vital to save thousands or even millions of lives.”

“No.”

“Her name is Jasper.” You smirk as Ned, who was sitting upright next you, his eyes not leaving the numerous torture devices, finally says, and it still isn’t the truth.

“What a friend Ned.” You say, your arms crossed as you try your hardest to look betrayed, even though it was yet another fake name, just one that was actually in the government's database.

“Full name preferably.”

“Jasper Rosefield.” He says.

“Well Ms. Jasper.” Agent Ross says. “Now we definitely know you’re hiding something.”

[sparkly-scales]

Loviatar's Blessing Tav x Astarion BG3

Loviatars Blessing

ObsidianRose96

Summary:

“Astarion? What are you doing here?” “Basking in the aftermath of your questionable decisions. You naughty, naughty, girl.” He growls. “Gods, I can still smell it on you. That sweet, musky scent paired with the smell of your blood is absolutely…intoxicating. I can’t seem to resist it.” “What are you going on about?” You ask. “Oh, don’t play coy with me, darling. I heard you back there. Hells, everyone did. But unlike everyone else I could also smell you. One of the few perks of being a vampire spawn. The scent of your arousal was ever present as you were willingly being beaten. It still is. Odd, I didn’t take you for a masochist. It seems I learn something new about you every day.” The fic in which Tav discovers something about herself.

Notes:

Hey guys, sorry for the re-upload, I just didn't feel like it was complete. I went back and added some things as well as fixed a few mistakes I caught. Anyways, this is my second attempt at a smutty one-shot between Tav and Astarion. Don't fret my Gale lovers, I have something spicy coming out here soon that focuses on our favorite Wizard of Waterdeep. As a side note I'd like to add that your reactions to my last fic, Jealous Much, really inspired me to keep writing. I've been in such a low spot recently that I thought I had lost my touch. When I saw all the Kudo's it made me want to keep going and I really appreciate that. As always, thank you for choosing to read my fic. You could have (and probably should have) chosen to read something else, but you chose to read this dumpster fire and I am eternally grateful for your support. Without further Adieu, I present to you Loviatars Blessing.

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This wasn’t a position you had ever expected to find yourself in. Especially while you were trying to infiltrate a goblin infested temple. Your bare chest is pressed up against an unforgivingly cool wall as your companions stand back, some are horrified at what’s about to go down and some hold their breaths in anticipation, eager to watch. Why you had agreed to this, you weren’t entirely sure. Perhaps it was the powerful blessing that was promised that swayed you. Or maybe it was the incredibly sexy priest of Loviatar, with his scantily clad sculpted body and infectious enthusiasm for his goddess. Either way, you were about to experience something completely new.

“Let Loviatar hear your dear one!” Shouts the priest. You hear a loud crack before you feel a sharp, stinging, pain spread across your back. You’re not sure what he’s using to beat you with, but it does the job, causing you to yelp in pain.

“Yes child! Sing your praises to Loviatar with your screams! Show her that you are worthy of her blessing!”

Another cracking sound and the stinging sensation returns. You feel hot, wet, tears streaming down your cheeks as the pain intensifies with the second strike. You also feel yourself getting wet somewhere else.

What in the hells? Were you…were you into this? Surely not...

Another strike and you scream yet again, louder this time.

“Gods, who knew she had so much blood.” You hear Astarion say.

"Will you please stop licking your lips? It's making me rather uncomfortable.” Says Gale, chastising the vampire spawn.

If you were bleeding, you couldn’t feel it.

“One more time! Come on, let the pain set you free!” Shouts the priest. This is his hardest strike yet and you’re horrified. Not because of the pain but because you didn’t scream. No, instead you let out a loud moan. There’s a lingering silence in the room as you slowly turn to face the priest and your companions. Your cheeks flush as you scan their faces. Poor Gale looks just as horrified as you do. Shadowheart is trying her best not to laugh, holding a hand in front of her mouth to try and conceal her amused grin. And Astarion looks…hungry, as if he wants to eat you alive. Which isn’t all that surprising since you were apparently bleeding.

“That was a rather…interesting reaction.” Says the Priest. “Well done my sweet child. You bore the pain like a true believer. And from what I can tell, you enjoyed the experience just as much as I did. I am proud to have served you this penance. You've certainly earned our goddess's blessing. Please, feel free to visit me again if you’d like to bask in her glory once more.”

“T-thank you.” You say. You go to put on your armor but let out a pained hiss as its leather touches your fresh wounds. Now that your adrenaline has worn off the pain is much more intense.

“Where did my shirt go? I’m gonna have to ditch my armor for now. Does anyone have an extra healing potion?”

“I don’t think we brought any.” Says Shadowheart. “But I may be able to cast a healing spell. Let me see.”

