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[whimsicalcotton]

husky big enough to eat me sitting there staring with the saddest wettest eyes i've ever seen & crying like a forlorn widow at the cliffside

[sidollie]

Dad's bestfriend Simon Riley cw// ᴍᴅɴɪ, legal? age gap (simon in his late 40's and reader in her early 20's), size kink, creampie, possessive simon riley

ᯓ★ Simon Riley was your dad’s best friend from the military. He had been in your life ever since you were a kid, back then he was just the scary masked man in black who never talked and never smiled, you used to call him "The dangerous man". Now he’s dangerous for an entirely different reason, he’s older, broader, has more scars and tattoos than you can count

The tension between you both started small. Whenever he was at your dad's place (that was basically every day) you wore something short, sexy— eye catching and he always noticed. His eyes lingered a second too long when you wore those tiny high waisted shorts around the house, the way he had a habit of touching the small of your back, lean in too close when he spoke. He was quiet, protective and definitely watchful.

One similiar weekend, your dad was passed out in his bedroom having one too many glasses of bourbon. You head downstairs to the kitchen for water and you make the mistake of wearing just some cotton sleep shirt with nothing underneath.

He was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a bottle of beer in his veiny hand, mask pulled up just enough for you to see his lips and some blonde stubble. His dark eyes followed you immediately, like he was a predator and you were the prey. He spoke in his usual gruff voice,

"Tha' what ya wear 'round the house when yer alone?"

"It's comfortable"

"Ya wear tha' 'round me?"

"I didn't think you'd care"

He puts the beer bottle down with a clink as he crossed the room before you could even blink. He towered over you, his hand gripping your chin, his lips curving into a dark smirk. Ignoring the way that you look up at him, wide-eyed

"Oh, I care, swee'heart. been trying t'be good fer yer dad. But ya walk around here like that and expec' me t'behave?"

"What are you gonna do?"

"Exactly what yav'e been beggin' for"

He drags you by the wrist and bends you over the arm of your dad's comfortable couch before you can even protest. One hand gently fists your hair as the other lifts your shirt, exposing your bare ass.

"No panties, knew ya wanted this, knew ya were fuckin’ waiting"

You whimper as his thick fingers slide between your thighs, teasing your wet core, as they sink into your hot cunt. He curls them just right, grinding against your g-spot while his thumb circles your sensitive nub in tight, cruel circles. He leans over, muttering with his gravel voice,

"Drippin' f'me already, so fuckin' tight, too."

His expert fingers leave you unsatisfied, whining for release. His belt's undone with one pull, jeans shoved down just enough to free his thick, heavy cock that's already leaking for you. He spits into his calloused hand, strokes himself once, twice and then lines it up against your dripping pussy

"Ya ever had a man my size, sweetheart?"

You just shake your head, whimpers falling from your mouth.

"Good, I'll ruin ya f'anyone else."

He moves slowly at first, dragging out every thrust like he's trying to imprint his cock in your right pussy, and that thought drives him more wild. The thought of claiming you, owning you, you—his best mate's young daughter. He kisses your neck from behind, leaving marks of ownership.

He stretches your tight cunt wide, feral groans leave his lips at the way you're wrapped tightly around him. His grip on your hips bruises as he starts to move, thrust so deep you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock in your cunt. He thrusts after thrust, raw and possessive, claiming you as his.

"This pussy's mine now, ya hear me? Say it."

"Y-yours, it's yours… all yours, Simon."

At your words a feral growl left his lips as his hips snapped faster against your ass, his fat cock slamming into you with brutal force. He kept his pace punishing yet pleasurable, hitting that gooey spot within your gummy walls repeatedly. He slammed his cock into you with wild abandon, grunting and cursing under his breath at the feel of your wet heat enveloping him.

He finishes deep inside you with a low, filthy groan and when he pulls out, he doesn't let you go. He watches his hot cum drip out of your spent cunt, wrapping his strong inked arms around you. He kisses the shell of your ear, whispering gruffly,

"Not done yet, luvie. I know ya can take more."

@sidollie, @sehnsuchts-trunken

ᯓ★ masterlist

[to-the-stars8]

The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

How To Lose a Nanny in 10 Days

Beyond the necessary responses and questions, you hadn’t spoken to Bruce since that night. 

Every time he entered a room with you in it, a sudden, thick tension settled in. The children could sense it. Dick had gone as far as to ask Bruce what he had done. Unfortunately, Bruce didn’t have an answer for his son. 

He had tried to catch you alone more than once: moments in the hallway, in the kitchen, even trying to catch you in the middle of your nightly walk back to your room. But every time, you would find a reason to be busy. You refused to speak to him. Alfred advised that he give you space and time, but Bruce would die first before he listened to any sensible advice. 

It was the evening before the last day of school, and the kids had been restless all evening. They were too excited to sleep and too loud —more like stubborn— to be reasoned with. They bounced off the walls as they talked about trips to Disney World, beach trips, and elaborate summer sleepovers with the Kents. All of them courtesy of Mr. Wayne’s bottomless wallet.

Luckily, you took it in stride. Just as you had been since that night two weeks ago. You kept pace easily, calm and steady, answering questions and managing the chaos like you had done it all your life. You seemed untouchable by anything thrown your way now. 

You had managed to get the kids to their room and in their beds by ten, settling them down with the promise of McDonald’s for dinner tomorrow night. Bruce didn’t like his kids eating junk food, but with one soft look from you, he found himself caving. 

Before you went to bed, you usually went down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and to put away any toys that might have been left out. Bruce, growing impatient, climbed the stairs in search of you. 

“...now it looks as though they’re here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday...” You sang out of tune and off-key, but the softness made up for the lack of talent. Peering into Tim’s room, who lay asleep on his stomach as you rubbed small circles onto his back, Bruce saw how tired you were. 

The mask you had had on since that night had finally fallen a little. Your eyes were downcast with grief and disappointment, a small frown tugging at your lips. In a whisper, he said your name. You jumped every so slightly, eyes snapping up to meet his before you whipped around to make sure you hadn’t woken Tim. The boy was still dead to the world, having not moved an inch. 

“Sorry,” Bruce mumbled, inching into the room. “Can we talk downstairs?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, clearly trying to think of any kind of excuse. Fortunately for him, you couldn’t find one. Standing up, you spared Tim one last glance before nodding. “Sure.”

Bruce tried to say thank you, but you only pushed past him. By the time the two of you reached the kitchen, you were back to acting like nothing could touch you. He sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen, watching you pour yourself a glass of water dispenser on the fridge. 

“Didn’t you want to talk?” You asked, putting distance between you and him by leaning against the opposite counter. 

Bruce nodded. All of a sudden, his throat felt dry, and no words could come to mind. Having not felt this way before, he was confused, only managing to push through it by looking away from you. Maybe, he thought, it was the fear of losing you to him making yet another mistake. If he lost you, the kids would hate him. You were practically an angel in their eyes, making up for everything he lacked as a parent. 

“I wanted to apologize…”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I told you not to say that.”

“But I am sorry,” He countered. 

You shook your head. The words came out of your mouth quickly, like a panic attack was bubbling just from the mere mention of that night. “No. No, you’re not. Or else you would have told me before the date. You wouldn’t have let me get humiliated!”

“I didn’t know until the date was happening,” Bruce insisted, rising from his seat. “You have to believe me, Nan.”

“You don’t get to fucking call me that!” You yelled unexpectedly. After a beat, where you had visibility calmed down, you continued, “Fine, so you didn’t know. What was the point of acting all drunk?”

Now, that was a good question that Bruce had to think carefully about. “I have a reputation to uphold…it’s a bit more complicated than that. I can’t explain it all now.” His playboy personality, one full of all action and no thought, was his best alibi. He should have risked it for your sake. 

“Nice to know your reputation is worth more than my dignity,” you snapped, arms crossing tightly over your chest as Bruce stepped around the counter. “Real stand up guy you are!”

“That isn’t it. I promise,” Bruce said quietly. “I wouldn’t have let him do that to you.”

“God, you’re insufferable,” you seethed, stepping toward him. Your voice cracked, eyes stinging. The dam you’d kept together for two weeks started to fracture under the weight of his presence.

“I know,” Bruce whispered, looking down at you. 

You shoved him. He didn’t budge. So you did it again. And again. Until, finally, he caught your wrists and pulled you into him, arms wrapping around you before you could even register it. You struggled, but only for a second. Then came the sobs, muffled by his shoulder. You inhaled the scent of aftershave and cologne. The smell was soft, clean, and familiar. The kind of scent that made you feel safe, even when you didn’t want to.

You wept. Cursed him. Called him everything but his name.

When your anger emptied and your breath evened, he spoke again, voice low and steady.  “I’m sorry you were treated that way. You didn’t deserve it. No one deserves to be treated like…”

“Trash. He treated me like trash, Bruce,” You mumbled into his shoulder. “He never intended to be serious.” 

“Harvey’s…Harvey’s a character,” Bruce mumbled. 

After a second, you laughed unexpectedly. That was the least he was, but Mr. Wayne had picked the perfect words. Bruce laughed, too, a small huff of breath that almost made your chest ache.

When the moment settled again, he asked, “Can you forgive me?”

“Only because I love the kids,” You said gently. 

“I can make do with that. I promise it won’t happen again. You’re important here. And I should’ve looked out for you.”

