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[nanaslutt]

choso with tongue piercing? >_<

hngh i need his tongue inside me :(

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Bestfriend!Choso X Reader :3

contains: fem reader, teasing, dirty talk, exhibitionism (they're in a car), sexual tension, oral (r!receiving), Choso’s first time giving head, slight jealousy, whipped!Choso & reader, first time receiving, reader has a bad track record w/ guys, mentions of bj, so soft & sweet

MDNI

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"Holy fuck." You swallowed hard at the view in front of you. "My brother convinced me to get it done when he got some of his piercings, said it could be a bonding experience," Choso explained, putting his tongue decorated with the little silver ball back into his mouth. "Did it hurt?" You asked, your mind still reeling that he had hidden a tongue piercing from you for all these years.

"It wasn't horrible, I'm pretty good with pain. I don't really see the point in having it pierced though." He started to explain, "No one ever sees it, even I forget it's there sometimes." Choso finished. You just smiled and nodded, pretending to listen as he kept talking about his experience getting pierced.

You had already thought of 400 scenarios in which you would let choso put his tongue (and piercing) to work on your body, so the pain he went to to get the pretty jewelry wouldnt be in vain. One particular scenario stood out in your head of him tongue fucking you, feeling the metal against your clit and- "You okay?" Choso's voice rang in your ears.

"Huh?" You said, pulling yourself from your daydream. "I asked if you would ever get your tongue pierced and you just froze up." He explained, scrunching his eyebrows together. "Oh! Oh right! I uh, I'm pretty squeamish around needles so thinking about it makes me a little... nervous" You lied through your teeth, thanking the universe that he seemed to believe it.

For the rest of the day the two of you spent together, the only thing you could focus on was his piercing. Unbeknownst to you, he had caught you several times. Choso had purposely run his tongue over his lips to wet them, every so often, just to see your breath hitch when you got a glimpse of the silver.

As he was driving the two of you back to his house for a nightcap, some relaxing song playing in the background, you spoke up through the silence, "Thanks for today Choso! I know the night isn't over yet but the museum you took us to was so much fun, we have to go to the cafe inside next time!" you exclaimed. He turned his head away from the road to look at you, before returning his gaze on the dark street.

"I'm surprised you remembered there was a cafe." He said, a hint of teasing, and snarkiness hiding in his voice. "Huh?" You voiced, tilting your head at him in confusion. "You seemed out of it today." He elaborated, "Is there something going on?" He asked, keeping his voice and face fairly monotone. His question caught you off guard, had you really been acting that weird all day? So much so that he picked up on it? Oh god.

"No! No, I'm just a little tired today, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be weird." You forced out a laugh, once again coming up with a quick and hopefully believable lie. Unluckily for you, Choso saw right through it. "Are you sure? Because you were acting fine until I showed you my piercing." He said, hitting the nail right on the head.

You froze, not expecting him to be able to pinpoint the exact moment in the day you started behaving strangely, why was he so damn observant? "Oh.. really?" You said, no bullshit lies or excuses coming to your tongue, so you tried to laugh it off instead, saying something about a coincidence. "Did me sharing that make you uncomfortable?" He said, making you immediately reassure him that was absolutely not the case.

He turned the car onto your street, driving slowly down the dark path and towards your house. The two of you have been friends for the longest time, spending practically every second together any chance you got, so of course he knew the way to your house like the back of his hand.

"Oh my god no! No choso, really it's.. it's nothing.." You panicked slightly, not wanting him to feel bad for you being a perv and not being able to control yourself over a piercing. You sighed heavily, scrunching your face up as you seriously contemplated telling him what was really going on with you today.

No matter what you did you couldn't stop imagining your oblivious best friend's tongue between your legs, flicking your clit with his tongue and teasing the bud with the cold metal. You wanted to feel guilty you really did, but the vision was too delicious to feel any remorse.

"Does it turn you on?" He asked, pulling into your driveway and putting the car into part before he unbuckled himself and turned his body to face you. The expression on his face was unreadable, which made you nervous. Your face was heating up, and your mouth dropped open and closed like a fish out of water, trying to think of a response as your brain processed his unexpected words. You really didn't want your long-term secret crush on your best friend to be exposed like this.

"The piercing, does it turn you on?" He asked again, rephrasing his question. Oh god.. he was going to call you a perv and kick you out of the car, leaving you cold and alone in your own driveway if you said yes right? He would definitely think you were weird, who thinks about their best friend in that way?

You opted to shut your mouth, as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded as softly as you could, unsure of your own actions. He looked past you, scanning the outside around the two of you to make sure there were no witnesses before he spoke his next words. "Wanna find out why I actually got this piercing?" He asked, making your face turn a dark shade of crimson as you whispered out a needy, "Please.."

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"Fuck- Ohmygod right there Choso- Fuck!" Your hands dug into his soft strands of hair as he ate you out like a man starved. He had you on your back in the backseat of the car, legs splayed out for him as he laid between them, feasting on your cunt. He flattened his tongue out against your clit, making sure the ball of the piercing was kissing the little bud before he shook his head back and forth, stimulating your clit against it.

It had happened so fast, he had leaned forward and pressed your lips together, asking if this was okay before he unbuckled your seatbelt while you were distracted, and somehow the two of you had ended up in the backseat. You weren't sure why he didn't just drag you inside but you couldn't lie that the thrill of doing something like this in the car was exciting.

Choso scissored his fingers in and out of you, abusing your g-spot with the pads of his digits as they curled up against it. His tongue was working you over so well, he drew his name over and over on your clit, occasionally sucking it into his warm mouth and humming around it, sending delicious vibrations through your cunt.

Choso had never told you about any of his sexual conquests, so you werent really sure what to expect in terms of how well he would do when he said he was going to eat you out. Now you were begining to think he had a side job as a porn star or something because his technique was unreal.

"H-how are you so fucking g-good mph!" You cut yourself off with a whine when he suckled your clit particularly hard, making your body jolt against him. Truthfully, Choso had never eaten anyone out before, but he most definitely had watched porn and practiced on his hand for the day he got the courage to ask you out.

He wasn't expecting the opportunity to fall into his lap this easily, so when he saw your eyes light up at his piercing, he internally thanked the gods that you caught a glimpse of it in the sun, which led to him revealing the jewelry to you.

Choso always paid the utmost attention to you, without you even knowing it. He knew what you liked and disliked, he even so much as knew every detail about your tone and facial expressions to make sure you were constantly pleased and comfortable, he always wanted the best for you after all.

He watched how people would break your heart and toss you aside like you were nothing, it alwasy made him furious. They were absolute idiots to give you up, he hated seeing you sad over some unemployed nobody who never really cared about you from the start. Althogh he hated them, he couldnt help but feel a little grateful for them. If it werent for them taking you for granted, you might be in a relationship still, and the two of you wouldnt be in his backseat right now.

Choso moaned against your core when your hands tightened in his hair, rolling his eyes at the feeling of your nails digging into his scalp. "Does it feel good?" He said back, knowing damn well your answer. "Yes, yes Choso, fuck!" You moaned, dropping your chin to watch him work between your thighs.

He was already looking at you when your eyes locked with his. His eyebrows scrunched together upon feeling your gaze, keeping his dark eyes on yours as he ate you out with more vigor, drinking in your body’s every reaction to his tongue. The vibrations from his deep groans were going to push you over the edge. "Choso- Choso I'm close," You whined, fighting your eyes from rolling back in your head so you could keep your eyes on his and watch him do his thing.

He was so unbelievably handsome like this, the streetlights casting beautiful shadows on his face, and his expression was so needy it made your heart skip a beat. The way his eyebrows mimicked your expressions whenever he did something that felt particularly good, was so hot, he was so attentive.

The man between your legs was feeling drunk. This was something he only dreamed of and it was actually happening. He felt like his cock was going to burst from just tasting you alone, but he would gladly make home between your thighs forever. "Please," He begged from between your legs, scrunching his eyebrows together as he ate you out with more vigor.

He released his fingers from your tight hole and opted to replace them with his tongue, pressing his face as tightly against you as he could to make sure his tongue was fucking inside you as deep as possible, making sure to lick his tongue upwards against your walls so you could feel his piercing inside you. His fingers came to rub little circles on your clit with expert precision, making your legs start to shake.

You dug your nails against his scalp as you humped your hips against his face, hearing his muffled moans encourage you from between your thighs. "Ohmygod Choso! I-I'm cumming-" You wined before you felt the knot start to unravel. Choso swore he almost came in his pants at how sensually you cried out his name, mentally recording it for later.

He kept up his ministrations on your pussy, drinking up everything you gave him as you came hard on his face, squishing his soft cheeks between your thighs. He was mesmerized as he watched your body shake and curl in on itself, he stared at your mouth as it dropped open and spilled out profanities and whines of his name, broken on your tongue. When your back relaxed against the seat of the car once more he slowed his fingers on your clit, careful to not overstimulate you.

"Holy f-fuck Choso." You whispered, leaving your hands in his hair and running them through your own, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You took a quick look around in the post haze of your orgasm and noticed how foggy the windows were, so much for trying not to be obvious; anyone with half a brain would know what was going on if they walked past your car.

After he made sure he licked you clean, he pulled his face back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, raising his body to sit comfortably on the seat as his other large hand came to caress your thigh soothingly. "Was that okay?" He asked, looking at you like a puppy.

"Okay?" You repeated, astonished he was asking as if he didn't just witness how hard you came, "I'm pretty sure that was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life." You laughed, making him smile at your words as your hand came down on top of his while he was petting your thigh. "Thank felt so good Choso, thank you." You said blushing as you closed your legs, noticing how exposed you were in comparison to him.

Of course, he picked up on this, he reached over to pick up your previously discarded panties from the floor of the car, wiping them off before he handed them, alone with your pants, to you. You said your thanks to him and he nodded shyly, a stark difference to how he was acting moments ago. It wasn't till you were almost finished getting dressed again when you noticed his massive boner. How did you not see it before? You felt so bad for letting him sit like that for god knows how long.

"Choso, you're hard." You said, stating the obvious. The man blushed and pulled his t-shirt over his hard-on to cover it. "Let me take care of it for you." You offered, leaning your body over his and placing your hands on his toned thighs, "I-Its okay-" His warm hands came down to grab your forearms, stopping you. "What? Really? It doesn't look okay," You giggled, looking up between your lashes at him.

Of course, he wanted you to get him off, that sounded perfect, but he needed to properly take care of you first. Your legs were still trembling and you were still out of breath, on top of that he could tell you were tired; that orgasm had taken a lot out of you, so he could wait. "Don't worry about me, I'll go down." He assured, rubbing his hands on your wrists soothingly and making you hum. "I still need to clean you up and make sure you're okay." He finished, making you blush. No man has ever said that to you before, and no man has ever eaten you out before tonight either but you wouldn't tell Choso that right now.

Truthfully, you were feeling tired, and the prospect of Choso cleaning you up didnt sound half bad right now, "Are you sure? It really wont take long." You offered one last time. He smiled and pushed your arms off of his thighs so he could leave the car, "Im sure, some other time." He said boldly, making you nod silently as he opened the car door and stepped out.

You started to do the same but his voice stopped you in your tracks, "Don't move." He ordered, so you didn't. It didn't take long after he shut his own door that he was opening yours, Choso now standing in front of you as he leaned inside the car and scooped you into his arms, making you giggle as he slammed the door behind him. "Choso! I can walk." You laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he held you in a princess carry.

"Don't wanna take any chances, your legs are still trembling pretty hard." He said, making you blush and want to hide away at his exposing words. "I think you're the sweetest man I'll ever know." You said to him, smiling at his blushing face as he quickly avoided his eyes with yours. He moved his hand to effortlessly type in your door code as he brought the both of you inside, away from the chilly air.

I better be, he wanted to say, but opted to only acknowledge your words with a hum as the front door clicked shut behind the both of you.

[incognit0slut]

nASty car sex w spencer and r who just can't wait after he's released from prison

based on: gangsta by kehlani and/or heaven by julia michaels ♡

I hope this is filthy enough for you. Also, let’s pretend his mother being kidnapped never happened, okay? okay. 1.5k.

warnings: fingering, public sex, slight spit kink, no plot just pure smut

HEAVEN TO YOU

“…they say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you…”

When Spencer insisted on taking a different car after you and the team arrived to pick him up from the facility, you thought he simply wanted to spend quality time with you. You knew he missed you, but you didn't think he would actually park the car in the middle of nowhere, just for him to push your panties aside and bury his fingers deep inside your pussy.

But you weren't complaining. Because you missed him too much to even consider how messed up this was. Two federal agents trying to maul each other in the middle of broad daylight at the side of the road. Granted, the car wasn't exactly visible to passersby from all the overgrowing shrubs surrounding this area, but it was still very public nonetheless.

You were in the passenger seat, your jeans innocently laying on the floor as you spread your thighs apart, watching the way his fingers rocked into your wet cunt. His pace was relatively slow, but you soaked up every thrust, and every now and again, he'd curled his fingers, bringing you closer to the edge every time.

"You're gorgeous," he muttered. "I don't think I've ever seen you this wet."

You honestly think you had never been this wet before, and to be fair, you had never seen him as eager as now. Sex with your boyfriend was usually soft and lazy, something you were used to, and no, it didn't mean you thought any less of the time he was sweet towards you. But this... this felt like you were with an entirely different person.

He wasn't exactly rough, but you could tell he was desperate in the way he touched you. But how could he not feel the way he was feeling now when you looked like this? Head tilted back in pleasure, mouth agape as your breathing got more and more irregular, your eyebrows scrunched together. His eyes wandered down to your aching cunt as his fingers become drenched in your arousal. You were squeezing him torturously, on the edge of your break.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, languid swipes over your aching hole and your clit, spreading your juices tortuously till you meet his gaze. Your chest began to heave, your hips unconsciously bucking against his hand as he worked over you casually, your legs opening wider and wider for him which seemed to please him judging by how fast his fingers began to work your clit.

"S-Spence," you whined. "Please..."

He groaned at the sight of you, all desperate for more. He needed to feel you wrapped around his cock.

"Get in the back," he ordered, and you quickly jumped over the console eagerly. He followed suit, and after fumbling with his pants and pulling himself out, he positioned you securely in his lap. Absentmindedly, you ground down against him, desperate for him to fill you. Time was ticking, you could be caught any minute. You needed to feel him now.

Understanding your urgency, he dropped his head, curls flopping into his eyes, while he gripped the base of his cock in his hand to ease the head into your entrance. You sighed contentedly, already feeling stretched as your warmth swallowed him inch by inch.

The stretch had a hint of painful sting but you eased yourself with his tip, coaxing your hips to let more of him in. You moaned, his name uttered in a whiny tone, as his hard length finally disappeared inside of you, your walls gripping him impossibly tightly.

A choked gasp escaped you. The weight of him inside of you was so heavy, his thick length filling you up to the point where you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. Then your hips rocked instinctively, and his fingers dig into your waist, grinding you down on him, forcing small whimpers from you each time his cock pressed deeper into you.

Spencer delved you in a hungry kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip as he pushed his tongue deep into your mouth. His fingers roamed your body while doing so, stopping just over your blouse before he slowly unbuttoned it, pushing the material aside when he finally released the last button.

His kiss traveled down your neck, and you threw your head back, giving him more access as you continued to rock your hips against his crotch. "I've missed you," he whispered lowly, sucking on your pulsing point and moving his lips to your collarbones and down to the valley of your breasts. He swiftly pulled your bra out of the way, exposing your aching nipples begging for his attention.

And he gave you just that, wrapping his lips on your right nipple, sucking onto your skin hungrily as you continued to bounce on his lap. A sudden rut of his hips sent pleasure shooting through you, pushing a moan from you that filled the narrowed space of the car. 

