#my nose keeps swelling up and stuffing up

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

due to all the current climate fuckery, there has been an excessive concentration of ozone in the air for the past THREE DAYS here and i can feel it in my body and it fucking SUCKS

and the alert has been extended into tomorrow

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯ drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

It was one time…until it wasn’t. You and Bakugo were both single, what’s the harm in sleeping with your best friend?

content // 18+ MDNI! I had the phrase “midnight drives & backseat secrets” tucked away in my notes app that inspired this. college au (20s), semi-public sex (cock warming/unprotected sex, cream pie, cum eating), best friends with benefits, pet names (baby), idiots in love, mutual pining, cutesy awkward confessions, soft bakugo. I just can't get enough of friends to lovers, especially bfwb to lovers.

wc // 2.2k + crossposted to ao3 『 k.bakugo masterlist 』

[12:07am] Katsuki: Out front, get your ass down here.

The car radio hums in the background, the cool breeze sneaking in through the cracked windows and into the backseat against your bare skin.

Bakugo’s sweats are tucked under his thighs, shirt hanging over the driver’s seat as you hover in his lap, topless with your panties pushed to the side. His hands glide up the backs of your thighs and over the swell of your ass, settling at your hips as he guides you to be fully seated on his cock. You adjust to the stretch of him with ease, relishing in the heat swirling in your abdomen as he moans contently.

You two have done this song and dance before, plenty of times, actually. Initially, it was a one time thing, something you two casually stumbled into during one of your weekly movie nights (thanks to one steamy sex scene in said movie). You’re both single, have been best friends for years, and are more than comfortable with each other - what could go wrong? You agreed to keep it casual...and a secret.

That opened the flood gates for you two and led to sex happening any and everywhere; in the backseat of Bakugo’s car after a study session, the bar bathroom when you were both tipsy, the closet of a house party, stumbling into each other’s beds and touching each other until you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

And it worked, almost a little too well.

Why?

Because you had one rule - no kissing on the lips. As long as the two of you never kissed, it wasn’t intimate, and therefore didn’t cross your friendship line.

“Did…you finish that assignment for Aizawa’s lecture?” You ask breathlessly as Bakugo’s lips trail up the side of your neck. He chuckles against your skin before leaning back with an amused smirk and roll of his hips.

“Are ya really gonna ask about that now?”

Lying wasn’t your strong suit. Bakugo always saw right through you whenever you tried, even little white lies. “Just popped into my head.”

He pauses, holding you still and arching his brows curiously. “Nah, s'not like you. What's goin' on?”

Truth be told, the causal conversation helped keep the unending desire to break your stupid rule, begging your heart to let those feelings be fucked out of your system with time. It backfired tremendously, only making you fall harder for him over the last few months. You were the one who initiated the first time; this is a hell you've created for yourself.

Why was it catching up with you tonight?

Bakugo's fingers release from your hips and move to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "C'mon, y'should know by now ya can't lie to me. What's swimmin' around in that head a'yours?"

"It's stupid," you sigh, trying to lift yourself out of his lap when he grabs you by the waist, compulsively pulling you back onto his cock until you were completely stuffed full of him.

"Nuh uh, stay put," he mumbles low, biting his lip while a strawberry blush creeped across his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. “You feel too fuckin' good right now.”

“Can’t get enough of me?” you tease, laughing while you ruffle his hair and wiggle in his lap. Bakugo smacks at one of your boobs in retaliation, cackling when you dramatically huff and pinch his nipple.

"Stop it, brat!" he laughs, squeezing your sides until you can't breathe from your own laughter. "Spit it out already!"

Why was play fighting while his dick was inside you so…hot?

"Okay! Okay, fine," you stammer, catching your breath and collecting yourself. "D-don't stare at me when I say it."

Bakugo snickers before pinching your cheeks lovingly, forcing you to meet his fiery gaze. "Oh, so bein' face first in your tits and balls deep in you is fine, but eye contact is where ya draw the line?"

"Oh my god, don't say it like that!" You glow scarlet, spreading down your neck to your chest.

"Like y'don't say dirty ass shit when I fuck—"

"Fuck this stupid game we're playing!" you blurt out, titling his chin upward and tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. "I...wanna kiss you, Katsuki, so goddamn badly. And if I do, I know I'm not gonna be able to stop."

He can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth, and he prays you can’t hear the booming bass of his heartbeat. What he can’t hide was how your words shot straight to his dick, twitching while his need to fuck you senseless was being drowned out by the newfound yearning to make sweet love to you instead. Bakugo always thought the mushy lovey-dovey saying about time standing still in moments like these was a crock of shit until now.

He kisses the pad of your thumb, his breath fanning over your fingertip as he whispers, "Maybe I don't want ya to stop.”

Your heart flutters so violently it travels into your stomach and twists into the white-hot pleasure brewing in your belly. Before you can chicken out, you swoop down to press a kiss to his lips, the two of you fitting together like lost puzzle pieces. Only a few seconds pass before you break apart, leaving you both spellbound by the electricity flowing through your bodies.

“Get up,” Bakugo orders while patting your thighs, adrenaline spiking and breaking out in a sweat. “Move upfront with me.”

You don’t second guess his suggestion and peel yourself away from his lap. The sheen of slick coating his cock catches your eye as you hop over the middle console and into the front seat, a lightning strike traveling straight to your soaked center, clit throbbing with anticipation. Once you click the little mechanism under the passenger seat, it shifts and creates an ample amount of space in front of you. Bakugo shimmies out of his sweats completely before carefully maneuvering himself over the console and settles into the space. You’re not exactly sure what’s happening until he finds the recline button, sending you catapulting backwards and into a fit of laughter when your head comically bounces off the headrest.

“Shit,” he chuckles, fingers hooking into the band of your panties. “You good?”

“I’m fine, Kats,” you exhale, lifting yourself off the seat enough for him to slide the underwear over your thighs and off your ankles. “But uh, I don’t wanna get your seats dirty, isn’t that why we never do—”

“Don’t give a shit right now,” Bakugo interrupts as he crawls onto the seat in between your legs, kissing any inch of skin he finds along the way; calf, thigh, hip, stomach, chest, shoulder, neck, and finally your cheek. Each touch is slow, gentle, the total opposite of everything you’d ever done before. He pauses, the embers in his vermillion eyes ignited with passion as he studies your face, fixated on your plush lips while lowering his body against yours. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until it’s stolen away, a desperate gasp for air as his leaky tip sinks back into your pussy with ease, only stopping when his hips are flush with your own.

“C’mon baby, keep your word and don’t stop,” Bakugo mutters before crashing his lips onto yours, moaning into your mouth when you squeeze his cock in response at the pet name.

Baby.

The world around you fades into a blur, your entire body ablaze as your tongues intertwine, savoring the newly broken threshold of your friendship. His leisurely thrusts are driving you absolutely insane, more than you ever thought was possible. Were you dreaming? No, there's no way you'd be able to replicate the euphoria engulfing your entire being.

"F-fuck, Katsuki!" you whine between broken kisses, unable to keep his name from spilling out. You grip a fistful of his blonde locks in one hand while digging your nails into his back with the other, overwhelmed with the ecstasy filling your veins. You swear you hear him growl in response, muffled by the repetitive open mouth kisses.

"Say it again."

"Katsuki," you repeat, emphasizing every syllable while biting his bottom lip, earning a loud and gravely moan from Bakugo that you happily swallow in the heat of your make out. He snaps his hips into yours again to stroke every inch of himself, consumed by the sensation of your tight cunt milking him so sweetly. He breaks the kiss briefly to catch his breath, leaving him panting into your neck, thighs clenched and eyes screwed shut.

"Kats-shit...Katsuki, I—"

Before you can get another word out, Bakugo's lips are back on yours, drinking up all your little moans and whimpers. You're squirming beneath him, all of the built up pleasure ready to burst like a dam. Without moving, he somehow sinks ever so slightly deeper into you, pushing you past your breaking point. Breathless, he manages to whisper, “Let go, baby…m’right behind ya,” before slipping his tongue languidly into your mouth. Your back arches further into his body, every muscle contracting in synch as your release implodes, the inferno in your belly no longer tamable. The spasming of your walls around his dick immediately has Bakugo's orgasm rocketing out, endless ropes of cum glazing your insides and mixing with your own arousal. The two of you breathe heavily between gentle pecks, chests squished against one another over the thin layer of sweat forming between your bodies.

"Holy...shit," you giggle, pushing the dampened blonde strands away from his forehead.

He caresses your cheek, a cheesy smile plastered on his lips. "Y-yeah, holy shit."

A trickle of warmth seeps out of you, threatening to stain the fabric of the passenger seat. "I told you we'd make a mess."

Bakugo grins while pinching your cheek. "And I said I don't care. I'll clean it later."

The two of you sit in silence, savoring the afterglow in each other's arms. Why the hell did you two wait so long to kiss? Because holy shit, that may have been the best orgasm you've ever had and you barely touched each other.

"I know we did this shit backwards," he starts, pausing to kiss your forehead. "But I wanna earn ya the right way."

"You don't need to earn me," you say with a smile. "You've always had me, Kats."

He shakes his head. "No, I want to. I'm takin' you out tonight, dinner and whatever you else ya want. Movies, dancing, driving around the city until the sun comes up, anythin'. You name it, we'll do it. Wear that black dress I bought ya for your birthday."

"Okay, baby. Sounds nice."

Bakugo groans and drops his head onto your shoulder, hiding his sudden bashfulness. He playfully nibbles on your collarbone to make you squirm, knowing it's one of your sensitive spots. "Shut it or dinner will be burgers from the campus cafeteria!"

"Alright, I'll stop teasing you. Can we get dressed and go sleep in an actual bed?" you ask, patting him on the back. "We've got that stupid lecture at 9 and it's almost 1AM."

"You would still be thinkin' about that with my goddamn cum leakin' out of you. You're a freak, baby," he teases, nuzzling your nose before pulling out of you and letting the remainder of his spend drip down your ass and onto the seat. Bakugo kneels in the open space, watching all the liquid flow from your used hole. "Won't ever get sick of seein' that, though. Maybe dinner will gift me the chance of eatin' you out."

"Oh my god!" you yell, kicking his shoulder with your foot. "You don't need to have it gifted, jackass. You get boyfriend privileges now, unless you don't want them."

"Oh yeah?" he taunts, gripping your ankles and pulling you forward to the edge of the seat, setting your thighs on his shoulders. "Sit back, princess. Can't let this go to waste if that's the case."

"Katsu-ahh!" you squeal as Bakugo's tongue dips into your creamy folds, gathering the mixture of cum to present to you from between your thighs. The strings of spit and spend hanging from his lips and tongue leaves you speechless as he tilts his head back, letting it dribble down the back of his throat, crimson eyes locked on yours. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing your inner thigh as a gesture of thanks.

Holy fucking shit.

"Mm, sweeter than I dreamed you'd be. Let's get goin' and we'll shower at my place," Bakugo quips, reaching over you and into the back seat to grab his sweats. "If you're good, I'll even make ya breakfast before our lecture tomorrow."

You're on cloud nine, somewhat delirious as you grab your own clothes from the backseat, lazily throwing them on and adjusting the passenger seat back to normal. Once you're upright, you give Bakugo a nod to start the car and go back to his apartment.

Things will never be the same between the two of you, that's for sure. But you know what? It's exhilarating, and you couldn't wait to explore the unknown avenues of love with your best friend.

@slayfics @maddietries @starieq @liluvtojineteyam @jays-adventure3  @simp-plague

[emmyrosee]

I neeedd you at some point write uni au Toji proposing to reader and megumi helping out in the background somehow

NOOOO BC IMAGINE TOJI TRYING TO GET THE WORDS OUT, AND MEGUMI IS PLAYING WITH THE BUTTERFLY THATS FLYING AROUND SJDJDINEKEENE IM UNWELL- also i had to go with a western approach for proposal im sORRY-

Like, Toji has practiced this speech before. A lot. He’s trying to keep his declaration of love for you concise but meaningful, simple but sweet, but what he does know, is he wants Megumi to be the one holding the box.

Because you haven’t just accepted toji for all he is. You’ve also taken megumi as your whole world, and he never can say just how grateful he is for that.

So, he works it all out. He’s going to propose in the courtyard, and his buddies are going to help him decorate it up slightly, so your friends can take pictures of the event. He’ll have Megumi bring out the small box with the ring in it, give a short but sweet speech about how much he loves and needs you in his life, only to pop the question there.

Your friends spend the week prior to pamper you, and toji makes it a point to compliment you on your updates- the small kiss you press to his cheek in appreciation is enough to make it worth it, but he just hopes you don’t catch on to anything until the end of the week.

“Geez,” you giggle. “The girls are getting me buttered up for something,” you say one night. “Every time I ask about it, they tell me it’s self care week, but we’ve never done this thorough before.”

“You have been extra busy lately, maybe they’re just trying to take care of you,” he defends.

You open your mouth to say something, only to completely change your demeanor as megumi appears in the doorway, stuffed cow clutched to his chest and a soft “daaaaad?” falling from his lips. He’s grateful for the topic change, not wanting you to ruin your own proposal with your damn questions.

The day of the proposal, you’re kept far away from campus, last minute touch ups and errands while Toji’s friends help him set up the perfect decorations and ambiance for pictures that your friends are scheduled to take.

Everything goes to plan. Everything is perfect.

And when you finally come up to him, a knowing smile and tears in your eyes, he wastes no time in kissing your cheek, then between your brows, your nose, and-

There’s a soft giggle behind him. One from megumi. Your eyes leave Toji’s to turn to the small boy, laughing as you watch. When toji also turns to see his son, there’s a large monarch butterfly that’s fluttering around, delicate wings brushing against the small boys cheek, only to then land on it moments later. Instinctively, Megumi goes to wipe his cheek, and when the butterfly tries to land once more, tiny hands bat at it away, causing everyone watching to coo in adoration.

“Kid’s stealing my thunder,” toji chuckles, and you laugh as a tears finally fall from your eye, and his big hand comes up to swipe the drop from your cheek. “Megs, c’mere.”

“Pretty butterfly,” the small boy hums, but he does toddle over to his dad with the small box in his hand, and you let the floodgates open. You’re trying to wipe the tears from your eyes, freeing your sight from the blur, and you watch as Toji gets down on one knee, flips open the box and reveals the ring. Toji sighs, “I couldn’t afford a bigger one, but someday, I promise you, I’ll-“

“Don’t,” you say softly. “It’s perfect. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen, Toji.”