You turn your back to her. “Good gods!” She exclaims as she gets a better look at the wounds. You wince when she touches a particularly tender spot. “Is it bad?”

“It’s not great.” Says Gale. “We should head back to camp. I think it’s best that we do not proceed until you’re healed up.”

“Head back? But we just got here!” You groan.

“I’m going to have to agree with the wizard. You’re going to be useless until this is healed.” Says Shadowheart. “You can’t just waltz around picking fights without your armor. They’ll make you a pin cushion.”

“Gee, thanks. Wait, weren’t you going to heal me?” You ask, looking up at the cleric.

“My spells alone aren’t enough to fix this.” Says Shadowheart. “You’re going to need potions and salves as well as something to prevent infection. That flog did a number on you. I’ll cast something to ease the pain for now but Gale’s right, we need to go back to camp.”

“Ughhh fine. Let’s go back then. The sooner I heal the sooner we can finish dealing with the goblins.”

The walk back to camp is agonizing as the pain from your wounds becomes more and more intense. Your blood is oozing through your shirt, staining the white colored fabric red. Astarions eyes are on you the entire way back. He’s trying to keep himself composed but he’s finding it difficult. Yes, the blood dripping down your back was enticing but there was something else emanating off of you that was driving him absolutely mad. Your arousal. You naughty, naughty girl. To him you seemed like the innocent type, a little vanilla babe that wouldn’t do more than what was necessary. But as he watched you being beaten, when he heard your unmistakable moan, when he could smell your lust, he quickly realized that there was more to you than he had previously thought. And he wanted to explore it.

“Go to your tent and take off your shirt. I’ll cast a simple healing spell for now and douse the wounds with a healing potion, but I’ll need to procure some herbs and other ingredients for the salve.”

“You have to make it?” You ask.

“Yes. It's a minor inconvenience but it doesn’t take much. It's fairly simple to make and all of the ingredients I need are around us. I just have to find them.”

Shadowheart follows you to your tent and she begins the healing process she had explained earlier. The pain is still present but it’s not as bad as it previously was. Once she leaves, you lay there and relax. You didn’t realize how much that had taken out of you because you find yourself falling asleep. That is until you hear the flaps to your tent open.

You slowly lift up your head, expecting to see Shadowheart. Instead you see Astarion with that same, hungry, look in his eye. He looks almost predatory as he starts to slowly crawl towards you, like a lion about to take down its prey. “I have to say darling, I’m so glad you agreed to let that priest beat you like that. It was quite the show.”

“Astarion? What are you doing here?”.

“Basking in the aftermath of your questionable decisions. You naughty, naughty, girl.” He growls. “Gods, I can still smell it on you. That sweet, musky scent paired with the smell of your blood is absolutely…intoxicating. I can’t seem to resist it.”

“What are you going on about?” You ask.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, darling. I heard you back there. Hells, everyone did. But unlike everyone else I could smell you. One of the few perks of being a vampire spawn. Your arousal was ever present as you were willingly being beaten. It still is. Odd, I didn’t take you for a masochist. It seems I learn something new about you every day.” He crawls up the length of your body, hovering over the open wounds on your back. "It would be such a shame to let all of this blood go to waste.” He says, tracing a finger over one of the wounds. You wince as you feel his fingertip make contact with a strip of open flesh. And without warning you feel his tongue start sliding across your back, lapping up the leftover blood that had been pooling in your wounds. You hiss at the sensation. The sting of his saliva isn’t pleasant but also not….unwelcome? You’re confused at the way your body reacts to this. You should be put off by how unpleasant this feels but the aching between your thighs tells a different story.

“There it is again. That sweet, alluring smell. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You don’t answer him. You’re not even sure what to say to that. “Being coy again are we? Darling you don’t have to be like that around me.” He continues to lap up the rest of the blood on your back, and the throbbing feeling intensifies.

“Delicious!” He declares once he’s finished. “Your blood is exquisite when it’s mixed with your sweet, sweet, lust. I still find myself hungry though.”

"Do you need more blood? I can let you feed on me.” You say.

“Oh darling, you’re such a sweetheart. I’ll be sure to take you up on that, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” You shiver beneath his touch as he slides his finger down the length of your body, starting at your shoulder blade and stopping at the hem of your trousers. “I want to taste you.”

Your eyes go wide as you realize what he’s insinuating. “I’m sorry, did I hear you correctly? You want to taste me? Like…down there?” You point down to your trousers.

He eyes you curiously. “Yes? I thought I made my intentions pretty clear.” He says. “So, what do you say? Will you let me indulge myself in you?”