Then he urged you to lean back and your hand came behind you as you braced yourself on the center console. You watched as he slightly raised your hips, and his thick cock slid out of you partway, glistening with your juices, splitting your pussy apart around it. 

Keeping his eyes on where you were connected, he craned his neck down, and you gasped when he pushed out all of the liquid from his mouth. It fell in a steady flow down onto your clit, glittering in the light, slowly dripping through your folds and down the length of his cock, gathering at the base before it traveled down his thighs and onto the leather seats.

And when you thought he couldn't surprise you any further, he proved you wrong by pressing a thumb over your clit, teasing you in rapid motions that turned you into a whining mess. He continued rubbing circles into it, slipping easily over the swollen nub with all the slick coating you both. Strangled moans were forced out of you as your eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure in your brain sending you closer to the edge.

"I-I'm gonna—" you stammered, losing your focus as the sensation coursed through your veins. "I'm gonna cum if you d-don't stop—"

His thumb sped up, pressing against your clit harder. "I’ve got you," he whispered, his hoarse voice filling your ears. "Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

Your hips buck up against his hand and before you knew it, your thighs were clenching and your body was shaking. Your eyes fluttered open, wanting to see him, and fuck, you sobbed in pleasure right at that moment because watching him inhale through clenched teeth and lick a sharp swipe of his tongue across his lips was enough for you to reach your high.

The pleasure kept on traveling along your body, and you whimpered, your eyes focusing on him. Your body was starting to tremble, telling you what it already knew—that it was going to be too much, but you didn't care, because he was now thrusting his hips into you. Your eyes traveled down, watching the way his cock disappeared inside you again, and a fresh wave of cream gathered around his thickness as kept rutting in and out of your pussy.

He pulled you closer, grabbing onto your hands before he draped them around his neck. And then his lips were crashing into yours again, messy and hungry, hips smacking harder against yours as he plunged his cock into you from below. Your tongues explored each other feverishly, swapping spit between you, so much so that it coated your lips and chin until you were both slippery.  

Your body felt as if it was on fire. Pressed against his chest, you felt him everywhere—his hair caressing your shoulders, his scent filling your nostrils, his low, strained voice coating your senses like honey. Everything felt intoxicating. You felt extremely full and stretched out, but somehow it wasn't enough, and you told him just that. You told him how you wanted to be full of him. You told him how you wanted all of his cum to every last fucking drop.

The sound he let out after that sent pleasure right into your core. His fingers were digging into your thighs so desperately that you were sure it would leave bruises on your skin.

Everything felt overwhelming and intoxicating, yet you melted into him. His hands, though rough, seemed to navigate your skin with a kind of practiced tenderness.

You felt him losing control as he thrust himself frantically into you, his tip hitting that delicious spot inside you, and it set off a series of sparks, your throat barely able to let out a scream before a rush of warm liquid gushed out of your cunt. Then with one last thrust of his hips, forehead sticking to yours, eyes wide and lips parted in disbelief, he finally came. 

It was beautiful, the way he finally reveled in the way you clenched around him. The way his thick lashes fluttered against his cheeks, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. The way your body floated in the currents of pleasure with him, and despite the roughness of his fingers against your skin, a sweet euphoria enveloped you, making you feel weightless.

The sensation was overwhelming that it lit up your senses. It was so good that it made you see stars, like a dazzling show of ecstasy, so incredibly intense, and you were floating on cloud nine.

[distantdarlings]

HARD EDGES (PT. 2) // t. riddle

RATING: R / 2.2K WORDS (PT. 2)

Tom Riddle x Reader-Insert (Gender not specified, but mentioned that reader is wearing a skirt) Part One

+ SUMMARY - *Requested* A follow-up from the rather interesting update on your relationship with Tom Riddle. After asking Tom to the Winter ball, he reacts in a rather interesting way. A way you've been hoping for, for a while.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! Heavy sexual material, Tom is mean, choking, slight degradation (If you know me irl....no you do not)

+ MUSIC (Listened to while reading) -

Church - Chase Atlantic

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Your eyes found his again as he pulled his away from your neck. A shudder ran down your spine at his dirtied words. The smirk never left his face. Your lips parted once, twice, trying to think of something to say in response to what he had said, but you came up with nothing. You reckoned you look like a bloody fish standing here, staring at him. 

“Well?” he said, his thumb and forefinger coming up to pinch your chin between them. “Is that what you want?” His thumb rose to your bottom lip. He pressed against the chapped surface and pulled down gently. His eyes flickered down to your mouth and acknowledged how your teeth parted along with your lips.

“Yes,” you barely whispered, your lip moving against his finger.

“Yes, what?” his eyes flickered back up to yours. “You have to say it.”

You gathered what little courage you had and pushed it all into staring up at him through your eyelashes, allowing your tongue to push through your teeth, and gently touch the pad of his thumb. His eyebrow quirked. You wrapped your lips around his finger and sucked gently, watching as his jaw clenched and his nostrils flared ever so slightly.

“I’m yours, Tom,” you breathed. He smirked and pulled you as close to him as you would go by your hips. His hands dropped beneath your ass to grip the thickest part of your thighs. He pulled up swiftly with no warning. You stifled a gasp and wrapped your arms around his neck as your lips met once more. 

He turned and walked the both of you over to one of the sinks that sat in the middle of the room. The cold of the rounded porcelain stung beneath your legs as you wrapped them around his waist and pulled him into you, his hips snapping against your core. You sucked in a breath against his lips, every bit of his air stealing down your lungs. 

His hands came down to the tops of your thighs, caressing every inch of your legs through your tights. His lips never once stopped on yours. His slender fingertips brushed beneath the hem of your uniform skirt, tracing the sensitive spot where your thighs curved against your stomach, but never touching where you wanted. 

Your hands fell down to the buttons of his uniform shirt and began shoving the buttons through their slits as quickly as you could. Once they were undone all the way to where the top was tucked into his trousers, your hands pushed the fabric over his shoulders and discovered the expanse of his chest. His paled skin caught the light and reflected against your eyelids. One hand curled into the dark curls at the base of his neck, while the other dragged its nails down his abdomen, relishing in each shudder you pulled from him. Roughened breaths pushed past his lips and into your mouth at every hand that got closer to the edge of his trousers. 

He pulled away from your lips for only a moment as he rushed to loosen your tie and rip your shirt over your head. Whether on purpose or not, he left the loosened tie dangling between the valley of your chest. He dropped to his knees, just before your parted thighs, and applied a series of bruising nips to the soft skin. A small cry raised from you with each sharp pain and your hands wrapped in his curls. 

The faucet on the sink was digging ever so slightly into your back. You weren’t sure how long it had been doing so but the flesh along your spine was rather sore. You tilted your hips forward to avoid the rough metal. Tom, however, must have taken it as a sign to get on with things so he rose back to his feet—no longer slow and gentle. He wrapped an arm around your lower back and yanked you back off the sink. A small yelp slipped between your lips at the sudden movement.

“Tom—”

“Shut up,” he growled. He spun you around to face the sink and slammed your hips against the hardened material. You gasped at the slight pain. He pushed your upper body against the cold porcelain and placed your face against the mirror just above it. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his reflection as his eyes trailed down your bare spine. His hands followed where his eyes led, his fingertips brushing down your sides slowly. Chills rose against your skin everywhere he touched. His fingers wrapped around to the front of your abdomen while his thumbs continued their path on either side of your spinal cord. Fuck, his hands were big.

You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as he took every bit of time he could possibly take to finally reach your hips with his hands. He was entirely unpredictable. One moment his hands were soft and gentle and the next, they were rough and abusive. It made the heat in your stomach pool rapidly. 

His fingers cupped your hip bones. He was barely moving. He seemed to be thinking or watching or something. You didn’t know what he was doing, but you really wish he’d get going, already. Your hand gripped the base of the sink’s faucet and you placed an arch in your spine. You bumped your body against his hips once, waiting for a response. As soon as you made contact with his front, he quickly gripped the tie still strung around your neck and yanked—hard. A yelp left you as he yanked your head back against his chest and gripped your hips in place against him. You couldn’t move.

“I swear to Merlin, if you move one more fucking time, I will leave you right here,” he spat, his eyes looking down into yours from where your neck was craned so roughly against him.

“‘M sorry,” you choked out, your eyes flickering away from him nervously. 

“Good,” he spoke, releasing the hold on your tie. Your head came to rest back against the mirror. The ache in your neck and throat began to dissipate slowly. 

His hands went back to slowly moving over your hips before slowly beginning to dip over your skirt-covered ass. His fingers massaged slowly over the muscle, never stopping even when a whispered moan fell from you. He was slow and gentle. And then he was rough and abusive.

He pushed the arch back into your spine as he flipped your skirt up and over your hips. The blackened tights over your legs barely covered the bottoms you were wearing—if you could even call them that. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have ulterior motives any time you went to talk with Tom. Nothing had ever happened up until now, but that’s why you were always dressed for the occasion. 

A quiet but shaky groan poured from his lips as his fingers ran over you again, tracing the thin fabric as it sunk between your ass and barely covered the rest of you. The tip of his finger, feather-light, traced the path of the fabric, curving over the spot you needed the most. A moan fell from you as you propped yourself on your toes, attempting to continue his touch. As soon as you did, he pulled back. A frustrated groan pulled from you.

“Don’t fucking move,” he growled. His hand grabbed hold of the tie once more and pulled, not quite as far as left time. “I will leave you right here, naked and pathetic.”

“Just fucking do something,” you spat.

“I will….when I want to and there is nothing you will do about it, isn’t that right?” he cooed. He let you fall back against the mirror once more. You clenched your eyes as tears began to pool. The want you felt for him was so deep and extending, you wish he’d just touch you.

“You’re so pathetic,” he whispered, his fingers curving around the base of your thighs, moving slowly towards your core. “This is what you wanted? This whole time? To be bullied by your classmate. How disturbing.”

His finger pressed against you gently. Your lips parted in a breathy whimper at the feeling. The heat between your legs was growing exponentially. A wet breeze blew against the inside of your thighs and you cringed internally at the embarrassment. The degradation of his words. 

You never came down from your toes, trying to offer him the best access possible. His hand fell away from you once again, much to your dismay. But it quickly slid between your thighs, wedging a space between them. You exhaled roughly. The tip of his thumb slightly rubbed against you as his fingers slid through the wetness on your thighs.

His hand pulled away from your legs and, through the mirror, you watched as his reflection pulled its hand to his face and slid the material across his lips and chin with the end of his palm. His eyes remained closed as his lips parted in a shuddering exhale. You could see the shine imprinted on his face. 

Then, as if the two if you had run out of time, his fingers slid against the material of your tights and pulled as hard as he could. The thin material ripped over the expanse of your ass as his cold fingers came into contact with your bare skin. The sudden clank of his belt buckle as he separated it from his pants made your stomach sting in anticipation. You could see him working rapidly to free himself and your hand tightly gripped the sink, your eyes clenching shut. 

There was a moment of silence before his bare warmth touched against the bottom of your leg. You sucked in a breath. He slid the material of your bottoms to the side and lovingly ran two fingers between the slit of skin. A rather loud moan left you as you reveled in his finally touching you. The tips of his fingers brushed over your entrance a few times before slowly sliding them in. Your eyes clenched tighter and your jaw fell slack. He ran them in and out slowly as he gathered as much of you as he could. 

Once he removed his fingers from you, he slid the wetness from between you across himself, sucking in a groan through his teeth.

“Don’t fucking move,” he repeated. “I’m serious.” His voice sounded less demanding as before. Quieter, ragged, a breathless beg, almost. 

His heat slid against you from top to bottom. Words were no longer an option for you as he pushed into you, feeling the tight wetness sink around him. He pushed into you until he bottomed out and his hips were pressed up against you. You could hardly breathe, could hardly do anything but whisper his name over and over again. 

It took him only a moment before he began moving. He drove himself into you over and over, each push making your legs weaker by the moment. He concealed groans with shuddered breaths and growls from within his chest. One hand gripped your hip while the other slid around you and came to grip your throat tightly. His large hand wrapped around your neck and applied tight pressure. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his pleasured face, angled towards the sky, his lips parted and eyes fluttering to the back of his head.

“Tell me—” you breathed, stuttering over your words. “—what you think, Tommy.”

An audible groan slipped from between his lips at the teasing tone coming from you. His lidded, darkened eyes found yours from where you watched him, nearly fucked out. Your lips, swollen and covered in your own saliva, your mascara sliding down your cheeks, and his hand wrapped around you. He struggled to find his words.

“So fucking good,” he groaned, his breaths becoming harder. His hands tightened and his hips became faster and rougher. You weren’t going to make it much longer if he continued like this. How was he so fucking good at this? He couldn’t have been a virgin before this… 

The mascara and saliva he had been watching so closely had begun to mix against the mirror as you tried to find a comfortable resting spot. Your curled hair was pressed up against you messily and mixed in with your mouth. But you couldn’t care less.

He slammed his hips into you faster and faster and messier and messier until he was choking out a groan and releasing your throat. He lay against your back, his bare skin touching yours, and his lips touching your ear. The noises spilling from his lips were addictive, so much so, they sent your own end rushing towards you. The two of you became a chorus as the sweat and heat and thrill of the moment began to die down. He sat there for a minute, his head laid against your shoulder.

“So, yes?” you asked.

“What?” he replied, tilting his head to look at you.

“Does that mean you’ll go to the Winter ball with me?”

[mytheoristavenue]

Hi hi!!! I'm here to pop into your inbox to remind you about the office part 2 thingy :3 (i absolutely adore your writing by the way, nobody else writes for those 3 as well as u do <3)

Thanks for reminding me!

MHA Fumikage Tokoyami 🍋 - Step Into My Office

Summary: As requested, you meet Tokoyami in his office, hoping he wasn't about to fire you.

Warnings: Office sex, mean!Tokoyami, rough sex, slight manipulation, use of his alias, unprotected sex, AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

You waited on the other side of the door, heart hammering in your chest. You'd stood there for nearly ten minutes at this point, trying to gather your courage, staring down a gold nameplate that read 'Tsukuyomi'. With a final, very deep breath, you raised your fist to knock, only to be startled out of the idea by your boss bellowing from the inside. "I haven't got all day."

You quickly scurried in, shutting the door behind you, nervously grooming yourself as you collected your bearings. "M-My apologies, sir." You squeaked, drawing closer. "Y-You wanted to see me?"

"You may not be aware of this, but I am an incredibly busy man." The crow scolded, hands folded neatly under his beak, elbows propped on the desk. "If I offer you my time, I'd advise against wasting it."

"O-Of course, sir," You bowed your head shamefully. "I-It won't happen again."

"I hope not," He nodded to the visitor's chair in front of his desk. sternly. "Sit." You do as he asked, swallowing dryly.

"Have I done something wrong, sir?" You asked, voice trembling as you peered up at him.

"Aside from interrupting me time and time again? No," He answered, beady vermillion eyes narrowing on you as if you were a field mouse. "As a matter of fact, the other heroes in this agency and I have been talking and..." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his beak. "As much as it pains me to admit, we agree you deserve a reward for your hard work."

You can't contain the smile that cracks across your face, eyes sparkling with awe at his attempt at praise. "R-Really, what is it?"

For the first time, he smiled- no, smirked at you. His expression was predatory and devious, but you tried to push down how uneasy it made you. You were finally being recognized for your dedication to the agency and you couldn't be happier.

"My, aren't you eager?" He teased, tilting his head back, motioning for you to come over to him. "You may have the others convinced you're an angel sent from above to organize their lives for meager pay," He cooed, rolling his desk chair back and pulling you by the hips in front of him, slowly turning you to face the other way. "But I am not so easily swayed."

You couldn't even find the words to reply, not that he would have allowed you to speak over him anyway. Your face glowed red like a cattle branding iron and felt just as hot as he continued, one palm flat on the small of your back, giving you a gentle forward nudge. You pressed your hands to the desk, leaning over in as modestly as you could.

