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daddyslilchickenfingers2 · 8 months ago

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Kinktober (reuploaded)

Thigh Riding (Matt)

Request: None

Warnings: Sub Matt, short, besties to lovers, clingy/needy Matt, subspace, whining, begging, just overall super submissive Matt, kind of anxiety subspace

Y/n’s pov

These last two weeks I have been super busy with work, and Matt who’s used to having my attention 90% of the day, is feeling neglected. I’m not doing it on purpose, I’m letting him sit in my room with me during my meetings or playing with his hair while I’m on a phone call but that’s not enough. I’ve even started editing in Matt’s room so I could spend more time with him. Matt’s my best friend, he just so happens to be super clingy towards me, now that Chris has a girlfriend. He also suffers from severe anxiety so sometimes he falls into a subspace and gets super clingy like a toddler to their mother.

Marylou had told me that Matt’s been like that his whole life, his brain just scrambles. He needs to be told what to do and praised or else he gets really sad/anxious and starts to cry. Knowing this is why I try to spend as much time with him as possible when he’s in his subspace. Today was a bit different though, as Matt openly admitted to everyone this morning that he was feeling ‘submissive and horny’ without a warning. Chris and I laughed while Nick just sat there uncomfortably until they finished their breakfast and both brothers left for the day.

Matt was really needy today, constantly wanting my attention and following my every move. He said he was tired so I went up to his room with him to edit some pictures and thumbnails while he slept. That was short-lived though, as 5 minutes later, Matt was asking to sit on my lap. This was new, but nonetheless, I agreed, letting him sit on my lap while I worked until he got uncomfortable and shifted to one of my thighs. This position was a bit awkward considering he was only wearing boxers and a tshirt, I was wearing the same but I had shorts instead of boxers.

I moved my leg under him and Matt let out a loud gasp that I just ignored until he experimentally moved his hips forward. “Matt, what are you doing?” I questioned, he let out a whimper as he rolled his hips forward again. “C-Can you have sex with me?” he asked, I was shocked to say the least. It’s not that I didn’t want to have sex with Matt, because quite frankly I did. It’s that I’m busy and he’s not in the right headspace, I’m not going to take advantage of that now that he finally trusts me enough to be as vulnerable with me as he is to his mom and Chris.

I thought of a way to let him down gently so he wouldn’t cry, “I’m sorry Matty, I can’t. I’m really busy today, how about I leave for a little bit and you can jack off?” I said softly. I gauged his face for any signs of sadness but he was more so upset. He was still essentially grinding on my thigh in a way while whining because I said no. “Bu-But please?” he tried again, “Not today baby, I’m sorry” I said to him again, “Can I- Uh can I-“ he started.

“Can you what? You gotta use your words” “Can I ride your thigh? Please?” he begged, shoving his hand into his boxers and readjusting his cock. I figured there’s no harm in letting him use my thigh, as long as we’re both clothed, it should be fine. Sighing, I clicked save on my laptop and stood up, picking Matt up and putting him on his bed. He looked at me with wide eyes, “A-Am I in trouble?” he asked nervously, “No, I’d just rather sit on your bed, c’mon you can ride my thigh if you keep your clothes on” I explained.

He excitedly got back on my thigh, fixing his cock so the head was pressed right against my thigh, taking on a lot of his body weight as well so there was more pressure on it. He started moving his hips, whining at the new feeling he’d discovered. “Touch me?” he asked, I cupped his face and lightly stroked his jaw. “I’m sorry Matty, I can’t do that” I said softly causing Matt to loudly whine. “Just to help me move. Pleeeaase?” he dragged out.

I gave in, agreeing that I would hold onto his hips or waist to help him move faster. I could feel Matt’s dick rubbing on my thigh and not gonna lie, it turned me on. Matt had his hands on his thighs as he essentially humped my thigh, “Fuck! This feels so good! Wish you would touch me Y/n/n, so badly” he moaned out. “I know Matty, I’m sorry. You’re doing so well by yourself though” I praised him. He started to move faster, swiveling his hips a few times and moaning.

Matt must be really sensitive because he was already whimpering and acting like he was close. “Are you gonna cum Matt?” I asked seductively, “Y-Yes, s-so close, can I cum in my pants? Is that okay?” he inquired, breathlessly. “Go ahead baby” I said and Matt started moving faster. He moved his arms to my shoulders and hid his face in my neck, moaning at the pleasure. Matt’s hips sputtered and he moaned loudly in my ear as he came, a lot of his cum ended up leaking through his boxers and onto my thigh but I didn’t mind. I started rubbing Matt’s back while he came down from his high, panting in my ear and holding onto my shoulders tightly.