You take a moment to think about it. Would things be different between the two of you if you allowed him the opportunity to do something so intimate? Would things be weird? Awkward? You didn’t want to ruin your newfound friendship with the pale elf, a friendship you’d worked so hard for. The man was difficult to understand and it was a task to get him to trust you to begin with. If things become difficult between the two of you all of your hard work would go to waste. But the aching in your thighs was growing ever stronger as he hovered over you, his crimson colored eyes heavy lidded with his own desire. Perhaps something like this would have the opposite effect, at least you hoped it would. Maybe if you were able to let yourself enjoy a moment like this with him it would make your bond stronger. Bring the two of you closer.

His lips find the shell of your ear, his voice low and sensual as he whispers, “I’ll make you feel very, very, good.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll allow it.” You say. “But how are we gonna do this? As you know, I can’t really lay on my back right now.”

“Don’t worry darling, I know how we can do this without hurting you further. Although, I’m not sure you’d be opposed to the idea of more pain.” He teases.

“Gods, I knew I should have brought Wyll along instead of you.” He pulls you to your feet, encouraging you to stand as he lies down on your bed roll.

“Oh please, you and I both know Wyll can't pick a lock the way I can. By the way, you may want to take those off.” He says, pointing to your trousers. “It’s going to be difficult to do this with those in the way.”

“Really?” Your voice drips with sarcasm as you begin to undress your lower half. When you pull down your panties you're surprised to see just how damp they are. They are soaked through the fabric, wet with your desire.

“Come here darling.” Astarion purrs once you’re completely bare. You walk over to him, a little timidly. This was the first time he was seeing you fully nude. This was also the first time you were indulging in an intimate moment like this. You were still pure after all, even if the events from earlier today suggest otherwise.

He pulls you down, his hands tightly gripping your hips as he positions you exactly where he wants you. You’re surprised to find yourself seated right under his face, right where his tongue had the best access to your now throbbing, aching, cunt. You hear him take a deep inhale of you before he slips his tongue between your folds. The feeling is certainly a new one but it’s incredible. You find yourself biting down on your bottom lip attempting to stifle the moans that threaten to escape you as he indulges himself. He laps you up as though he’s been starved and you can hear him let out little grunts as he savors the sweet taste of your sex.

“Gods, this is better than I could have imagined.” He groans against you. “I can’t wait until I get you to cum for me.” And with that, he withdraws his tongue just a little until the tip of it is touching that little bud of sensitive nerves. You hiss, withdrawing yourself from his face. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant by any means, just unfamiliar. Surprising.

“Are you alright, darling?” He asks, his face is etched with concern as he looks up at you.

“S-sorry.” You apologize, depositing yourself onto his chest. “I’ve just-this is my first time.”

“Really? You’ve never had anyone-

“Nope. This is my first time experiencing anything like this. I’m still…what’s the word?”

“A virgin?”

“Yes.” You say. “I’m still a virgin.”

He looks surprised by your revelation. “Really? By the way you were acting back at the temple I would have never guessed. I suppose that explains why you seemed a little confused earlier. I can stop if-

“No. No no no. I want this. Please continue. For once you’re actually making good use of your tongue.”

He chuckles at your clever quip. “As you wish darling. But do try and stay seated.” He pulls you back to his face, taking it slower this time as he teases your clit. It’s overwhelming at first, almost too much to bear. But eventually that feeling subsides, leaving you with a pleasure you’ve never had the chance to experience. You don’t even attempt to stifle back the moans that escape your lips.

“Mmm, you want them to hear us, don’t you darling?” Astarion murmurs beneath you. "Naughty, naughty, girl."

You don’t answer him. Instead you desperately grind your hips against his face, guiding his tongue to hit all of your sweet spots. Suddenly he withdraws from you and you let out a disappointed whine.

“Oh don’t look at me like that. I’m not finished yet. I just want to try something.” His lips start to graze the inside of your thigh, searching for the perfect spot. When he finds it he sinks his fangs into you. You have no idea how delicious you are darling. To him you're like a fine wine crafted specifically for his tastes. Ever since he’s been free he’s had the chance to sample a few other thinking creatures. Enemies that dared to challenge you and your companions. They were all good, there was no denying that. But they were nothing compared to you. Especially when you were so, so, close to the edge.

He continues to take long drinks from you, indulging himself in your delicious taste. The icy sting from his fangs, the light headedness, and the adrenaline that was now coursing through your veins is almost too much. It isn’t long before you feel your body begin to tense as you come to your climax. Your thighs begin to quiver and you let out a loud cry as a tidal wave of pleasure overtakes you. Gods, that felt incredible! Astarion hums happily beneath you as he switches from your thigh back to your sopping cunt. He hungrily laps up your sweet, sweet, juices but you find that the feeling of his tongue is overstimulating. You have to lift up off of him to get him to stop.

“T-too much. Need a second.” You pant.

“How was it?”

“Th-that was amazing.” You say, still trembling from your orgasm.