“I helped,” megumi says shyly, rocking back and forth on his feet. You laugh around your tears and gently grab his cheeks, placing a big kiss to the swell. He giggles and smiles at the affection, wrapping his arms around your neck. You scoop him up, but leave your left hand open for his father to slip the ring on, a final seal as you truly become a family.

[tojisun]

the most important dad bod simon thought is when he’s fucking you in doggy and the swell of his gut perfectly slots into the arch if your back, heat and flesh pressing into every inch of your body as he weighs down on you, thrusts brutal and hard. it’s a perfect reminder of his presence— as if the fucking wasn’t hard enough to keep that at the forefront of your mind

jamieeeee my toes are curled!! this is so yummy im actually licking my screen idk hhhnh but absolutely!! (prev)

just. the way he surrounds you – fills you up – until you’re all heady and dizzy because he’s everywhere. overwhelming in the way he pumps his desires in you, waves of euphoric bliss tingling from where you feel him pressed up against you. the ripples of his fat and his muscles mingling with every thrust, reducing you into putty until all you could do is fist the sheets in hopes it can ground you.

the way he bears down his weight on your back while his arms, thick and strong, pull you up, suspending you on his cock. you hiccup a moan, garbling out your pleas, but simon just grunts in your ear, tells you how you’re such a good girl for taking him.

the way he fucks you in full nelson. folds you over before stuffing you up, and you cry at the dizzying pleasure. you don’t know what to focus on: his cock, rhythmic as it thrusts in you, or his arms folding you so expertly, or his stomach slotted against the small of your back, or his lap and how it cushions you amidst his rough pounding?

the way you mewl when simon wraps his hands around your wrists, the startling size difference making you clench around him. he huffs out a confused moan, nuzzling his nose on the back of your shoulder, before catching on your current fixation. he groans, guttural and packed with want, his thumbs rubbing soft touches along the inside of your wrists. “pocket-sized, aren’t cha?”

and the way you know his hold will leave bruises, hand-shaped marks around your wrists, your waist, your hips. or how your skin throbs at the bite marks he left, your neck sticky with simon’s spit but you’re too far gone to think of anything else other than the bubbling elation of knowing how much he’s marked you as his.

dear gods im sweating. i need him so bad

[obsessivevoidkitten]

At the Movies

Male Alpha Yandere x Transfem Omega Reader

CW: Noncon, extortion, coercion, cum licking, panty sniffing, a/b/o dynamics, stalking, general yandere behavior, musk, pheromones, knotting

Word Count: 866

(I had a dream that this happened to me last night and decided to write it as a story. Not beta read. Sorry for errors. I don't think transfem readers are really catered to that often, so hopefully some people feel represented without feeling fetishized in this. <3)

You were an omega. You had decided to go see a movie by yourself because the theater was playing old classic horror films every night this week. This was the first time since coming out as a trans woman that you had been out in public and you were extremely nervous. You had worked very hard on your makeup and had put on a cute skirt. Though you had a lot of anxiety, you also felt more yourself than you ever had before.

It was a Monday night and still a bit early, so there was no one else viewing the same movie that you were. You picked a good spot to watch from and settled in with your popcorn and drink. After a few good minutes, you felt more and more comfortable, until halfway through the film, you heard someone come in.

You didn't pay the person any attention until they were close enough for you to catch their scent. You recognised who it belonged to immediately. Your stalker, Shaun. He was a persistent alpha who had been after you for months. A total creep who thought you were meant to belong to him.

By the time you could smell him, he was already too close for you to escape. He sat down beside you and grabbed your wrist so you couldn't get away. With his other hand, he muffled your mouth so you couldn't scream. He leaned close, and his scent made you dizzy.

"Sorry I'm late for our date. I had to pick up Mr. Sir Squiggles."

Your blood ran cold. Mr. Sir Squiggles was your beloved hamster. The implication was clear. Stop struggling, or else he'd do something to your pet.

"Don't look so horrified, baby. I'd never hurt our pet. But I have custody, so if you want to see him, you'll have to do what I want with you and move in with me."

Shaun sounded so smug. He knew he had finally won. His romantic advances had failed, so why not keep your pet hostage? You cried silently and nodded so he knew you understood what you had to do. He released you from his grip and pulled you close with his arm around you. His pheromones were suffocating, and you could smell how aroused he was.

After a while, he noticed you shaking with nervousness but misinterpreted it as you being cold.

"You look cold, here~"

"N-no I'm fine." You sputtered.

He ignored you and draped you in his sweaty jacket. It did nothing to soothe your anxiety though his musl did make your body betray you in a humiliating fashion. Your cock was hard and slick was starting to leak from your ass. He could smell it as soon as it happened.

"Well I was going to wait until we got home, but if my girl needs it now, I'd be neglectful if I said no."

The tip of his cock was already visible poking out the leg of his shorts as he reached under your skirt and rubbed your soft thighs before ripping off your panties. He brought the tattered underwear to his nose and inhaled deeply before stuffing it into his pocket for later. You had to suppress the urge to run away and just let it happen.

Shaun pulled his shorts down enough for his eager prick to bounce free. Then he hitched up your skirt and pulled you on his lap, lowering you on his length in one smooth motion.

"I fit so well~ you were made for my cock."

You whimpered but he shushed you and kissed up your neck.

"Shhh, relax. Just watch your movie and enjoy my cock."

You tried to focus on the movie, to focus on anything but this gross violation. But it was impossible with him sliding so deeply into you while claiming, biting, and kissing your sensitive neck over and over. Je began to gently stroke your weeping cock. You couldn't help but moan softly as his knot swelled and brought you to orgasm. Your insides clenched and throbbed around his dick and finally made him drain his balls into you. He took the cum you spilled into his hand and smeared it on your lips before licking it off.

Shaun held you tight in his lap while waiting for his knot to stop swelling so that the two of you could uncouple. You panted and blankly watched the film while not really watching it as your head was overloaded with all that had just transpired. Occasionally, Shaun would kiss your neck gently or rub your legs in what he thought was a soothing manner.

Every once in a while, he'd whisper praise softly into your ear.

"You're so good at taking me."

"You look so pretty in a skirt."

"You're such a good girl."

When the movie ended, and when his knot decided to dislodge itself from your rear, Shaun led you out of the theater and into his car, cum slowly dripping down your legs the entire time. You were a mess, but too numb to really pay attention or care, but that was okay. Your new alpha boyfriend would take care of you.

[jarofstyles]

Illicit 8

A/N: Hi ducklings! here is illicit 8. It's a bit shorter bc- being honest- I didn't put as much smut in this series as first intended and we needed to see more, and the next part is going to be a bit more action packed. I will definitely be doing blurbs and extras for them to fill in blanks for you guys

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WC- 2.3k

Warnings- mentions of mental illness, stalking, smut, breeding kink/ mention of cumplay

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“There you go, my sweet girl.” His raspy voice made her shudder in combination of his cock pressing into her and stretching her open. After a night with their friends, Harry had been the needy one, dragging her out and bringing them home to take her the way he wanted. She had been a tease in that dress and he had been quick to rip it off and toss her like a rag doll onto the bed. “Feel that stretch, yeah? Feels good in such a tight cunt.” His nose brushed against hers, smiling to himself at the feeling. “Always feels so fucking good.”

It was addictive. It had always been with them, since their first time, but it only grew every day. He’d never imagined he could love someone so fully, so wholly, but he did. More love than he ever gathered possible seeped out of his skin and tried to sink into her with every time he touched her. She reacted to every single kiss, every brush of his fingers. Being in tune with someone like this had shocked him- but he loved it. 

“Fuck.” Y/N’s head rolled back, neck exposed as his lips trailed down to the silky, delicate skin. It was hard to concentrate on anything when he was making her so full, his lips moving down and leaving hot kisses to the sensitive skin to make her whine. “You fill me so.. so good.” She exhaled, fingers tangled in his hair. Skin against skin always made her feel some type of way, but it was becoming glaringly obvious as months went by that any sort of sex with Harry was more meaningful and intense than anything she’d experienced in the past. 

“Little fuckin’ tease, S’what you are.” He nipped her throat, groaning slightly when he felt her hips buck at the feeling. His sweet girl liked a tiny tinge of pain that he was always happy to deliver. “Put on that dress jus’ so I could take you home and fill you up.” It was ridiculous how easily she could work him up. It was like the woman had a step by step guide on how to make his belly hot and his cock hard, but then her sweetness and giggles made his heart swell and turned him into someone insatiable. After spending a lifetime thinking the only sort of love he was going to have would be for money and power, she had side swept everything off the table and become the centerpiece in his heart. 

“Always want you to take me home and fill me.” She breathed, legs tightening around his waist. “Think- think people were taking pictures of us.” Her breathing caught as he delved his cock in deep, grinding against her as he was stuffed to the brim inside her needy pussy. It was so wet, weeping for him to keep her full, and he was a man who liked to deliver to her. Her words made him smirk. 

“Good.” His head tilted up, letting their swollen mouths brush. “I want them all to know that you’re mine, and I’m yours. No more hiding you. I refuse to keep you hidden when you’re the one I love.” He breathed, placing a kiss on her lips as he pulled out to shallowly thrust back into her. “Cause I love you so much, and you’re going t’be my wife. Gonna be the one to carry my babies and make me a father…” 

He surely felt her clench up at that, her breathing catching in her throat as he spoke like that. She couldn’t exactly explain why, but the knowledge that he wanted her forever- that he was planning on keeping her all to himself and giving her the most intimate and special gift he could? It fueled something in her. Her body got hit over the fact that she was going to be the one to give him children. Fuck Katherine, fuck her leaking their photos, Y/N was the one that was going to win. She already had. Harry was balls deep, inside her guts, telling her he loved her and wanted to marry her and give him babies. What else could she possibly want? 

“Ooohhh… look at that.” He cooed, pulling out and giving a bit of a harder thrust. “Baby likes that, hm? Like knowing M’gonna keep you forever? That you own my heart and soul…. Mm, that I’m going to…” he smirked against her lips, words pausing for a second as the pleasure of her heat wrapped around him felt a tad bit overwhelming. “M’gonna keep cumming in you, all with the hope that I knock you up?” Maybe it wasn’t exactly ethical but sometimes… The man hoped that they’d be in the 0.1% that had a pregnancy despite birth control. “Cause I think about it every single day.” The last three words were spaced with kisses. 

“You do?” She breathed, eyes lulling as she rocked herself against him as he fucked into her. It felt like she was submerged in a warm bath, full and complete with hazy vision and muddy hearing of anything other than them as he nodded. His eyes were full of promise, of a heat she hadn’t realized riled her up so much. Harry didn’t lie to her, he didn’t say shit for the fuck of it. If he was saying it- he meant it. 

“I do.” He chuckled. “I think about it every time I finish inside of you and watch my cum drip out of you. S’why I push myself back in, keep it there for a little while. Sometimes it’s why I keep going and end up making a second, third round. My body keeps telling me… my heart, they tell me to knock you up, sweetheart.” He crooned, hooking his thumb over her chin and pulling her lips open so he could lick into her mouth as he fucked into her with a little more fervor. It wasn’t just Y/N that liked this talk. He was hot under his skin. 

“Think about my ring on your finger and adding my last name to your first… I think about you swollen with my baby, having a piece in me as you walk around. Want you to be known as mine. Let them take those pictures because… it’s going to be so fucking obvious when you’re on my arm, your belly round with my baby in it. Fuck.” He let out a shaky moan before he adjusted,‘spreading her legs out further. “Every fucking day, I hope it catches. Hope that you forget… gives me a chance to fuck my load into you n’give you my baby. My pretty little future wife.” 

Y/N mewled at the words, her tummy sparking with the way he was fucking into her and the added arousal. They could hear she was getting sloppy and wet from the talk, but Harry had always been masterful at words when it came to her. He’d been able to manage to completely unravel her with whispers. She wanted it desperately. The knowledge he loved her that much, was so proud of having her and protective? It was one of the hottest things a man could do. 

“I want it.” She whispered. “I want you to marry me and- and I want your last name and ring…. Please,‘I want your babies.” Her fingers tugged him down and smeared her lips against his as she tried to kiss him the best she could- but it was hard as his thrusts were deep and rustling her on the bed. “M’yours. She-she played pretend but I want your babies. I want them all to know I’m yours, H. Please.” The slight tug on his hair made him growl. 

“M’going to baby. Gonna get you properly bred, fuck my baby into you and… and gonna make sure everyone knows your mine. Make an announcement, tell them all. I don’t care, I want everyone to know.” 

It still astounded him how possessive he managed to be over a lover. It had been a direct change to what he’d known prior. There was an overwhelming need to make sure she and everyone around them would know that he held the key to her heart- but even more so? She held the key to his. No- she held the beating organ, bloody in her hand. It belonged to her. A flip had been switched and he’d understood what all those people talked about in movies and songs, that all encompassing fuzzy feeling in his body when he thought about how much he loved her. Love, romantic love, an emotion he’d never thought he could feel before. Y/N had changed his life in more way than she’d ever know, and now he wanted to build that life into something even greater. 

“Jus’ lay there for me and let me practice putting a baby in you.” He crooned, buried to the hilt inside of her weeping hole. “Cause m’not gonna stop at one. Gonna give you as many as I can.”

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In the bliss of a messy, orgasm filled night- Y/N should be completely boneless and at ease. And to be fair, she mostly was, but that little inkling of unease that had been in her gut since Katherine had gone missing. It was hard to be comfortable knowing she had broken into their safe space not just once, but twice. At least that they’d known of. Their privacy had been invaded and despite the measures Harry took to make sure there were no future break ins, it still had her a bit on edge. 

Moving in for real had helped a lot, knowing that there was now real security in the elevators and outside the doors, even having made friends with the one that was stationed in their foyer. But it was just difficult for her not to be a bit jumpy, rechecking locks and closing curtains even when she knew there was no way someone could see in. While she didn’t think Katherine was actually going to hurt anyone originally, having everything stripped from you and nothing to lose was a dangerous thing. The worry was more so for Harry than herself. The man was not as cautious about his own safety as he was hers and it made her anxious. 

Having a confident man was nice, but she didn’t want that confidence to turn into delusion. Harry had been the catalyst to her downfall and she knew it wasn’t something a woman desperately clinging to the validation she no longer had would take too nicely. 

“It’s been too quiet.” Y/N said against Harry’s bare chest, fingers fiddling with his necklace as he played with her hair. “I’m getting nervous.”