"That being said, if you were able to convince me that you have this agency's best interest at heart, I might be inclined to give the final vote in favor of your new contract." He hinted, eyes darkening as he surveyed the doughy surface of the backs of your thighs, trailing the seem that ran up the legs of your pantyhose. "Which of course, would include a handsome raise and a very nice benefit package. But the choice is inevitably yours. Your position here is not in jeopardy if you decline."

You finally nodded shyly, just once. "W-What would I need to do to convince you?"

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"Just like that, perfect," Tsukuyomi sighed, hand still pressed to the small of your back, easing you up and down. He felt so powerful, sitting in his big leather office chair, watching his secretary do all the work for him. Your knees trembled and the muscles in your thighs burned from the odd angle, but you did as you were told, sitting fully into his lap before dragging yourself into a near stand. You repeated this workout for what felt like millennia, but you couldn't deny that it was worth your while.

The crow marveled at the sight of you, back arched, straining to keep up with his command, pencil skirt pushed up your back. Your dark gray pantyhose now had an obscene hole, only big enough for him to fit through and your panties were unceremoniously pushed to the side, leaving little to catch the fallout. "Good girl, you certainly deserve a raise, don't you?" He cooed, head tilted back in ecstasy as you rode him from the comfort of his chain.

You nodded with a pitiful whine, only to feel a sharp smack to your rump which you were sure left a tight fishnet pattern on your skin thanks to your pantyhose. "Go on then, tell me you deserve that raise. You want it, don't you?" He ordered, his palm lingering on your backside, caressing it, as if to soothe the sting.

"I-I..." you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes as drool dripped down your chin. "I-I deserve a raise..."

"Oh, you don't sound very sure of yourself," He feigns ignorance, sighing. "I don't think I can in good conscience sign off on a reward you don't feel you deserve."

"I-I do...deserve it." You argued weakly, knees buckling a bit from the strain they were under.

"Then convince me," He encouraged, smacking your behind again, but not near as hard as this time. "Say: 'I deserve a damned raise, Tsukoyomi, sir!'" He ordered, taking the initiative to pull you down onto him to penetrate you even deeper.

"I-I can't say that..." You refused meekly, dipping your head against the desk momentarily, only to be straightened again by his harsh actions.

"Need I remind you that this is all for your benefit?" He asked, his breath hitching a bit when he bottomed out entirely, not that you noticed. "It brings me no pleasure to have to spend even more money on your labor. Now, do you want that raise, or not?"

"I-I do-!" You whined, throwing your head back, only to have the hero catch a fistful of your hair.

"Then say it!" He demanded, shifting up to stand, pounding into you hatefully as his chair rolled away behind him. "Say it or the offer is off the table, I won't wait for you to decide what you want!"

You finally snapped, feeling your cervix begin to bruise, melting into the desk, coating his paperwork with drool and smudged makeup. "I-I deserve a damn raise, Tsukuyomi!" You shouted, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I-I deserve so much more than what I make for putting up with you all! I deserve a six-figure salary just for putting up with you alone!"

Tsukuyomi's eyes darkened as he let out a low chuckle, incredibly aroused by your outburst. "That's right, tell me all about it, Feather," He huffed, finally convinced as he watched you work yourself silly on his cock. "You've got a hard job, don't you? Keeping up with three pro heroes all by yourself?" You nodded, moaning a confirmative hum. "And I'm just awful to you, aren't I?"

"T-Terrible..." Admit ina mousy tone, nearly braindead from how he was treating you.

"Let's start over, shall we? I w-want to turn over a new leaf, be a better boss." He chuckled, feeling his high crescendo begin to build. "Why don't we start with twenty-five percent pay raise, along with 401K, vision a-and- a-ahhh..." He trailed off, beginning to lose himself. "M-Medical insurance..."

You gritted your teeth as the knot in your tummy pulled tight and tighter. Suddenly you smirked weakly. "A-And dental?"

Your boss was taken aback to be sure, halting for a moment before gripping your hips tightly, bracing himself. "Let me cum inside?" He proposed with a devious smirk which only widened as you nodded, messed bun bouncing with the motion. "Deal."

-----

"I'll draw up the paperwork this afternoon," Tsukuyomi said sternly, clearing his throat and smoothing his costume out, watching you do the same with your office attire. "I will have to have another meeting with Tentacole and Tail-Man to discuss the negotiation."

You nodded with a serene smile, shifting awkwardly, thighs glued together. "Thank you, Tsukuyomi, sir," You began tidying up his desk as if nothing had ever happened, taking his coffee mug as you turned to leave. "I'll bring you a fresh cup of coffee."

"Thank you." He nodded, an air of professionalism surrounding him.

"Sir?" You asked before you got to the door, still squirming uncomfortably. "May I be granted an extended lunch? I'd like to go home to change." The way he smirked at your request made you incredibly uneasy.

"Permission denied."

[ownlittleuniverse]

Hii, how was your day?

Can you do a Hesitant Hero and A Flirty Villain? Maybe Villain Escapes from the prison and when hero chases them gets caught in a trap in the villain's lair. Hero's can't handle the proximity?

my day’s been pretty chill & good ty for asking, glad to have time to write again :) @marichika04

request #1 - the hero gets caught in the villain’s trap

warning: themes of captivity, suggestive language (not nsfw)

The hero hated admitting they looked forward to these daily checkups, which is why they wouldn’t.

With a keycard in one hand and a list of questions in the other, the hero approached the metal cell door with an intake of breath.

The villain only agreed to talk to them for some reason, adding yet another mystery the hero needed to solve.

The door opened with a beep, revealing the villain lounging casually against the wall, as if they were comfortable, as if they wanted to be there. Their untouched breakfast lay before them.

The hero sighed. “You need to eat,” they muttered, crouching down to the villain's level, glaring at the back of their head. The villain had been in the team's capture for over a week and had barely eaten.

“I’ve fed my dog better.”

The hero suspected they were starving themselves on purpose, perhaps intending to die with secrets still buried in their mind. Yet, a part of the hero also wanted them to eat for their own health, so they wouldn’t waste away.

The villain turned, eyes locking onto the clipboard in the hero’s hand. A smirk spread across their face as they met the hero's eyes. “I’ll agree to answer more boring questions if you give me something edible.”

The hero tried to maintain their courage, but they felt the villain could see through the facade, see their cracks, see how scared they really were.

“You will answer them because you’re our prisoner,” they replied, not missing how their own voice shook slightly.

The villain only smiled, tilting their head slightly, a glint in their eye that the hero recognized.

“What?” the hero gulped.

The villain shook their head, chuckling.

The hero stood, stepping away from the villain, feeling a slight relief with the added distance. Despite the bars between them, the hero felt an unsettling mix of emotions whenever they were close to the villain—an intense nervousness that they couldn’t quite categorize as liked or loathed.

They wished they could make these confusing feelings vanish and needed a distraction. They began scanning the list of questions on their clipboard, pondering when they might finally get answers to these questions from previous days, all left unanswered. The villain's stubbornness was their biggest strength.

“You heroes are so boring,” the villain groaned, standing to grip the metal bars, their fingers flexing around them. The hero glanced up, curiosity killing the cat.

“I would have answered all your questions ages ago if you weren’t so afraid to use more... creative methods, sweetheart.”

The hero tried to ignore the villain’s suggestive tone, returning to their clipboard, though they felt the villain’s gaze burning into them.

The villain didn’t miss how their face flushed. “Don’t be afraid to have a little fun,” they smiled. “If I were in your shoes, all the things I’d do to you would drag the answers right out.”

The hero’s mind flooded with images, their cheeks reddening. The villain wasn’t violent, but their interrogation methods always spiked the hero’s heartbeat in a way that was unsettling.

The hero had been trained to handle painful interrogations, and the villain knew this, which is why they always used these other methods. Their body reacted in a way their mind hated, but their body couldn’t help but adore. It was confusing. It was hell.

“Your threats mean nothing,” the hero said, barely audible, trying hard to suppress the unevenness in their voice. They still managed an erratic heartbeat in the villain’s presence, even though they couldn’t do anything from inside that cell.

“They still made your mind race,” the villain smirked. “And I’m sure—"

The hero heard a sharp intake of breath. They looked up in confusion.

Their eyes widened as they saw the villain’s hands grip the bars like their life depended on it. They slumped to the ground.

The hero dropped their clipboard and rushed over, the worst possibilities flooding their mind. Red seeped from the villain’s crumpled form. They looked like they were at death’s door.

“What—what’s going on?” the hero whispered, their hand moving to check the villain’s pulse. Their skin felt too cold.

The villain grunted, clutching their side, struggling to keep their eyes open. “Your teammates aren’t as nice as you are, darling,” they smiled, blood seeping through their teeth, making their grin more haunting.

The hero’s breathing quickened as they swore under their breath and ran from the room. They wondered if that was why the villain wasn’t eating much. Did the villain think the team had done something to their food? Maybe they had, but why? The hero’s mind raced through possibilities as they sprinted down the hallway.

Grabbing the first aid kit they spotted, they rushed back in.

But the scene that greeted them was a pool of red liquid, an open window…

And an empty cell.

That little bastard.

The hero cursed, bolting to the window just in time to see the villain sprint into oncoming traffic, kicking a poor bystander out of their car and getting in. How did they get down so fast?

The hero needed to act quickly.

Adrenaline surged as they dove out of the window, hitting the ground with a roll. Their shoulder scraped against the pavement, pain shooting down their back and arm. They hissed through their teeth.

They grunted but got back on their feet, signalling to other guards that the hero would handle the situation. The hero wasn’t even in uniform, only a tank top and pants. No weapons, just themselves.

They ran toward the sound of honking cars and panicked voices, watching the villain weave through traffic, picking up speed.

The hero jumped into a car vacated by a startled civilian, slammed on the gas, and shouted, “Sorry!”

The hero could still see the villain’s car in the distance, weaving recklessly through traffic. Sweat coated their palms, blood from their scraped shoulder seeping onto the seat. Their foot pressed harder on the gas.

They’d be in serious trouble if they didn’t return with the villain. The team would get a reputation for letting a villain escape because the hero was too gullible. Too scared. Not fit for the job.

A sharp ache filled their chest. The team already said the hero was growing soft.

Being soft wasn’t bad, but it was bad when someone used it against you.

The hero watched as the villain took a sharp left, their car’s rear slamming into a trash can on the sidewalk, sending metal shards flying. Bystanders jolted back, screams of shock echoing.

The hero followed the turn, the car screeching against the pavement, their body thrown to the side. Breathing felt like a struggle, but they pressed the gas harder, their heartbeat matching the car’s speed.

They tailed the villain’s reckless turns, watching them narrowly avoid collisions. The hero closed in, seeing the back of the villain’s head, imagining their stupid smirk. So close.

The hero slammed on the brakes.

They realized then the person who came running into the street like a maniac, the person they barely missed slamming right into and turning into roadkill, was a cop.

Shit.

The hero watched the villain take a right in the distance.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

They got out of the car without a second thought.

They managed about five steps before a bruising grip halted them.

“What do you think you're doing?” the rookie snapped, gripping the hero’s arm firmly, anger in their voice making the hero flinch.

The hero looked at the scared civilians overwhelming the street with their shaking chatter. They were just trying to go about their day. Now their eyes reflected only terror.

Breathing heavily, the hero stared into the cop’s eyes, which were seeing red.

Without their uniform, they were just another reckless civilian.

“You are going to sit in my car,” the cop gruffed, handcuffs inches from the hero’s wrist, “while I go get your friend.”

The hero didn’t have time to explain or fix this mess.

So they headbutted the cop and ran.

The hero didn’t wait for the officer to recover, sprinting with all their might.

“Stop!”

The hero took the right turn, legs burning, the cop’s shouts fading behind them. Slowing down, they saw the villain’s car parked askew in front of an old, abandoned-looking apartment building.

The graffiti-covered walls looked familiar, but they couldn’t place it. Maybe because it felt like they were dying.

They doubled over, hands on knees, trying to catch their breath. They knew the villain was near, their skin prickling with awareness.

The cop’s pounding footsteps echoed, breath heavy, just about to round the corner.

The hero quickly jumped through a broken window, ducking down.

They tried to breathe quietly, feeling their pulse in their ears. They backed up slowly, crouching, holding the weapon they snagged from the cop unnoticed.

The hero watched the cop pass by, sporting a new bloody nose.

With one finger delicately on the trigger, the hero continued to back up carefully. They needed to find the villain, and then clean up their giant mess.

Their foot caught on something uneven, causing them to stumble. They looked down.

Rope?

The rope tightened around their ankle, lifting their foot in the air.

Their body swiftly followed.

Their head smacked against the dirty pavement, their heart dropping to their stomach.

They groaned, cradling their head, feeling a bump forming as their vision blurred.

Somehow, over their heartbeat, they heard their echoed yelp bounce off the apartment’s walls.

Now the world was upside down.

“I know you’re here!” the cop shouted. “Come out!”

They must have heard the scream.

The hero held their breath, eyes wide, praying the cop wouldn’t glance their way.

They watched the cop frantically search, feeling their pulse in their feet.

Please. Please. Please. Don’t look this way.

After seconds that felt like hours, the cop swore and stomped off, muttering into their radio.

The hero would’ve sighed with relief,

but the rope still dug into their ankle bone.

They looked down—or up, given their position—and saw the cop’s weapon on the floor, just out of reach.

They stretched, arm and hand straining, fingers brushing the metal.

The hero was tired, exhausted. Their breath was uneven, their body shaking.

Their body weight pulled at their ankle, sending tingles through their feet, muscles screaming in protest.

Focusing all their energy, they pulled more, blocking everything else out.

Finally, they inched the weapon closer, feeling the cool metal on their fingertips. Slowly, they grasped the end—

A deafening crack exploded inches away.

They yelped, retracting their hand just in time to avoid a bullet hole.

Pure fear shot through their swaying body.

Hands cradling their head, they tried to block out the deafening ringing in their brain.

The hero frantically twisted, seeing nothing but the upside-down view of the apartment’s walls. No other breathing but their own.

Their vision blurred, seeing double, then quadruple. Their ankle grew numb, pins and needles dancing on the bottom of their foot as the rope dug into their skin.

They saw the cop’s weapon but didn’t dare grab it again.

“Look at you, dangling like a piece of meat.”

The villain’s voice cut through their frantic haze, making the hairs on their neck stand up.

They swung around to see the villain lounging in a chair, examining the weapon that had nearly ended the hero’s hand, holding the rope supporting the hero’s entire body weight like it was nothing.

“How the mighty have fallen,” the villain chuckled, fingers tracing the barrel.

The hero let themselves dangle, the villain’s fingers close to the trigger keeping them compliant. Their pulse pounded in their head.

“I’m not a piece of meat,” the hero managed to say, their voice betraying them with fear.

The villain looked up, eyes narrowing with interest. “I’m aware, darling, and I’m glad you aren’t,” the villain smirked. “Pieces of meat don’t let out the sounds you do.”

The hero’s cheeks flushed with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and something else they refused to acknowledge. The villain knew their fear, like sharks smelling blood in the water.

The villain slowly stood, tossing the weapon back and forth, taunting the hero. The hero glanced between the villain and their still-captured ankle, trying to wiggle free, grunting and crying out.

The villain strolled toward the hero, footsteps like the ticks of a bomb before it detonates.

The hero thrashed, trying to reach the cop's weapon but pushed it away instead.

No. No.

They whined in their restraints, trying to sit up to untie their ankle, their breathing erratic as the villain closed in, the weapon swinging between their hands.

The hero gulped. It could easily annihilate anyone or at the least, leave them with a missing limb.

Desperate, they sat up, managing to get one finger under the rope, a flicker of hope—

“Ah, Ah, Ah.”