“Do you feel better now Matty?” I asked him softly, only getting a simple hum back before he pulled away from my neck. He looked so fucked out and I didn’t even do anything to him, Matt got off my thigh and instantly frowned, “I made a mess” he pouted. It really wasn’t even that bad, he just needed to change his boxers and I needed to wipe my leg off but to him, it seemed very important. “It’s okay, I can get us cleaned up baby” I smiled down at him, and to my surprise, Matt leaned down and started licking his own cum off my thigh, it was pretty hot.

“Wha-“ I started but Matt was already done, “Was I a good boy?” he asked with pleading eyes, “Yes Matty, you were very good” I praised, making him smile widely. He made his way off the bed and quickly changed his boxers as I walked back over to his desk, but he stopped me by hugging me from behind. I turned around to properly hug him and kiss the top of his head, “Thank you” he smiled happily “You’re welcome handsome” I smiled back. Matt pulled away from the hug and went over to his bed, “I’m going to take a nap now, can you still stay in here please?” he asked while getting under the covers. “Yes, I’ll stay. Goodnight Matty” I replied, “Goodnight” he mumbled back, already falling asleep while I went back to my editing.

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natti-ice · 9 months ago

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Wrong Decade- Sirius Black.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: During their school days Sirius wasn't into Y/N, when he realizes he was wrong he was too late. A 10-year reunion might change the past

Warnings: mentions of rejection and divorce (4.3k words), I’m sorry it’s in third person (she/her pronouns used)

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

"Does this outfit look okay?" Y/N asked her friend as she checked herself out in the mirror

A taller brunette sitting on her bed looked up from her book. She put her book down walking up to the mirror "You look great, I promise. Don't worry, I know he'll say yes" her friend assured her.

"What if he doesn't?" Y/N questioned nervously, her heart had been racing all morning. Today she was going to ask out Sirius Black, they aren't the closest friends but they talk a few times a week. She's had the biggest crush on him since they first met first year in defense against the dark arts.

"Then it's his loss, dear." She said as she fixed the collar of Y/n's shirt. "Now c'mon, Mcgonagall will kill us if we're late again." Y/N grabbed her bag and headed out the door behind her friend.

She had put off doing this for so long because she was scared he wouldn't like her back. Sirius was notorious for only dating the most popular girls in school. Y/N wasn't popular but she was known around school. She didn't come from money and she didn't like how people were treated differently because of their social status. She tried her best to treat everyone the same way no matter what.

6th year is almost over and she can't keep waiting for him to say something. She has to get over her fears and go for it, she won't let the fear control her anymore.

She had been waiting all day for this moment, she and Sirius only shared one class. Potions, the last class of the day. She had been on edge all-day hundreds of scenarios playing in her head, everything that could go wrong. Pushing all those nerves down, she walked into the classroom. A few students were scattered around the class, she tried to get there as early as she could. Much to her surprise, the Marauders were already in the classroom.

They were normally some of the last people to show up, She wasn't sure why they were there so early. She walked over to her table and sat her bag down. She hesitated walking over to him, everything in her said don't do it. She argued with the voice in her head, she had to do it now or it would never happen.

She took a deep breath before heading toward their table, keeping her head high as she was afraid if she looked down she would trip. The four boys were in a conversation it must've not been that important because once she arrived at the table all their attention was on her. It was nerve-racking but she kept a smile on her face trying to act as natural as possible.

"Hey Y/N/N, how are you today?" Remus asked

"I'm doing just fine, thanks" she smiled at the boy, she really wanted to get this over with

"Sirius?" She asked

"Yes?" The longer-haired boy looked up from the paper he was doodling on, a small smile played across his lips.

Oh my, he's beautiful she thought to herself, shaking that thought from her head she continued the conversation

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" her voice steady

"Um sure, love" he hesitated at first, he stood from his stool and followed her to a more quiet part of the class

The remaining boys gave each other questioning looks. Anytime Sirius ever spoke to Y/N the other boys were around so it was odd for them to be on their own.

The two stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity, just looking at each other. Y/N's mind had gone blank, she didn't think she'd get this far.

"Did you need something?" Sirius asked pulling her out of her trance

"Huh? OH, yeah" She fidgeted with her ring as she prepared herself for what she was about to say. "I was wondering, would you like to go out this weekend... like a date" she made it through without stuttering, an awkward smile on her face poorly masking her nerves

Sirius' eyes slightly widened, he didn't expect Y/N to be this straightforward.