Your gaze lingered on him. In the soft, dim light of the kitchen, he looked gentler, somehow. The warm glow caught on the sharp line of his cheekbone, the slope of his nose, the steady intensity in his eyes. And then, your eyes dropped to his soft, inviting lips. One of his hands had settled on your hip, thumb brushing against the fabric of your shirt. He squeezed gently. Just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You leaned in. So did he.

But then he paused, so close you could feel his breath against your lips. “You…you should get to bed. It’s late," he whispered.

Bruce backed up quickly before turning on his heel, getting out of the kitchen like it was on fire. You stood there, flushed, heart pounding. Then, you quietly grabbed your forgotten glass of water.

It was just the heightened emotions, you told yourselves. 

Nothing more.

[writeriguess]

I KNEW YOU'D BE BACK SOMEDAY I'M SO HAPPY!

Can I please request Reader and Kiri being the sweetest couple in public but being depraved and extra kinky behind closed doors - bonus points if Bakugo accidentally hears them once and is scarred for life

author's note: I’m really happy to be back! <3 It’s such a shame that the plagiarism incident forced me to wipe my queue. I had already written and scheduled this piece, and I was really proud of it… I just hope this version does it justice.

Sinful Secrets

Eijiro Kirishima was the absolute picture of a perfect boyfriend. The kind that held doors open, pressed sweet kisses to your forehead, and always called you “babe” with the softest, most adoring tone. In public, you were that couple—sickeningly sweet, always holding hands, always smiling at each other like you were the only two people in the world. Even Bakugo, who wasn’t one to praise, admitted—begrudgingly—that Kiri was probably the best boyfriend ever.

But what nobody knew—what nobody could ever suspect—was just how depraved the two of you were behind closed doors.

And unfortunately for Bakugo, he was about to find out.

Kirishima had you pressed against the mattress, your wrists bound to the headboard with his belt, your legs spread wide around his waist. His eyes were dark, pupils blown out as he ran a hand along your stomach, fingers teasing the soaked heat between your thighs.

“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with sinful praise. “Always taking me so well.”

You whimpered as his fingers traced slow circles around your clit before dipping inside, curling against that spot that made you arch and gasp his name. He grinned, sharp teeth catching the dim bedroom light.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out to spread your slick along his aching cock. He lined himself up, rubbing the thick, flushed head along your slit, making you whine. “Beg for it, baby. Tell me how bad you want it.”

You writhed beneath him, tugging against the restraints. “Please, Kiri,” you moaned, voice trembling. “I need you—need you to fill me up, fuck me like you own me.”

His breath hitched at that, and then he was pushing inside, stretching you inch by delicious inch. The burn was exquisite, and you gasped as he bottomed out, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, dropping his head to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “So fucking good for me.”

He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, before slamming back in, forcing a cry from your lips. He set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward as the headboard rattled against the wall.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your broken moans and Kirishima’s deep grunts. He reached down, grabbing your thighs and pushing your legs higher, angling deeper into you.

“Fuck, baby, look at you,” he groaned, watching the way your body arched and trembled under him. “Taking me so well, letting me use you like this.”

You were a mess beneath him, bound and helpless, moaning with each thrust as he claimed you completely. Your fingers curled into fists against the restraints, back arching off the bed.

And that was when Bakugo made the mistake of walking past your door.

“What the—”

He froze, eyes widening as he heard the unmistakable sound of your desperate moans, Kirishima’s deep, filthy praises, and the rhythmic banging of the headboard.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re taking me so good. Such a tight little pussy, made just for me.”

Bakugo’s face burned. “Oh, fuck no—”

He turned on his heel, making a beeline for the kitchen, determined to bleach his ears. But even from there, he could still hear you moaning, still hear Kiri groaning, still hear the obscene sounds of your bodies moving together.

He grabbed his phone and immediately texted Denki.

Bakugo: I NEED TO MOVE OUT. IMMEDIATELY.

But that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was that once Bakugo heard it, he could not un-hear it.

Even in training the next day, he was haunted. Every time Kirishima so much as smiled, Bakugo felt like throwing a punch. Every time you touched Kirishima’s arm, giggling, all Bakugo could think about was the noises he’d heard through that damn door.

By the end of the week, he was ready to commit homicide.

The final straw was when Denki and Sero decided to tease him about how “adorable” you and Kirishima were together.

“Aren’t they just the cutest?” Sero grinned.

Bakugo snapped.

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I KNOW,” he roared, slamming his hands onto the table hard enough to shake the plates.

Silence.

Denki blinked. “Dude. You okay?”

Bakugo turned on his heel and stormed away, mumbling something about needing therapy.

Meanwhile, you and Kirishima sat innocently across the cafeteria, sharing a milkshake like the picture-perfect couple you were.

Little did they know, last night had been even filthier.

[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝐼𝒩 𝒜 𝑅𝒰𝒯 ؛ 𝓀𝑒𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓂𝒾

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ﾉ noncon ﾉ forced breeding ﾉ forced pregnancy ﾉ clit spanking ﾉ creampie ﾉ misogyny ﾉ rut ﾉ baby trapping ﾉ feral keigo ﾉ piss ﾉ marking ﾉ profanity

Keigo’s bigger, softer around the edges but still with that slight cut of pristine muscle lining his torso and limbs. His wings thicken, puffy with a fat down blanketing them with gentle red bristles.

Sweaty too. He doesn’t want to wear any clothes. Granted, he says that all the time. But now it’s not just a want, it’s a need. A priority. He doesn’t feel fit to carry out his primitive desires when he’s being held back and restrained by all that stupid cotton and leather. He needs to be free, needs to let his manhood breathe. Otherwise how could he possibly carry out his responsibility as a daddy? That’s right, he couldn’t.

You leave him to his ludicrous antics of digging out nests in your bed. Making a fine art of curling every blanket, quilt and pillow in the house into a cushty barricaded circle atop your mattress, slapping at the cuddly pile of fabric with an almost crazed look, claiming that your “eggs” are going to be so warm and safe there. Or otherwise scenting you, rubbing his damp neck and hair all over your body, starting off with a gentle kiss to your temple, before sliding down your torso to rub his palms against that little pouch of flesh he knows he’s going to put his babies in, eventually.

Keigo doesn’t like the fact that you still insist on walking around the house fully clothed. He doesn’t, so why do you need to? You’re his mate, his wife, his other half. He knows it’s time to procreate, so why don’t you?

He follows you around the house on another one of your cleaning sprees. His nose wrinkles at the acrid scent of chemicals and lemon in the air, scratching at his throat and burning his sensitive nostrils as you continue to wipe the surfaces and spray away the scent of masculine sweat he worked so hard on drowning the house in. Do you really want another male entering his territory?

There’s only the slightest ring of yellow encircling his otherwise blown pupils. He tunes out after the first 10 seconds of your ranting and scolding. Something about how nobody’s going to “steal you away” if he doesn’t piss on the front door. Yeah, we’ll see about that, he scoffs to nobody but himself, plucking a bent feather from his rugged cape of crimson to flick and mould it back to shape, flicking at the fibrous hairs.

“Keigo, are you even listening to me?” You clap your hands in his face, attempting to garner his attention. “Hello?”

He doesn’t like that one bit, the flailed movements seeming all to similar to an opposing threat, a predator. He blinks away the carnal instinct to rip your arms out of their sockets and puncture your skull with his teeth. “Yes.”

“Well, it doesn’t fucking look like it. Can you repeat any of what I just said?”

“Stop pissing outside.”

“And what else?”

“And on the door.”

Glowing ember’s narrow as you huff, massaging your temples as you begin to pace, stomping about the kitchen with a cloth and spray bottle in hand.

He shudders at the sharp hiss of the pump, spitting at the granite counter and washing away his mark.

“Baby..” He draws closer, wings twitching at the irritating squeak of polished marble. Two large hands, both streaked with thick prominent veins clasp your waist in an attempt to bring your rear closer towards his erect, naked member.

“No, Keigo. Not right now, I’m busy.”

An elbow jabs at his ribs as you continue to scrub away at the surface, leaning over the edge with the pudgy mound of your pussy swaying against his cock and balls with a tantalising momentum.

Before you know it, the bottle is yanked out of your hand and chucked against the wall. The towel clutched between your fingers meets the same fate, ripped in two by a set of talons and left in shreds on the floor.

“Keigo!” You shriek, already pushing against him as he grips you by the neck. “Get off! What’s wrong with you!”

It’s a rhetorical question, and one he has no interest in answering anyway. Too busy with pulling the silk of your pyjama pants down to your toes, along with those stupidly skinny pieces of sheer string you seem to think pass as underwear. He can already see globs of slick bubbling along the apex of your pussy hole. He grins at the sight, running a bent knuckle through the valley of your puffy folds. At least your body knows what it was made for.

“Keigo, stop!” There’s a hint of panic in your voice, squirming as he squeezes the delicate tendons holding your spine in place. Holding you by the scruff as though you were a bad puppy.

He sighs, flecks of spit flying from his mouth in his crazed revolution. His wings extend behind him as he clutches his throbbing shaft in his palm, swirling and bathing the velvety tip in your cunny juice. “I’m sorry, chickadee. But this is just how it is in the real word.” There’s a solemn silence, a heavy seriousness to the air as though he wasn’t rubbing his pulsating slit against your clit, collecting its oozing wetness for an easier turn of events. “You gotta’ take what you want. Gotta’ just fuck it out. Otherwise, we’d go extinct.” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Wouldn’t we, honey bun?”