“I don’t know where she’s hiding, but they will find her, baby.” Harry promised, turning to kiss her forehead. He needed them to. He couldn’t propose on good conscience without her behind bars. “I’ve got people looking for her.” Maybe hiring PIs was a bit much but he didn’t like the idea of not knowing where the woman was. She was unhinged enough to break into their home, who knew what else she would do. His reservations mostly followed the idea of Y/N being hurt. He had a good idea on how to take care of himself but his Y/N was a gentle soul. She wouldn’t like any sort of violent confrontation and god knew that Harry would lose his head at the mere idea of someone hurting his love. 

“I know you do.” She mumbled, burying her face into his neck and inhaling his scent. Soap from their shower the night prior, a little bit of sweat considering she was all over him at night, and cigarette. He’d had a smoke in his office before coming back to bed to wake her up. “I’m not one to call people crazy, especially women, but I don’t think she’s well mentally, H.” There was that tinge of guilt in her stomach, though she knew it wasn’t her fault. Realistically, Harry had made the decision to get with her out of the fact that it wasn’t a real relationship. It had been a means to an end and he’d never sugar coated a thing with the girl- there was no sugar coating when it came to this man. “I just hope maybe she’s checked into a mental health rehab or something. I know she relied a lot on validation and superficial things. Maybe she understands how finite those things are and she needs to look deeper?” 

Unlikely, but Y/N was an optimistic, sparkling woman who looked on the bright side. How did she ever end up with cynical, pessimistic Harry? He’d never understood but thanked the skies every day for. His bright sunshine in the cloudy recesses of his mind. 

“I hope so too, baby.” He sighed, pulling her back to lay flat on top of him, pulling the blankets over their forms to trap the body heat in. She ran cool and he made sure to keep her warm as best he could. “I wish I could say I see that as an option, but I don’t. People don’t just change that quickly.” At least, not in that way. He was being a bit hypocritical considering his world had entirely tilted on it’s axis when he met Y/N but he never claimed not to be one. “I’ve got eyes all over the city so I’ll know when she comes back in or if she crawls out of whatever hole she’s been hiding in so far. I’m going to make sure you’re safe at all times, okay?” His voice was the type of soft it only got when they were alone, the truth in it making her relax a bit more. 

“Okay, H.” Her lips brushed over the hair on his chest, pecking right over his beating heart. That was all that mattered to her.  Even in the moment of peace, the lingering unease didn’t disappear completely. The girl just couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. She just didn’t know what.

[ghosts-cant-sleep]

unrequited love with male reader having feelings for Leon but Leon has feelings for Ada

i've hoarded your name in my mouth for months

leon kennedy [re4] x male! reader warnings: yearnmaxxing, mc is awkwardly put into a pre-existing scene but its okay but the intention is for you to feel uncomfortable, i listened to a lot of kimya dawson while writing this. so. notes: anon you single handedly found every single trigger word in my brain, i owe you all my worldly belongings

fem dni

"Who was she?" His voice scratched against his throat, creating an awkward, unpleasant sound, mouth dry and weak with lack of use. At this point, [Name] was just begging to have his feelings hurt.

But he couldn't keep his focus in check. Like a thirsty hound in sweltering heat, eyeing its bowl of water, Leon sat right across from him. Their desks shoved together, wires of their respective computers entangling themselves, stuffed in the space between them.

Leon's eyes are reluctant to meet [Name]'s, his chin rising before his gaze catches up. The warmth from the desklamp and the blinding blue light from his computer meet on the planes of Leon's face like a painting. They catch in his hair, casting it in it's hues as tousled locs fall over his brow, highlight the contours of his cheeks, deepen the creases beneath his eyes while his brows pinch together. He considers the question for a moment, pen stilling mid letter. "She...?"

[Name]'s pen anxiously rolls between his fingers, palms growing clammy, making his skin feel sticky. He wanted to take the question back as soon as his eyes met Leon's. He didn't mean it, he didnt really want to know, but the question had plaqued mind for weeks now. He didn't care how badly the answer would hurt him. He just needed an answer.

"Uhm, like that woman, I mean. The, uh, the one from Spain." Dread swells in his throat. He tries to clear it with a dry cough. His hands slip beneath the table in a way he hopes is casual, palms drying themselves against his jeans.

He pretends not to remember her name, like it'd make the truth easier to bear, like the sound of her name falling of Leon's tongue hadn't been rotting in the back of his mind since.

He can't even begin to comprehend where his mind had managed to twist all of this the entire time. It made him feel sick, embarrassed to even think about. Leon was his coworker at the least and a good friend at most. How can a single man manage to be that delusional? Twisting every little meaningless moment into a sign, a glimmer of hope for whatever deluded rom-com he thought this was.

But god, he really swore sometime that he could feel it-- really feel it.

During late nights just like this, catching up on whatever boring bureaucratic paperwork their missions came with, alone in a dimly lit office, muttering to each other like every word that left their tounge was some grave secret, leaning over desks, smiling like fools, nearly nose to nose.

"Oh."

Spain wasn't a mission either regarded fondly. They never spoke on it, not to anyone, not even to each other. Grotesque bodies twisted into horrid creatures better left to the imagination had burned itself into their brains. There was a unique sort of fear it'd conjured up in the pits of his stomach. That feeling came back every so often, waking him in a cold sweat, a shriek of fear catching in his throat as he meets his empty, desolate bedroom. It was a shit show.

"I mean, you don't have to like, tell me or anything-- I'm sorry for asking, it's not my place, I was just... I don't know."

Nauseating notions of love and affection had been harbored behind [Name]'s ribs. The lines of want and need blurred indefinitely whenever his eyes settled on Leon, whether it be the lines of his back as he moved, or the small grin he tried to force back to keep up whatever dorky 'cool guy shtick' he thought people fell for.

The impulse to let his thoughts be known, to scream and shout, to hum them through through a shakey melody, to sob them out into Leon's lap, grew stronger and stronger whenever [Name] felt the heat of Leon's body against his own. Fingers brushing together in a breath of a touch, bumping against each other as they walked, crammed together into whatever impossibly inconvenient vehicle they had at their disposal; knees knocking together, shoulders squished, broad back against chest.

And he nearly did let it all out. They'd been through many near death experiences together, yet this one was the breaking point. This one was the one that scared [Name] down to his bone.

Humid air and muggy water clung thick to his skin, sweat and lake dripping down the bridge of his nose as his hands clutched at the soggy fabric of Leon's shirt. His hair was dripping wet, a few shades darker, put cold as his head fell into [Name]'s lap. Blood violently hacked out seeped into the cracks of the blond's lips.

The boat they resided in swayed and rocked despite the earrie stillness of the water. Blood floated in clouds suspended in the water, surrounding them.

He'd dragged Leon's dead weight out of the flooding boat onto the rickety wooden platforms of the boathouse. The stentch of old, rotting fish surrounded them, yet most suffocatingly, the fear of what Leon was even going through, what he'd failed to let him in on.

[Name]'s hands stayed on Leon. An innocent hand on his chest, making sure it rises and falls, a gentle touch against the thin skin of his neck, a finger hovering over his top lip, feeling the shallow breath hit his skin.

And just like that, the second Leon came to, gasping for breath as his body lurched forward, was the same second [Name]'s mind decided it wouldn't do to hoard that aching yearn that rested heavy in his chest, like it was eating him from the inside out.

"It's fine," his tone feigns indifference, waving off [Name]'s uncertain blabbering with a wave of his hand, silencing him then and there like a well trained dog. His gaze leaves [Name] and settles back on the papers, but his pen doesn't move. "She's just a merc. Met her a few years back."

[Name] hums, fingers fiddling with the folds of his jeans stretched across his lap. He nods, teeth sinking into his bottom lip so hard he almost draws blood. He was better than this. He was more mature than this. He wasn't still some lovesick school boy fixing to throw a fit. Right?

"Yeah, that makes sense." He sounds smaller now. "I dunno, I guess I just thought the two of you were close. Guess I was wrong...?"

"Hm."

Whatever 'plan' he had conceived while trudging their way through that village, letting it furthe waste away behind thick forest had died shortly thereafter. When he saw her.

In a castle acquainted midway between opulence and decay. It stood out in comparison to whatever humble community used to reside on the other side of its stone walls, one built from rudimentary inventions, or brick and wood, of community, of labor. The castles corridors were filled with death, twisting labyrinths covered in marble and gold.

There was a dread that followed him like out of time footsteps as his feet hit the cracked floors beneath him. He tried desperately to ignore it, but it hung over his head like an omen.

It was one he should've paid more attention to, one he shouldn't have pushed to the back of his attention-- focusing instead of the suits of armor that towered over him, on the distant sounds of metal squeaking against itself, on Leon.

In spite of it all, of failure risked at every turn available, of the thick smell of dust and cobwebs, of creaking floorboards, his heart sunk only whe his eyes settled on her.

"You can stop right there, Leon." The lul of her voice was cold, almost bored, but there was a playful fondness settled in her throat.

She was gorgeous. He hated it.

A red knit dress hugged the curves of her form, its ridges following down the line of her body, sleaves following through the elegant length of her arm, stopping just where her hand met her gun.

The leather of her glove squeaked as he grip tightened, the cold barrel brushing against the fabric of Leon's shirt as she stepped closer-- a warning, a tease.

"Wouldn't make me use this, would you?" The heel of her boots clicked against the hardwood. Her hair laid effortlessly perfect, brushing against the base of her neck. It looked soft, framing her face, skin dewy, and flushed. The depths of her eyes, dark and brooding, held Leon in place without even having to face her. the candles, flame flickering against her form, made her glow.

[Name] was offered no more than a glance. He stood there, frozen, foolishly more perturbed by the familiarity held in her voice than the gun she wielded. He was no threat to her. Wide-eyed, dejected puppy dog look he gave her was evidence enough.

Leon's eyes fluttered at the sound of her voice, a deep breath sucked in between his teeth, like he hadn't been able to breathe before he heard her voice-- or maybe it was her perfume in the air. The corners of his lips twitch, teasing a grin. "Well, after six years, that's a hell of a greeting, Ada."

Leon hissed out her name like he'd rather be rid of it, but it was an obvious farce. [Name] had grown to know very well the same lilt of fondness and longing that very clearly had wrapped their stubborn hands around Leon's neck. It was obvious, even in the tiniest ways.

It made him feel sick. He just stood there and watched, lips parted like he'd ever had something useful to say in the first place. He watched like an idiot while these two... Hell, he didn't even know.

It was utterly loathsome how well they fit together. When they spoke, when they moved, predicting every breath with practiced eased-- No, not even practiced, but something else, something worse, like second nature, like it was thoughtless. They just knew.

Each strike was just narrowly ducked beneath, leather squeeked beneath a calloused grip, a hand closing around her thin wrist, pulling her close, and empty threat of a blade against her neck, the same way her finger hadn't once grazed the trigger.

"Try using knives next time." Something about Leon's hand on her nearly set [Name] off right where he stood. Ot was firm but far from harsh or cruel. It was savoring, reverent, relieving to have her skin against his, even just like this.

"Not a bad move." A grin ghosts her features. Try as she might to fight it off, it settles beneath her skin, eyes crinkling, and [Name]'s sure her pulse beneagh his hand quickens the same way his always did. "Very smooth."

"So who are you working for this time?" Even Leon's own voice carries the weight of desire. Desire not like how [Name] yearned day and night, but like light tease, like flirty smiles, like foreplay.

"Oh, Leon," his name drips of her tongue like a poem, pain and reluctant covertness and heat all heard in the breath she sighed out. Her head lulls to the side, blinking in his gaze like a cat. The look they shared more than made up for what they'd lost in the six years, whatever the hell that was even supposed to mean. "You know I don't work and tell."

Everything else feels fuzzy.

At that moment, he felt as though the castle walls were crumbling in on him, burying him beneagh rubble and dust, the ground ready to fall beneath his feat and swallow him into the earth. He wished it did.

Something about that woman was easy to get suck in someone's head. Her voice, ao soft, so painfully sensual, striking down the center of his brain like ear bleeding static he wished would stop.

Even his own gaze couldn't stop from following her form out the window, her eyes meeting his in a fleeting glace of pity. Fucking pitty.

Was he really that obvious? How desperate he wanted Leon? Hell, how desperately he wanted to be her, just in that very second? Maybe, just maybe, if he were a girl just half as pretty as her, if he had her confidence, her shiny black hair, that voice, if he were here, then maybe Leon would want him back.

He feels like a child as he keeps a lump stuck down in his throat. It's almost painful. He doesn't trust himself to not speak, for his voice to stay steady, for his desperation to not make Itself known.

His jaw clenches as his teeth grind together. Neither of them deserved the senseless anger that reared it's ugly head inside his gut, but anger was easier to feel that disappointed. He braves himself a glance towards Leon.

Leon, who without a word, picks up his discarded gun off the floor, like nothing had even happened. Whose gaze first settles on the empty window, its framed panes swinging in the breeze, the [Name]'s, and there's nothing when they finally lock.

Quick as that, the realization dawns on him. All those late nights they spent together, hours stretching into the early morning were just work, all glances were just eyes aimlessly wondering in a need to cure boredom, touches, fingers brushing, shoulders knocking, all just mistakes, all fleeting moments were just that. Fleeting moments, not meant to extend past that brief second. They meant nothing.

Whatever sappy speech he'd prepared was stuffed back down his throat. He'd sooner die than hurt himself by entertaining the idea of him and Leon, so he clutched at his chest, feeling everything writhe beneath his skin, desperate, yearning, wanting. They clugged up his lungs, swollowed back like thick tar as they crept up his throat. He'd either suffer or allow them to die behind his mouth, drowning to silence himself, letting it weigh his body down further into the ground.

He couldn't help but be relieved for all the wrong sorts of reasons when that damned island finally went up in flames. It warmed the cast sea surrounding them now, at just the safe distance from the destruction.

That sluggish mess in his chest swelled and bubbled and screamed as he saw Leon. His hair caught the glow of the rising sun stretching its rays out behind the horizon , the water reflecting back in the grayish hues of his eyes, the sleep that pulled heavy at his lids, the bags beneath them, that reluctant look of relief. A tired grin played at his features, crooked teeth peaking out behind a crumpled smile.

Leon similarly peered over his shoulder, right back at [Name] and just... Looked.