Y/N's heart was racing in her ears as she waited for his response. Her smile faded quickly as he spoke

"Y/N I'm sorry, but we're just friends. I hope I didn't lead you to believe differently. I'm sorry" he said with a pitied look

Her heart broke, the worst thing that could happen just happened. She had to get out of this situation fast.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I get it, sorry to bother you." She walked off before he could speak again

James noticed her change in body language as she went back to her table. Sirius rejoined the boys and didn't say anything about what happened, he just went back to scribbling on his paper.

Later that night at dinner, the boys were in their usual seats eating while talking about random topics. James looked around the room and noticed Y/N wasn't in her usual spot. He took this opportunity to ask his friend what happened earlier

"Mate" he nudged Sirius with his shoulder getting his attention

"hm?" he responded as he had food in his mouth

"What happened today with Y/N?" he asked casually

He swallowed before speaking "She asked me out" he said nonchalantly

This caused the others to freeze in place, they looked around at each other seeing who will speak first.

"What did you tell her?" Peter spoke up

"I said no"

"WHAT?" the three said in unison

"What? She's not my type" Sirius explained

"Sirius, are you joking? That girl has been in love with you for ages, we all know you're perfect for each other" James looked at his friend like he was crazy

"No, she hasn't. I just don't think we'd be a good fit together, she's not really what I go for" He didn't want to hurt her feelings but he just didn't think she met what he wanted. Honestly, he didn't know what he wanted. He knew he was an attractive person and he knew that girls were attracted to him. As much as he hated sticking to the status quo, he seemed to always go for the girls who fit the beauty standard.

"Not your type? what, pretty and stupid?" Remus scoffed

"Hey I'm not saying Y/N's not pretty it's just, I don't think what people will think about me if we were together" he defended himself

"Aright, it's your life" James concluded before they went back to their original conversation

June 30th, 1978

The last day of school, 7th year.

Y/N was packing her trunk for the last time before she left Hogwarts, as much as she loved the place she was excited to start her future. The last year had been fairly normal, she had taken the year to get over Sirius. She thought she was silly for even entertaining the idea that they could ever be together. She knew how he was and just ignored it. It kinda helped that he hadn't spoken to her since the previous year.

She knew it was for the best, if she didn't worry about some dumb boy she could focus on who she was going to be in life. She planned on going to a muggle university as her mother did and study law.

She gave one last look at her dorm, where she spent the last seven years of her life. She casted a spell to have her trunk follow behind her as she left her room for the last time. Walking out of her common room passing all the other students who were saying goodbyes and excited for summer.

She walked down the grand staircase, dropping her trunk off with the others before heading to the train platform. She found a group of her close friends amongst the sea of students who are waiting to get on the Hogwarts express. They walked onto the train that was filled with kids who were excited to go home, finding the compartment they'd sat in for years as they talked about what they wanted to do over the summer.

The train ride went faster than she had hoped, she didn't when she would see her friends again. Getting off the train she saw kids reunite with their families, hugs, and smiles could be seen all over the platform. Y/N's parents always waited for her in the muggle part of the station, they didn't like running into people from their school days.

She gathers all her belongings and says her last goodbyes to her friends before heading to the portal. Pushing her trolly through the crowd, careful not to hit anyone's ankle she focused on making it off of the platform. She could see the red sign was a few feet away when a hang gently grasped her shoulder. She stopped in her tracks and turned to see who it was

"Y/N, I've been calling you," The boy said with a small smile, it was Sirius

"Sorry, I didn't hear you" She apologized, the situation was a little tense. They only spoke a few times since that day in potions class

"I wanted to talk to you before we left school but I couldn't find you" he started, Y/N didn't respond allowing him to continue. "I was thinking maybe you and I could hang out this summer, I don't know maybe go on a date or something," he said as nervously rubbed the back of his neck

Y/N couldn't help but give him a confused look, she had no idea why he was asking this now. "What? Where did all of this come from?" She asked moving her cart to the side to get out of people's way. He followed closely behind her as he continued the conversation

"I've been thinking about it all year, I was wrong to tell you that I didn't want to go out. Honestly, I wasn't thinking clearly, I'm sorry" He didn't want to go into too much detail on how much he'd actually been thinking about her.

He thought about her every day since she asked him out. He always thought she was cool, she was funny and kind and smart and she was always there for her friends he had only thought of her as a friend. Most of his relationships didn't last longer than three months so he never thought about what he'd want in a long-time partner.

Over the course of his 7th year, he thought about it more and when he did, the more Y/N checked off the boxes. His friends were right, she was perfect for him. He didn't realize that until recently and he was afraid he was too late but he had to ask anyway.