“Ngh — !” The edge of the counter jabs at your hip bones, rolling on delicate skin that’s sure to be bruised after the ordeal. Your waist bucks as he smacks his swollen tip against your nervous bud.

“Mmh, this is what you wanted.” He repeats the motion, flicking his wrist faster and faster until his spanking becomes rhythmic, slapping the sluggish weight of his member up and down on your pussy. It’s a strategic move on his part, torturing your poor sensitive clitty so you’ll be all that more grateful when he moves on to the main course. “Oh yeah? You like that?” He coos as your back hunches, unsure as to whether you’re trying to curl into the pleasure or away from the pain.

After collecting a sufficient amount of lubrication, he does the same, practically clambering onto the counter with your spine arched in his hands as though he were some type of feral beast or savage hound, hung and ready to fuck and breed his bitch. He squats over your quaking form, shoving you along the smooth surface until his drooling dick nestles itself neatly between the cleft of your asscheeks, bobbing against your scared twat with his tensed ball-sack swinging closely behind.

It’s a wildly contorted position, but one Keigo insists on nonetheless.

“Agh, I’ve been waiting for this.” He grunts. “I’ve been waiting so fuckin’ long, and you just wouldn’t let me fuckin’ have it.” Pulling and tugging on your swollen labia, he separate your sticky little slit until all that’s left to shield you is the tense ring of muscle defending your hole. “Well, that’s fine by me chickadee.” He slips inside with a breathy chuckle, giggling and chortling to himself even as you yelp in pain. “I’ll just do it myself.”

It’s fast paced with an ill rhythm. There’s no love or care to be felt in his thrusts, just cruel harsh punishment, a means to an end until Keigo gets to pump his babies into your precious womb, fill you with his chicks so you can finally be a family. A proper family.

“Agh, and we can do Christmas, and Halloween, and go to the beach.” The thought is almost arousing to him, motivating him into humping your rear faster. “Won’t that be fun, little bird?”

He can be sure you’re crying, or at least close to it. He pays your silent tears no mind, blaming it on the excitement of your new life taking will.

“Kei, please! I told you, I’m not ready!” You arch your neck to plead with him.

His smile falters, twisting into something much more sinister and lecherous. He clamps a palm over the back of your skull and turns you back to the wall, facing your pitiful expression away from him. “You don’t need to be ready. I’ll do everything for you.” A calm hiss meets yours ear. “All you need to do, is lay back and take it.”

He digs into your stomach, smashing your insides to pieces as you lay paralysed beneath him. Cold marble presses against your forehead, cooling your fever as Keigo claps into you from above, a heavy set of hung balls knocking against you.

“Keigo!” You chant his name, broken as you wail out a string of pained moans.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear.” Keigo practically howls. “Let’s be animals baby!”

The domes of his knees crash down either side of you, evidence of his newly contorted position as he ruts into your cunt, foaming at the mouth where his teeth grind. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck yes. Oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Gonna’ breed this pretty muff full ‘a seed.”

“Keigo, no!”

Funny you seem to think you’re still in charge. After this, you’re never gonna be empty again. He’s gonna stuff you one kid after another and as many as it takes until you become his cute little housewife. The kind that only cooks and cleans and looks after his babies while he’s out working and providing. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together sweet pea.

Keigo belts with laughter as you scream, thrashing and jerking beneath him as he spurts, spraying his seed deep inside your belly and then some. He slips out halfway, looking down to admire the ring of white sewing your gummy crevice together. “Mmh, now that’s what I’m talking about..”

[diwtara]

Sanjis love life can be summed up as a series of one night stands.

Thats never the way he wanted it to be though

He dreams of love, of a real connection, of building a home.

But it seems everytime he finds someone, all they want to do is fall into bed with him, then ghost.

He would almost convince himself that hes just bad at sex, but sometimes one of his ex's will text him, make it clear theyre not looking for anything serious just another 'fun night'.

So hes not a bad lover, just unlovable

He hates himself for everytime he agrees to meet back up with one of them. Eventually, when being seen as no more than a warm body begins to wear him down, when it begins to hurt to much to continue on, he will block that persons number, vow not to fall back into such a self destructive pattern.

Until he does.

Over and over.

When he meets Luffy and his friends, well, its not the type of love Sanji has always been searching for, but with them theres a connection and its real.

And from Luffy, Sanji meets Zoro. Their friendship may be unusual, but its there. Its there with their shared looks of exasperation at Luffys antics, its there through their bickering, its there in their shared silences.

Until Zoro goes and asks him out.

Sanji is pre-emptively hurt by this. He thought they got along -in their own unique way- but now he knows Zoros just going to be another person to take a tumble in his sheets, then forget about Sanji entirely. Maybe take all their other friends with him when he leaves.

Still, Sanji says yes. As painful as it will end, as it always ends, Sanji knows he wont ever get what he longs for if he doesnt grasp at any chance hes shown.

They go on a few dates. Zoro is not the most romantic person by any standard. But they have fun, they talk, they get lost, they get to know each other.

Its the fourth or fifth date when after walking Sanji home Zoro says goodnight, makes a face, darts in to smush their lips together, says 'goodnight' again and takes off at a brisk pace. It leaves Sanji standing stunned for a good minute. When he wraps his head around their first kiss he cant help but laugh fondly over how adorable and awkward Zoro can apparently be.

Its a few more dates after that when Sanji starts to get antsy. Zoro has never pushed for more, theyve only shared a few chaste kisses, but Sanji knows. He knows either he sleeps with Zoro and he loses him. Or he doesnt sleep with him, Zoro gets bored and Sanji loses him.

So after their next date Sanji brings him home. Bring Zoro to his room.

Its intense.

Zoro watches him, studies what Sanji likes. Makes himself vulnerable too.

Sanji has never had sex like it before, cant imagine having an experience like it with anyone else.

And in the morning Zoros still there. Snoring away beside him.

Sanji knows that that doesnt have to mean anything.

He cooks breakfast and Zoro wanders into the kitchen half asleep. But Sanji knows, once Zoro has some food, once hes a little more awake, the man will leave.

But he doesnt.

They spend half the day together, Sanji spending it in a confused daze.

They go out on more dates.

Zoro holds his hand in public.

Presses a kiss to Sanjis temple and only waves off their friends teasing when he does.

Its the morning after the third time they spend a night together when Sanji finally breaks down.

The early morning light is soft through his curtains. Zoro is snoring spread out beside him, and Sanji, sitting up, starring at him, bursts into tears.

Zoro wakes up confused, tries to ask whats wrong, but Sanji is sobbing too hard to explain. Not that Sanji would even know what to say.

So Zoro wraps his arms around him, pulls Sanji in close. Rubs soothing circles on his back and tells him "I've got you. I've got you."

And thats when it hits him.

Thats when Sanji knows; Zoros planning on staying

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Thinking bout free use w/ Wooyoung

WARNINGS : dom!woo, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, pussy slapping, degradation, somnophilia, spanking (yk I'm never gonna miss this), dacryphilia, mean woo, husband! Woo in one scenario, oral, fingering, riding.

WORD COUNT : 1k-ish

Just the thought of free use with woo makes my mind go brr like-

♡FEEDBACKS AND REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED♡

[NSFW UNDER CUT]

Free use with Wooyoung where his hands slide down your sleepy body, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth at the sight of your body dressed in nothing but his white t-shirt. He glides up your shirt, revealing the sight of your bare ass to him as you had slept on your stomach. He isn't very shocked by the absence of your panties but his dick surely gets harder at the sight.

His thumb slips in between your inner thigh, directly pressing down on your hole. The action makes you moan in your sleep and you try to wriggle your hips out of his grip, but you were too sleepy to actually get away from him. And Wooyoung took all the advantage of that fact.

His thumb which pressed down at your hole now rubbed harsh circles over it. Wooyoung was quite surprised at how you weren't awake by now, while wetness seeped out of you quickly.

Without another thought, he flips you into your back, rapidly pulling you out of your dream. You can barely get your mind out of the haziness when his fingers rub your clit like his life depended on it. Your legs immediately try to close around his hand only for him to slap your clit. You cry out in pain and pleasure, your hands already looking to hold onto his arm. Wetness seeps out of you at his harsh touch, "Woo- aah" You try to get words out of you but all you could do was let out pathetic moans. Wooyoung's middle finger slips in and out of you out of the blue, thrusting at a fast pace.

Your back arches off the bed, your legs closing around his hand due to the pleasure. "Daddy- hnngh- gonna cum" Just as you utter out those words, he retracts his hand from in between your thighs. You unconsciously let out a pathetic cry at that, "no no no, daddy please-"

Your words get caught in your throat and choked sob escapes you when his hand lands a sharp slap onto your clit. "Barely awake and look at you begging to cum like a slut, fucking pathetic"

Free use with Wooyoung where he comes home after a long day of practice and finds you in the kitchen, with bright images of making out scenes playing on your phone screen. Someone would confuse it with porn, especially with the way you had completely paused your cooking and stood there, rubbing your thighs together slightly, mouth agape at the way the actors moved their bodies over each other.

Wooyoung tchs behind you, walking closer to stop right behind your back. His semi-hard dick poking at your cheeks, while his arms find home around your waist, trapping you against his chest.

And before you know it his hands push you down onto the kitchen counter, holding your neck in a tight grip in one hand while his other caresses your hip.

"Is this what my baby has been doing all the time when I thought she just wants to be a good wife and cook me a lovely meal?"