[pedge-page]

Plushies : Bonus

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Plushies Series Masterlist

Lactation, Bump

Can be read as standalone

Notes: Starting to think Plushie!Joel and Belly bump/lactation!Joel are in fact, the same Joel x reader couple but at different points in their lives. Plushies takes place when they're young and dating and breeding kink happens after they've been married or at least moved in and long term committed. So here's a fic that joins the two!

Warnings: assisted masturbation, stuffed animal masturbation, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pet names, language

18+ ONLY

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You hadn't exactly planned on getting pregnant. You wanted to switch birth control plans to another dosage to help alleviate some of the hormonal side effects of your current brand. Joel did not take the news of having to practice safe sex for at LEAST 6 MONTHS too kindly.

Anyway, that was 4 days ago when you had officially switched over your pills. You now find yourself pinned in full mating press with Joel over top you, your ankles locked around his ass as he's already dumping an extra big load of his seed deep inside you after YOU had ripped the condom off his dick in a desperate haste to have him inside you 10 minutes ago.

And when you had to bare the news to Joel, oh my FUCK was he elated. He fucked you every way till the cows came home. He kept insisting the plushies stay ON the bed each time you made love so the baby (which you had to remind him was no bigger than a seed at this point) had a soft and loveable daddy that liked soft and loveable things.

Once the initial wave of morning sickness and irritability passed, you were just as much of a horndog. He'd come home and find you sitting on your giant Costco teddy bear, humping its legs while hugging it. He could see the small but new little bump in your lower tummy clearly pressed against Teddy's large cotton stuffed one. Joel made you ride so many plushies, asking you how each one felt as you gushed on them, all the while gently planting his palm at your tiny swell.

Sometimes you wondered if he was actually asking you or if he was asking the baby which one felt right.

He'd fuck you with you you on top, pushing two plushies against your tits to "practice feedings", loving the way your sensitive nipples rubbed against the beaded noses. Or planting you on your back with a soft flat plush under your back so you were comfortable as you spread your legs wide and welcomed his fat cock into you again.

Joel would find excuses to massage you as often as possible, making you sit in his lap, back pressed to his chest as he rubbed your shoulders, your aching and swollen tits, and of course your little pulsing pussy, who was just dripping of her own accord whenever. It'd be the perfect opportunity for him to peer over your shoulder and rub a stuffed animal between your legs, loving how each week, he could see less and less of the plush and his hand, slowly becoming obscured by the growing baby on the way.

Joel's naughty appraisal was off the roof. Only difference was now babygirl, kitten, whore, slut, were replaced with baby momma, little momma, momma hen, or just straight up Mommy (THAT one surprised you the most).

And oh HELL did he eat up his Daddy appraisal, constantly reminding you "fuck yeah, Daddy fucked ya up so good, put a baby in ya" or "Papi's gonna keep you round all fuckin year, pump ya full of baby batter" with "Love breedin ya, gonna make me the happiest fucker in the world" and "Daddy's gonna give you a whole fuckin kintergarden".

At night, when he thought you were asleep, he'd brush your hair lovingly, hand caressing your naked round belly, surrounding you in plushies and whispering to the baby, asking which one they like best, gauging based on how much the little feet kicked up inside you to feel the stuffed animal through your skin. He'd kiss your tummy, and barely above a whisper, tell his baby how excited he is to meet them soon.

Least to say, as unexpected as it was, Joel was thrilled to be a dad.

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"No peeking."

"Joel I can't even see, please move your hands, I can just close my own eyes."

"No no, I got you OH NOT RIGHT THERE ok right—ok perfect. Aaaaaand—" he removes his palm from your eyes.

Your eyelids flutter open, adjusting to the bright light. Joel had just finished building the baby room, complete with custom shaved and engraved wooden crib he spent all week making.

You instinctually caress your growing belly, smiling in awe. "Oh Joel, it's so—" your eyes scan the room, lost for words at his beautiful work.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your middle securely over yours. "Ya like it?"

You loved it. Soft and sweet, touches of little details in the woodwork, spoiled with bunnies and floppy ears, a smoothly sanded rocking chair in the corner, cloud brushed skys painted on the walls. You glaze over the crib before something catches your eye, doubling back. You seeing the contents inside more clearly, a cotton pink blanket, some onesies, and--

Your infamous Kitty plushie.

You smile drops as you rush and bend over haphazardly with your swollen belly in the way, snatching the plush out of the crib like it was diseased. You hold your arm out and stick it right in front of his face. "Joel what the FUCK is THIS doing in here??"

"What? It's your kitty! For the baby!"

"Not THIS kitty! This one's— its— filthy!"

"I washed it. Like in the actual machine. Not the tub. It's clean."

"She will never be clean of her sins, Joel Miller."

"Oh now its a she?"

"Burn. This." You growled, the animal helplessly jiggling with each word.

"Being so harsh to Kitty, she don't deserve that," he said, taking it from your hands and cradling it gently, kissing its squishy head.

"Burn it or I'm buying that pregnancy pillow and kicking you on the couch where you can share with Kitty for the rest of the year."

"I'll go get the wood for that fire."

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Stuffed Heart 🧸

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N: How's your year going so far?? I'm so sorry for just disappearing for two weeks 😭 I was so goddamn tired, and I just didn't have the energy to write. I'll be working on your requests immediately, I promise!! To get back in and as a little apology, have this 🩷

~ Fi 🐝

《Warnings》: fluffy omfg, this might be completely ooc for Leon, but it's cute, so it gets a pass.

《Word count》: 1.2k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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"Promise you won't laugh at me?"

"Baby, why would I ever laugh at you?"

You chewed on your lip, your brows pulled together while your hands were behind your back. Today was the first night you'd spent in your new shared apartment together.

You were beyond excited, but you were embarrassed of your sleeping habits, having them be deemed childish by many other people. And the last thing you wanted Leon to see you as was childish.

Sure, you'd spent nights together; most of them at his place. And when you did spend them at yours, you always made sure to stuff your embarrassing secret into the farthest depths of your closet.

You loved Leon more than anything, and the fact that you were thinking he would look at you weird or even laugh at you made the guilt in your stomach bubble up. He was the kindest person you knew, and he was your boyfriend. He wouldn't think of you differently. Right?

"Because it's embarrassing..." you mumbled, your head hanging low.

Leon raised a brow at you. He was seated on the edge of your bed, already dressed in his sleep attire, as were you.

"Sweetheart, whatever you're hiding behind your sweet little self, I can assure you, is not embarrassing. We're in a relationship, being embarrassed around each other is off the table." He chuckled, making a faint smile tug at your lips.

"C'mere." Leon spread his thighs a little and beckoned you to slot between them with a motion of his hands.

Sighing softly, you shuffled over and stood between his legs, your bottom lip joting out in a small pout. His strong arms snaked around your hips.

"I love you, alright? There's nothing you can pull out from behind your back that would make me love you any less. I promise you." Leon said, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

"And I don't want to rush you, but I'm dog tired and I just want you in my arms."

He did look tired. There were subtle bags under his eyes, and he had been yawning from to time. His eyes were half lidded, and he had that hazy, goofy grin on his face that you loved so much.

You felt bad for keeping him up, knowing how hard and gruesome his work was. You caved with a sigh.

"Okay..." you started to move your arms from behind your back, a still unsure expression on your face. Your hands settled in front of your stomach, a soft animal plushie in each hand.

Leon's heart swelled when he saw the faint blush on your cheeks and your little soft friends in your grasp. In your right was a light brown bear with a little striped heart on its chest, and in your left was a white bunny with floppy ears and a pink nose.

His smile grew as he inspected the plushies. You were absolutely adorable in his mind, and this had just solidified that fact in his heart as well. God, you were so precious.

You were embarrassed because you owned and presumably wanted to sleep with your beloved stuffies? He swore he felt his heart grow in size as you took over even more of it.

"This... This is what you were embarrassed about?" He asked gently, a sweet grin on his face.

"I mean... yeah. I know it's childish and maybe even weird but-" Leon interrupted you with his thumb over your lips as he cupped your cheek.

"S'not childish or weird. I think it's really cute, actually."

"You do?" You asked in slight disbelief, your shoulders dropping.

"I do. Now, are you gonna introduce me to your friends?" He smiled, rubbing circles into the back of your thighs. An inevitable smile broke out on your face as you held your pluhsies a little higher so they were at eye level with Leon.

"This," you lifted the fluffy bear just a little,"is Honey. And this is Rosie." You said softly, the soft ears of the bunny moving with your movement.

"Nice to meet you, ladies." he said politely, taking their small paws and shaking them. He had to take them between two fingers as his hand could engulf them whole.

"I hope you took good care of my girl, yeah?" You had to stop yourself from squealing and giggling. This was the most adorable interaction you'd ever witnessed and it was between your stuffed animals and your boyfriend.

"Can they stay?" You questioned timidly, still insecure about your plushies despite the obvious positive response from Leon.

"Bold of you to assume they're allowed to leave." He grinned with a mischievous glint in his eyes, swiftly pulling you on top of him, successfully trapping both Honey and Rosie between the two of you. You giggled when you fell onto his chest, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed.

"Oh wow, they're really snuggly." His words were muffled, his face nuzzling against the soft tops of their heads that were peaking out from underneath you.

Before you could respond and tell him that you take very good care of them because they mean a lot to you, he whispered another phrase, so quiet you could've missed it.

"They smell like you, I love them." It made your heart melt. It was a sleepy ramble, a dazed confession as his eyes started to fall shut.

"M'sorry for keeping you up, Baby." You whispered, brushing some of his stray blonde strands out of his face. Leon mumbled something that resembled a simple 'S'okay', tightening his arms around your middle. He did eventually maneuver your little cuddle pile further onto the bed until his head finally hit his soft pillow.

He'd refused to let go of you, making the moving of the cuddle pile a little inconvenient as he shimmied his body up the bed with drowsy grunts while you rocked from side to side, little giggles escaping you.

"I could've just gotten off, you know." You grinned sleepily, gazing up at Leon who was basically out cold at this point, though he made no effort to ever loosen his arms around you.

"S'much better like this. 'nd I'm a strong boy." He sighed, all the tension and stress that sat rooted deep within his muscles fading away.

You couldn't help but smile when he attempted a vague flexing motion only for his heavy arm to fall back onto your waist.

"The strongest boy. My strong boy." You nuzzled your face into his chest, your stuffed bear hugged close to your heart while Rosie was pressed up against Leon's cheek, squishing it in the cutest way possible.

He smiled when he heard you call him 'your strong boy'. He knew that he would never have nightmares when he was with you, your comfort and affection shielding him from all the evil his mind conjured up.

And now, with a snuggly bunny plush pressed against his face, the fluffy bear on his chest and you, his perfect girl, in his arms he was content as ever.

So, with a smile on both your faces and a fulfilled heart, you drifted off into the soft pink and purple swirls that were your dreamland.

With mumbled 'good night's and 'I love you's, you couldn't wait to wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.

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Hope you enjoyed <3

[bimbo-baggins17]

By The Light Of The Moon: Anakin Skywalker

CW: Smut!! Poor knowledge on omegaverse lore, knotting, monster fucking, cum, non-con/dub con

AN: Happy Halloween!! This has been on my mind for a hot minute so I thought I’d cave and finally write it for Halloween at least. I hope you all enjoy it!! <3

Dividers by @samspenandsword, @kodaswrld, @saradika, and @thecutestgrotto

Anakin’s keen sense of hearing immediately picks up on the footsteps getting closer. His nose twitches when a breeze moves through the trees, catching your scent. His yellowed eyes narrow, turning his head in your direction while he curls a lip.

A human? One that’s foolish enough to step foot in these woods? You were stupid it seemed. Everyone in this town knew this forest was off limits, that this was “sacred ground”. No specifics were ever said aloud, it was an unspoken rule agreed upon.

As you step closer, the beam of your flashlight grows brighter. Dead leaves crunch under your feet with each step. You’d heard the rumors but believed them to be just that. Just local legends with no truth. But you were still curious, deciding to conduct your own research online before deciding to set out on your own. See if you can spot any of these “werewolves” that supposedly inhabited these woods.

You were getting too close to him and he didn’t like it and you didn’t even know either. Anakin lets out a low growl in warning.

Immediately, you come to a halt. He’s relieved. Maybe you wouldn’t push further. Maybe you were smarter than he gave you credit for.

“Hello? Is someone there?” You probably shouldn’t have called out like that. That was dumb. If it was a werewolf like you were looking for, would it really be able to speak to you.

‘Stupid human.’ The voice in his head says. He can’t believe it when you continue to walk closer, shining your flashlight in the treeline. He ducks further behind a tree, growling once again but louder this time.

“I-..I’m not gonna hurt you!”

He wants to snarl at that. Even if you intended to hurt him, you wouldn’t be able to. He’d over power you easily. But the closer you get, the more intoxicating your scent becomes to him.

With another, bigger gust of wind, he can smell you’re fertile. His instincts were instantly taking control.

Another twig snaps and you’re right there in front of him practically. The last bit of restraint he has is gone in an instant. He steps out of the tree line and into the direct beam of your flashlight.

Your eyes widen as they slowly move up his large, fur covered frame. “Holy shit.”

His ears pick up on the way your voice trembles, along with your body.

You take a step back from him but he steps forward with you. It was like a predator stalking its prey, his yellow eyes locked onto you. His lips curl up with a low growl.

You shouldn’t have ventured here, that much was clear. “I-..I’ll just be going..I’m sorry..”

Oh no. He couldn’t let that happen, not when he could smell how fertile you were. He desperately needed someone to carry his pups and it just so happened to be you. Much to your own dismay and lack of knowledge of what was going to happen. Anakin could feel his cock swelling at the thought of you stuffed full of his seed.

He lets out another snarl of disapproval as you try to slowly retreat back from him.

Before he can stop you, he watches as you dart off back in the direction you came from. The chase only fueled his desire. He howls before he takes off after you on all fours. It was almost cute how you thought you could get away from him. Laughable really.

He catches up in no time, springing forward and tackling you to the ground. You can taste the familiar metallic giving away that your lip was split.

You try to push yourself up but a large clawed hand grips the back of your head and forces you down into the forest floor, keeping your face pressed into the fallen leaves and twigs.

Your eyes well with tears as you try to kick him away, anything but it was hopeless. With your position and size difference it proved useless.

“No-..no don’t..please.” You whine.

A low rumble sounds deep within his chest as your clothes are carelessly torn off. A slight breeze moves through the trees and makes your smell that much stronger as it’s blown in your direction. He sniffs the air, licking his chops. His. You were his. It repeats in his head as he mounts your quivering form.