The villain yanked the rope hard.

The hero gasped, falling back to meet the villain eye to eye, smirk to scowl.

They could try to escape, but the villain’s proximity was terrifying. The hidden intentions in their eyes, their smirk—they were too afraid to move.

“You know,” the villain began, their tone mockingly casual, “it’s a bit unfair, don’t you think?”

The hero flinched, breath hitching at the villain’s soft hand trailing across their ankle bone, sending shivers up their leg. Their body betrayed them, a mix of dread and anticipation coursing through their veins.

“I give a cop a bloody nose, and I’m labelled the bad guy,” the villain smirked. “You do the same, and you’re still the hero. The difference, I suppose, is that I’m not someone’s good little lapdog.

The hero’s chest heaved with anger. They wanted to snap back, but the villain’s soft touch kept them at bay. They were afraid that if they opened their mouth, only sounds they didn’t want to come out would escape.

Yet they wanted to scream.

They hated the villain for making them feel this way. They had rushed to help the villain in the cell, felt bad, maybe even cared. When did they become so gullible? When were they not naive?

The villain finally released the hero’s ankle, a mix of relief and longing flooding the hero’s mind.

Then they tied the hero’s wrists together, letting them dangle above their head.

The hero tried to regulate their breathing, the rope biting into their ankle, the world still disorienting as more blood rushed to their head.

The villain knelt, eyes level with the hero’s, examining their pitiful state.

Suddenly, the hero felt their tank top crumple under gravity’s pull, exposing their midriff.

The villain didn’t glance, keeping their gaze locked on the hero’s mortified reaction, making the hero’s body tingle.

They reached out, fingers grazing the hero’s waist. The hero sucked in breath.

“Don’t worry, I won’t peek,” the villain teased, fingers lingering before slowly pulling the tank back up.

Their touch was deliberate, disguised as innocence. It sent unwanted shivers down the hero's spine.

The hero’s face flushed, mind racing. The villain leaned closer, breath warm against the hero’s ear. "You know, back when I was captured, I couldn’t help but notice how you treated me. Different from the others. You were...nice."

The hero bit their lip, refusing to respond, their emotions a tangled mess of fear, anger, betrayal, and something else.

“I liked that,” the villain continued, almost thoughtful. “I liked that you were kind, even when you didn’t have to be.”

Before the hero could process those words, the villain pulled them further off the ground. The hero’s muscles screamed, a whine escaping them.

With practiced ease, the villain tied the hero’s hands to their feet, securing the knots tightly. The hero’s heart pounded, breath coming in short bursts, utterly at the villain’s mercy.

The villain’s smirk grew as they stepped back, admiring their handiwork. “We’re going to have a lot of fun,” they said, voice low and dangerous.

The hero didn’t have time to react.

In one swift motion, they pulled the hero’s tank over their head, using it to blindfold and gag them. The hero’s vision plunged into darkness, their screams muffled.

“Shh,” the villain whispered, their voice the hero’s only focus.

The hero’s mind raced with panic and unwanted desire, their body reacting despite their better judgment. They were trapped, helpless, at the villain’s mercy. This game had just begun, and the hero knew they were in for a long, torturous ordeal.

The hero remembered why the building was too familiar for comfort.

Memories that lay in those walls they tried to block out. Not because they hated them—no, because they were deathly afraid of how much they loved them.

[elliesdirtywifebeater]

Desperate

pairing: seattle!abby x immune!reader

CW: oral (r!receiving), degrading, cursing, dom!abby, sub!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, fingering, prasing, face riding, description of readers injury.

summary: you and abby encountered an ambush of infected during a patrol, and on your way to safety a runner forced you into hand to hand combat. In the heat of the turmoil you were met with a pretty nasty scratch on your abdomen. once you and abby reached a safe space she patched you up, but so much more happened than what you planned.

a/n: this is my first smut story in like 3 years so i apologize if it isnt that good😭

"fuck that was close" abby mumbled out of breath

"no fucking shit, i almost died" you huffed out as abby sat you down on a couch you guys finally found on the far end of the desolated library.

"yeah well you fucking didnt." she replied with an insolent tone that made you scoff.

"dont act like it wasnt partially your fault, if you knew where we were going this wouldnt have happened. youre so lucky i wasnt anyone else." you mumbled the last bit as you gave her a glance through your eyelashes.

Her only response was a slight mean mug.

"dont make me wipe that stupid look off your fucking face anderson."

"whatever y/n. lets just clean you up so we can get back to base."

Abby reached into her bag grabbing rags, alcohol and tape. "dont move. unless you wanna make this harder for the both of us." she stated and followed along with a smart remark "like you do any other time"

Abby kneeled down infront of you lifting your shirt up revealing a 3 inch long slight gash on your lower abdomen, with it still bleeding abby soaked a rag in alcohol and gently placed it on top of your wound.

you let out a hiss and grip abbys arm, she jolted slightly from the unexpected contact.

sunlight slowly made itself known in the library as it shone through the windows, shining down onto abby with beads of sweat dripping down her face.

Her skin had a subtle tan making her freckles look perfect, her single braid lose and messy as a few strands fell in her face.

the way your admiring her features you completely zoned out, not even feeling the pain of the pressure that was being applied to your aching stomach.

her sweaty rosey skin turned you on, her gentle yet heavy touch as she patched you up, being nothing but mear inches away from her fired you up as you feel your core heating up. just looking at her could have you finish right then and there. hurt or not all you wanted in the moment was her all over you.

as you catch yourself slipping your bottom lip between your teeth you snap out of this trance you trapped yourself in.

"fuck." you mumbled, which earned a mild concerned look from abby. "am i being too rough?" she whispered and looked up at you.

shaking your head you lightly grip your thigh digging your nails into yourself to try and fight away the disgusting thoughts you were creating.

it didnt go unnoticed as she grabbed your hand to remove it "tell me the truth y/n whats goin on with you" she tilted her head to the side slightly awaiting your reply

your eyes meet hers and all you can give in response is a longing gaze that lied within you.

abby rested her hands on your upper thigh which made your breath hitch "abby.." you spoke quiet enough for just the both of you to hear.

"aw y/n... am i making you nervous?" she questioned as her grip grew slightly stronger, causing your face to flush into a deep red.

she inched closer, mocking you as a cheap grin grew on her lips that you desired more than life itself. the things she could do to you with her mouth alone drove you absolutely insane.

you tripped over your own words before being able to speak, "n-no of course not."

the feeling she gave you was something you never felt before, you squirmed in the spot you sat in letting a small subtle whimper escape your mouth.

abbys hands began wandering your figure as she questioned you once more "why dont you use your pretty little mouth to tell me what you really want hm?"

your lips parted as you make an attempt to leave your shocked daze "abby.. please.." you say leaning forward.

abby stood up to hover over you, resting her hand on the back of the couch. she used her other to push a few fly aways behind your ear, then slowly brushing her thumb across your bottom lip.

you heart is racing and its obvious by the way your breathing picks up and how you grip the couch on either sides of you.

"youre so pathetic. already a mess and ive barely touched you." she had an alluring tone to her voice that youve never heard before.

your clit a throbbing mess, you slowly reach down your pants and towards your slit.

abby removed your hand, holding both of your wrist behind your head she shook her head softly. "be a good girl for me and tell me how bad you wanna be touched." she spoke with barely any space between our faces.

"please abby please touch me, i wanna feel good." you whimper out and seconds later you feel her lips crash against yours as if shes been craving this just as long as you have.

abby licks your bottom lip, you allow her to deepen the kiss, soft moans fill up the vacant library.

abby freed one of her hands pulling out of the kiss and grabbed your jaw. "such a fucking whore" she grumbled.

you watched her every move as she sat down next to you. "stand up for me" she stated, and you did just as she said. she sat back and examined you, bitting her lip she sat up and gently grabbed your hips "fuck your beautiful."

you rest your hands on abbys shoulders as she brought you closer.

looking down you notice abby undoing your pants as she began to pull them down. a nervous feeling develops in your stomach.

"abby.." you began to speak and abby looked up at you stopping what she was previously doing "do you want me to stop? " she asked.

"be gentle." you stated before abby continued and commented "i cant make any promises"

as abby slid your panties you looked up to hide the embarrassment in your face. you shivered at the touch of her cold fingers graze your entrance.

"youre already so wet for me baby" her thumb drew circles around your swole clit earning soft moans from you.

you grab a handful of abbys hair as her movements grew quicker "fuck anderson" you managed to spew out between moans.

your body tenses and your legs become weaker by the second as your about to finish. abby notices and pulls her hand away from your heat, you moan out but not from pleasure.

you look down at her annoyed, she meets your gaze as she lays down pulling you on top of her. "ride my face." she demanded.

a wave of shock took over your body as you sat there staring down at the blonde "w-what?" you asked.

"dont act dumb, you heard me pretty." she replied with a menacing smirk on her lips.

"but what if-" she cut you off "dont give me any excuses. just do it." abby demanded once more and you obliged.

you move yourself up abbys frame, hovering over her face with your legs wide open you couldnt believe what was going on.

you take a deep breath but it was then cut off as abby grasped your hips bringing you down onto her wanting mouth.

a loud moan left your body as abbys tongue went to town on your already throbbing cunt. trusting her tongue at a mild pace, her nose rubbing against your clit with every movement she made drove you off the edge.

you began rocking your hips in an attempt to match her rhythm. your walls began to tighten as for a second time you were reaching your climax.

the grip your thighs had around abby had grew stronger. reaching forward you rested your hand on the arm of the couch for support.

"a-abby m'gonna.." your words trailed off as an orgasm took over your body. moaning abbys name back to back as your orgasm softened.

abby swallowing every bit of you cause even more stimulation making your back arch "f-fuck thats enough" you whined out, but abby wasnt finished. she was starving, she wanted to taste you until you were in tears.

she slightly lifted you off her lips as she spoke "im not finished pretty, now why dont you wanna be a good little girl for me and take it." she had a darkness to her voice that gave you goosebumps.

without warning she slamed you down back onto her face and resumed the rapid movements she had moments ago.

your eyes slam shut down as an overwhelming feeling took over your body, your legs twitched and your breathing was heavy.

you threw your head back from all the pleasure, barely being able to get a moan out you were about to cum for a second time.

as your climax hit you were mumbling nonsense, abby was still moving swallowing you. she licked you clean, she needed every drop of you.

tapping your legs she signals you to get up and you do just that, she sat up licking her lips and gave you a look as she leaned over.

"you have no ides how long ive been waiting to do that." she whispered and you tilted your head and let a small smile creep up on your face. "yeah?" you replied.

"yeah." she spoke as she pushed hair behind your ear and placed her hand on the side of your face.

your heart was racing as she pulled you into a deep kiss.

guiding you down she hovered over you using her free hand to reach up your shirt and lightly pinch your nipples causing you to whimper in the kiss.

her cold skin against yours gave you a whole new feeling. you both pull away for air as abby spoke, "god you're amazing" she said quietly.

"i feel amazing." you replied.

you both jumped as you heard someone come in, you quickly stood up and threw on your underwear, pants and shoes in a panic. "shitshitshit why now" you mumbled annoyed.

you sat down as you finished, only for you two to be met with an equally annoyed owen. "where the hell have you two been???" he questioned, but didnt get a reply from either of you "yall should have been back 15 minutes ago what the hell" he stated.

you parted your lips to explain but he cut you off "i dont wanna hear your excuses just bring your asses" he said walking back towards the entrance.

you find yourself letting go of a breath you weren't aware you were holding as abby stood up in front of you. "jesus we've had one too many close calls today" she said with a small laugh. rolling your eyes and turning your head away abby grabs your chin forcing you to meet her gaze.

"i want you to come over later." she whispered, scared of owen hearing. you nod and she gives you a deep kiss in which you reciprocate.

abby pulls away and grabs her bag before jogging to the entrance to meet with owen.

you stand there not knowing how to comprehend what the hell just happened. all you know is that it's the best thing that's ever happened to you.

[graciegoeskrazy]

cause it all means nothing my dear

matty healy x teen!STEPDAUGHTER!r (bcuz I cant stop with new characters omfg)

warnings: ermmmm??? sad asf??? some fluff, not even angst just sad, loooooots of cryin, stepdad matty, queen mummy gab, ft George and stepdaughter!!!, she's about 17 in this, R IS 14

a/n: one of the saddest things I’ve ever written oop. as I've said before, I just moved to nyc for college and erm well busy is an understatement. i’m sorry for such a delay but i'm hoping to get back on track now. love ya.

Matty noticed the new house was far too quiet for it being a Friday night. Usually, music was blaring from his and your mom’s shared bedroom as she got ready for an event or party, or you would have friends sleeping over, bothering and tricking himself or your mom into doing whatever you wanted. Tonight was different though. It was quiet. Too quiet. When he walked up the stairs to check on the cause of the silence, a moment of stillness was rare recently. Between the new house with countless unpacked boxes, along with back-to-school and wedding planning, something was always happening in the Bechtel-Healy household.

When he approached the top of the stairs he was met with his fiance right outside your door, pacing. Her eyes met Matty’s. He tilted his head signaling her to explain as he walked forward.

She spoke in hushed whispers. “She won’t come out of her room! It’s been like 6 hours. She hasn't even eaten dinner!”

Matty glanced at the closed door next to them before going back to your mom. “Pre-teens do that, babe, I wouldn't worry.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, pulling her slightly closer, trying to ease her worries.

“Yeah, well, not my pre-teen.”

Matty’s eyes shifted. “Do you reckon it’s about me?’

Gabby shrugged him off, “Nah, she tells me everything about that. This is something different.”

They were expecting this change to take some time to get used to for you. In fact, they would’ve been more scared if you didn’t show any signs of uncertainty. They knew they were moving fast, and expected some sort of hesitancy.

The silence that follows is heavy, 

The tension in the hallway is palpable as the conversation drifts to a standstill. You can hear the faint rustling of your mom’s clothes as she leans back against the door, her worry seeping through the wood. Matty shifts beside her, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by something more uncertain.

“I kept trying to check on her but now she’s just avoiding me. I don’t know what to do.”

At this point, you had enough of the hushed whispers going back and forth between the two.

‘Is she sick?’

‘Did something happen at school?’

‘Is she getting bullied?’

‘Is she just on her period? You know she was pms-ing bad last month-’

“You know I can hear you both, right?”

The talking on the other side stops. The door is slowly opened and all you can hear is the creaking sound it makes when opened. “Heyyyy.” They both say with a slight smile. The funny act warms your heart and is enough to make you smile…just a bit.

“Hello.” You say. Plain. No meaning behind it.

Your mom opens up the door a little bit more as they walk in. You turn your attention to your phone. “Whatcha doin?” She asks.

“Cryin.” You say, trying to manage your sniffles.

“Why’s that?” She says sweetly. You don’t answer.

Matty speaks up now. “Y/n you can’t expect us to leave you alone when you come home sobbing your eyes out?”

Gabby nods, “We’re just worried, baby. That’s all.”

You put your phone down when tears start to form. You close your eyes in an attempt to stop them but it’s not enough. “Just go away. Please?” You whisper.

Their heart breaks at the sight of you. What could have possibly happened that causes you this much ache and pain? Matty tries to speak, “Honey-”

“Please?” You keep your eyes closed so you don’t see Matty and Gabby nod to each other and agree and make their exit. Not before adjusting your covers and planting a kiss on your forehead.

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“I need help.” Matty says through the phone.

George’s voice rings through the other end. “You okay?”

“No,” Matty says.

George pauses, confused. “Okay, what’s up?”

“She’s freaking out, she came home crying, Gabby’s with her, I don't know how to be helpful.” He says rambling.

“Who?”

“Y/n, who else.”

George chuckles a bit. “Mhm, okay, and why are you calling me?”

Matty is genuinely filled with panic. “I don’t know! I mean, how did you and Mini Charli do this? How did you do this? This is terrifying.”