He whispers into your ear, his low whispers sending your brain into a frenzy. "No! I was just-" Before you could get any excuse, his hands slide your shorts down before sneaking between your thighs. "Shhh baby, lemme make you feel good yea? How about you just looking pretty and moaning for me instead of your useless excuses?"

And soon he finds himself down on his knees, his nose pressing down against your hole while his tongue lapped on your clit furiously. His hands spread your cheeks, giving himself more access to abuse your cunt with tongue. You desperately try to hold on to the other end of the kitchen counter, while your knees bucked up threatening to give out.

Noticing that Wooyoung grips your thighs and places them on his shoulder in a weird posture, almost suffocating himself between your thighs. Just the way he liked it.

Free use with Wooyoung where he has you curled up on his lap while he plays games, and out of nowhere he's moving away from the desk, waking you up from your slumber. His hands meet your hips to make you grind down on him harshly. He moves the oversized shirt you were wearing out of his sight to reveal your panties. "W-what are you doing?"

He nuzzles his nose into your neck once he finally settles his fingers inside you after moving your panties out of the way. "Mhm just wanted to feel you clench around my fingers my pretty baby, how about you go back to sleep while I make you cum?"

Well obviously he wasn't serious, how could you ever get a wink of sleep with his thick fingers plunged deep inside you while you clenched unintentionally around his fingers. "Gosh I just want to be inside you right now"

And before you know it, his hands are gripping your hips ever so harshly almost leaving behind fingerprints. All while he bounces you down onto his cock, "Aww I'm so sorry for waking my baby up." And you could clearly see there wasn't a single ounce of guilt in the man, while buckled up into you at an animalistic pace.

Free use with Wooyoung where he slowly parts your legs while you try to stay focused on the movie you had been watching with him. But soon whimpers filled the room as his fingers teased your bare clit, your shorts and panties discarded onto the floor. "Mhm How's the movie baby? You like it?" You could barely manage to think straight from your giddy brain while his fingers pistoned in and out of you.

But a harsh slap to your ass has you scrambling to get your mind straight to answer him. "Y-Yes daddy!"

Your voice comes out almost high pitched and Wooyoung can't help but smirk at how sensitive you were for him always, no matter at what time of the day he touches your body like he owned it. Well he did.

[rkvriki]

domestic moments with them

im back HA. ngl this has been on my drafts for longer than i would like to admit but anyways. enhas new tour how are we feeling :/ ugh. hope you enjoy this!!!!

make sure to leave feedback! my requests are closed and my talk box is always open so lets talk!

WARNINGS ! mentions of food? playful arguing in heeseungs; non-sexual bath in sunoo's, i think that all!

word count: 1.3k

LEE HEESEUNG ! – game nights

we all know heeseung loves gaming and obviously he would love it if you were keen on it as well and if you weren’t he would try to slowly introduce you to it. he would be all excited when he got a free day to spend with you. he hits you up with texts to tell you he’s coming over and before you know it he’s by your door with his hands full of your favourite snacks and sodas. you would set blankets and pillows up on the floor so you could both sit comfortably while playing. heeseung tried not to be competitive with you when you both started dating but after you were together for a while he would get all worked up with you. if you were playing 1v1 against each other he would do anything to win and if he lost he would be so pouty. if you were playing online he would be screaming orders at you making you scream back at him. in the end you both ended up cuddling while eating the rest of the snacks and would laugh at both of your previous behaviors. 

rest under the cut !

PARK JONGSEONG ! – cooking together

if i’m not wrong this is probably the second time i write about this and i will never shut up about it!  jay loves cooking and he loved cooking, especially for you even more. so when you join him in his favourite hobby he is so happy. he would cook the main course while you would bake some dessert for you two. both of you would be busy, most of the time in silence only exchanging a few words while easy-listening tunes played from his speaker in the background. while he let something cook he would sneakily come behind you and hug you, his arms circling your waist, making you turn your head around to leave a kiss on his lips. the kitchen would be filled with the comforting smell of food, making both of your stomachs grumble in hunger. after everything was done you would decorate the dining table with candles and your best cutlery, while jay would plate the food neatly. you two would have a candlelit dinner, talking and laughing with each other, something you both treasured so much since these moments were rare due to jay’s career.

SIM JAEYUN ! – breakfast in bed

jake isn’t really an early bird and it’s rare for him to wake up early but sometimes when he does, he’ll sneakily walk to the kitchen to prepare you some good breakfast or brunch. he’ll try his best to cook for you even though he’s not the best cook in the world. the only things being heard in the kitchen would be the sizzling of the pan and his silent curses when he burns himself. the smell of bacon and pancakes would fill your small kitchen. he would be pacing back and forth looking for all kinds of ingredients in your counters and drawers. jake would prepare you such fancy coffee adding all kinds of toppings and adding things to give the drink some extra flavour. he would put everything nicely on a tray and would carefully walk to the bedroom, trying to keep everything from falling. you were already awake when jake came in smiling fondly at you, seeing you rub the sleep of your eyes. you both would eat silently on the bed as the sun hit right on your window.

PARK SUNGHOON ! – dancing in the living room

this one is just me projecting my own fantasies. sunghoon would be on his day off and whats better than spending it with you whom he missed so much? you two would be in your living room, just talking about random topics, laughing with each other, but it was mostly you updating him on the latest gossips from work colleagues. you had ordered some snacks and they were all almost gone. you both started complaining about still being hungry so you grabbed your phone to order more. before putting your phone down you got up to turn your speaker on and connected it to your phone. soft jazzy tunes started sounding in the room, changing the room's atmosphere to a more romantic one. you turned to look at sunghoon and extended your hand to him, making him laugh at you but hold it nonetheless as he got you. you wrapped your arms around his neck and you both started swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the music. you laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he ran his hands up and down your back.

KIM SUNOO ! – bubble bath

self-care is a must for both you and sunoo. starting with skincare. you wouldn’t even need to buy any because, oh! did sunoo buy something for him? don’t worry, he got two of it so he could give you one. you would have a whole shelf full of products, almost full to the brim. every time sunoo and you had a sleepover you would always do full self-care, watching movies with face masks type of thing. but when you were both feeling a little extra you both would do everything to turn your bathroom in a full spa room. candles of all scents would be lit on each corner of the bathtub. bath bombs already spreading in the warm water along with flower petals you neatly scattered in there. you both put face masks on your faces before grabbing some fancy drink (wine) and getting in the water on opposite sidea. you both would sigh in unison, feeling your bodies relax under the warmth embracing both of you.

YANG JUNGWON ! – pottery at home

i can’t stop thinking about jungwon’s vlog. the first time he saw you after making some pottery he was so happy to tell you about it and you both agreed to try and do it at home one day. so one day jungwon came over to your house with a bag full of cheap kid’s paint and clay. you both put old sheets on the floor to avoid staining it and put an old kitchen towel on the table. after putting on some old clothes you both started playing around with the clay. soon enough your table was a mess full of brown water, stained from the clay. both of your faces dirty with dry clay from both of you rubbing it in each other’s faces. none of you had done a single useful thing out of it, multiple things in weird shapes were laid out on your table. every time any of you made something you would show it to the other laughing at the lack of skill put in the piece of art. even though jungwon tried to follow the rules he had when he went to do pottery professionally he gave it all and ended up just playing around with you.

 NISHIMURA RIKI ! – picnics at home

time alone with you is one of the most precious things for ni-ki. it’s so rare for him to have the smallest amount of time with you so he tries to make every minute of his day off with you enjoyable. but as we all know it’s complicated for you to have outdoor dates and you both have expressed your desire to go on a picnic together near the river, but it all stays wistful wishes that need to be postponed for a far future. so you and ni-ki stick with your at-home dates that you love more than anything. you both would take everything that was placed in the centre of your living room and you would decorate it with checkered picnic blankets and place vases and plants around just for the sake of it. you would even prepare a little basket with all the food you made for both of you. you two would enjoy it so much, both of your hearts filled with warmth as you enjoyed each other's company.

[loveemii]

𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐉𝐨𝐛

warnings: bj, moaning, curse words on ino’s part, etc.

- enjoy \(^o^)/ ꨄ

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𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒐:

it was around 11 pm when tanjiro came back home from his mission, he opened the door and sighed of tiredness. turning his back and closing the door, he closed his eyes for a minute while he rested himself leaning on the door.

you had just came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your body, wet hair making droplets on the floor as you walked over to see your boyfriend.

“Hey Tanjiro! Your back, and umm, you seem, uh. Tired. How about I run you a warm bath before you lay down?”

a warming smile was plastered onto your face at the sight of tanjiro, he just shook his head and slowly opened his eyes darting them towards you in a lustful manor.

this was enough to make you blush and get a little nervous, looking down at tanjiro there was a huge bulge in his pants. you looked up at him with a somewhat shocked face turned into a cheeky one.

you dropped the towel that was covering your naked body and kneeled down on it with both knees, undoing his uniform belt and dropping his pants to the ground leaving him with his boxers left dividing you from his hard throbbing penis.

tanjiro sighed with a whine as you removed his boxers and placed your tongue over the tip of his cock. swirling it around the shaft then putting your mouth deeper over his length. bobbing your head back and forth keeping a slow yet steady pace was enough to have him rocking his hips making his dick go deeper into your mouth.