Y/N didn't know what to think, she had spent so long trying to get over him, and all of a sudden he was interested in her. She was quite irritated, why would he think she would be available for him whenever he wanted. She wasn't going to let that happen.

"Sirius, I honestly don't know what to say but I think it's best we don't see each other." She said calmly

"Why not?" It wasn't rare for him to hear 'no', it stung more coming from her mouth.

"I've spent so much time getting over you and you show up out of the blue with this offer. I'm sorry Sirius but it's not going to happen" she needed to get out of there as fast as possible, if she stayed another minute she was afraid she'd change her mind. She began pushing her cart back toward the entrance, before she got too far she turned around watching his face as he processed what happened. "Have a nice summer, Sirius"

She turned back around moving forward, he watched her get lost in the crowd.

Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry cordially invites you to the Class of 78's 10-year reunion! The Hogwarts Express leaves at 11 am, 1 July

The letter in Sirius' hands was slightly crumbled as had just dug it out of the bin. He received it last week and didn't know if he should go or not, he wasn't in the mood to interact with his old classmates. The last ten years have been rocky for Sirius. After leaving school, he traveled the world because it was something he always wanted to do. While he was in Germany he met a muggle woman and he fell for her quickly.

He had never been happier, their relationship moved very fast they were married within six months. It was going great for a while, he was still traveling but she wanted more. She asked him multiple times to move to Germany with her and start a family. It took a while for him to agree to this. A year into the marriage he moved to Germany to settle down, he got a job and was happy.

Over the course of the next five years, his marriage started to deteriorate, for some reason he and his wife couldn't have a child and she started to resent him for that. He tried everything he could to make her happy, he turned into a completely different person and it still wasn't enough. Finally, when he was tired of being in a loveless marriage he left and moved back to London.

His divorce was finalized four months ago, he's doing better now. He's happy to be home and close to his mates, James had gotten Lily to agree to marry him and they have a young boy. Remus finally got the chance to become a teacher like he always wanted, and peter is living a happy quiet life in the country.

Things were finally good.

He still didn't want to go to this reunion, having everyone ask what he had been up to for the past ten years wasn't his favorite conversation. But after a lot of convincing from James, he gave in.

He had a small carry-on in his hand as he walked out of his small flat and set off to King Cross where he would meet his friends. He just wanted to get this weekend over with.

When Y/N arrived at Kings Cross, she was excited to go back in time. She hadn't thought much about her years at the school since she left. She did exactly what she planned, she went to school and became a lawyer. A damn good one at that, she hasn't lost a case since she started her own firm. She was doing pretty good for herself.

She wasn't married, she had been single for a few years because of how busy her schedule was. None of her partners understood why she couldn't always be around. This caused a lot of distance in her relationships so she figured it was best just to ride solo for a while.

She had recently reconnected with her friend group from school, and they all talked about their lives. Some of them had kids and were married, Y/N felt a little sad that she couldn't brag about an amazing husband. She had always wondered what it would be like if she had settled down after school like everyone else, but she remembers how happy she has made herself. Maybe one day she'll find "the one".

Right now she and three of her old friends are sitting in the same compartment they did all those years ago. Slightly gossiping about everyone they've seen so far, everyone has changed so much. She was nervous about going, Hogwarts brings back so many memories all the good and the bad.

She forgot how long that train ride was, she found herself growing tired just a few hours in. She decided to take a nap so she would be refreshed when they got there.

When they finally arrived, everyone was eager to get off the train. Y/N had woken up an hour prior to arriving so she was ready to go. She stood from the bench seat and walked out of the compartment, her friends following close behind. Y/N followed the crowd off of the train, on the platform stood a very tall man, it felt just it did on her very first day at school.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts Class of '78, we have all missed you very much! Please make your way down to the boats." Hagrid's deep voice rang out

The now adults made their way down to the lake the same way they did when they were 11. Groups of four climbed into the boats and magically floated their way done the lake. The scene was just as beautiful as Y/N remembered.

Once everyone was off the boats everyone knew where to go, it was like muscle memory. Nothing about the castle had changed, it was beautifully lit up by torches along the corridors. The walls had been decorated with magical pictures of all of the students throughout their time at Hogwarts.

It made Y/N feel like she was a teenager again when all she had to worry about was turning in an assignment on time. Staying amongst her friend group they walked into the great hall which was always breathtaking. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the night sky, lit candles floated in the air lighting up the room. The floor was decorated similar to when they would have a dance, all the long tables were gone and replaced with smaller round ones decorated with soft table cloths.