George laughs. “What? Taking care of pre-teens?”

“You know what I mean- having a step-daughter.” he says, almost whispering.

“You didn’t think to ask yourself that before you put a ring on her mom’s finger?”

He rolls his eyes. “Funny, very Funny. Of course, I did…and we’re chill but… I don’t know.” George just hums. “Bring the younger Charli ‘round. She’ll be more of a help.”

George agrees.“Baby! Come here. Someone’s ringing you.” As she meets George she grabs the phone, giving her step father a confused look.

“Yes?”

“I need your help.” Matty says.

She’s shocked to hear him on the other line. “Matty?”

“Yes, it’s Matty. I need your help.”

She sighs, “Mom says I can’t score you weed anymore, we talked about this.” she says, half joking, half serious.

“What?” George says.

She gives him a look before turning back to Matty. “Don’t worry about it- why do you need my assistance?”

“Y/n is upstairs crying and we don’t know what to do.”

“...Okay?”

“And I’m trying to be helpful but I’m absolutely clueless so please, tell me, how did you and George become besties?”

She laughs. “You’re only thinking about this now?”

“That’s what I said.” George chimes in.

Matty sighs again. “Just help me. Please?”

She thinks for a second then turns back to George. “Look away, I’m not saying good things about you to your face.” She playfully turns his cheek. “Well first off, she’s younger and way more smart than I was at her age when I went through all this so it’s different. Plus, we don’t have the same backstory.”

“What do you mean?”

“Matty, although, yes, my biological father left me, he was with me and then he left and then with me and then left and over and over and over again forever. Based on his pattern we could be expecting yet another knock on our door from him any day now. With Y/n, it’s different. Her dad was in the right state of mind and in that state of mind…he chose to leave her. Not only leave her but leave and never come back. He’s had 12 years to choose to come back and be a father, but he didn’t.”

Matty stayed silent, processing every world coming out of her mouth.

“Take it from me. It doesn’t matter what you do or what you say. Nothing will get rid of the awkwardness right away or the fact that whenever she thinks of you being her stepdad she thinks of yet another person she loves leaving.”

“But if I say I’m here for her and I’m not gonna leave she just shuts me out!”

“Because it’s probably not the first time someone like you has promised her that, Matty…”

That’s when it all clicked. “She’s willing to shut you out because she doesn’t want to get attached to someone who’s just gonna leave again.” He tried to let these words sink in. “What I’m trying to say is don’t try and be the cool dad, or the funny one, or any kind of dad at all. First and foremost, just be a friend. Then after that… you could be her dad. Just be the one who stays.”

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You stay curled up on your bed, the familiar comfort of your blankets wrapped tightly around you. The room is dim, the only light coming from the small lamp on your nightstand, casting soft shadows on the walls. You can still hear the faint echoes of your Mom and Matty’s conversation, but now, it’s just the quiet hum of the house around you.

There’s a knock at the door, gentle but firm, and your heart skips a beat. You don’t respond, hoping maybe they’ll just go away, leaving you to your thoughts. But then you hear Matty’s voice, low and careful, as if he’s afraid of saying the wrong thing.

“Hey, kiddo, it’s me,” he starts, his voice carrying a warmth that you’re not used to yet. “I know you probably don’t feel like talking right now, and that’s okay. I just... wanted to check on you, make sure you’re alright.”

You bite your lip, the lump in your throat growing as you try to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill over. The last thing you want is to open that door and face him, or anyone, right now.

“I’m not gonna push you to come out,” Matty continues, his tone gentle, almost soothing. “But if you need anything—literally anything at all—I’m right here. No questions, no judgment. Just... let me know, yeah?”

His words hang in the air, lingering like a promise. You stare at the door, torn between wanting to hide away forever and the small, nagging part of you that wonders if maybe, just maybe, it would be okay to open up a little. To let someone in.

But you stay silent, not ready to face the world yet. After a moment, you hear Matty sigh softly, as if he understands.

“Okay, well... I’m gonna leave some food outside your door, just in case you get hungry. And... we can talk whenever you’re ready. No rush.”

You hear him move away from the door, his footsteps retreating down the hallway. A few minutes later, the soft clink of a plate being set down echoes through the quiet, followed by the sound of Matty walking away.

You finally let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your mind swirling with a mix of relief and sadness. The breakup feels like a weight on your chest, too heavy to carry, and yet there’s a tiny flicker of comfort knowing that someone’s out there, ready to help you bear it if you let them.

But for now, you stay in your cocoon of blankets, trying to figure out how to piece yourself back together before you can face the world again.

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You decided enough was enough. You’re weren’t going to get any sleep anytime soon and 

After a brief moment of hesitation, you knocked. You heard a delicate “Come in,” from the both of them. You took a short breath and opened the door.

You were met with your mom in bed, scrolling on her phone, biting her nails, a habit she can’t seem to break, and Matty and the dresser across from the bed putting away laundry or something - you were too preoccupied with your emotions to care or think about it too much. Both sets of eyes softened at the sight of you. Your mother spoke first. “Oh, baby girl.” Opening her arms wide, prompting you to go to her. Matty wasn’t far behind, walking to the other side of the bed. You sobbed into your mother. You didn’t realize you had this many tears left. You didn’t realize that the feeling of ‘heartbreak’ was real. And you certainly didn’t expect to feel it now or in the way.

As your cries settled down, Matty and your mom shared worried glances back and forth. Your mom spoke. Soft but firm.

“Tell us what happened.”

You didn’t move. Just sat still. It felt like time was moving so fast for some reason, yet you were just sitting there. Your mind was completely thrown out of proportion. Especially after today. You spoke, voice more of a whimper than anything. “He got mad.”

Matty and Gabby shared matching looks. “Why?” He asked, finally speaking up.

“I can’t say- it‘s too embarrassing.”

“Did you not hear us every time we said ‘you can tell us anything’? It’s okay, y/n.” He said, rather quickly.

You sighed. “He got mad because I wouldn’t have sex with him.” You admitted through your tears, voice at a whisper.

You felt your mother’s heartbeat quicken. Out of anger or concern, you weren’t sure though. “What?”

“You’re joking.” Matty said, plainly. Neither of them could believe it.

After that you decided to sit up and take a breath. Laying against the headboard, knees to chest, cheeks stained with more tears than the pair had ever seen. Matty and your mother scooted closer to you. His hand on one of your knees, your mothers hand combing through your hair.

You talked quietly. “He kept saying that we’ve been dating for a while, he liked me, he could be with anyone else but he chose me, and he was mad that we had been dating for so long but I didn’t sleep with him.”

The pair couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Especially when they were talking about a teenager.

Your mother spoke up, in full Mom mode now. “Okay, first of all, if your boyfriend tries to make you feel good by saying ‘I could have anyone but I choose you’ you break up with him because you deserve way better than that. Second of all, you are fourteen! You shouldn’t be having sex with anyone!”

“I know! I never did- I swear-”

“I know, I know.” She said,

You sighed, “I don’t know what I could’ve done…”

Matty laughed slightly, “Well, I’ll tell ya, sleeping with someone to make them happy because they‘re frustrated is not the answer. And not at your age. You did the right thing, y/n.”

Your mom nodded, “You set a boundary. You made the responsible choice. He’s a dick and didn’t respect that.”

Your gaze drifted somewhere to the other side of the room. They noticed the way your tinted eyes started to fill with more tears.

“Oh, honey.” You mom said.

This time they both hugged you, engulfing you in a hug between them. You continued to sob for what felt like the millionth time. “This hurts. It really, really hurts.”

They both shared looks of worry. They didn’t know what to do or what to say to make this horrendous pain disappear, which was a first for your mother. Meanwhile all Matty could think to do was hold you tighter as your tears started to soak his shirt. At this point he started to wonder how George got through this part.

—————

You lay between them, asleep. Gabby played a movie on the TV for her and Matty to watch but the both of them never paid attention to it. Instead, just listen to it play in the background while they let you take up their thoughts. This was completely new, absolutely unexpected, and for the first time in a while, your Mom had no clear path or plan on how to help you. She had a few relationships but never have they ended like this. And, even though most if not all of Matty’s breakups were so complicated it would take a 10-page essay to explain all sides in full detail, never once had he cheated on a girlfriend. They were lost. Both of them wanted so desperately to take this pain away from you. You were a well-rounded child. The perfect daughter. The perfect friend. A straight-A student. And handled every ounce of pressure ever put on you like a pro, and every bad situation with grace as if it were second nature.

They just wished you would bounce back easily from this too.

Gabbriettes eyes shifted to the other side of the bed. You were fast asleep, the quiet snores coming from served proof, and neither of them wouldn’t dare to wake you up.

Her eyes finally met Matty’s. He looked lost, exhausted. His fingers mindlessly combed through your hair, gently to not wake you up. Your mom swears her heart grows a size every time she sees the two of you connect, even if it may be something as simple as this. For the short time you both have had, you two have grown a lot.

She doesn’t recognize the look on his face. It’s somewhere between sad and pissed, but she can’t quite place it.

“Whatcha thinking about?” She asks, shifting to sit on her elbows and looking at him.

Her voice takes him out of his thoughts but he doesn’t stop the movement of his hands. “About how I want to murder a child.” He says with a sigh, his gaze still pointed at you. She wants to laugh, but she feels the same way too. “I’m 35 and never have I once actually cheated on a girl. Especially not one as good as y/n. Especially not at fucking 14.”

She sighed and scooted closer. “I know…doesn’t mean you can murder him though.”

He pouted, making her smile.

“I didn’t know teenagers were this brutal.”

She laughed lightly, “Welcome to parenthood.”

He rolled his eyes. She didn’t miss his smile though. A genuine smile.

She continued, “I haven’t seen her like this in a long time. She’s really shaken up.”

Matty thought for a moment. “She has you though. She’ll be good as gold.”

She smiled. “She has us.”

[the-kr8tor]

i saw your requests were open for the holidays and i’ve got one for you! hobie and r making homemade ornaments for their first christmas together?-@thesevenofstaves

Bestie!!! Thank you for the lovely request! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw slight injury, cw food mentions, one suggestive joke, fluff!

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The air runs warm with the scented candles lit, cinnamon and peppermint scents wafting from the lit candle wicks. It's better for the whole houseboat to smell like a bakery rather than it smelling like hot glue and metal wires that Hobie's busy with connecting. He's trying to make a homemade mini ice rink to work. With a bunch of magnets, glass and a dream, it's almost done. The ice rink that's as big as a book shines under the lit candles, looking as if the so-called ice on it is about to melt under all the soldering he's doing.

The floors of the houseboat looks like a crafts store barfed on it. On your left is a Christmas tree you've made out of green pipe cleaners, decorated with tiny wreaths, and candy canes made from the same material. Near your socked foot are the figurines you and Hobie hand sculpted. You've hand painted it in excruciating detail so that it goes perfectly well with the ice rink where the figurines are supposed to glide around in a figure eight until they meet in the middle for a kiss. It's the sweetest thing he has suggested for decoration, you've smooched him to hell and back for the brilliant idea.

He decided to go all out this year since it's the first time you're celebrating with him now that you're officially together after what must've been years of pining for each other.

But now he’s starting to regret ever suggesting it for he has been wiring and programming the darn thing for hours now. His eyes are narrowed, glued to the rainbow of wires in front of him as he squints at it. His tongue pokes out slightly in between his lips, concentration clear on his face as he dodges a stray spark.

“Careful, Hobie, your face might get stuck like that.” You hum above the soft piano music playing on the record player, you've chosen it to add to the cozy atmosphere. Hands occupied with doing the finishing touches on the pipe cleaner tree, the hot glue gun is warm against your palm.

The strings of popcorn for the actual tree in the living room lays right next to you, it has gotten so long that it runs up towards the bedroom. You're surprised at how long you managed to make it when you've been sneaking bites of the popcorn you haven't stringed just yet.

He tilts his head towards you, eyes remaining in the same narrowed gaze. “What do you mean?”

You giggle, grabbing a couple of popcorn for him because you know he has been sneaking glances at you whenever you pop one in your mouth. “We don't have to finish this today, you know.”

He opens his mouth, prompting you to toss the popcorn in as he catches it effortlessly. You clap in return, beaming at him. “I know, love.” He says in between chewing. “Once I start I can't leave it.”

“Just say that you're excited to see it all finished.” You tease, blindly squeezing the glue gun.

“Careful with the glue.” He warns, concerned for how close the hot material is from your finger.

“I'm an expert by now, don't worry—! Fuck!” Yelping, Hobie's immediately by your side and off his seat the second the searing glue touches your middle finger.

His hands hold yours, “let me see, love.” Carefully twisting your wrist around to look at it, he sucks in his teeth at the searing glue clinging to your angry skin from the side of your middle finger and slowly dripping down to your palm.

“Is it bad?” You look away, hissing in pain as you place your chin atop his shoulder.

“No.” He tries to hide his own worry, “‘m goin’ to get somethin' to help, stay put, yeah?” With peck on your temple, he's speed walking towards the kitchen. “Don't peel the glue!”

“I won't!” You occupy yourself by staring at the ceiling, band posters and stickers dotted along it. The sound of the faucet opening and the gurgle of water has you squeezing your eyes shut, feeling the molten glue sticking to your hand, tightening up the skin. “This kind of feels like one of those facemasks we tried, but hot and not refreshing at all.”

He crosses the small distance towards you, water sloshing as he walks. “The mud one?”

“Yeah,” you sigh when you feel him sit next to you, taking your hand in his and gently submerging your hand in cool water. “Can I look now?” He places a towel over your hand and on the bowl, shielding you from the sight of the molten glue.

“Yeah,” he sighs, relief flooding his veins. Taking your chin, he slowly moves your head down to meet with your eyes. “There you are.”

“Here I am.” You smile, hand cooling down and feeling the ache slowly fade.

Hobie's eyes shine, “you alright?”

“Mm-hmm, thanks to you. Sorry to bother you.” With your apology, he holds your waist, pulling and sliding you towards him.

“None of that, you're not a bother.” His free hand grasps at the back of your neck, placing your head on his shoulder for you to rest on. You nudge your nose against his jumper, lips grazing along the side of his neck. “I remember tellin' you to be careful though.” He jokes, already smirking at you the second you lift your head up with a feigned gasp.

“You know what?” He raises a brow, “I'll let you have this one because you administered first aid.”

He chuckles, lifting the towel up slightly to check your hand. “Part of the job, lovie.”

“Is my hand okay?”

“Third degree burns, love, I have to graft some skin from your thighs to fix it.” He teases, poking you right on your thigh.

You laugh loudly, thumping your head against his shoulder. “Just say that you like my fucking thighs, Hobie.”

“I do.” He cranes his neck down to look at you, palm cupping your cheek. “That and more, especially when it's wrapped around my—”

“Okay!” You cover his mouth, feeling the rumble of his laughter through it. “How's the skating rink, genius?” Knowing Hobie, he's about to chomp down at your hand. Sure enough, you feel his teeth about to bite down on you so you lift your hand away in the nick of time. “Too slow.”

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he stands up to get the mini skating rink. “See for yourself.” Placing it in front of you and away from the bowl of water lest he electrocutes you, he turns it on with a simple click of the button. The lights under the ‘ice’ lights up, its iridescent shine taking your breath away. There's even a music box rendition of Frosty the snowman playing from its speakers.

“Holy shit, Hobie!” You stare at him, bewildered and giddy. Shaking him, he chuckles at your reaction, eyes lovingly staring at you as you mirror his expression. “This is amazing, even better than the ones we've seen around in the shops.”

He hides his grin as he places white garlands around the rink to decorate it. “Told you I could do it better.”

“Hmm, makes me think I should start listening to you more.” Teasing, you half embrace him, happily squeezing him once for a job well done. “Oh! Can we put us on it?”