“M-mm~ Y/n-”

his hard wet penis fucking into your mouth as you gagged on it a few times had him over the edge about to cum. arching your back he stared at your ass in front of him as he looked at your mouth around his cock was just about to get him off when you held his left hand with your right. he held your right hand with his left and squeezed it as he came inside your mouth.

“Tch- mm~”

removing your mouth you looked up at him who was blushing like crazy, cum on the side of your lip he kissed you with a string of saliva connecting your lips.

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𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒂:

coming through the door was an annoyed and angry boyfriend, your eyes watched him in shock as he kind of slammed the door closing it shut.

as he sat on the couch kicking his feet up on the small table in front of him you went over and sat down next to him, you tried to run a finger through his hair but he moved your hand away.

“What’s wrong Inosuke? Not a good mission?”

“Leave me alone.”

there was some worry in your eyes as you tried to sit closer to inosuke, but he got up instead and walked to the kitchen and leaned over one of the chairs letting his head hang low.

“Ino, you can’t hide your anger. Not from me. So, what’s going on?”

you said in a low tone as you walked over to him rubbing a hand over his broad shoulder, he looked up at you, head still hanging low, ino then pushed your head down making you fall to your knees.

while he unbuckled his uniform belt, you found a hair tie around your wrist and quickly tied your hair up in a messy ponytail, as you did his boxers were already off and out spring his huge hard penis. dark eyes looking into his bright green ones making this face of anger yet lust.

as his pre cum made an entrance you moved your tongue in circles around his tip before doing the same to the rest of his length. covering your whole mouth over his dick and bobbing your head at a slow pace had him wanting more already, hate absolutely HATES it when you tease him.

“F-fuck~!”

inosuke’s hand made it’s way to your hair and tugged it with each movement you made had him already to cum, he had wanted to wait though so he removed his cock from your mouth watching saliva and his pre cum fall to your bottom lip, he moved his thumb to your face and cleaned it off, watching as he stroked himself a little before putting his penis back inside your mouth.

all the way in making you gag and get teary eyes, inosuke began to thrust inside your mouth at a faster pace, meanwhile you bobbing your head at the same pace he was moving to. helping him get off even faster cupping his balls in one of your hands and massaging them thoroughly and soft. he let out a hot groan as he whined.

“Shit! A-ahhh~”

throwing his head back as his thrusts became faster then slower and sloppier, he came inside your mouth making you swallow it all, as he removed himself from your mouth a few drops left hit the floor, ino just watched you swallow the rest of his cum while he put his uniform back on.

blush taking over both your faces you got up and held his hand, he let you and kissed your forehead.

“Was I too rough? I’m sorry.”

inosuke apologized in a low raspy husky tone, looking down off to the side, you moved his face towards you and kissed his cheek shaking your head side to side after.

“No, you weren’t.”

he then grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, you kissed him back.

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𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒂:

rushing through the front door was your frightened boyfriend who had fear written all over his face. he shut the door fast behind him and took a deep breath in before closing his eyes. his eyes darted to you who was sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner, walking over to you he sighed in relief.

“Soo uh, what happened on the mission? You seemed really scared.”

tears formed in his eyes as he thought back to the mission he just came home from, coming behind you in the chair zenitsu wrapped his arms around your neck letting his hands dangle down to your chest as he cried into the crook of your neck.

“Y/n! It was a scary~! You’ll never believe it!!”

zenitsu pleaded on, but you could only try and think of ways to calm him down, a thought came to mind and he hasn’t had one of these in a while. blow job, he goes absolutely WILD for it.

“Zenitsu-”

“And then Tanjiro saved me!”

as you got up moving his hands and arms off of you he stood there quiet as he just stared at you sniffing with puffy red eyes aching. he put his hands together playing with them.

“Y/n? I-is something wrong?”

“Go sit on the couch.”

“B-but why..?”

“I said sit on the couch.”

you said in a stern yet seducing tone, he just nodded his head as blush filled his whole body. he was a little stiff cause he was nervous, as she sat on the couch you kneeled down in front of him and he knew what was going to happen as you unbuckled his uniform belt, pulling his pants down right after, and his boxers as well. he lifted his hips up to help as he stroked himself a few times before to smother his pre cum around his already rock hard dick.

“Shh, just relax ok? Don’t be so stiff. And I wanna hear you, don’t be quiet.”

zen just nodded as he blushed at his exposed self in front of you, moving your mouth closer to his cock you wrapped your lips around it already very slowly moving your head back and forth.

“Mm~ Y-Y/n! G-go faster p-please~”

he whined as he slowly began to move his hips up into your mouth trying to be gentle as possible. tears drying on his cheeks from earlier, his nose becoming clearer at the smell of this whole situation.

bobbing your head back and forth at a faster face had him thrusting his hips up faster into your mouth, he always came fast but it would just mean he can go a second round and maybe another.

zenitsu moaned as he grabbed your hand pushing it down into the couch while he squeezed it, you gagging a few times when he fucked your mouth deeper and deeper.

tears left his eyes as well as yours as you bobbed your head even faster as he did the same with his thrusts, they soon became sloppy and slower and slower as he came inside your mouth, some spilling off your chin and onto the couch along on his thighs making a mess to clean up.

“M-mm Y/n~! G-god~~!”

you removed your mouth as zenitsu’s hard penis now became soft and used, he sighed as he threw his head back onto the couch, you caught your breath and with your free hand you moved some of his hair away from his eyes.

zen blushed hard as he looked down at you, lips full of his cum with some still on your tongue. he leaned down as you leaned up to kiss him, he kissed you back tasting himself as he did so.

how filthy yet so delicious at the sight of your fucked out face.

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hi i hoped you enjoyed this! a special ff for celebrating 1,000 etc.. likes of my Kamaboko Trio receiving a Hand Job! thank you all so much for the love and support <33

- please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, thank you

[moonwalkingprincess]

Hailee gets a boyfriend

Summary: Marshall freaks out when he sees teenage Hailee kissing a boy, y/n calms him down.

Pairing: Marshall Mathers x singer reader

Written by chatGPT

The late afternoon sun spilled golden light across the kitchen, where Hailee sat at the table with Evan, textbooks open but untouched. Their "study session" had quickly devolved into whispered jokes, giggles, and long gazes.

"You know," Hailee said, smirking as she closed her book, "we’re not gonna learn much if you keep looking at me like that."

Evan laughed softly, leaning closer. "Can you blame me?"

Their lips met in a slow, soft kiss. One turned into two, and then into something deeper. Hailee let herself relax into it, forgetting the world around her for a moment—until—

SLAM.

The front door flew open. Hailee jolted, pulling away from Evan like she'd been hit by lightning.

Footsteps thundered down the hall, and then—

"Yo, what the f—"

Marshall stood in the doorway, his icy blue eyes locked onto Evan like a sniper. The room dropped ten degrees.

Hailee’s stomach dropped. “Dad—”

"You." Marshall pointed at Evan like death itself. "Get your ass up. And out."

Evan blinked, stunned. “Wait, what? Who—?”

"I said leave," Marshall snarled, stepping forward with that unmistakable walk—chest up, shoulders squared. “or you will meet Slim Shady”

That’s when it hit Evan.

His face drained of color. “Wait... no way. No freaking way. You’re Eminem?!”

Marshall just glared.

Evan turned to Hailee, panicking. “You didn’t tell me your dad was Eminem!”

“I didn’t want you to like me because of that,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “Guess I was right.”

Marshall stepped between them. “Out. Now.”

Evan didn’t even grab his backpack—just bolted for the door, almost tripping over himself.

Once the door slammed shut behind him, Marshall turned on Hailee.

“You're grounded... For till college.”

Hailee's jaw dropped. "For till college?"

“For till college!!” he thundered again, hands gesturing wildly like the words themselves deserved their own beat drop.

Hailee scoffed, trying not to smile. “That’s not even grammatically correct.”

Marshall glared. “Neither is ‘kissing your boyfriend in my kitchen.’”

She sighed, plopping down into the chair with a dramatic eye-roll. “We weren’t doing anything serious.”

“You were doing enough to get yourself grounded for four years,” he said, pacing like he was gearing up to write a diss track about the situation.

Hailee peeked up at him. “You really scared him.”

“I should. He was in my house, touching my daughter."

She scoffed "what are you gonna do, rap a diss track about him?"

"Yeah, maybe.." he said with a teasing smile. Hailee made out an irritating groan, walked up to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

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The bedroom was quiet, save for the hum of the distant street outside and the soft rhythm of Marshall’s breathing. The sheets were tangled around their legs, the air warm and heavy with the aftermath of shared heat and soft moans. Y/N lay against Marshall’s chest, her fingers drawing lazy circles on his skin, his arm wrapped loosely around her waist other one playing with her ear.

y/n was a pop singer, she was in the same music industry as him, that's how they met. They collabarated once. and She loved how calm it was now—peaceful, even. For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. No stage. No press. No expectations. Just them.

Until...

"Hailee kissed a boy in my kitchen." Marshall’s voice broke the silence, gruff and low, like gravel being rolled over velvet.

Y/N blinked. “Seriously?” She pulled her head back to look at him. “We just had sex and that’s where your brain went?”

He shrugged, but his jaw tensed. "It’s been bothering me."

"Clearly," she muttered, brushing her hair out of her face.

"I also... may... have told Hailee I was gonna write a diss track about him.”

Y/N blinked, lifting her head up from his chest. “Wait, what?”

Marshall looked a little too proud. “Yeah. And I might’ve said I’d bring Slim Shady out if he didn’t get the hell outta my house.”