His throbbing cock pokes at your entrance before he’s easing his thick shaft into your unwilling hole. He lets out a whine at the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing his member so tightly. The way you tried to fight only made it grip him tighter.

‘Suitable mate. Must carry my pups.’ The voice in his head says as he continues to thrust into you, rearranging your guts with his canine cock. His heavy sack slapping your skin with each movement, his release getting closer which is obvious in the way the gland at the base of his dick continues to swell. He can hear how you whine and still try to protest but it didn’t matter. You were his now.

With another harsh thrust, he forces the swollen knot into your tight hole, keeping himself locked deep inside your cunt. You cry out at intense sting of your body struggling to accommodate the size.

His cock pulses as he spurts load after load of his potent cum into your womb. The tip poking right at your cervix. You squirm in discomfort.

His tongue hangs out of his mouth, lulling to the side as he pants heavily with his release. He starts to pull out of you, the still there knot not slipping easily from your abused hole. You grunt when it pops out, feeling his hot semen spill out.

Your body is left shaking, you want to cover up but your clothes were torn to shreds. ‘The worst of it is over,’ you tell yourself. He was done though he still loomed over you.

His keen sense of hearing hears the way you sniffle. He lets out a small whine. ‘Must bring home.’ With zero effort he hoists you up, tossing you over his shoulder and starting back towards his “home”.

Your eyes widen at the realization this wasn’t over for you. “No, no please. Please just let me go.”

Anakin grunts in response. There was no way he’d ever let you leave his site. His perfect mate you’d be.

[uchihaharlot]

im in LITTERAL obito hell. Can i please get hcs for obito w total sub fem s/o. God, i really need therapy bc how much i need a man like him 😭

Nonny,

We all are in Obito hell, especially when he's balls deep slapping your ass to the rhythm of your moaning.

Obito is a weird mix of a sub/dom himself, he’s going to need to be shown the ropes, idk why but he's aggressive in a tender way. 🙈🙊😇

NSFW; both y'all getting fucked stupid; there is no way around it; Obito likes to be owned too; (lightly edited because its late asf.)

It’s kinda cute actually. 🥹 His s/o is such a patient woman!! Has no issues with forcing his aggression on her. But HOLY, once Obito is in charge.

Babygirl, you're fucked. In every sense of the word. He's not super fond of tying you up because he really likes when your nails dig into his skin. Obito, bless his little Uchiha heart, can't really feel much on his right side due to nerve damage. So you can freely bite and claw your way up his arm and throat. For the love of god, leave those delectable red marks in the shape of your lips. Hickey's are his love language, and Obito won't hesitate to consensually leave you a handprinted necklace. A testament to how a bit you both are unruly and unhinged in the heated throes of sex.

He's so shy, but easily warms up to it. Especially when you look that gorgeous stuffed with his cock in your mouth. He loves loves loves when you hum from the base of his shaft and up to his tip, sucking there just a little harder than the rest of him. Please press a kiss there too every so often, the tender aspect of it makes him whine. You sucking him as the slut he's always needed just drives him bonkers, and may make him cum fast. And that's usually embarrassing for some men, but when you both are really in the mood for one another...this is just the starting line. You haven't even been stretched around him properly.

His absolute favorite thing is overstimulation. For both of you, he particularly enjoys cock warming in your mouth until he's hard and ready again. It goes without saying, but most Uchiha have a really quick refresh rate (breeding kink checking in). And, this is just my two cents, I love all the Uchiha men, but Obito is built like a damn semi truck, ok? Cock, balls and fuck if I don't love good thighs on a man. Powerful enough to just keep going and going and going... So have your fun now, because you're getting railed faster than the 'midnight train to anywhere.' Your pussy will be crying and raw by the end of the next two hours.

Obito might not even go soft if he's sucked deep enough in your throat. The muscles in the back milk him so damn good. Of course Obito's ideal woman swallows his cum whole, but he understands if you didn't like it coming out your nose like last time. Regardless, once he's been worked good enough, you better grip the sheets and expect to be flipped on your stomach. I truly believe that Obito's favorite position is face down, ass up. He loves to see you shudder and writhe, how each thrust ricochets through your lithe frame.

It gives him the most intimate view of his beautiful cock filling you too, seeing how deliciously you swell around his girth that first thrust in. You being a whimpering mess is an added bonus, even if you try to be quiet, you're not. Not really. Probably don't even remember half the shit you moan out when he's busy fucking you this way.

'Gods Obi...just like that..' or 'Please, I need to cum.' He really enjoys edging you, and then once he does allow you to cum, fucks you into oblivion until you can't stand it anymore.

His large palm pressing your face into the mattress as you stare up at him with glazed eyes, his other hand gripping your ass. He's not thrusting himself into you, he's thrusting you over his cock. The perfect little sleeve, and you glide so easy over him. In and out, the delicate tap tap tap of his cock head against your sensitive cervix just is so good, you cum so fast within the few minutes of being conquered this way. He doesn't mean it if it hits too hard, his cock is just that divine and long. Several orgasms leave you drenching his shaft, but Obito is far from cumming fast this time.

Expect to be thrown into every position known to mankind, and ending with every Uchiha males favorite. The mating press. Oh it's so so so hot, looking into those dark onyx eyes this way. He's incredibly one of the best Uchiha to watch when they cum. His eyes gleam with the impending orgasm that makes his cock twitchy and thicker. Hand at your throat, squeezing every time he feels the dull throb of your pussy sucking his cock in more and more. Each gentle swell of your overused walls reverberates up and down his aching need.

'That's right babygirl, you love to cum all over me.' and all you can do it moan more, words are beside your minds ability to function other than thinking about how full you are.

I know this is supposed to be a dominate situation for you guys, but Obito can't help but be a tender dom. Asking you if you're gonna cum all over his cock again, begging you to cum with him. You both are babbling little fucked out idiots here. And the moment that throb in the depths of your cunt shoots through you, making the both of you pant over each other's mouths. His hand tightens around your throat the second you moan his name for the hundredth time tonight, that undeniable sound of gratification and satisfaction as you cum hard all over his cock. Shaking, twitching and incapable of breathing due to his grip. Adding another layer of your juices to his balls and thighs, the bed is a damn lake from the two of you and it probably is reaching up your back now.

A final groan in your neck as you feel your orgasm coaxing his to fruition. Obito is a softie when he finally cums, it's just so hot to him when you want him to use you this way. Its the best offering for a man who was deprived of basic human touch. Being milked for all that he is worth in the most beautiful manner. SO much better than all those solo years as a 'handy man.' His cum, like most Uchiha, is thick and warm. Coats your insides and each subsequent thrust thereafter your mutual climaxes causes some of it to seep out around your raw opening.

The time you two take to come down and actually gather your senses is euphoric. Obito traces your skin, and rubs your aching thigh muscles when he finally sits up.

All in all, he's down to please you however. Maybe next time he'll wear that mask you always ask about...

[ollypopwrites]

if you're still taking requests, can you write a fic where Gale has a cold and the others have to take care of him and cook instead 🥺

Anon I've been working on this for so long! My actual partner got very sick and then we had a move and then a weekend wedding getaway -- it's been hectic. But I've got about 3k words of Gale being doted on for you.

A Wizard in Need

Pairings: Mostly gen but also Bloodweave

Rating: M (language mostly)

CW: chronic illness, common colds, self-worth issues, slight body-horror imagery.

Read on Ao3

His whole body shook with the sudden heat, limbs beginning to jerk and shift, and hot liquid pouring out of his mouth, his nose, his eyes — damn, even his ears. Their time has run out, he realized, as his insides churned and changed, the pain unbearable as his bones broke beneath the skin. Soon he would be no more than another thrall, moving to the whims of some Elder Brain and without his own to think for himself. 

But the hunger of the orb swelled beyond anything else he could comprehend. The transformation could not even offer a reprieve. His last dreadful act as his own person is the orbs' imminent final stand – a deafening roar numbed his body to the pain and everything went white. 

Gale shot up suddenly in his bedroll, a strangled cry becoming a hacking cough, as he gasped for breath. His camp clothes were soaked with sweat, he felt them sticking  to his too warm body.  His hands felt at his face, the familiar scratch of his beard, his nose and lips were all present — no tentacles. Gale shuddered in relief, catching his breath. 

But Gods, he still felt terrible. Feverish, his mind in a haze and his head feeling as if it were stuffed full of cotton. 

There was a rustle at the flap of his tent and he saw the slight glow of red eyes. The rest of Astarion’s face was  backlit by the fire outside, hiding most of it in shadow. Gale felt too unsteady to be sure but he thought the perfect lines of his companion’s face were creased in concern before he schooled them back to his usual half-lidded stare. 

“Thought the tadpole might have finally had its way,” he said quietly. 

“For a moment there, I did as well,” Gale breathed a sigh. 

“It’s the orb, isn’t it?”

Gale rubbed at his chest. It ached, surely, as it always did. But the hunger clawing beneath his skin was more of a background feeling rather than whatever this was. 

“No, not this time,” he replied. “It’s-“  he sneezed abruptly, several times in a row, and afterward his entire head throbbed.

“Oh, darling,” Astarion seemed half-amused. “I believe you have a  common cold.”

“That’s — “ 

Preposterous, and above all else annoying. They had tadpoles in their heads threatening to change them every day, a cult on their heels, he had an orb of netherese magic stuffed in his chest and now he had a trifling bug which made him feel like his entire head was about to burst. 

“Inconvenient.” Gale finished lamely. 

“Will you survive?” Astarion asked sarcastically. 

Too ill to even pretend to be jovial, Gale rolled his eyes and started getting out of his bedroll. “I just need some tea and a quick wash up.” 

When he tried to stand, however, the world began to spin. With a quickness that did nothing to help his dizziness, Astarion leapt forward into the tent, keeping him from falling sideways. He helped Gale down, seemed to hesitate with his hand out and then pressed it on the wizard’s sweaty forehead. His hand was shockingly and soothingly cool. Gale couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling. 

“You’re scorching.” Astarion noted. 

“I question the validity of your knowledge on the matter,” Gale sniffled. “You’re freezing.”

“Vampire,” Astarion gestured to himself as if he had forgotten. “But I know a flush when I see one, and yours is decidedly not one of debauchery.”

There was a clever remark somewhere he could retort with, just on the edge of flirting, but all Gale could think of was crawling back to his bedroll. He grabbed his waterskin, taking heavy pulls to soothe the scratching in his throat. After which he found no energy to do much else.

“Rest,” he muttered. “I need rest.” 

Astarion said nothing as Gale flopped back into his bedroll. He should tell him to bugger off, Astarion was on watch after all, but he didn’t send him away. The vampire sat still, unnaturally so as he always did, before grabbing his waterskin and walking out of the tent. 

Gale shifted between consciousness, exhaustion taking over but a fit of coughing or sneezing kept him from fully submitting. He felt more than heard Astarion come back, placing his waterskin by his hand again and a cool wet cloth pressed against his forehead. It could have been the fever and the ever changing state of his wakefulness but Gale was certain Astarion kept taking the cloth and cooling it between his hands before placing it back on his forehead. 

As if he had shifted through time itself, Gale woke up what felt like moments later. Except there were birds singing outside his tent rather than the tune of crickets. Sunlight didn’t quite pierce the cloth of his tent but it lit it up from the outside, and he could hear everyone moving around camp. 

He still felt dreadful. Blindly reaching for his water he found it full, and drank as much as he could before slumping back. For a while he tried to use his considerable willpower to sit up, get dressed and greet the next day of horrors which awaited them. But he simply did not want to. 

Just as he was about to force himself up, just outside his tent he heard, “Gale? Are you awake?” From Shadowheart. 

“Yes,” he croaked. 

“May I come in?”

“Yes.” 

There was the slightest frown as she peered in first. “Astarion says you have the plague.”

Gale didn’t even have the energy to roll his eyes. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Just a fever,” he tried to assure her. “A bit of rest and it’ll pass, I’m sure.

“Sk’va it’s the transformation,” Lae’zel hissed just outside. “We should give the wizard an honorable death before it takes hold.”

Gale wanted to remind her that an honorable death would mean a decidedly unhonorable explosion which would wipe out their entire camp and beyond, but Wyll spoke up before he could.

“It’s a cold, Lae’zel,” Wyll said. “Nothing some hearty broth and rest can’t fix.”

Everyone seemed to be standing just outside of his tent. Out of view but definitely not out of hearing range. 

“If he is cold we have extra blankets,” Lae’zel said firmly. “Why do we waste our time with broth?”

“No,” Karlach said, “a cold, mate. A bug.”

“Then smash the bug.” 

“It’s not a real bug,” Wyll explained. “It’s a turn of phrase. Gale’s ill, with a common and mostly harmless sickness.”

“Tch’k.”

Sometimes Gale wondered if Lae’zel’s ignorance to Faerunian turns of phrase was merely a bit she was fully committed to. He couldn’t help but breathe out a small laugh but that triggered a coughing fit that stole his breath and shredded his throat.

Shadowheart gently pushed him down with a hand on his shoulder. “I’m more a battle healer, less a medicine woman,” she frowned. “Are you hungry? Wyll’s starting a bone broth but we have porridge.”

“Porridge sounds lovely,” Gale attempted a smile. 

“I’m on it!” Karlach yelled and he heard the heavy stomps of her boots trail off. 

“Halsin went to find some herbs for a tea he thinks may help,” Shadowheart told him. 

That was rather kind of Halsin to go out of his way. Gale thought for a moment he should try to make an attempt to tough it out. They did have very important things to do, after all. But as he woke with the ever present pain of the orb on top of feeling so dreadfully, he was not sure he could stand on his own two feet for long. Typical. Washed up, burdensome old man that he was: he would be the one to get ill on the road. He wasted valuable magical items, was  a constant threat of blowing them off the face of Faerûn and was now too sickly to move. 

He offered what he hoped was a convincing smile. “When Halsin returns, have him leave the herbs with the supplies, I’ll fetch myself a cup later.”

Shadowheart raised an eyebrow. “If you’re sure.”

“Quite sure.” 

“Astarion filled your waterskin, drink it,” she said blandly, then disappeared from the tent. 

“We’ll leave you to rest,” Wyll said through the cloth. “Shout if you need anything.”