“Yeah, we can.” he acts nonchalant, but inside he's all warm and fuzzy from your reaction. Happy that he has made you happy. Taking the figurines, he gives you the mini Hobie whilst he holds onto mini you.

“On three?” He nods, smiling through your countdown. “One, two, three!”

You simultaneously place the figures on the rink, watching them take its place while the magic of the magnets does its thing. The machine whirrs, clicking for a second. Hobie suddenly worries that it won't work, but once the figurines move by themselves on the ice, dancing along to the music, he smiles, watching your face bloom into pure joy.

Your eyes shine, tears of happiness clinging to your lashes. The mini you and Hobie complete its route, meeting in the center for a kiss before returning back to skate around again. Turning to face him, you find that he's already looking at you with fondness.

“I love it,” you hold his cheek, pecking the tip of his nose. “I love you,” you kiss his forehead. “You did so well.” Before you could kiss his lips properly, he beats you to it, leaning to kiss you instead.

Hobie kisses you warmly whilst music plays in the background, and the whirr of the machine he painstakingly made sure that it will last for a hundred holidays with you hums in the background.

[simplepotatofarmer]

fixer upper

a short rivals duo au fic based on this prompt by @mahikamihan! featuring robot technoblade and human dream! i hope y'all enjoy.

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It was the glint of light in the middle of the overgrown field that caught Dream’s eye.

All that was out here was grass and corn that hadn’t been harvested in at least two seasons, tall and brown and escaping the rows that once were carefully tended. There shouldn’t be anything glass or metal or tall enough to reflect like that and at first Dream thought he must have imagined it. But then the corn and grass began to thin until he was in a small, round clearing.

In the middle was what looked like scrap metal at first. He pushed some of the tall grass out of the way to get a better look.

“What—?”

Dream wasn’t certain what exactly he had expected but a robot wasn’t one of those things, especially not one that was shaped like a pig.

It wasn’t in good condition either; the pink paint that had once coated it was faded and peeling in most places and there patches of rust here and there. It seemed to be missing an ear and had been relegated to scarecrow in a long forgotten field.

Dream could’ve left it there, hauling it all the way back home would be a pain in the ass, but there was something the goofy eye sockets and the one bent ear that made him decide that maybe it would be worth it.

“This is so dumb,” he muttered to himself and began loading the robot into his cart.

Leaning back on his stool, Dream wiped his hands off on the grease stained rag.

He had been working on repairing the robot for days. At first he had thought of it as a side project, not something he really cared about, but now it felt important to Dream to get him working.

The first thing he had done was take care of the rusting before moving on to the circuits and wires that connected the operating system. Dream could have replaced it completely, upgraded it, but then it wouldn’t be him anymore and Dream wanted to see whatever personality program this pig-shaped robot had.

The work was almost done. All that was left was to replace the old battery with a new one and switch him on. There was a nervous flutter in Dream’s chest as he flipped on the power. If it didn’t work, he would’ve spent all this time for nothing.

And there was nothing at first.

Dream frowned.

Then there was a mechanical whirl and a low tone from the robot as the eyes lit up.

“Bbbb… Bbbbruuuuuuhhhhh.”

Dream waved a hand in front of the large white and black eyes.

The lights blinked, mimicking the way someone would slowly blink their eyes.

“Can I help you?”

Long pauses came between each word, as if the voice box was warming up, and maybe Dream was reading too much into it but he also sounded slightly annoyed.

“Well, I mean, technically I’m helping you,” said Dream.

The robot made a noise that definitely sounded like dissent. Dream narrowed his eyes a little about to say something when he was cut off.

“Really?”

The sarcasm was clear.

“Yes, really,” he said, pushing some scraps aside with his foot. “You’re—You shouldn’t even be able to ask that, sarcasm isn’t in your programing.”

“And you know this how?”

There was a slight glitch to how the robot spoke, cutting in and out, but Dream got the message loud and clear. He rolled his eyes and tried to keep the smile off his face. It didn’t work.

“Okay, I don’t but—but to be fair, you shouldn’t be able to respond like that.”

The robot’s one ear moved slightly, metal scraping against metal.

“Are you sure?”

Robots didn’t blink and so Dream gave a huff of laughter and looked away.

“No, but—Okay, fine, apparently you’re programed for sarcasm.” Dream reached for the small can of oil and greased the hinges of the ear. “Do you do anything useful?”

A low humming sound filled the pause before the answer.

“I’m optimized for combat and farmin’ potatoes,” he said.

“What!? That’s bullshit, there’s no way you’re programmed for combat.” Dream paused, tilting his head and grinning a little as the robot mimicked him. “The potato thing I believe, though.”

The robot lifted his arms in an approximation of a shrug. Those hinges squeaked as well and Dream greased them without thinking.

“I don’t know what to tell you, man.” The voice box cut out for a moment. “That’s my function.”

“Okay, sure,” said Dream, deciding that if he argued, it wasn’t going to go his way, and switching tactics. “Do you have a name?”

This pause was longer than all the others.

“Technoblade.”

“Technoblade? What kind of name is that?”

The white and black eyes narrowed.

“What’s your name?” Technoblade asked.

“Dream.”

“Dream?” A beeping sound followed, small lights on the side of Technoblade’s head flashing briefly. “I don’t think you’re one to be talkin’ about names, Dream.”

The bark of laughter that escaped Dream was involuntary and he tried to stifle it.

“Oh my god! You’re so annoying.”

“That’s also my function.”

Dream rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, let me finish fixing you up,” he said.

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return to sender (and deliver) Collab. drabble w/ @ro-valerius [Tofu] !

Virgil hadn’t put much thought into how strange it may be that he was going to go visit Tofu. He wasn’t necessarily close to Tofu, and perhaps could even scarcely say they are friends. Nevertheless, a few days after Virgil had heard of Tofu’s state following the pirate ventures, the elezen was knocking at the door of the Flower house with intentions to see how he was doing. 

“Might I come in? There is something I insist on bringing to Tofu,” he said when the front door finally opened. Virgil held up a basket. “And I brought bread.” 

Blomma blinked in surprise at their guest, and her confusion grew as he spoke. She hadn’t been under the impression that Tofu and Virgil got on, let alone that Virgil would go through the trouble of a journey to see Tofu. She tilted her head, but opened the door wider for him to enter, her brow still knitted together. 

“R-right, sure thing. Thanks…?” she managed in her confusion.

Virgil said nothing as he entered and walked past Blomma. He set a wrapped up parcel on the counter. 

“Sourdough. Break it, if you will. Or butter. Whichever,” he blandly explained before walking off to look for where Tofu was staying. 

“St-straight on from the stairs, through the first door, then the second door on the right,” Blomma called after him as she stared at the bread in confusion.

Virgil continued on as instructed. He reached out to knock on said door, only for it to open before his hand could make contact.

Miyu nearly jumped several feet back. 

Virgil gave them a blank look, then squeezed past them to step inside.

“Yeah, that’s fine, you can come in – how nice of you to ask,” Miyu called out sarcastically. Rather than stepping out, they leaned up against the wall to monitor as Virgil went to approach Tofu. 

At Miyu’s response to the visitor, Tofu looked over to see Virgil. He furrowed his brow, but pushed himself to sit up regardless, wincing heavily as he did so. 

“You…are the last visitor I would have expected,” he managed, offering a tense but well meaning smile.

“It is not a very long waitlist. I was certain that you were aware of the fact that outside of your family, you don’t have many who would venture to visit you to see your condition. At least… not many with the best intentions. I presume it’s fair to say I am not the last person you expect to see,” Virgil frankly responded. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the aggravated flicking of a tail, but paid no attention to it. “Albeit, I’ll admit that this is something beyond my comfort zone. But considering the severity of your condition, it mayhaps would be unwise to be the last person to visit.” 

Virgil’s eyes narrowed a fraction as he examined Tofu. He stepped a bit closer to the foot of the bed.

“You look terrible. And this is after healing magics have been utilized, hm?”

Tofu looked away sheepishly. "I suppose there's no waitlist at all, huh?" he murmured before clearing his throat. "Healing magic, uh… doesn't go well with me so…" 

As if on cue, a slight pain flared up briefly, bringing a slight wince across his features as he pressed a hand to his chest; it wasn't bad this time, but the small episodes were generally a prelude to a bigger one on the horizon. He certainly hoped Virgil concluded his business before then… The elezen was the last non-enemy person he wanted to witness the extent of his condition. 

“I’m aware. But with the extent of your injuries, I presumed that some sacrifices were made.” Tofu’s grimace wasn’t missed by him, nor was it for Miyu. Virgil heard hasty footsteps behind him out the door as Miyu went to retrieve something. 

“Your guards are gone. Briefly, I presume. Do you intend on doing anything foolish?” Virgil spoke dryly, despite how he was only making a light jest. He opened up the basket, taking out what appeared to be a target, with several darts affixed to it in a small baggy.

“If you do survive this, don’t let it be that your skills rot in lieu of your body. Hang this up in here, and perhaps you can still proceed with some form of training while you are bound to bed rest,” Virgil suggested, placing the board down for Tofu to look over. 

“You think me so weak that a simple scratch is enough to undo me?” Tofu remarked flatly, turning his gaze away almost carelessly. “I’ve had worse and survived, though your concern is…surprising, and appreciated?” 

His words were immediately undermined by a more intense flare up. He clamped one hand over his mouth to minimize the amount of blood that hit the blankets, but several drying spots indicated this was not the first episode of the day, nor would it be the last. His other gripped the fabric of his shirt over his chest tightly. He had managed to bite back a cry of pain this time, though his breaths still came out ragged as he tried and failed to not react to the intense pain. After it subsided, he cracked a weak smile at Virgil. 

“Let’s…keep that one between us, yeah?” he said sheepishly as he grabbed an already bloodied rag off the edge of the bed, beside the pillows, making sure to wipe as much blood off his hand and face as he could before Miyu returned. 

Virgil’s expression didn’t shift, though he gave a little tilt of his head and leaned down to get a closer look at Tofu as a more severe episode took hold of him.

“Not nearly so. But recognition of magic applied to others is among one of the more rudimentary principles for casters,” Virgil matter-of-factly responded. He eyed the bloodied rag, noting all the splotches of both fresh and old blood. “But if there was a chance of someone to get you now… scratch or not… that would be enough to undo you. You are not invincible, and it's foolish to act as such. Do carry on as you wish, but to whom does your behavior benefit? Because it's not you.” 

Virgil’s head tilted in the other direction, a nondescript hum sounding from him.

“I have no intention to. They’ll all see this again anyways. Your efforts to hide it are, frankly, a waste of energy. You have people eager to help you, I suggest accepting it in your condition.”

“I-it’s not to hide it, or to not accept help. I just…want to minimize the worry, at least a little, or as much as I can,” Tofu said softly, nearly a whisper, though he still didn’t look over at Virgil.

“Nonsense. People who love will worry either way. If that is really your goal, you’d break it off now and go far away,” Virgil remarked rather coldly. “If anything, your feats to protect all of them at the expense of your own being could perhaps even be cruel. And you care for them, so you should drop it, save if you are to leave.”

Tofu’s hands clenched into fists in his lap, tightening at each word. 

“I just need to be stronger. Just need to be faster, so that I can protect them better… If I run away, I can’t protect them. I am looking for a balance between protecting them and minimizing their worry,” he said, jaw tense. “But right now, I’m not strong enough. I need to be better.”

Virgil grabbed Tofu by the collar, shaking him as he pulled him up closer. Tofu winced as the motion jostled his injury.

“I am dying, Tofu. Rotting. My being rips apart day by day in increments. For the sake of becoming better. Is that what you wish to do? Because you will be just like me. Look at me and see what your future will be,” he hissed into Tofu’s face. “I-”

Virgil was cut off as something hard and cold smacked his cheek. 

“What in hells is wrong with you? Back up now,” Miyu snarled, already flinging another ice cube from the bowl in Virgil’s direction. 

With a narrow of his eyes, Virgil let go and took a step back. Miyu briskly walked over, squeezing in between Virgil and Tofu. 

“Mere chatter. I was just about to leave.”

"Wait, before you go…" Tofu picked up the small bell Ro had left on the pillow he wasn't using and rang it almost gently. With a flurry of sparks and a flash of bright light, Daen Lad twirled into the space between Tofu and Virgil. 

"Oh, ew, the stinky aether man is here-"

"Don't start, Daen Lad, please. Can I ask you to retrieve what I had you hold for me?" Tofu asked, his tone more patient than Virgil probably deserved. 

Daen Lad huffed and crossed their arms, stubbornly turning away from Virgil and snapping their fingers before returning to their crossed arms stance. A book dropped into Tofu's waiting hands. He lifted the book slightly, then looked at Virgil with an even gaze, holding out the book properly. 

"I'll take your words into consideration. Rest assured I do not intend to go so far as to fall apart or lose myself in the process. It is a simple matter of training, nothing extreme. I, uh, didn't plan to give this back, but… Something in you has shifted. It led you here, in this moment, with no ill intent. So…sorry for lying about it being gone," he said, his expression neutral with a bit of softness around his eyes. 

Virgil shot Tofu a pointed look when his book appeared.

“Procured straight from the fireplace, hm?” Virgil grumbled, unenthused. He gave a curt nod at Tofu’s words, also taking them into consideration. Virgil tucked his book into an inner pocket of his jacket and turned to leave. Daen Lad stuck their tongue out at Virgil before twirling and disappearing in a shower of lights.

"Understand, you were a threat until things got hectic," Tofu said evenly. 

“I am aware. Your biggest threat right now is yourself,” Virgil dryly joked back in response.

Miyu only stared, uncertain if he was joking, and not just egging Tofu on more. They reluctantly sat down beside Tofu, wetting a cold rag and holding it to the side of his neck to cool him down as they continued to side eye Virgil.

“Well, I’ll be off. Good luck caring for your ward, you will need it,” Virgil called out over his shoulder as he exited.

"See ya, do try to stay out of any more chests, yeah?" Tofu called back, going with the poorly indicated jest.

Miyu stared in confusion. 

“That… that was weird, right?” Miyu mumbled, briefly questioning if they were going insane while they dampened the rag again before they dabbed it against Tofu’s temple. “So what was that all about?” 

Tofu shrugged. "Weird that he came to see me, yeah. Maybe he started to suspect that I still had his book after all?" he said with a tilt of his head. "After all, he had a point. There's not exactly a waitlist to check on me." 

“Or maybe he has a little crush on you now, and he’s just being a weirdo about it. Either way, I hope applications are closed,” Miyu grumbled. Tofu rolled his eyes and shook his head at the thought.

A faint scowl formed across their features as the words of Tofu’s last statement sunk in. With their free hand, they gently tilted his face in their direction with a single finger. 

“Not everyone has the fortune of seeing a rare gem. That is what makes it a treasure. Part of what makes you a treasure,” they insisted, sternly. Their stare held, only to be interrupted upon a glimpse of speckles of blood on Tofu’s shirt. Their hand lowered, smoothing out the shirt as they examined it to see if it was really fresh blood. 

Tofu didn't have time to blush before he realized they had noticed the blood. There was a soft 'ah, fuck' as he looked away again before he plastered a smile on his face and brought his eyes back to them 

"It wasn't that bad," he murmured gently.

Miyu brushed their fingertips against his cheek. 

“I’m sorry. I should have been faster to help,” they quietly apologized with a kiss to his temple. They reached out for the nearby talismans they had retrieved in preparation, in case another swell came. There was a pause, Miyu freezing as a memory of healing following the events on the ship struck them. 

“It’s fine, it’s far from the worst condition I’ve ever been in,” he said, his smile taking on a more soft edge. 

He couldn’t tell what they were thinking, just that they were distressed about it, and did the only thing he could think to do; he placed his hand on their far cheek and gently leaned them towards him so that he could place his lips softly on their forehead. The motion still felt foreign to him, but he wanted to start trying, for Miyu, and for Kore, to return their affections.