She slowly sat up, hair falling over her shoulder as she stared at him. “Marshall…”

“What?” he asked, almost innocent. “Kid was kissing her in the kitchen. My kitchen.”

“Oh my God,” she said, rubbing her forehead. “Please tell me that’s not all.”

He hesitated, then added casually, “And I grounded her.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “For how long?”

“…For till college.”

She gave him look. “For till college?”

Marshall smirked. “For. Till. College.”

Y/N stared at him in stunned silence for a bit. “Let me get this straight. You stormed into the kitchen, threatened to go Slim Shady mode on a teenager, told your daughter you were gonna write a diss track about her boyfriend, grounded her for the next four years—and then came to bed and had sex with me like none of that happened?”

His smirk faltered.

“…Yes?”

y/n rolled her eyes and grabbed her nose into frustration.

"But this is is different." He says, pointing at you and him.

"How?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow.

He paused. "I'm a grown man, you're a grown woman and we know about the consequences. She doesn't!"

Y/N rolled her eyes and flopped back onto the pillows. “You’re such a dad. You flip out when she has a boyfriend but forget you’re not exactly setting the purest example, Em.”

He groaned and threw an arm over his face. “So what, I’m not allowed to be protective now?”

"You are, but maybe instead of threatening to unleash Slim Shady, you should try talking to her like a person. Like her dad." She turned on her side, tracing her finger along his chest again. “You’re mad. I get that. But she’s growing up, babe. You gotta let her talk to you, not just fear the wrath of Eminem.”

He stayed quiet for a beat.

Then: “I hate when you make sense.”

Y/N smirked. “I know. It’s part of my charm.”

Marshall sighed again, but this time it was softer. More thoughtful.

“Fine,” he mumbled. “I’ll talk to her.”

Y/N leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Good. And maybe next time, knock before storming into the kitchen. No one wants to see that face that angry.”

He chuckled. “Hey, that face that’s sold millions of albums.”

She snorted. “And traumatized one teenage boy who now knows who your daughter is.”

They both laughed, and for once, the tension melted away. Until, of course, the next boy shows up.

[fcthots]

Getting mad at Jason, so he can't touch you, he's gotta watch while you touch yourself and maaaaaybe if he's lucky, you'll let him have your soaked undies after you're done. (If you don't he'll prolly just wait till you leave and lick the wet spot on the bed while taking care of himself)

I HAVE CLASS IN FIFTEEN MINUTES. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FOCUS WHEN I’LL BE THINKING AB YOUR ASK???

Jason had a shitty day. He was pacing around the kitchen, on the phone with Oracle because Black Mask had found a way to smuggle in drugs laced with all kinds of shit under everyone’s noses. They’d been going back and forth for while before he heard your voice from the living room.

“What should I order for dinner?”

He didn’t respond, Babs was saying something about financial records and where Black mask may have gone to. He heard your voice overlapping hers again.

“If you don’t answer, I’m just gonna order BatBurger.”

He didn’t mean to snap. He didn’t. He was just stressed and too much was going on. He didn’t mean to snap, but you could hear his voice from the living room. “I don’t care!”

He didn’t hear you respond. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as he started walking towards the living room. “Babs, I gotta go. Talk later. Bye.” He steps into the room and sees you laying on the couch. You’re staring at him, face unreadable. “I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean to snap. BatBurger is fine.”

Your face becomes gentle. “‘S okay, darlin. I didn’t know you were on the phone.”

“But it’s not okay. I yelled at you!”

“It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s not fine-”

“You’re stressed, right?” He watches the gears turn behind your eyes.

“Yes but that’s not an excuse-”

“You wanna feel like we’re even?”

He raises an eyebrow and nods his head, unsure of where this is going. He opens his mouth but you cut him off again.

“Come with me.” You get up and grab his hand as you lead him to the bedroom. You push him so he’s leaning against the wall looking at the bed.

You walk toward the bed and climb onto it, taking your shirt off as you lay back against the pillows. “Wanna know what your punishment is?” He nods his head, eyes still looking at you skeptically. You smile. “I’m gonna touch myself and you’re gonna watch me. You can’t talk and no touching me or yourself until after I’m done. And who knows, if you’re good I might give you my underwear after, but only if you’re good.”

He looks promptly horrified. You ignore it as you slip your bra and pants off and begin to make a show of playing with your tits. Soon enough, you trail one hand down and use it to begin massaging your clit over your underwear. You lock eyes with him as you moan and a visible wet spot slacks through your panties. He’s already straining against his pants.

He lays his hands flat against the wall as if to stop himself from reaching out. You push your panties to the side and begin making a show of slowly circling your clit, whining and gasping until his eyes are boring into you. You’re beginning to get lost in your own pleasure.

You make sure he has a good angle as you spread your lower lips and sink two fingers in, trying you gather your slick. You watch him move away from the wall and approach where you are on the bed. You think about stopping him, but you’re too lost in the moment and, technically, you never said he couldn’t get closer.

He gently grabs the hand that’s fingers were buried in your pussy. He draws the fingers out and brings them to his lips. He moans as he puts your fingers in his mouth and swirls his tongue around them.

You remove your hand, despite the way it turned you on. “Ah ah ah. I said no touching. Against the wall.”

“But-”

“No talking either. Looks like someone won’t be getting these when I’m done.” You take off your underwear and continue to massage your clit, your slick dripping onto the bed.

The way his gaze is locked on your writhing form begins to throw you over the edge. Your hand speeds up and you whine his name. His breathing becomes heavier and your movements become erratic as you see his hands clench into fists before you close your eyes.

After you come, you watch him through half-lidded eyes.

He finally speaks. “Can I talk now?” You nod your head and get up. He continues. “Please. Wanna taste you. Let me put my face between your thighs, please-”

“Nope.” You pick up your underwear off the floor, making sure he can’t get it. You smile. “Now we’re even. Have fun, Jay.” You walk out the door and into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

And if you see him fucking himself after while he licks your slick off the bed, well, who doesn’t enjoy a good show?

[futterurl]

mike x reader. ik that man whines and begs in bed 👀 i’ll let you take it from there

ohhh my god you already know that man is so submissive and breedable

WARNINGS: fem!reader, oral(f!receiving), p in v, sub!mike, riding

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you and mike took things very slow when you first became an item

you would go on cute dates, spend time with abby, kiss him every now and then, all that stuff

you would watch abby whenever he had to take night shifts, which he was truly grateful for

he didn’t have the money, and he knew you wouldn’t accept it anyway. he was determined to make it up to you

you guys hadn’t done anything sexual yet in the relationship, not really getting to that point yet

once you came home one day after dropping abby off to school, that all changed.

he was in the kitchen, reading something, then his eyes turned to you, watching you fall onto the couch

he walked over and sat himself next to you, rubbing your cheek

you talked to him for awhile about how hard it was to stay up all night, and you had no idea how he did it at his job

he looked at you, serious face

“what’s wrong, mike?” you asked.

he got off the couch, knees on the ground, looking up to you.

“i need to make this up to you” he stated

you had no idea where this was going, but you didn’t want him to feel bad about his circumstances. you were doing this out of your love for him

“mike-”

“please let me go down on you”

what

you sat there, brain barely functioning at what he just said. had you heard him correctly?

“what…?” you started, to which he cut you off

“you always do so much for me, and i know we’re together and stuff, but it still isn’t right. i want to- no, i need to make this up to you. i want to make you feel good. please. let me make you feel so fucking good.”

your thighs clenched against each other. you were getting turned on by this, but you were still hesitant

“please, i want to do this. let me make you see fucking stars”

“okay, mike. o..only if you really want to.” you said, getting excited

he was so quick to take your sweats off, looking at your lace panties

“so beautiful, you always wear these? why didn’t i do this earlier?”

he slowly took them off, wasting no time before kissing your thighs all over

he got closer and closer to where you needed him most, his pace going agonizingly slow

“please, mike…” you pleaded

he obliged, kissing your clit

he started to practically make out with your sopping cunt. your legs wrapped around his shoulders as his tongue ran up and down your folds

he was getting sloppy with it, running his tongue vigorously on your clit

and this man

he was letting out fucking breathy whimpers while he was eating you out

it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen: he was whimpering and borderline moaning as he started to tongue fuck you

he made sure you had the best orgasm of your life. he really did make you see fucking stars

now fast forward a few weeks

you guys had gotten more comfortable with being intimate

one night you both decided to go all the way

he sat on the bed, you straddling his hips, clothes on the floor

“please, put it in, can’t take it anymore. need to feel your tight cunt.” he begged

and who were you to say no to your man

you took him inside you, sinking onto his length at an agonizing slow pace

he made sure you went slow

he didn’t want it to hurt for you; he knew he was pretty big

but fuck, he just wanted to pound into you

the moans started, him letting out heavenly noises as your hips met his

he held your hips, rubbing circles by your hip bones

he was trying to help you, but was really trying to refrain from busting in seconds

once you started moving it was game over

you had him wrapped around your finger

he wanted to stay in your pussy forever, your walls fit him like a glove

“please, more, please, fuck”

he moaned incoherent babbles every time your hips met his

his hips would occasionally thrust up, succumbing to the pleasure

“g-gonna cum soon, please let me cum. please.” he was begging at this point

you sped up your bouncing, trying to take him all the way with every single thrust

he was digging his nails into your hips

“cumming, cumming, FUCK”

he shouted your name as he released spurts of cum into your cunt, followed by so many ‘thank you’s’

you came soon after

he held you, both of you breathing heavy

all he would say was thank you

you ran your fingers through his hair. you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend

[cakesfunhouse]

HELLO!!! HERES A A VERY VERY LAZY THING I WROTE FOR YOUR BUNKER AU REAL QUICK, A DAYDREAM I HAD LOLLL ITS LATE SORRY

!!!! charades, sun & y/n

mute y/n + language barrier obvs, but y/n understands a little now after being with the boys for some time, they’ve been proud human owners for about five or six months now hehe

the prompt: y/n lately has been trying really hard to communicate with the boys, a recent development <3

currently sun is fixing y/n their lunch, today it’s something simple

he still can’t get over how tiny the portions he has to make for them, so cute

behind him, y/n has been slowly pacing in circles for awhile with a far off look on their face, having trailed in the kitchen after him like a duckling

sun takes notice after a few moments and watches in mild curiosity before asking y/n what they’re doing

it takes y/n a minute to stop and look at him, not realizing they were being spoken to at first and looks up and stares at him like a cutie

“whats wrong, sweet thing?” sun repeats

y/n looks down for a second afterwards, he guesses thinking to themselves based on the way they ever so slightly scrunch up their cute little face before miming sleeping by putting their hands together by their cheek like the way moon does and then pointing at sun, then staring up at sun expectantly again

sun hums thoughtfully, offering a soft smile down at them as he bends his knees and rests his hands on his thighs “are you tired, sunshine?”

they pause before repeating the gestures again, not tired it seems. he watches patiently, then makes a display of thinking to himself. glancing up off to the side and putting a finger to the edge of his faceplate as if he had a chin before returning his attention back to them

“moon?”

they frown and look to the floor, staring at the cracks between the tiles

he gives a small “hm,” before continuing

“you want to know where moon is?”

he’s about to clarify when his sunshine abruptly puts their arms up to form an ‘x’ in front of their chest and and shakes their head before shuffling closer and tugging on the end of his pant leg a few times with both hands in the way that makes them lean back as they try to dig their heels in the ground, but the tiles of the kitchen just make them slide in their little socks, looking over their shoulder while they do so. they let go after the third tug and run off elsewhere in the house out of sight

confused, sun follows after them in the direction they had headed, quickly finding them waiting at the threshold of the living room, peeking around the lip of the wall, upon seeing sun come towards them they run off again, but not out of sight this time. they walk up to the coffee table situated in front of the couch, fingering at the edges of one of its drawers and pulling hard to drag the drawer out, sun reaches out to help them as he walks up to them but they’ve already pulled it out and are now climbing up it and into it

he kneels down by the drawer and watches curiously as they rummage around in there, eventually they try to drag out a notepad and push it up onto the surface of the coffee table with a loose crayon under their arm, visibly struggling to do so though so sun gently takes the notebook from them with one hand and scoops them up in the other and places them onto the coffee table surface

after righting themselves a bit and smoothing out their clothes they untuck the crayon from under their arm, oversized in their hands being as small as they are, they go to the notepad, carefully getting down on to their knees and start drawing something out

they draw out a simple sun first, glancing back at the sun behind them briefly from over their shoulder as they continue, they put down a plus sign and then beside it they doodle out what looks like someone sleeping with a dream cloud bubble above their head

y/n turns to look at sun for a moment, searching for something in his face, before messily drawing an arrow to the dream cloud, then they stand shifting from foot to foot while they hold onto the crayon

“daydreaming?” he guesses

that seems to be the right answer as they beam up at him and they hop in place in a little circle, they seem quite pleased with themselves that they managed to get the message across

if he had a heart he’s quite sure it would be throughly melted, instead his chassis warms slightly as he watches them, his eyes turn to happy white crescents and chuckling to himself

FHEHDHGDGE that’s all for now, thanks for reading!!!!!

IMMM GONNA BITE YOU????? IM GONNA BITE YOU???????????? THIS IS SO CUUUTEE JKDFSKLF;DGGH

[just1cefor4ll]

Alastor x insomniac!reader

A/N: this one is a bit short since i didn’t really have ideas to make this longer but I think it turned out pretty well! and reader is gender neutral<3

warnings: swearing,mentions of abuse, reader having nightmares, bad grammar

genre: slight angst but mostly fluff :3

summary: reader had nightmares and goes for a walk to the hotels library not many residents know of! And you just happen to come across the radio demon himself

3rd person POV

You stir in your sleep, you’ve been trying to fall asleep for 4 hours now and its currently 3am. You groan and turn towards the clock beside you on the bedside table. You close your eyes and you finally drift off into a slumber.

You wake up in a home, your home from when you were alive. You sit up from the floor you were sitting down and look down. You were a human again and you were sitting in the bathroom. You suddenly hear yelling and banging and you quickly open the bathroom door and run down the stairs, running down the hall to the kitchen. Your eyes widen as you see your father and mother yelling and you back up towards the wall. Your father notices you and starts screaming foul things at you and you try to get out of the room but he grabs a fist full of your hair and pushes you into the kitchen. You curl up into a ball and cry to yourself when you suddenly jolt awake, tears streaming down your face. “Fuck..” You choke out and quickly wipe your tears as you sob and bring your knees to your chest. You look at the time and only 17 minutes passed from when you last fell asleep. You sigh and swing your legs from the bed and go grab some socks. You put them on and leave your room and lock it behind you, putting the keys into your pjs pocket.

You walk down the hall to the elavator and go up to the highest floor where the library is. You’ve never really seen anyone go up there other then Charlie when she brings new books that she things you would be interested in. So it was your quiet spot for when you had a lot on your mind and wanted some time for yourself. You feel the elavator stop so you walk down the dark hallway and open the library doors. They were old and had beautiful rose carvings in it with golden touches here and there. You smile softly at the sight as you walk into the library but your smile drops when you see someone had turned on the light. “Someone is here.” You think to yourself and sigh in annoyance but walk on the old red carpet that was on the library’s floor. The library was big, the center was in a circle shape and had two long halls filled with bookshelves and some seating areas. In the center an old chandelier hung from the ceiling that had beautiful renaissance inspired art with more carvings of roses. It also had two floors full of every book you could think of from the living world and hell aswell.

Your vision was a bit blurry since the light only lit up the center so you quickened your pace when you suddenly saw a familiar pair of red ears. Your breath hitches and you stop and freeze in your place. No you didn’t really have a problem with Alastor but you were quite scared of him to say the least. He was a feared Overlord after all. You look away for a second and look back but you notice the pair of ears disappeared. You look around in a slight panic when you feel a presence behind you. You step back slightly and you hit someones chest and turn around im a swift movement and see the familiar sinister smile that everyone was so scared of.

“Good evening dear, what are you doing up at this ungodly hour?” Alastor asks with his usual grin, putting away the book he was reading that was now long forgotten. He straightens his suit, dusting himself off and looks back at you awaiting your answer. “I um couldn’t sleep, so I just wanted to come here to maybe pass some time.” He hums in acknowledgement and studies your figure like you were his next meal, which wouldn’t surprise you if you were. Your eyes were red and puffy from you crying and you looked quite shaken, still having the nightmare fresh in your mind. “Well I suppose I wont push you to tell me more, how about I read to you so we can pass the time together? Come along now darling I won’t take no for an answer.~” He says turning around to go grab the book he was reading and goes to sit down at one of the many seating areas in the library, expecting for you to follow behind. You sit down next to Alastor, making sure to keep your distance since you knew he was a bit.. how do you put this lightly? Bitchy, when someone invaded his personal space.

He eyes you for a second, opening his mouth to say something but decided against it and opens the book, making sure to start from the beginning so you’re not confused about anything. You listen to him closely, imagining the characters and scenes as if you were in the book yourself. You slowly start to tune him out, your eyes and head feeling heavy as you fight back a yawn. Your head starts to dip to the side and your consciousness starts to slip out of your grasp.

Alastors POV

My ears perk up, when I suddenly feel weight on my lap. I lift the book up a bit and see Y/N laying in my lap. “I guess they finally found peace in their dreams after all.” I think to myself and put the book away, playing with their soft hair. I stop myself and rethink my actions; “Why is it that I don’t mind their touch? Why am I feeling this way? I’m a feared Overlord? Am I perhaps going soft?” I think to myself and look down at the sleeping demon once again. Their soft snores echo slightly through the library and I sigh, smiling softly.

“I’ll let it slide, just this once.” I roll my eyes and pick up the book once again and continue where I left off.

3rd person POV

Charlie walks through the halls of the hotel with seversls books in her hand, Vaggie helping her out not wanting her girlfriend to struggle all by herself. They walk to the elavator and go up to the library. Vaggie raises a brow as she has never really been to this part of the hotel and walks down the hall to the old doors. They open it and walk in, noticing the light was on and see the familair deer demon from a distance. Vaggie rolls her eyes, mumbling some incoherent Spanish words Charlie doesn’t even bother trying to understand, knowing it’s probably just profanities towards Alastor.

As the walk closer they find a familiar demon laying their head on Alastors lap and Vaggie takes out her spear, ready to slit the radio demons throat when suddenly Alastor brings his pointer finger to his lisp, shushing the couple; “Shh, they’ve had a tough night, it’s best if we let the poor dear sleep the day away if they wish.” He says in a hushed tone and grins at the couple, maybe slightly glaring at the angered woman pointing a sharp spear towards him. Charlie nods and fights back her squeals and places the books down carefully in their spots, Vaggie helping her out but still glances your way just in case the sadistic Overlord tries anything. Alastor just stares right back, sometimes even making himself look a bit more terrifying with the radio dials and creepy smile, returning back to normal the moment Charlie looks his way. They leave the room shortly after and you start to wake up from the sound of doos shutting.