It was quiet for a bit, the unintelligible murmur of everyone about camp and the birdsong outside would have been comforting if he didn’t feel so dreadful. He closed his eyes, and focused on his breath, trying to ignore the fact that his nose was too stopped. Heavy thumping footsteps and a flood of warmth in the tent alerted him to Karlach before she even said anything. 

“Delivery!” She boomed. “I warmed it up for you. One benefit of being a walking inferno.” She clanked on the metal in her chest. 

“Thank you, Karlach,” he said. 

“Of course, bomb buddies gotta stick together,” she gave a toothy grin. 

“Karlach let him rest,” Shadowheart called. 

“Oops, sorry,” she smiled sheepishly. “Shout if you need anything, yeah?”

Gale nodded. Bomb buddies. He wished he had her exuberance in the face of certain death. After she was gone, he willed himself to eat and had a mind to try and get up to wash his plate, but politeness would have to wait in the face of the dizziness he felt. He drank down some of the water and laid back, trying to breathe again. His chest ached. His fingers rubbed around the mark of the orb, not doing much to aid in the pain but now a habit more than anything. 

It was quiet, almost peaceful. Until suddenly his body wrought out a coughing fit so powerful he thought he may vomit. Suddenly the orb throbbed, his entire body seemed to vibrate and then — he woke up again. Still coughing. A cold, firm hand pulled him to sit, shocking him slightly at the unannounced presence. 

“Easy,” Astarion said simply. “Breathe.”

Gale closed his eyes, catching his breath. He still felt horrible. Astarion placed his waterskin in his hand, helping him lift it to his lips and drink some down. It was a heavenly sensation, the cool liquid soothing his throat and slaking the dry raw feeling from the cough. 

The day had changed into evening, not quite late enough to engulf his tent in darkness but enough that his gaze had to adjust to the low light. 

“Halsin made tea,” Astarion commented. “I’ll have Karlach warm it up for you. Wyll’s broth for you should be done soon, took me ages to find something big enough to boil down.”

Gale shook his head. “We need to make for the mountain pass,” he said, his voice sounding foreign to his own self. Raspy and nasal. “You all should have sent a scouting party, not wasted time playing nurse.”

“Now is that any way to thank us?” Astarion simpered dramatically. “Lae’zel and Karlach found a path to the crèche, once you're done lazing about we will all head there to see if her little device works. When it inevitably fails, we will head to the Underdark at Halsin’s behest.” He tilted his head, not unlike a curious cat, Gale noted. “We can’t do that without our resident wizard, now can we? Who else will I bother on the road?”

“There’s plenty of people to bother in camp, if you must.”

“They’re not as fun as you.”

Gale was grateful for the fever. It could easily be the reason he suddenly felt his cheeks heat up if Astarion noticed. Without saying anything, Astarion held out the water again. Gale peered past him as he took a drink to a mirror he had in the corner of the camp. It was strange to see Astarion in front of him and not in the reflection. If Gale didn’t know better he’d think him a hallucination, a result of the illness that made Gale’s own reflection have the sunken in look he saw. 

“You should clear off,” Gale muttered. “The last thing we need is for illness to spread through the camp.”

“I haven’t been ill in nearly 200 years, Gale.” Astarion waved him off. “But if you want me to leave, I won’t stay where I’m not wanted.”

Gale didn’t want him to leave, but he was on his way out anyway. Not much later he returned with a piping hot cup of tea. It was not a pleasurable mixture, slightly sour and earthy, the only reprieve from the flavor was the sweetness of honey in the aftertaste. He was not going to doubt Halsin’s knowledge, nor did he want to appear ungrateful. 

Astarion never left. Halsin came in, broad body taking up so much room in his tent he couldn’t even see Astarion behind him. He offered him more tea, some kind words and another cold cloth before leaving. Thankfully Astarion didn’t seem to want to chat, he simply thumbed through a book and lounged on some pillows. Every so often he would cool the wet cloth for Gale, or run to fetch some more water.

Wyll came in with broth and some bread. Gale found it in himself to sit up long enough to eat and let the others check in on him. The Blade of the Frontiers made quite a decent bone broth; he’d said the cook at the Ravenguard estate had taught him the recipe after many days spent sick in his youth. Lae’zel had grabbed his face and inspected it, as if looking for some errant tentacle that had escaped everyone’s notice. She gave one of her low growling hums out and told him he needed to rest, as if he had been trying to sprint the length of the lake the entire day. The healers had offered teas and potions to help him sleep.

Karlach had shyly offered her beloved bear Clive to sit with him since she couldn’t without burning his tent down. It was sweet, and childlike of her to do so, but he appreciated it more than he would have imagined. It seemed no one had realized just how much he was weighing them down. Perhaps they just didn’t want to mention it.

His chest ached. 

“Do you need a magic item?”

“What?”

“You’re rubbing the mark.” 

Gale immediately stopped, having started the pointless effort to soothe the pain without thinking. “No, I’m alright.”

“Don’t be stoic,” Astsrion said. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“What does suit me, in your esteemed opinion, Astsrion?” Gale couldn’t keep the slight lilt of sarcasm out of his tone despite himself. 

“An unfevered flush, I’d imagine,” Astsrion replied immediately. “Does it hurt terribly?”

“It always does,” Gale replied, his raspy voice tired and defeated.

“Drink your tea,” Astarion simply said. “Halsin says it’ll help you sleep. Probably tastes like dirt, though. I don’t envy you.”

Gale took a sip, shuddering at the flavor. “It is…earthy,” he conceded. “But the effort is appreciated.”

Astarion’s lips twitched into a smile. 

“Astarion,” Gale began cautiously, “why are you still here?”

Astarion looked at him for a long moment, eyes rounding out as he seemed to think. “Someone has to make sure you’re still breathing.”

“It’s a cold,” Gale said, “I’m not at risk of falling over dead just yet.”

“With those grey hairs you can't be too sure.”

“Oh,” Gale breathed out a soft laugh, “you certainly know how to keep me humble, don’t you? And while I’m ill? Your bedside manner could use some practice.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m here, isn’t it?” Astarion smirked. 

“Happy to assist,” Gale replied. “Word of advice, don’t mention dying to your ailing patient, it doesn’t inspire much comfort.”

It was quiet for a bit as Gale drank the tea down as quickly as he could. It was not a pleasant taste, and he wanted to be done with it as soon as possible. He gently stretched after setting the cup aside, his back stiff from laying all day and shoulders wound up from tensing them in his sleep. Gods, he wanted to bathe and sleep but he felt the energy draining from him. Halsin’s concoction was working quickly to lure him into a gentle sleep. 

“Say what you will about the flavor,” Gale yawned, blinking blearily. “Halsin’s skills as an apothecary are quite impressive.”

“I’ll pass your compliments along.”

“Without embezzling, if you please.”

Another quiet moment as Gale laid back, ready to let sleep wash over him. He was used to Astarion’s presence now, not sure what the real point of it was, but it kept the worst of the anxious thoughts at bay. And it was a comfort, Gale tried not to linger too long on that, but it was nice to have him there. 

“Everyone offered to care for you, you know,” Astarion said without preamble. “No one complained. Except me, of course, but I’d rather bring mine directly.”

Gale frowned at the ceiling of his tent, unsure what brought that comment on.

“Burdensome is debatable, darling, I’m hardly one to cast judgment about dietary needs,” Astarion tried to hide behind a casual tone, “but washed up is a bit harsh,”

“The tadpoles.” Gale winced in realization.

“Little blighters,” Astarion agreed. “We’re in this together, Gale. Whether we like it or not. We’d all take the bleeding heart kindness you’d offer any of us without blinking,” he tilted his head a bit, “it’s only right that you accept ours.”

That seemed like flawed logic; Gale was, with few exceptions, the most volatile besides Karlach. Even having him with them was expensive and dangerous. But his thoughts could not linger too long on it, as Halsin’s tea had his mind slipping towards blissful rest. The last thing he felt was the gentle coolness of a hand on his forehead, and the soft whisper of Astarion’s voice. 

“Sleep tight, darling. We’ve got you.”

Thank you for reading!

[chorizoa]

entrail of faith — könig x reader

i have not properly written a fic or a snippet in so long, and I am physically aching to do so :3 plus, been obsessed with this man for like 3 months straight and it is NOT letting up— so, let me be indulgent, and nasty, and vile, and awesome while I cook up literary genius. (pls do not read my stuff if ur a minor ily mwah)

i hope u like :3 (cuz if u do I'm writing more)

cw: mentions of sex, force, and kidnapping, reader is mostly oblivious, Konig is just nasty and I'm shameless about it

synopsis(sorta): König has been a little crazy stalker, and you finally get close enough for him to make a move

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Konig was a good man, a routine man. His mother and grandmother had beaten manners into him, and daddy had his face shoved into a bible every Sunday morning. Everything was intentional, down to the way he stored his razors, all the way deep down to the way he shamefully ruts into his calloused palm each night. It all mattered— obsessively mattered.

Konig was a good man, a strong man. He tried so hard to keep his thoughts pure, be gentle with himself and others— lumbering about as if he were an animal latched to a ball and chain, a monster in the eyes of rookies and civilians alike— but he tried.

He can kill a man in less than ten seconds without a weapon, five with. He can dismember a corpse, and make someone seem as if they had never existed to begin with— he isn't a man of softness, he isn't a man who deserves a gentle hand, only his own thick mits that've been stained with decades of blood.

He wasn't  a man of softness—until he saw you. Effortless you. With your smile, the flowery trail of scent that tickled his nose in your wake, those fucking eyes— Konig tried to be a good man, but he wanted to so badly see them glossed over, heavy with arousal and desperation. How they'd roll when he—

Konig tried to be a good man.

— Sir? Are you ready to order?

Scheiße. Those eyes again, the way they fluttered— it was almost enough to distract him from the way that dingy little waitress get-up clung to your all-encompassing frame— and hearing the word sir  so obediently drip from your swelled lips made his cock twitch in his pants. Thank God he'd opted for the cargos today, and thank him again because you were such a good girl, you'd never peek.

Not that you'd have a chance, he loomed over you even at seated height— forcing your eyes up to meet his, seeming just much too big for the booth he shoved himself in— but, he was still shameless in the way his eyes roamed over you. At least you had the assurance he'd tip well.

— Ah- Ja, sorry Kätzen..

He cleared his throat, nervously tugging at the lip of his black surgical mask, his eyes darting about behind thick sunglasses. You're so pretty— what was he doing again? Ah, right, food. He wasn't hungry, not for anything they had here, except for you— but that wouldn't be a suitable answer, no, not for a precious little thing like you.

He could practically taste the aura that rolled off of you, you were no whore.

— Coffee- black, please. If it's not too much trouble.

Of course it wasn't too much trouble, it was your job. He was cursing himself internally, saying such stupid things to such a lovely girl. It would be easier if you were stuffed with his girth already, crying and spluttering as you struggled to fit him properly— he wouldn't say stupid shit then, but then you giggle- oh, fuck, you giggle and all the sudden he needs a freezing cold shower.

— Of course not, sir, will that be all?

Sweet girl, you should know not to smile at a man like that. Not a man like him, especially when his mind is full of bending you over this table and ruining that pretty head of yours.

— Yes, thank you, schätzchen.

He hoped you didn't know German, he hoped you were oblivious enough to let the way he was ripping your clothes to shred with his eyes go unnoticed— and of course, because you're such a good girl, it did.

— My pleasure- I'll be back in just a moment.

You are so polite, so sweet and efficient. He'd been watching you for a time now, the way you'd bustle about the café, being so kind even when majority of the creatures in here didn't deserve your time of day, not like he did— no, not anything like he did.

If he had it his way, you'd never work again. He'd throw money at you like it was a religion, give you all the codes and numbers to every bank account in his name— let you go on a spending spree, spoil you with fine lace and even better food. KorTac paid him enough, and he didn't spend a dime unless he needed something— unless he was indulging in you.

If he had it his way, you'd be dumb and obedient, you'd placate yourself to being his sweet little toy— and, oh, how he'd reward you for it. He'd keep you full of his seed, and happy with whatever object caught your affections, he'd build a goddamn castle for you. He'd never deny you a thing, as long as you kept looking at him like the most important person to exist— even if you were just doing your job.

— Your coffee, sir— oh, and careful, I just had them brew it.

Oh, you're such a darling. Fresh coffee? Just for him? You might as well give him your ring size now, he hopes you want kids.

— Lovely, Schatz, thank you.

— Of course, enjoy.

He almost felt crestfallen as you placed the bill next to him, and sauntered away, but your swaying hips could heal even the most shattered bones. Angels above, you were such a perfect thing— so innocent and lovely, you'd need to be protected, you'd need to be saved.

The heat of the coffee was nothing compared to the widely gaped blood vessels under his skin— breath threatening to catch everything he got a glimpse of you traipsing about. He had to make sure you were well distracted every time he dove in for a sip, you couldn't see his face, not yet.

If he were a better man, a more confident man, he'd leave you his number. He'd clean himself up, start a good conversation with you— take you to a fine dinner, even though he so hated the idea of something so insanely public. If he were half the man he held himself as, he wouldn't be salivating over you in an empty corner of the café.

Konig tried to be a good man, but he was slimy. He was a pervert, a danger— he'd never harm anyone— save for the men whose blood stained his hands, but he'd found himself craving indulgence in dark fantasies more than once. He was nasty, he was a monster, but he wanted to be soft for you. Simply, he wanted you, but his therapist would strongly advise against it— counseling that maybe, just maybe it's not best for his obsessive psyche.

Whatever, you'd learn to love it.

He had his reluctant fill of ogling, the tightening of his pants becoming too much to ignore, and the clatter of dishes becoming grating on his sensitive ears— he had to leave at some point. His coffee cup had long run dry, and he hadn't had the courage to waive you over for another.

If he were a better man, he'd leave you his number, but a crisp hundred to cover the bill— and leave you a tip to keep you fed— would definitely suffice. He tucked it under his coffee mug shamefully, wishing he just had the sack to speak to you— but that irritating fear of rejection always held him just at arms length.

How badly he wished he could just take you.

Everything else that wasn't you was boring, the streets were dull and gray, and rain drizzled like piss— just another way for God to mock him, punishment for his lustful behavior. Father would have a field day with him, if only he knew.

He stuffed his hands in the pocket of his soft-shell coat, rain pattering against it in an almost melodic sound. Nothing like your voice, though, oh nothing like that sound.

— Sir!

See, nothing like it, and he can't stop imagining it.

— Sir, you forgot your phone!

Oh, oh, he's not imagining that.