“I told you I’d make you feel good, didn’t I?” He looks up at you triumphantly, his face is covered with a mixture of blood and the clear, glossy sheen of you. You take your thumb and wipe some of the crimson liquid off the edge of his mouth. He’s always been such a messy eater.

“So, would you like to go further?” His question catches you off guard.

“What? What do you mean?” You ask.

“Would you like to have sex darling?” He asks. “And please, don’t feel pressured. You’ve given me so much already, I’ll understand if you don’t want to.” He says, absentmindedly twirling a strand of your hair around his fingers.

Of course that’s what he meant. Gods, you were so inexperienced in these matters. How embarrassing.

You take a moment to consider. You’re already sitting on top of him naked and the two of you have just shared a rather intimate moment. Why not let him be the one to take your purity? Besides, the tadpole has you constantly guessing whether or not there will be a tomorrow in store for you. If there was a time to lose your virginity, it’d be now, while the chance lay so willingly beneath you.

“Yes. I think I would.”

“I was so hoping you’d say that.” He says. He pulls you off of him so that he can unlace his trousers. His erection springs out at you, hard and ready, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. His hands find your hips and he positions you over his shaft. “I'm not sure if you know this or not but it’s going to hurt. I don’t think that will be a problem for you though, my little deviant.” He says, his lips are pulled into a devious smirk as he calls you by another one of his pet names.

“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?”

“I don’t plan too.” He says. “Besides, I’m sure I can find ways to use this little kink of yours to my advantage.” He helps you lower yourself onto him and he’s absolutely right. It hurts. It’s a pain unlike any you’ve ever felt before, a strange combination of pressure and burning. And it’s driving you absolutely mad. How can something hurt so badly yet feel so damned good? You aren’t sure. It doesn’t make sense. None of what’s happening right now makes sense. But you don’t care. You’re just glad it’s happening, and with Astarion of all people.

He’s slow at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him inside you before he goes any further. Then he grinds himself against you, driving himself deeper and deeper into your cervix. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Tav!” He says through gritted teeth. He pulls you down close to him, holding you tightly against his chest as he bucks his hips into you. It's a bit of a task with how green you are but eventually he manages, filling you with the full length of his cock. This is an entirely new feeling and the pain is still present but gods, it feels so fucking good. You can't believe you've gone this long without ever experiencing something like this. Sure, you absolutely could have earlier in your life but no one ever really caught your attention. Astarion however, was an entirely different story.

His pace is steady, thrusting into you with quick, deep strokes, relishing the feeling of your tight little pussy taking all of him. Loud moans mixed with his name spill from your lips as you praise everything he's doing to you. Every thrust, every grunt, every dirty word that comes out of his mouth drives you closer and closer to the edge. It isn't long before that tense feeling returns and your thighs begin to tremble once more as that wave of pleasure overtakes you yet again. You loudly cry his name as he manages to unravel you for a second time.

His pace begins to falter and with a few more thrusts he too reaches his climax, spilling his seed deep inside of you. You collapse on top of him, just as Shadowheart opens the flaps to your tent.

“Oh! Oh gods! You could have at least left a sock outside or something!” She shields her eyes and quickly closes the tent flap, cursing as she walks away.

Astarion chuckles and gently moves you off of him, pulling his undergarments and trousers back on. "As much as I don't want to, I suppose I should let her have you now."

“That was…nice.” You say.

“Indeed. Perhaps we can make this a regular thing between the two of us? I rather enjoy your company, you know?” Your lips tug into a smile at his suggestion.

“I would like that.”

"Good." He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, then another on your cheek before he leans down close to your ear and whispers, “Maybe the next time we indulge ourselves in one another I’ll have come up with all sorts of delicious ways to torment you. You’d like that, yes? And I’m sure I can find all sorts of fun items for us to play with. I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for a flog for my naughty, naughty, girl.”

Your cheeks turn bright red and he kisses you again, this time on the lips. He’s rough with it, parting your lips with his tongue, allowing you to taste yourself on him. A unique blend of the two of you dances around in each other's mouths as the kiss deepens. It’s divine, unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. His fang nicks your lower lip drawing out a tiny bit of blood which he greedily laps up. And then he pulls away, leaving you breathless and desperately wanting more.

I'll see you later, my sweet." He says, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before climbing out of your tent.

Shadowheart returns shortly after with an annoyed look on her face. In one hand she holds that salve she’s prepared. You laugh when you see what she’s holding in the other.

“Did you seriously bring me a sock!?”

“Yes. Please do not ever let me walk in on that again. The last thing I wanted to see today was Astarions ball sack.”

“I didn’t think you got the chance to see anything with how quickly you left.” You manage to say through your fit of laughter.

“Well I did and now I’m traumatized. Thanks for that.”