Miyu’s eyes softened, their tense limbs relaxing as they leaned in towards him. A faint smile tugged at their lips.

“Hey. It’s my job to distract you, not the other way around.”

[dreamywriter143]

Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Title: Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Genre: Fluff, Slow-Burn, Unrequited love, Love-Triangle/Square?, Angst, SFW, NSFW (like one chapter later on, MDNI), Romance.

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Depictions of battles, blood/weapons, NSFW (later on) and it’s NOT incest. (That will also be revealed, much later on) Also, all the characters are AGED-UP (Neteyam and Ao’nung are the eldest being 18 etc…..)

Parings: Neteyam X Reader, Lo’ak X Reader, Ao’nung X Reader

Summary: Y/N, the twin sister of Tsireya and eldest daughter of Ronal and Tonowari is faced with new challenges and obstacles as the Sully’s arrive to Awa'atlu. Y/N cant help but be amazed by the new Na’vi, who intrigue her as well as raise a sense of connection within them. What will she do when lives are in danger? When the RDA attack? Or more Importantly, when her heart is torn between the two brothers who steal her breathe away upon first contact?

Word count: 3.2k

Chapter Nine: No Beginning. No End.

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~Y/N's POV~

My legs carry me across the sand, a smile on my face. After weeks of excruciating pain and constant worry over impressing my mother I was finally able to pass the test with flying colors. All that hard work had paid off. I sigh out loud, feeling my muscles relax after what felt like forever.

~Flashback~

"I'm very proud of you daughter" mother whispers embracing me tightly in her arms. I take in her scent. It feels like forever since I've been in the comfort of her arms. It felt warm, it seemed to fill me with life. "Thank you mother. I'm glad" I reply back looking up into her eyes. It was filled with warmth, warmth I missed over the past few weeks.

As I pull away mother caresses my face in worry, her finger tracing the black circles under my eyes. "I'm sorry my child. I didn't mean to put you through so much hardship" she says guilt taking over her features.

It's true that I've held a slight grudge against her, but at the end of the day all this training was for my people. Who need me. "It's fine mother, I caught up on my trainings and I've completed my test. That's all that matters" I say forcing a smile.

Truth be told I missed my sister, I missed the Sully's. It felt like forever since I've talked to them, been near them. I couldn't approach them when our eyes made contact due to mothers reoccurring glare . I didn't want her to become hostile towards them if I were to lose focus.

I was worried and felt sick to my stomach thinking they might loath me for missing so many lessons. Hearing their praises from Tsireya when I was able to stay awake during dinners felt like a stab to my heart. They were accomplishing so much and I wasn't even there.

Ever since mother has been pestering me with training I have been also actively avoiding Ao'nung. I knew he was the reason for the extra lessons. He didn't deserve a word from me. I would avoid him when he approached me, acting as though he didn't exist. He betrayed me.

"Y/N" mother calls softly, catching me mid day dream. "I'd like you to resume lessons with...the children" mother says softly, my eyes widening.

"R-really?" I ask confused and shocked at the same time.

"Yes. I was worried you'd neglect your duties for them. I was wrong. You may resume" she says making me smile. I noticed a slight softness when she spoke of the Sully's, something must have changed. What was it?

"Are you sure? I've heard they've been accomplishing a lot. I'll aid in whatever way I can. But why are you allowing this?" I ask tilting my head. I catch mother glance at a basket filled with oysters she had gathered from earlier today, when I was busy with the elders.

"Ever since Ewya gave you to me I knew you were special. The way you interacted with nature, with Ewya...was unlike anything I've ever seen" she says a smile adorning her features. "It seems as though the eldest daughter...Kiri shares that same gift as you dear".

"Really?" I ask, I knew I felt some sort of connection with Kiri. Is this a sign? Proof?

"When I was gathering oysters today, I saw her interact with the many creatures of the sea, just like you." she says making me realize, she was beginning to accept them! The thought of that brought overwhelming joy.

~Flashback end~

Giggling to myself I continue the walk, feeling the breeze. After mother's approval of me hanging around them I excused myself for a walk right after dinner. I needed the fresh air. I look down at the sand watching my footsteps disappear behind me.

I wonder if the Sully's missed me. Have they noticed I was gone? Did they hate me now? Did Neteyam, think differently. All these thoughts made me frown.

Unknowingly I realize I'm at the sand bank where I had met up with Neteyam all those night ago. Feeling my heart clench I begin to turn back home only to notice a figure sitting on the sand, his head hung low. I slowly approach the boy cautiously.

"Neteyam?"

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~Third Person POV~

At the sound of his name Neteyam looks up, his eyes catch those beautiful E/C eyes he's missed so much, not thinking the Na'vi stands up, taking two long strides to stand in front of her.

"Y/N" he breathes out, her scent hit him like a large wave as he looked at her, really looked at her.

He takes her hands into his, inspecting her from top to bottom. Tiny scratches littered her body, her hands being the most effected. Scratches and calluses decorated her delicate hands, Neteyam was afraid to hold to tightly. He left her face for last, her sunken eyes, the dark circles and the visible difference in her weight was astonishing.

He felt like a part of him had been ripped in half. "You look ill" he whispers, his hands still held hers, afraid if he let go she'd disappear. She chuckles, her eyes looking up into his. How much she missed staring into them, the yellow hues that would take her breath away.

"Where were you?" he mummers leaning in, unable to get enough of her scent, unable to get enough of her presence. Proof that she was actually there, not just an imagination in his head.

"Mother, she......I had to make up for what I missed" Y/N whispers back, feeling overwhelmed. She felt her eyes sting, she didn't know why but seeing Neteyam, seeing the worry behind those beautiful eyes made the girl want to cry.

All the exhaustion she'd been holding down, resurfacing. Neteyam watch's her, one hand leaving hers to hold her cheek, gently caressing her cheek.

"Ao'nung-" Neteyam clenches his jaw "-saw me come late that night. Though I managed to divert his misunderstanding he concluded that being around your family would be bad for me and my future as Tsahik" she explains.

Neteyam felt rage radiate throughout his body, all of a sudden Y/N felt cold as his hands had left her body, he was afraid he would unintentionally hurt her so he pulled his hands away, keeping them on his side.

"That skxawng... should I speak to him?" Neteyam says through gritted teeth making Y/N look to him in fear. "No! please Neteyam, it'll make things worse. I've passed my test. It was all worth it. I'm not on speaking terms with Ao'nung anymore. So please forget it" Y/N pleads making Neteyam sulk a little.

He would do anything for the girl, and he knew it.

Y/N takes his hands into hers, taking him down with her to sit on the sand. She desperately wanted to change the subject, talking about Ao'nung just brought of the fact her loving older brother had betrayed her, betrayed her trust.

"How is everyone? Has anyone missed me" Y/N asks looking at Neteyam's hands. He stares at her, feeling his anger slowly melt away. He wouldn't forgive Ao'nung, but right now he wanted to savor this moment.

"I've missed you" he says making her look up, a cheeky smile twitching on her lips. "Oh really? And here I was missing your entire family. Guess they didn't notice me gone" she teases making Neteyam roll his eyes in mock annoyance. "Me missing you isn't good enough?" He asks making Y/N shake her head.

"No, it's enough. It's more then enough. I've missed you...all of you" She squeezes his hands making a heat surge through him.

"Tuk has been missing you terribly. She thought you didn't like us anymore" Neteyam says making Y/N's eyes widen in horror. "No way! That's what I was afraid of....." she screeches worry itching into her being. Neteyam is quick to calm her down. "Don't worry, Dad cleared things up. It's all ok, he told us about what you said to him earlier today. Everyone is just worried about you. That's all" he assures.

Y/N relaxes a bit, glancing at the sea. "I hear your a master at riding Iiu. I'm impressed. How's your signing?" Y/N asks as Neteyam shrugs.

"Not bad, other then what you've thought me I've learned from Tsireya and Roxto. I've also managed to pick up a lot from the locals" he explains as Y/N giggles. Neteyam felt his breath hitch. How long has it been since her heard her giggle. Since her heard that lovely sound, he prayed he could hear it again.

"How's your breathing?" She asks making him puff up his chest. "Great! Tsireya says we've improved a lot" he says proudly making Y/N raise an eyebrow. It was true, their breathing had improved a lot. Tsireya seemed happiest over that accomplished above all else when she spoke of them.

"Ok, show me" Y/N says moving her hands from his hands to his chest. Immediately his heart rate quickened under her touch. Y/N laughs at this.

"Your heartbeat is still irregular 'Mr. My Breathing Is So Great' " Y/N mocks receiving a annoyed glare. "How can I calm down! It's making me nervous....being in the s-spotlight and all" Neteyam lies. He knew his breathing was good. He just needed to divert his attention away from her warm hands.

"Sorry, ok. How about we try calming down together? Ready?..." Y/N mummers moving one of her hands to her own chest, Neteyam following the moment.

"The way of water has no beginning, and no end. The sea is around you, and in you.-" she says soothingly. Even though she was so close to him, one of her hands on his chest. Listening to her voice Neteyam felt himself relax.

"-The sea is your home before your birth. And after your death. Our hearts beat in the womb of the world. Our breath burns in the shadows of the deep.....-" Y/N nods encouragingly at his breathing clams down significantly.

"-The sea gives, and the sea takes, water connects all things. Life to death. Darkness to light" Y/N finishes still staring at Neteyam. A smile spreads across her face at his accomplishment.