He whips around almost too fast, seeing you skirt on your heels as you stop your quick advance in front of him— his phone outstretched in a waiting hand. You really were such a lovely thing.

— Oh! Gott.. thank you, liebling— would have lost my head.

He wished he sounded.. cooler, smoother. But, he sounded like an inexperienced teen, stuck in a giants body. Always cringing at the sound of his own voice, but you smile and his world just fucking shifts— he couldn't give a shit how he sounded.

— it's- it's no worry, sir, I understand that.

Oh, your laugh, it's so sweet. He wants to touch you, grab you and squeeze you.

— I wanted to thank you actually- for the tip, I mean.. that was very generous of you—..?

You pause, trailing off as you look up at him. You want something, oh what is it maus? Anything. Say it, tell him— Oh, you want his name. His name. He has to fight the grin on his face.

— König— and do not worry yourself, Maus, it is no trouble. You work hard.

Now he's nonchalant, now he's found his groove. Keep being so humble, keep pretending like you don't want him to shower you in his endless wealth; keep looking up at him with those eyes that would be so much prettier coated in tears as you gagged on his thickness.

— Well, regardless, thank you, König.

Fuck, the way those pretty lips move with the pronunciation of his name— and you didn't miss a single vowel, what a good girl, what a smart girl. Oh, how he wanted to praise you like the good puppy you are, a collar with his name attached would be so pretty on you.

— Truly, Schatz, don't mention it— but, uhm-

Ah, he trailed, his fingers fidgeting with the lint of his pocket. Did he say it? Did he go for it? Either she'd be creeped, and run, or she'd be flattered— maybe even accepting. He had to keep it black and white, or he'd explode.

— Do you mind if I give you my number, liebling? I'd uh- I'd very much like to see you.. more.

Oh, he sounded like a fucking fool, and you looked so cute and patient; he was so used to drunken one-night stands, or shooting blanks into his hand when one just wasn't enough— this was so much harder when you looked like a literal angel to him, and not some cheap bimbo.

So patient, he wondered if you'd be like that while he railed you— even when you couldn't take it anymore. You were blushing, and he wanted to add tears to it, you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers, and he imagined them around his cock.

— Not at all, sir..

Today's a beautiful day. A lovely day even, the clouds had split just for him to bask in the loveliness of heaven's light— you sweet angel, you had no idea what you'd signed yourself up for.

— Perfekt. Hand me your phone, little one.

And you did, almost eagerly, such a good girl already. Following his orders so nicely, of course you did, even unlocking it before you passed it over.

His fingers never felt so nimble over a touchscreen, typing in his contact as if it were as easy as breathing— you seemed so shy, so nervous, it only made him confident. You made him confident, and he couldn't get enough.

— There you are, send me a text later, hm?

He hands the phone back grinning, he'd reward her for being so compliant— maybe work her open on his fingers just for now, a window of opportunity was wide open for him, and you were blushing all innocent and star-struck in front of him. He could not wait to ruin you.

— Yes, sir- König.. I'll do that. See you later!

— See you, maus.

Oh, you're so cute. You're so shy and it letting him read you like a filthy book. He knew you hadn't been taken care of, he knew you desperately needed satisfaction— and he'd give it to you tenfold, a sweet little thing like you deserved it. Especially since you did such a good job of hiding it behind that precious little smile.

Those eyes, they told him everything.

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pt.2 :3

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@thethreebroomsticksficfest is having a microfic celebration for Harry Potter's birthday... but as usual my fic isn't very micro. here you go anyway.

The Underside

Harry's eyes keep meeting Uncle Vernon's in the rearview mirror.  It's two days before his tenth birthday. They've only been driving for forty-five minutes and Dudley's already been sick twice. Harry's pretty sure his aunt and uncle think it's his fault, somehow, but he's not the one who piled Dudley's plate with a half-dozen fried eggs this morning.

Weird things have been happening around him, though. That's the only reason they've brought him along instead of locking him up—he'd prepared himself to spend the day sipping underbrewed tea and letting his eyes glaze over at thirty years of snapshots of Mrs. Figg's dead cats, but when his aunt marched him over this morning, the old woman never answered her door. One of her cats was in the front window, switching its tail to and fro as she knocked and knocked, as if to say, time's ticking, Petunia, you're going to be late—

So, after a whispered argument in the kitchen—no, that boy's not to be trusted, we'll come home to the whole place in flames—his uncle dragged him by the arm to the backseat of the car. Dudley's brought along so many road-snacks and toy dumptrucks that Harry only has half a seat to squeeze himself into, but it's sort of nice. He doesn't get many long rides. Past the rows of houses and the repeating grids of car parks there are farms like he's seen in storybooks, rumpled over the hills, ribbed like green corduroy with cabbages in rows. Cows kneel in the shade of trees. What a life it would be, Harry thinks, to wander all day in the grass of a field, bothered only by the odd horsefly. Eating his fill. Surrounded by friends.

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While Vernon's at the convention, Petunia takes them to the pleasure pier. Dudley tries for one of the big prizes, a stuffed gorilla that looks rather like his dad, but his strategy is to hurl the ball with as much destructive force as possible and he's swiftly banned from the Coconut Shy. He does the same at the pingpong ball and fishbowls, whipping the ball like he's trying to murder a fish, and while Petunia is arguing with the teenaged game-operator, Harry boredly tosses one of Dudley's unused pingpongs. It plops right into the centre of a fishbowl, where a longfinned red-and-gold fish circles it and issues a surprised silver bubble from its puckering mouth.

Petunia's convinced Harry cheated (and he's not entirely sure, actually, that he didn't. He's had a lot of weird luck and near-misses, lately. Last week, Dudley tried to hit him with a water balloon and it bounced off Harry's chest, hit Dudley square in the crotch, and made it look like he'd wet his trousers) so Dudley gets the fish, of course. It's in a few inches of water inside a plastic bag. He swings it around violently as they walk through the arcade.

I'm sorry, Harry thinks at the fish. I didn't mean to make things worse for you.

At the beach, while Petunia is buttering Dudley with suncream, Harry walks into the chilly water until it's up to his chest. The swells lift him off his feet, a bit, and the sand feels warm when he scrunches his toes. When he stretches out his arms and legs to float on his back, it's like the sea is cradling him, holding him up, and after a moment the sensation is uncomfortable for some reason so he curls into a ball and sinks under the surface, pinching his nose.

It burns a little when he opens his eyes, but he's instantly stricken by how peaceful it is under there and he doesn't want to close them. Above his head, there's the sparkling tumult of the waves. Below, the sand moves slow, like it's sleepy. There are the legs of other swimmers, kicking, oblivious. There's a spiky little crab with an orange pill-bottle for a shell. There's a grumpy-looking grey-green fish with rippling fins, flat and creeping along the bottom like it's trying not to be noticed. Harry wishes he could do that. He's always drawing attention to himself, blurting out a sarky thought when he ought to have just kept quiet, having some lucky thing happen that makes Dudley wail and Vernon haul him by the collar across the house and into his cupboard. If only he could stay here, in this secret world underneath the waves, where no-one on the shore even knew he was there...

A cloud of minnows, moving as one, drifts like a shadow in front of his face. They all turn sideways and seem to look at him with their iridescent eyes. He looks back, wondering if he's disturbing them, his chest starting to prickle as he runs out of air.

Before he can push off the sand and come up, all the little minnows rush at him, stroking their cool bodies along his cheeks, wriggling through his hair. He shuts his eyes, but just as quickly they're gone. He turns to see the grey ghost of them vanishing into the blue distance.

Then a hand is in his hair, yanking, and he's swallowing salt, breaking the surface and blind in the afternoon sun.

"You can't drown today, you knob, Dad's got a very exclusive dinner with a client," Dudley shouts in his face. Harry sputters, there's water stinging in his nose, and on the shore he can see Aunt Petunia waving her sunhat at the two of them, stepping along the lacy hem of the water like she's afraid to let it touch her feet.

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"The double-augur—that's the crown jewel of the Heavy-Duty line," Vernon is telling Petunia, but in the rearview his eyes are on Harry like he thinks he's up to something. Harry's skin still smells faintly of salt. Dudley's plopped his goldfish onto the pile of plastic dumptrucks like it's just another toy. Harry picks it up and peers into the plastic bag; it's hard to tell because the car is moving, but it looks like it might already be dead.

"Cheap ruddy fish," Dudley sulks. "Didn't even last 'til dinner."

"All cheats, those game operators," Vernon huffs.

"We'll get you a better fish tomorrow, Popkin," cooes Petunia. "A couple of fighting fish, maybe, wouldn't that be fun?"

"I'd do myself in too if I had to share a room with you," Harry mutters. The back of Vernon's neck goes purple, and he nearly crashes the car shouting at Harry, and Dudley pinches his arm hard enough to leave a bruise, but Harry finds he's not bothered. He closes his eyes as the cabbage-fields are crowded out by houses. There's a world out there, huge and hidden, full of colours he's only seen in dreams, full of creatures and beautiful tricks of the light, and he'll get back to it someday—he'll take a breath, he'll dive down into deep water, and he'll open his eyes—

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You Drew Stars (Tech x Jedi reader)

Ratings: Angst | Fluff

Summary: Unrequited love is a real Bantha

Pt 3 of You Drew Stars

It wasn’t long before the sun was setting.

Omega and I were walking back to the ship hand in hand with the goodies we found at the local market in town.

“Thank you again for the scarf! It’s like Hunters!” Omega’s voice held so much glee as she grasped on to the red fabric around her neck.

“I’m glad you like it sunshine.” I smiled, seeing her skip around through my new rose colored sunglasses.

“And our matching sunglasses too!” She said as she pushed hers up her nose to keep it from falling.

She slowed down her pace to look up at me, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

I couldn’t help the love that swarmed my heart for the small girl that became so much like the daughter I’ve always dreamed of having.

“Thank you.” I said softly, “I’m really glad I’m here too.”

“I think without you, my brothers would be a mess.” She joked, “Plus our home would be a complete mess all the time.”

I laughed, “That is true. They have never been good at keeping that place clean, except for maybe Crosshair. He was big on keeping everything precise.”

“Do you think he’ll come back to us?” She asked as we stopped in front of the ship.

I could feel in the force the faint feeling of his pain, somewhere far off in the galaxy, “I believe he will.” I confirmed.

She let out a relieved sigh before turning around to run up the ramp, “Come on! Let’s go show them the stuff we got!”

I followed behind her, though my pace much slower then hers. It was to give me some time to stop the nervous shake in my hand and the heavy swelling on my tongue.

The first thing I did was place the bags I was carrying next to Omega before stepping back and sticking close to the wall as she shoved all of the things we got onto the table.

“We got a bunch of blankets and decorations to spruce up our home!” She said as she passed around small pillows and thin blankets that felt as soft as cotton.

There were also new clothes for Omega and the boys and little lights that Omega found to hang around the ship.

“How did you afford this?” Hunter asked, his gaze already falling onto mine.

“I took some extra shifts from Sid at the cantina.” I explained, “We thought this would help everyone feeling a bit more comfortable here.”

“That was thoughtful of you, but unnecessary. We are quite adjusted here.” Tech answered.

“It was more than necessary!” Wrecker boomed as he looked at a few stuffed animals that Omega set on the table.

“There’s also snacks!” Omega cheered.

“Alright!” Wrecker cheered as he grabbed a fruit only native here.

“Thank you.” Echo said as he fell in line beside me.

“You’re welcome. I just want to make sure everyone is happy.” My voice trailed off as I watched Tech leave the room.

Echo nudged me gently, “Go on.”

I trailed off nervously after Tech, going over words I could say to him. I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while and well would you go out with me? Yeah that sounds good. Just call out to him and ask.

“Go on a date with me!” I blurted out and immediately cringed at the lack of decorum.

He turned to look back at me with surprise, “What?”

Well that wasn’t how I expected this to go.

“Ah…” I knew my cheeks were turning red, “Would you like to go on a date… With… Me?”

I quickly shook my hands in front of me, “Only if you would like to of course!”

“Oh.” He said as a pink hue dusted his own cheeks, “But you’re my general.”

“Not anymore.” I reminded him.

He thought for a moment before nodding, “If you would like to then I suppose I wouldn’t be against it.”

A small smile made its way across my face, “Tomorrow night then around 7? At that restaurant with the yellow stars on it? I think it was called…”

“Sol.” Tech answered for me.

I nodded quickly, “Yes! That one!”

“I have some things to tend to before that, but I should be done by then.” He answered, a small smile on his face.

I bit my lip with a nod, “I’ll see you there then.”

I don’t think I ran to find my best friend this fast in my life. The leader was teaching Omega how to through a knife by the tree line nearby and my heart warmed at such a father daughter display.

“Hunter!” I called out to him, he and Omega turning around, “Guess what! Tech said yes!”

A small smile crossed his face, “I told you he would.”

“Yay!” Omega cheered quickly jumping into my arms.

I picked her up and swung her around.

“We have to go shopping!” Omega quickly stated.

“Oh no.” I chuckled nervously, “I’m sure I have something-”

“No no! I’ve seen this in a holo movie. Tomorrow we have to find you the perfect dress!” Omega stated.

I couldn’t help the amused grin, wondering what tomorrow would have in store for me.

Omega woke me up earlier than I expected and was currently holding my hand as she led me towards the small city, “Hunter come on! We have to find her the perfect dress!” She called out to Hunter who trailed behind us with a tired look across his face.

I gave him a comforting smile, ‘sorry’ I mouthed to him. He only returned my smile with a small shake of his head to indicate that everything was okay.

“I think we should go in here!” Omega took us into a store.

“Welcome! How may I help you today?” The storekeeper asked. She had green hair, at least in her mid forties and a kind smile.

“We’re looking for a dress for her date tonight!” Omega pointed towards me.

“Oh! I suppose you two have a special evening planned then?” The shopkeeper said, looking between Hunter and I.

“Oh no.” I quickly shook my head, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “He’s my best friend.”

“I see.” She clapped her hands together, “Then follow me this way. I have the perfect array of dresses for you to pick from.”

She was right when she said she had an array of dresses, each one more beautiful then the last.

“No.” Omega shook her head at the first dress that was lime green.

“Definitely not.” She said to the orange one I tried on next.

“I agree with omega on this one being a pass.” Hunter raised an eyebrow at the hot pink puffy dress that was littered with sparkly bows.

“None of these seem to be working.” I laughed lightly after trying on a dozen dresses.