You groan a bit and go to sit up when you see you’re not in your room like usual and that you slept a bit too peacefully today. You look up and see the radio demon grinning up at you and you flinch back, almost falling off the coach you were sleeping on a few moments ago.

You yelp and quickly stand up to get away from the man, not wanting to face him after sleeping on him the whole night when he suddenly speaks up; “Don’t be afraid to come find me again when you have trouble sleeping my dear, i’d be more then happy to help you fall asleep once more, maybe make this a routine, hm?” Your breath slightly hitches and you just nod, speed walking away and leave the library, not wanting to be in his presence any longer than you already were.

Alastor smiles to himself, hoping you would take his offer up and that you really would make this a routine.

[rockstarhaechan]

after hours | lee haechan part. 2

pairing: lee haechan x fem!reader

warnings: rockstar hyuck, fwb, smut, cum eating, choking, fingering, oral (m/ receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (do not), overstimulating, breeding kink, rest of nct dream being mentioned, alcohol & drugs, angst, car sex, pet names (doll, love, darling)

summary: haechan and his band mates were having a lot of concerts in your area, you two always hooked up in the after hours of his concerts, recklessly getting drunk and high, you’ve got fucked by the universe when you started to catch feelings for him.

part one ! next part ?

“what are we gonna do when we get home doll?” he asked you as he turned on the engine, waiting for your answer.

“what about round two?” looking at him while grinning, he pressed down on the gas pedal, eyes locking with yours.

“round two sounds great doll” he smiled before looking at the road again while holding your hand.

haechan opened the door for you as you climbed out of his car taking his hand into yours.

it didn’t even take long until your lips reunite with each other, tongues fighting, but haechan won this time, picking you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.

“how are you gonna open the door?” breaking the kiss looking into his eyes, they show pure lust for whatever is gonna happen between the two of you.

“i’m just gonna open the door like a normal person” he laughed while getting the key out of his pocket twisting the lock open guiding you into his home.

haechan hungrily kissed you again, his hands resting on your ass, pulling you closer to him as soft moans were heard in between your kisses.

he carefully walked over to his kitchen, placing you down on the counter as he stood between your spread legs, drawing circles on the inside of your thighs, kisses traveling down your neck stopping at your cleavage.

you can already feel how wet you’ve gotten just by haechan doing his thing on you and as his hand moves even closer to your core you started feeling a tight knot forming in your stomach.

“you’re so needy doll, so wet for me and i already fucked you senseless” he laughed as he inserted two fingers into your dripping cunt.

your mind was blank and you didn’t even noticed how much your body was craving his touch, you fell in love with haechan over the past weeks and you never noticed, not even now as he’s two fingers deep buried inside of you.

“oh fuck hyuck” being the moaning mess you are, trying to close your legs but haechan opened your legs back up with ease, wrapping one hand around your neck, squeezing oh so lightly trying not to hurt you.

haechan liked how rough he could be on you not needing to care about a few bruises or scratches on your body cause it turned you on as much as it turned haechan on.

without any warning he dragged you down from the counter and as soon as your feet got in contact with the ground he turned you around with your back facing him, parting your legs with one of his feet while letting your upper body rest on the countertop.

“you gotta be really quiet doll, don’t want those neighbors to hear you” his voice was soft but you knew he wasn’t gonna be soft on you as you heard his belt being ripped out of his pants and soon felt on your ass cheek letting you breath in harshly with tears forming in your eyes.

haechan unbuttoned his pants before dropping them on the floor with his boxers, pumping himself a few times before lining himself up between your legs, slowly pushing his cock into you.

“fuck doll taking me so well” he groaned while grabbing your ass as he started to move slowly, picking up a faster pace after a few seconds, slamming your hips against the counter each time.

haechan wasn’t going easy on you but you’re still a moaning mess enjoying each and every single moment you two are together.

one of your hands moved to haechan’s hand holding him tightly as you tried to get some words out of your mouth, but almost immediately giving up cause you’re unable to speak properly, tears streaming down your face.

“what’s wrong doll huh?” he asked as his thrusts began to become sloppier and inconsistent as he waited for your answer, giving you a few seconds to breathe.

“g-gonna c-cum fuck” you stuttered, cheek pressing on the counter just when you heard haechan laugh a little, picking up his pace once again, hands digging into your hips almost making you choke on your own spit.

“fuck you wanna come around my dick doll?” he groaned letting out small whimpers as you reached out for his hand once again, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten coming undone around his cock trying to catch your breath.

haechan on the other hand didn’t really care, he slammed his dick into you in an immense pace almost reaching his own peak.

his thrusts were getting faster and sloppier and his groans got louder.

your mind? currently unavailable, haechan fucked you into a new world, leaving you completely breathless with a tear stained face and ruined make up.

“fuck” was all he said before cumming into you, moving back and forth basically fucking his cum back into you.

he turned you around slowly pulling you into a long hug whispering sweet words into your ear, promising you the world which made you fall for him even harder.

haechan did promise you the world a lot, but was he ever doing anything? no he wasn’t but you couldn’t care less, everything he did was perfect for you.

he had no time for a relationship with you yet he still fell for you too, but he would never bother telling you anything about his feelings for you because he rather keeps stuff to himself not wanting to make you worry.

but what if you want to tell him one day? you definitely want more you just don’t know it yet.

[aithusarosekiller]

I know that Dorcas doing on a mad killing spree to destroy voldy after Marlene dies is a popular headcanon and even though I usually don't subscribe to that one because in my head Dorcas doesn't need motivation, she's just like that- I think it would be really cool to imagine a world where she and James both meet up in the middle of their madness driven voldy-hunting and manage to take him down together. Because she had the will but not the means. So...I wrote a little something about James' perspective on the lead up to it where he obtains to means to do it (a horcrux)!

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Specks of saltwater, a small scrap of paper, and a rusted old locket lay in the centre of James' kitchen table waiting to be inspected further by him, but he ignored them and paces up and down the room whispering urgently. He was lucky the boys weren't home or he would've looked mad. Luckily, the tears and yelling had passed a while ago and it was only the anger and confusion that remained.

Kreacher stood obediently at the foot of the table for him to calm down and give an order. Technically he didn't have any true ties to James Potter, but Regulus’ dying wish had been for him to go to James, so he assumed it was on his best interests to listen even if he despised the man and his traitorous family. Gently, James picked up the paper and contributed to walk back and forth while he straightened it out between his fingers.

I'm sorry. it read. Nothing else, just…I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

He swore under his breath and pressed it back down onto the table, flattening it out and continuing to stare at it.

“Why did he even-” With a sigh, James looked over to the house elf to his left. “Kreacher.” The elf looked up in expectation. “Why are you here?”

“Master Regulus ordered it.” He replied, voice steady and trained, if not with a pinch of distaste.

“Yes, I know, but why?” James hissed. “To torment me? To- I don't know, be remembered? What’s the fucking point? I know the story, I know he's dead, what more do you want?” Kreacher remained silent, blinking once.

Giving up, James looked back to the table and snatched up the dripping locket. He turned it over in his hand a few times before clicking his tongue and holding it up for Kreacher to see.

“I still don't get what this is. Why did you bring it to me, why was Regulus so willing to kill himself for it, and why did He so desperately want to hide it?” When Kreacher moved to speak he waved his free hand to cut him off. “Stop, I'm trying to figure it out in my head.” A few moments passed. “This has to be important to Voldemort somehow. How?” Kreacher didn't respond. “Okay, well, if he wanted to hide it, there must be some sort of personal value. If Regulus ordered you to destroy it, it must be pivotal. What does he want the most? Power? No, he wouldn't keep that hidden away…what else?” He began to pace again, Kreacher watching every step he took intently.

“If Voldemort was so certain that it had to be hidden away and protected from everybody, it remaining intact has to be a matter of life or death. Therefore…” Upon passing the table, he loudly placed it back in its spot and refused to look away from it. “I believe I have the future of You-Know-Who’s life sitting in my kitchen. His life is in my hands. Just as Regulus’ life was in his.”

It was a strangely satisfying full-circle moment.

Finally, Kreacher piped up. “What do you wish to do, Lord Potter?”

James smiled down at the ancient jewellery. Flashes of secret smiles, icy eyes, and long-ago kisses came back to him in blurs of longing and regret. Years of love were mingling with the bitterness and anger he felt. With the grief. It became instantaneously blinding. A sense of power flooded through his body, revenge taking over all of his senses entirely. If it hadn't been personal up until this moment, at the deaths of Marlene, the twins, his parents, it certainly was now. If he'd hated that man before, now the high of holding power over the man who drove his only love to death was only amplifying the feeling beyond control.

When he looked up, it was with an almost crazed expression and utmost determination racing through his brain.

“We are going to kill Lord Voldemort, Kreacher.” With that, he held out his hand to the elf, gesturing to come forward so they could apparate. Seconds before they left, he used his free hand to snatch up the note and locket, not wanting to leave any indication to the others that something was wrong. He had business to attend to now, and he didn't want to worry any of them into finding him and stopping him from doing so.