"I'm impressed Neteyam. You've learned a lot!"

~~~~~~~~~Time Skip to Next Day~~~~~~~~

Tsireya groans sitting up from her mat. Yesterday was filled with activities that made her body ache in protest. Letting out a huge yawn she stretched, her eyes shut tight enjoying how her body cracked from the stiffness. When she opened her eyes she was caught off guard seeing her sister staring at her smiling wide.

"Ah!!!" She squeals jolting at the sudden appearance.

Y/N giggles at her sister who takes a few moments to calm herself down. "W-what are you doing! You totally caught me off guard!" Tsireya complains laughing along with her sister. She felt like it's been ages since she's actually seen her sister up close.

"You should have seen your face!!" Y/N says ruffling Tsireya's already messy bed head. The younger sister grumbles taking her older sisters hands into her own, being mindful of the cuts. "What are you doing? Do you have training today as well?" Tsireya asks. She tried her hardest to sound happy. She wanted her sister to finish her training. But not being able to spend time with her made her feel so depressed. She prayed she was done with her training.

"Welllll....guess what" Y/N says leaning in, getting curious Tsireya also leans in and Y/N whispers into her ear. "I passed the test" she says in a teasing tone. Tsireya's eyes widen as she launches herself into her older sisters arms. "Are you serious!!! Oh my Ewya. That is amazing news! I'm so proud of you!!!!" Tsireya squeals loudly.

Y/N hugs her sister back, lovingly. She truly felt blessed right now.

 "Wait!" Tsireya pulls back looking at her. "Does that mean you'll get to join us today?" She asks, full of hope. Y/N nods making Tsireya  jump up and down with joy. She pulls her sister up on her feet pushing her towards the door. "Everyone will be so excited!! Let's go!!!" Y/N laughs following her sister. Quickly freshening up on the way Y/N jogs behind her sister. Unable to contain her excitement.

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"You're not joining us today?" Lo'ak asks Kiri who nods walking out of the Marui. Neteyam follows the duo holding back a smile. 

"Why? We are almost done. Tsireya will be upset if you don't come" Lo'ak warns. For the past couple of weeks the younger Metkayinan Na'vi had grown on him. With how much she was helping him and his family, Lo'ak couldn't help but appreciate her.

"I wanted to just...chill for the day. You know, take it easy?" Kiri says not wanting to go through another breathing lesson. She had aced that since the beginning. She just wanted to explore, see the unending beauty the sea offered.

"You'll want to go today" Neteyam pipes up out of no where making his siblings look at him in question. He simply shrugs, pushing past them to make his way to their meeting spot. Kiri and Lo'ak share a confused look before following the older Na'vi.

"Why? Is today special?" Kiri asks trying to keep up with her brothers large strides. Lo'ak catches up, catching his brother's wide smile. He hasn't smiled like that in a while. It was carefree and genuinely happy. Before he could put the pieces together he realized they've arrived to their original meeting spot.

"Good morning!!" A voice calls, the Sully's immediately recognize Tsireya's voice as they walk closer. But upon further inspection, Kiri and Lo'ak freeze. Behind Tsireya, a head peers out. Lo'ak feels his breath hitch seeing that it's Y/N.

"Y-Y/N-"

"Y/N!!!" Kiri screams running past her frozen brother, towards Y/N.

Y/N fully steps out, her arms open wide welcoming Kiri's hug as she crashes into her. Neteyam smiles fondly at the scene. He stood next to Tsireya as he peered at the duo.

Last night before they parted ways Y/N had informed him that due to her good behavior and her passing the test. Her mother would allow her to hang out them and continue lessons again. All morning Neteyam was bubbling with excitement knowing his siblings would be ecstatic upon seeing her.

Kiri is the first to pull back, looking at Y/N from top to bottom. "Oh my Ewya, look at you! You are beaten up!!" She says worriedly, turning Y/N's head in every direction possible to look for more cuts or bruises that might be hidden. Though Y/N was older then her, right now Kiri felt like a mother bird flocking over her child.

Neteyam turns to his brother, who slowly walks towards the girls.

Neteyam frowned at how awe-stricken Lo'ak looked, but he shrugged it off as being shocked by Y/N's sudden presence. Y/N gives Kiri's shoulder a reassuring squeeze telling her she is fine before turning to Lo'ak.

Y/N beams at the boy, he seemed to have grown a little since the last time she saw him, and it's only been a few weeks! He looked a bit taller, he arms a little more defined with all that new swimming. Y/N goes to Lo'ak expecting a lecture like she had received from Kiri, but to her shock the younger Na'vi pulls the surprised girl in for a hug. He squeezes her tightly against him, taking in her scent.

"You're back...." He whispers making Tsireya slightly stiffen. The action does not go unnoticed by Neteyam, who is equally stiff at his brothers sudden embrace. He saw how tightly he held her, the way one hand wrapped around her waist and other hand cradled her head. Lo'ak seemed to be in his own world as Neteyam felt his ears twitch in annoyance.

Y/N pulls away looking Lo'ak with a smile. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" She giggles fully pulling away. Tsireya watches the separated duo, clearing her throat she opens her mouth.

"Lo'ak, Y/N passed her-"

"You have no idea how much we missed you! How much i missed you..." Lo'ak says, interrupting Tsireya. He practically ignored her, his eyes solely on Y/N. He desperately wanted to tell her how much he had accomplished during her absence. He also didn't want her to disappear again.

Neteyam goes to stand beside Lo'ak, feeling slightly uncomfortable with how familiar Lo'ak was acting towards Y/N.

"I've missed you all as well! I've heard you guys have learned so much! I'm so sorry for missing it.....Where is Tuk? I wanted to give her this bracelet I made!" Y/N says pulling out pouch she had tied near her waist belt. She pulls out three bracelets, similar to the one she wore herself. She hands one to Kiri who graciously accepts and immediately puts it on. "It's beautiful Y/N!!" She gushes twirling it in the sunlight. The seashells and pearls glittered under the sunlight.

Y/N then turns to Tsireya, handing her one as well. Tsireya accepts the gift, a forced smile on her features. She simply takes it, not putting in on. Y/N furrows her eyebrows in question. She was acting differently, but why? Before she can ask what was wrong Kiri grabs her hand tugging it.

"Y/N, Tuk is in the hut. C'mon. Let's go give it to her! She'll be so happy" Kiri encourages.

Holding the bracelet close to her, Y/N glances at Tsireya and Neteyam, as if waiting for their permission. Tsireya nods back, still looking quite tense. Neteyam offers a tiny smile, he didn't want to hog her presence when everyone else has been missing her.

"Of course. Tuk was missing you the most" Neteyam says receiving a eye roll from Lo'ak. Everyone knew Neteyam was missing Y/N more then anyone. He was that obvious.

"Thanks! See you guys later!" Y/N giddily follows after Kiri. Jogging towards the hut.

"Great, now she's gone..." Lo'ak sighs out deciding to leave. He was looking forward to lessons, but after seeing Y/N and being unable to spend more time with her Lo'ak felt his motivation from earlier disappear.

"Where are you going?" Neteyam asks, slightly pulling him back. Lo'ak shrugs his hands off. "To chill, what else?" He replies leaving  Neteyam and Tsireya alone. Neteyam glances at the quite girl. She looks up offering a tiny smile before excusing herself as well leaving him alone.

Neteyam sighs out loud. He looks towards the sea making some clicking sounds. His Iiu peered out of the water as he mounts her for a much needed ride.

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As stated in the tags, this will be a love Triangle/square. I kind of figured who Y/N will end up with but I would also love different opinions, if the requests are high enough I might write some alternate endings! 

-Author

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[blackjackkent]

OK back on the hunt for Minsc. I would really like to get him before the next long rest, because I would prefer not to cut it too close on going to rescue Florrick before she suffers a short drop and a sudden stop.

So we're back in the sewers again; at the spot we left off, we were fighting some people who seemed like they were Stone Lord lackeys so hopefully that means we're pretty close to the mark.

Apparently we left off right before a puzzle:

OK, this looks straightforward enough.

OK maybe not straightforward - within a minute I had managed to make both pumps explode.

I actually have no idea what I did that specifically was the right thing to do here but I did, at any rate, manage to open the sluice gate eventually.

No Sage inspiration for this puzzle, which is correct, because Hector and I both definitely did not use our brains on this one. XD

Into the tunnel and...

AHHHHHHHHH

THERE HE IS AGAIN! MY BOY!

(I will stop being excited about him never. ^_^ )

He and the false Jaheira are deep in discussion with, of all people, Roah Moonglow, who it's been a hot minute since we've seen:

"All the coin seems to be there," the Zhentarim halfling is saying. "If a little bloodstained. You lot are enthusiastic about your Lord's work..."

"Our Lady," the false Jaheira growls. "We serve only the Absolute."

Roah laughs casually. She's clearly no more cowed by the cult here than she was at Moonrise - or by her companions' much greater size, either. "Silly me," she drawls. "We Zhentarim are so long past our own godly roots, I'm afraid I forget the half of them.

Her eyes flick over to Minsc with a hint of sincere curiosity. "But you I know. When did you start worshipping gods?" she asks, tilting up one eyebrow. "Did they give your wee rodent a worm friend too?"

Minsc's head snaps back at the words and his face gives a sudden spasm as if with great pain. "R- rodent?" he mumbles.

"Enough!" the doppelganger snaps before Roah can pursue the question. "You will show the Stone Lord proper respect! And you will return to the Guildhall and do as we have paid you to."

"Of course," Roah says hastily. "I only thought--"

"Wait!" Minsc has recovered himself and his eyes have locked onto Hector clambering out of the cistern pipe.

"Flop all you wish, little fish!" he snarls. "But Minsc has caught you!"

Roah grins cheerfully and immediately begins backpedaling out of the situation. "On that note - good luck! The job will be done by the time you get to the Guildhall."

The halfling trader vanishes into the shadows and Minsc and the doppelganger turn with matching glares to face down the new arrivals.

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"So much for stealth," Jaheira murmurs sardonically as her wildshape magic begins to swirl around her.

"We were never going to get in here without being seen," Hector says with a slight shake of his head. "Watch out - a few others in the shadows."

"Carlisle," Jaheira says, just before the magic swallows her; her eyes pierce his with an air of muted desperation. "Do not kill him. Please."

He nods slightly. "You have my word."

[peachyomega]

Unyielding Spirit

Summary: Your friend Take wants to get it all out there!

Rating: Probably a little past R...

Characters: Konosuke Takeshita X Reader

Warnings: None really

Words: 1257

"Do you like me?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours.

After a beat of hesitation you answered honestly: "Of course, Take!" and added "You're my friend!"

"No..." He said quietly, looking down for a moment before raising his hand and gently brushing your hair back from your face, his thumb tracing a line down to your jaw.

"Do you like me?" He asked again, his voice deeper this time, the difference in his meaning made apparent.

You stared as the shock of feeling his touch hit you. Soft fingertips just barely grazing your face, the sensation so light it almost tickled. You felt your cheeks heat up and a small incredulous smile begin to form on your face as you met Konosuke's gaze.

His expression began to mirror your own as he read your reaction. He reached down to clasp your hand and gently raised it to his lips. You watched as he pressed his lips softly to your knuckles, your body reacting to even this tiny amount of contact. Konosuke's smile widened. "Good..." He said.

As your mind raced to take stock of the situation, you realized your heart was beating hard and fast and you wondered if Konosuke's was as well.

"Take..." you began, before you brought your other hand up, almost involuntarily, to rest your palm against his solid chest. You confirmed that his heart was indeed beating just as hard as yours, and blushed more deeply at feeling the muscle and warmth of his chest.

At the contact the smile dropped from Konosuke's face and a more serious look came across it. He glanced down at your hand against his body and back up at you. His eyes seemed to darken and you noticed his tongue shift behind his lower lip. You gasped softly as he closed the remaining distance between you and pressed his lips to yours in a deep, rushed kiss.

His lips were big and soft and fit so perfectly against your own. Konosuke's hands went up to cup your face as he kissed you, his lips moving against yours in a way that made you instantly want more. Your breathing began to quicken as your lips pressed together more urgently. He bit softly at your lower lip and you felt the tip of his tongue run across it. You moved your tongue to meet his and soon they were writhing against each other as your kisses deepened.

You heard him murmur your name as he moved lower to plant kisses against your jaw. You gasped softly and tilted your head back in a silent surrender. He moved eagerly, his lips tracing a scorching path down to your neck.

You heard a light moan escape him just before you felt a very slight, delicious pain at the side of your throat. Konosuke had bitten you lightly at first, but you felt his teeth press more deeply into your skin, sharp points grazing you before he sucked at the spot, his tongue licking lashes against you there.

It felt incredible and you were somewhat shocked that Konosuke, who you had assumed would be a more gentle lover, was behaving this way. His lips, his tongue, his teeth... He seemed... Hungry. It was exciting.

You found your hands exploring him. One in his long, flowing hair and the other smoothing a path down one muscular shoulder. Every part of him felt divine. You felt him wrap an arm around your waist and pull you in closer, your breasts becoming squished against his firm chest.

It was no longer your cheeks, but your whole body that felt like it was blushing now, and in your state there was no more room for timidness. You had to be closer to him.

In a smooth motion you threw your leg over his to straddle his lap. You sat atop his firm thighs and scooted forward. The front of you bumped into something large and hard and you gasped. You realized it was his erection.

Konosuke sighed. His eyes locked on yours before he moved his hands to your hips and slowly pulled you forward into him, his hips rising as he ground himself against you once. He tossed his head back at the contact and a stream of japanese words came from his mouth. He stared up at the ceiling and took a deep breath.

Konosuke lowered his gaze back down to you and gave you a small smile before pushing you backward a small ways. "I'm sorry." He said, and repeated again. "I'm sorry."

"No, I am. I wasn't thinking. I just..." you trailed off. You had only wanted to be closer to him in the moment, but the line you were about to cross was coming up at lightning speed. Maybe it was better to not get too carried away too fast.

You moved to the side and slid off of Konosuke's lap to sit beside him. He moved to adjust himself and straighten his posture before giving you another small smile and reaching down to hold your hand, entwining his fingers with yours.

You two sat side by side, hand in hand, and locked eyes with each other. As your pulse seemed to slow down, your eye was involuntarily drawn to a small, twitching movement in Konosuke's lap. You couldn't help but stare at the shape there. Konosuke laughed lightly, pulled his hand away from yours and moved it to cover himself.

"No." You said, grabbing his wrist. "Don't worry, Take. I... I want it. I want you." you stammered. You felt a bit surprised at yourself.

His eyes widened. "You..? We don't have to... It's okay." He tried to assure you, his voice completely earnest.

You swallowed hard before a rush of excitement surged through you as you thought about what you were about to do. It was bold, but you felt safe being bold with Konosuke. You tilted your face upward to meet his lips in a kiss as you reached your hand out and grabbed him through his pants. You wrapped your fingers around him and squeezed.

Konosuke broke the kiss with a gasp. He stared incredulously at you, his sex twitching in your hand. You gave it another squeeze as you ran your hand up it's length and felt it's shape. It was long and hard, and your fingertips could not meet in their hold around it. Konosuke said your name in a questioning tone once and studied your face for a moment before closing his eyes against the pleasure he felt.

"Okay." He said decisively, and turned to face you. In a quick motion he moved fully onto the couch, his large body blocking all other sights as he moved toward you and guided you backwards to lie beneath him. He lowered himself to resume kissing you, but this time with your bodies fully in contact. Your legs spread to wrap around him and he ground his hips deliciously against you once more, his hard length hitting you at just the right spot between your legs.

You both moaned between kisses and breaths and you heard Konosuke say your name again. His hand wandered up your t shirt and found your breast where he squeezed and ran his thumb across your nipple.

"Take..." you whispered, looking up at him, admiring his dark, shining eyes and the way his hair cascaded around you. He was so close. He was all around you, but you felt that it just wasn't enough. You had to have more...

[katsukibakugowrites]

Mi Rey (cont.)

Authors note: This is posted on other platforms. Always open to constructive criticism and how you feel about the story progression as it is still a work in progress.

*Disclaimer * YES i do know how my title is/means My King in Spanish but the name Rey in the story is pronounced R-A-Y

*WARNING* This eventually will be heavily kink based and there is no introduction of the characters it leads right into foreplay (eventually ill come back and try to add what lead up to this but for now its sticks like this) I am still writing this so its not done and idk when it will be

*THIS IS A TRANS COUPLE FTM* (one has fully transitioned but still wields there vagina and yes has a penis and the other only has had there top surgery)

Mi Rey ( Continued *technically part 2*)

It's taking me a minute before I do anything further to him, arms still crossed and above his head and his legs pushed up and out, spread out like a good boy. Im looking into his eyes and i can't tell if i want to praise him or degrade him for how submissive he looks.

 “Rey..” I say, sensing him holding his breath before he lets it out, shakenly meeting my gaze. Im already red and hot from the thoughts, i breath “You look so fucking incredible, I just can’t help the sinful thoughts running through my head. Oh the things I want to do to you.”  A whimper comes from him, “T-then do them sir..” as he turns his head to the side avoiding my stare. I cock my head to the side and smile wickedly, “Are you sure you want me to do…everything that is running through my head?” I say as I'm taking his chin into my hold to make him face me. Rey’s eyes widen for a split second, and slowly nod their head. Moving in less than a second I grasp their wrists and lean down to their ear.  I hiss “I'm going to make you regret saying that Kitten”. 

I push my body weight onto their wrists, while I push my knee to their center. A moan rips through the air in the room. I push harder into Rey, leaning down to mark their shoulder. Feeling Rey writhe underneath me as a cry hits my ears, I bite harder. I'm wanting and looking to taste copper on the tips of my lips, it doesn't take long till the feeling of dampness on my lips happens and I finally release. Rey is trembling, I scoot my knee a bit back relieving him of the pressure at their center. “I warned you Rey” I growled, barely an inch away from their ear. I raise and Rey meets my gaze, I can see the slight tears that are forming but not from fear… no its from pain and pleasure. That realization makes my cock even harder.

Rey tilts his head down a smirk appearing “Oh is that all…I thought there would be more…Teddy Bear” he says tauntingly. My eyes thin from the words coming from that little brats mouth, I cock a smile and tilt my head to the side looking bewildered and take one of my hands and wipe the small blood trial from the corner of my lips keeping eye contact I murmur “Now, now… thats no way to talk to me….” It takes less than a split second and my knee is back pressed harder to their center being roughly up against their boxers and my free hand harshly gripping their face forcing to be inches from mine “You address me as Sir, Master, or my name… got it!” I snap. Rey's eyes widen in panic and in a startled manner says “Y..yes”  he tries to pull away thinking I’m done but he didn't say either of them “What. Is. My. Name… slut?!” I bark out. “L-Luka Sir" Rey mumbles through their squished face, “Glad we could understand each other” I say letting him go and pushing him back down by the wrists roughly, “Now where were we…oh yes that..” I whisper while I bend down to lick at the bite mark, still slightly trickling blood and shivering moans come from him. 

My hot breath fans over their neck coaxing a whimper from him, I let loose a breathy smile as my hands finally achingly release the hold I have on him to trail his body, almost as if my hands are trying to memorize the beauty beneath me. As my hands hit his sides, my touch becomes light grazing across their stomach Rey’s breath hitches and their eyes close, “S..sir” they tremble out  “Please…”. I pause and look up to them now staring down at me “Use your words brat…I don't know what you want if you don't tell me” I say irritatingly. My hands are now teasing the waistband of the boxers, one finger hooking it pulling toward me and letting it go causing a sharp sting and whimpers coat the air as he struggles to tell me what he wants. “I..I want your m-mouth on me…fingers in me…fill me.. Please…please fuck me” he pants out. “Fuck you how exactly princess” I say slyly, their trying to hide the tremors racking their body as they barely can look at me. I hook his boxers one last time and release it causing another sharp sting, he whimpers and body jolts form the sudden pain. “I..I want you to use me as your fuck toy Sir…Use me for what you want..” Rey struggles to pant out, his waist line is red from the pain, but the heat from their core is radiating; “fucking masochist” I think to my self.

More coming soon

[ilbound]

@nexarerum has requested a story : “ the unfortunate truth is, i think i’d forgive any flaw in a person if they loved me enough. ” - gabs to isa

a prompt i lost.

❝ Ah , well ⸺ ❞

Only has a moment to begin a reply before the short-lived p e a c e in the apartment is broken by a ‘ C’MON , YOU’VE GOTTA’ BE KIDDIN’ ME ! ’ .  Isa sighs inwardly , knowing full well that he ought not to expect any sort of quiet in this place when the two rowdy pyromancers get together.  Frustrating though it is ( for he , as the moon for axel’s sun , always preferred solitude & silence compared to all the commotion ) , the Diviner catches himself s m i l i n g , if only faintly , briefly listening in to the bickering scuffle transpiring in the other room.  It was , Isa has to admit , in some ways , the least bit e n t e r t a i n i n g .

❝ I can see it , ❞ Isa replies , not meaning any offense by agreeing.  He rises from his place on the bed beside her and quietly closes the door to drown out the noise coming from the living room.  There he stays , back resting against the wood , arms folding across his chest.  ❝ After all , you so readily forgave all o u r flaws , didn’t you ? ❞  That clearly was n o t what she meant , but he tries to lighten the mood of the topic by gently teasing her for it.  He offers her a slight smile , head tilting.  ❝ I believe I understand what you mean , though , ❞ He admits , fingers drumming along his bicep in thought , ❝ I always thought that … I could overlook the worst in others if they cared enough. ❞  Such a pitiful truth comes out e a s i l y for her , but his words are no less painful to say , no less BITTER & MISERABLE , ❝ But what I’ve realized , as I hope you’ve come to see , too , is that I don’t have to seek out love or care or kindness in terrible places.  Because I’ve already got such things from the best people I could’ve asked for. ❞  Axel ( as well as his adoptive siblings found in roxas & xion ) , Kaen … And Gabriella herself … These are the people who now comprise his entire world , and he could not be happier for it.

[warverse]

Someone doesn’t like somethin on him (with 2 other variants of it)