“Don’t worry! I have one more!” The dress keeper we came to know as Stella brought in one more dress hidden by a cloth, “I made this custom for a customer, but they just called to tell me they were canceling their order.”

“Thank you.” I said as I took the dress from her and entered the fitting room.

It was a minute before I stepped out into the main area.

Omega let out a gasp and her eyes lit up, “It’s perfect!” She tapped Hunter’s arm, “Look Hunter! Isn’t it perfect.”

Hunter looked up from where he was flipping through a magazine left out for guests. His eyes widened slightly at the site in front of him.

“Yes… It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He hummed in agreement.

“Thank you Hunter, this one it is.” I smiled as I twirled into from of the mirror.

It was a little pass six-thirty as I did a once over my appearance. The red dress flowed perfectly around my figure, ending just above my knees.

“He’ll love it.” Omega smiled.

“You think so?” I asked nervously.

“Oh I know so.” She grinned, “And just so you know, I expect to hear full details as soon as you get back!”

I chuckled at her enthusiasm as I grabbed my purse and the single red rose, “I promise.”

The night air felt slightly humid as I walked along the cobbled streets to the restaurant. It felt almost like a dream… My first date and with a man I have adored since… Well since I met him.

It was 7 when I arrived at the restaurant and I waited outside patiently for him to show up. He should be here soon? I checked my transmitter for the time, the hour passing by slowly.

“Maybe he got held up.” I muttered as 7pm turned into 8pm.

Groups and couples began to fill into the restaurant and I began to worry that we wouldn’t be able to get a table. I’ll get us a table before it gets too packed in there. I decided before entering the restaurant.

“A table for two please.” I asked the waitress behind the short pillar, I looked to the pin on her dress to find that her name was Sarai.

“Of course.” She gave me a smile, “Will your partner be arriving soon then?”

I looked at the clock above her head to find that it was already 8:05. Giving her a smile I nodded my head.

“Perfect! Then follow me right this way please.” She said.

Sarai directed me past a few dinner tables that were already filled. We weaved our way to a small circular table seated right by the window, showing a nice view of the night sky and decorated streets. It was the perfect seating to spot Tech when he arrived.

“Thank you.” I nodded at her as she placed two menus down.

“You’re waitor will be right with you.” She smiled before walking away.

I placed the rose down on the table as I gazed out the big window to look for any signs of the intelligent clone.

“Hello there!” The simple phrase made my heart stop breathing.

I glanced up praying to the force that my old friend would be standing there with that scruffy beard of his. My gaze quickly flickered up to find kind blue eyes staring at me, but not the ones I had hoped to see.

“Hello.” I spoke softly trying to shake myself from the memories flooding my head.

A Twi’lek greeted me with a cheery smile, “My name is Indul and I will be your waiter for this evening.”

“Nice to meet you Indul.” I glanced at the clock, 8:15, “Do… Dates normally arrive late? Is it a code or something?”

“Not typically no…” His voice trailed off before looking at me with a brow raised, “Is this your first time on a date?”

I blushed as I muttered sheepishly, “Ah yes it is.”

“Shall I bring you something to drink while you wait?” He asked kindly.

“Oh! Sure.” I smiled before ordering a drink that sounded colorful, “I’ll take a tropical dune please.”

“Coming right up.” He smiled before leaving.

I glanced back at the clock, 8:30.

I placed the rose to the side. I dug in my purse for my transmitter, checking to see if he left a message which was sadly empty.

He’s probably just held up in that thing he had to attend to earlier. No need to panic.

“You’re drink.” Indul placed the sunset drink on a tray filled with small array of colorful pastry snacks, “And a small appetizer while you wait.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

8:30 slowly turned into 9:40 as I stared out the window with worry. Dark clouds began to roll in as rain splattered against the glass. Had something happened to him? To the others? Were they in trouble?

“How are you doing? Would you like to order something?” Indul asked gently.

“Oh… Ah no thank you… I think I’ll go.”

“I’m sorry he didn’t…” Indul trailed off.

I shook my head gently, “It’s okay.”

“At least wait a bit to see if the rain will pass.” He suggested.

The dreaded feeling that my family was in danger overruled any logic that i should wait for the storm to pass.

“I’ll be alright.” I stated as I pulled out my wallet.

“Of course.” He nodded, “I will go get you the check then.” He said before walking away.

It was 10pm by the time I stepped out of the restaurant. I looked left and right, trying to squint through the rain just in case Tech would be right there.

To the lack of presence in his force near me, my heart dropped. I walked swiftly and carefully through the streets as the rain soaked through my dress. I knew my hair would be soaked and I would look like a wet cat by the time I got back to the ship, but I didn’t care.

It was 10:30 when I found myself in a ship all alone.

“Where is everyone?” I muttered, “Omega!” I called for her, praying to the force that she was alright.

“Hey!” She greeted as she stepped out of her makeshift room.

“Thank the force you’re alright.” I smiled in relief.

“I’m alright? But, how did it go?” Her brows furrowed, “Why are you soaked? Where’s Tech?”

“He didn’t show up. Where are the boys?” I asked quickly, my head going through multiple scenarios.

I placed my bag down, but kept the rose clutched tightly in my hand.

“At Sids bar…” She mumbled as she stepped down her ladder, “What do you mean he didn’t show up?”

“I don’t know what’s happened, but I need you to stay here and keep your comms on.” I stated as I patted her gently on the head, “I’ll be back soon.”

I grabbed my saber securing it under my dress before I quickly made my way off the ship and in the direction of the bar.

He couldn’t be there…

He wouldn’t forget…

They must be in trouble.

It was 11pm by the time I reached Sids.

I could faintly hear music blasting from outside, the rain muffling it along with the harsh winds. I felt the force waves of everyone inside, but found no feeling of dark intent.

I carefully grabbed the hand and stepped inside preparing myself for whatever may come. There seemed to be a large group of people either dancing or drinking at the bar. It was lively and fun…

I scanned the room, quickly finding Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo sitting at their regular booth. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

Their safe. Thank the force.

I looked around trying to spot the clone of the evening, torn between wanting him to be here and wanting him to be running around town looking for me to tell me about some wild adventure he had this evening.

It seems in a way he was having an adventure, just one that didn’t include me.

Every small glance, every late night talk, every smile I received from him came crashing down in a drowning sense of embarrassment as I watched Phee dance against him.

He seemed so happy… I didn’t know whether to be angry or sad about this revelation. That was supposed to be us tonight.

Tears filled my eyes as Phee leaned up to press a kiss against his lips, one that he returned without a fuss.

That was supposed to be me…

“General.” Hunter spoke as gently as he could.

When did he come over here?

“Why.” I had to swallow to get the ache out of my throat, “Why didn’t you tell me he…”

“I thought he canceled with you tonight… It’s unlike Tech to not go through with a commitment, I’m sorry.” He said genuinely.

“Well he didn’t tell me.” My voice was barely above a whisper, but he still heard me. He could always hear.

I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes in an attempt to compose myself.

“If you would excuse me. I’m going to head home. Have a nice night Hunter.” I whispered.

“I really am sorry. I know how much he meant to you…” His voice trailed off.

I stopped at his words, looking to the rose in my hand.

“There is no need to be sorry.” I said letting the flower fall from my hand, “Love is foolish for a Jedi.”

I walked out into the storm, wanting nothing more than to get home. At least from here the rain will hide my tears.

[alittlebabypandagirl]

Spank away the big bad.

cw - ABDL, erotic spanking, polyamory

Emma made light steps across the polished hardwood floor, making her way through the familiar hallways of her home. The afternoon light filtered through the large windows, and the apartment seemed enveloped in a sphere of quiet. The outside word was muffled, the pleasant hum of the dishwasher seemed like a distant drone. She approached the door and carefully opened it, slowly swinging it on the hushed hinges.

The room was dark, the blinds closed to keep the sun away. But the ceiling was filled with stars in explosions of kaleidoscope colors, purple, blue, pink, all coming from a projector on a dresser near the door. There were long shelves around the room, all tidied with books and baskets filled with colorful toys. And in the center was a large bed, plush and pillowy, with several stuffed animals and pillows lining the edges. It was sunk in shallow bars to keep the precious bundle in the center safe. Emma quietly approached to peer inside the bed.

There she saw her little one, Nova, tangled up in the blankets as she sprawled across the bed. Her soft curls of red hair barely concealing her pale face, but Emma could see her sweet button nose, and her long eyelashes closed against her still-pink, tear stained cheeks. Emma gently reached down and stoked her hair, tucking the long strands behind her cute little ear so she could see her darling sleeping girl. Emma's heart swelled.

It was nice to have this moment of peace right after so much chaos earlier in the afternoon when Liam went to put her down for her nap. She had a tantrum at lunch, frustrated that she couldn't feed herself. Nova was still struggling with a few aspects of her new position, where she had an eager Mommy and Daddy there, ready to love and support her. Emma did her best as a Mommy, and she tried to calm Nova, tried to help her express her emotions. But, that only seemed to escalate it, and Liam stepped in with the dominant force that even Emma responded to, a spark of electricity going straight between her legs when he put on that voice of authority. Nova also responded to it, but they both knew she was too far into the tantrum, and what she needed was some more hands on discipline.

So, Liam picked her up from her chair, her face already red and filled with tears. He pulled her up, keeping her close to his strong shoulder as she kicked her legs and tried squirmed away. He took her to her bedroom, and laid her down on her changing table to undress her and remove her slightly soggy diaper over her loud unintelligible cries. Emma stood in the corner and watched as he picked her back up, completely naked and took her to a plush arm chair. He sat down and put her on his lap while she continued to cry, only now realizing what was going to happen. She tried to hide her face as she cried, her chest heaving with her heavy breaths, her perky breasts exposing her hard, pink nipples. Emma imagined the arousal she must be feeling, knowing her Daddy is about to spank her.

Liam stayed calm, and pulled her hands down from her face, gently coaxing her to calm down as her rubbed her back.

"It's okay, baby girl," he said softly. "I know you're upset, but we can't have those outbursts. It's not a constructive way to express our feelings. Okay?"

She nodded, her breath starting to slow down, her bright blue eyes fixed on her Daddy's face.

"Daddy is going to spank you now," he said calmly. "Not because you're a bad girl, because you are not. You are my sweet little baby. But I bet a good hard spanking will help you get all those big, bad feelings out."

Tears began to pour down her red face again, Liam bending down and pressing his forehead against hers. Emma's heart broke for her, because she understood those feelings. And she wished she could make the process of dealing with them any amount easier for this woman she loved. But Liam was an expert at it, so she left it in his hands.

Liam kissed Nova's forehead and helped her gently into position over his lap, pivoting her legs so that they draped either side of his leg, his knee pressing up against her exposed intimacy. Her round perfect ass cheeks were on display with Liam's knee opening up her legs enough to see just a glimpse of her pink pussy lips. Emma kept her eyes on their girl as he raised his hand up and landed a firm, hard slap on her bouncing ass cheek with a resounding crack.

He started slowly, letting each slap really sink into her skin, her yelps soft and muffled by the back of the armchair. Her cries became more pronounced as he ramped up, spanking her faster and faster until he was raining quick painful strikes all over the pale parts of her round bottom. She wailed out long cries, gripping the edge of the chair, and twisting her legs around his calf to keep herself from kicking from the pain. He showed no resistance, keeping a strong rhythm, as her backside went from pale, to pink, and now turning a bright shade of red.

Emma felt her lust encroach on her, bathed in the sense of authority her husband exuded and the beauty of her little taking it. Their energies overwhelmed her, sending a tingle down her spine right to a burning need between her legs. She imagined all the times she was over Liam's lap, being spanked red with tears down her face. And she relished in the look on Nova's face as she whipped her head back, her hair spiraling down her shoulders and tears running down her cheeks to her extended throat. Emma wanted nothing more than to press Nova's lips against her own, cupping her adorable face in her hands and just drink all of her in.

Liam kept spanking her, using a hand to encourage her to grind against his knee as he did. She shivered, her cries mixed with moans as he pushed her to orgasm through the pain of his slapping hand. She arched her back, her hips bucking as he held her down against his knee and continued to slap the seat spot on her ass until she slumped against him, her breath heaving again.

Liam caught Emma's eye, he licked his lips and grinned, running and hand in his hair before taking a deep breath. He reached down again and began to run his hands up and down her sore, burning cheeks. She whimpered softly, her needy clit likely on fire with sensitivity as she softly rocked her hips against him. He continued rubbing her burning cheeks before moving his fingers down between her legs, his eyes never leaving Emma's.

"What happened here," he said with a smile. He ran his fingers up and down her slick lips, the sound filling the room. He pulled his hand away and helped Nova back up, gingerly sitting her up onto his lap again. Her soft curls a wild mess down her back as she leaned against his chest.

"Do you feel better?" he asked.

She nodded, reaching up to kiss his neck softly. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you."

Emma cleared her throat, her cheeks about as pink as Nova's, her body electric with desire, but she tamped it down. "Why don't you get her ready for her nap, honey," Emma said.

Liam nodded, stroking Nova's hair, softly brushing fingers against her still damp cheek. Emma could barely pry her eyes against the wet spot on Liam's knee as he tended to their baby girl. He was so good at the aftercare part, gently rocking her, and keep her snug against his chest. Emma didn't want to impose herself in the middle of it. So, she sighed and turned away towards the door of the bedroom.

"Mommy," Nova's little voice came through before Emma could leave. She turned to see her girl looking up at her from her Daddy's arms.

"I'm sorry I yelled," she said and Emma felt her heart swell again.

"I know, sweetie," Emma said. "I know those feelings are hard. I'm just happy that you have Daddy to help you sort through them sometimes."

"And Mommy," Liam said. "Mommy is here for you too."

"I know," Nova said before closing her eyes against Liam's chest, snuggling into his strong arms.

Emma left them to their aftercare routine. Liam came to find her in their bedroom afterwards, where Emma was busily attending to that growing need with her vibrator clutched in her hand. Liam smirked at her, taking a beat to soak in the sight of his horny wife before pouncing and savagely fucking her until she was a quivering whimpering mess. Then it was time for her aftercare it seemed, and she spent the rest of the afternoon in a warm bath, in a daze of pleasure and large emotions.

And now there she stood, still dazed in the calm of the explosive afternoon, brushing the hair off her little one's sleeping face, her lips slack around a pacifier and her arms clutched around a squishy stuffed animal. Emma felt another wave of those large emotions as her eyes welled. She never imagined she could love two people this much.

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