There were snack tables on both sides of the room, everyone scattered around looking at all the nostalgic decorations. Y/N's friends had already found a table and sat down, when she arrived at the table her friends were whispering. Gossip.

"What are you guys talking about?" she asked taking a seat at the table

"Look over there, dear. Isn't that Sirius Black?" One of them said while pointing to a table across the room

Sirius Black. That was a name Y/N hadn't heard in years. She slowly turned her head so it wasn't obvious they were talking about him. When she finally found him, his eyes were already on her. This made her look away quickly, a wave of adrenaline washed over her. She hadn't felt that since the last day she saw him.

All of her memories of him came flooding in all at once, all the laughs and test answers they shared. The most prominent memory was him rejecting her. It didn't hurt as bad as it did back then, of course, it sucks to be rejected but she got over it. She realized how juvenile it was to think about what could've been but she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they ever were together.

She shook the thoughts from her head, no, tonight we're in the moment. She thought to herself, she was going to enjoy herself this weekend.

A loud familiar voice filled the great hall causing everyone to look at the front of the room. Dumbledore stood at his podium as he always did when he gave a speech.

"Good evening class of '78, it's so wonderful to see all your faces again! Even though you're all grown up now, to me I still know you as the young kids running around the castle. Please enjoy yourself tonight, catch up enjoy the refreshments and live music. I shall be walking around to hear all of your adventures beyond this campus."

As soon as he stopped speaking a band started playing all the wizard music hits from their time at Hogwarts.

On the other side of the room, Sirius black is sitting at a table with his best mates. James hadn't shut up about how much he missed the school, Sirius tried his best to match his enthusiasm but he couldn't. Since he got there, he heard at least four different people talking about his divorce.

He noticed Y/N the second she walked in the door, she was absolutely beautiful. He always knew she was beautiful but seeing her in this place was like a breath of fresh air. He had to talk to her tonight, he had to know what she'd been doing all those years.

As the night progressed, Sirius kept finding himself stealing glances with Y/N. He watched her dance with her friends, he saw her talking to old teachers, he didn't know what happened to all the confidence he once had because he couldn't go up to her.

James had noticed his behavior, no matter what Sirius said he knew he never got over her.

"Sirius mate, just go talk to her," he said pulling his friend out of his thoughts "She probably forgot about everything that happened, go say hello"

"I don't know" Sirius sighed "What if she's married?"

"She's not" Lily, James' wife chimed in

"How do you know?" Sirius challenged

"Because I talked to her, now stop moping and go" the redhead demanded

"James, you're wife is very mean" he said as he stood from the table

"I know" James smiled kissing her on the cheek

Y/N was sitting at her table hydrating after dancing, her back was turned away from the crowd so she didn't see Sirius come up to her.

He tapped her shoulder causing her to lightly jump, when she turned around she was met with an older version of the boy she once knew.

"Hi" He greeted with a large smile

"Sirius, how are you?" she matched his grin

"I'm good, do you mind if I sit?" he asked pointing to the empty chair next to her

"Sure, go ahead"

Sirius sat down on the white chair, he didn't say anything for a few seconds before picking up the conversation

"So what've you been up to? It's been ages since I last saw you"

"Nothing much really, once I left school I went to law school now I have my own law firm," she said with no excitement because it was the twenty-something time she said it tonight.

"A lawyer? Wow, that's amazing!" He was so glad she was doing well in life, better than he was.

"It's not that great, it's a lot of work" she laughed "What about you? What've you been doing the last 10 years?"

He paused, he didn't want to lie and say it was great but he didn't want to ruin the moment. "It's been quite interesting actually" he nervously played with his fingers "I traveled for a while after graduating, then I got married and moved to Germany"

Married, great. She thought

"You live in Germany? That's so cool" she replied

"No no, not anymore" he laughed "I moved back to London when my wife and I spilt" he explained

"Oh" Y/N let slip "I'm sorry, I hope you're doing alright" she offered

"I am, thanks. I'm actually pretty happy right now" he smiled

For the next hour or so they talked about everything they could. It felt like they never lost that time, they felt as if they were still those friends in school. Somewhere through the hour, they migrated to the dance floor. They were a respectable amount of distance apart, Sirius' hands were on her waist, her arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders. they continued their conversation as they danced

"Y/N, can I be honest with you?" Sirius asked randomly

"Go for it" she said as she swayed to the music

"I honestly don't know why I ever let you go"

She stopped dancing, she scanned his face for any sign that he was lying

"Sirius that was years ago, it's okay" she laughed lightly

"I know I know, I just wish I had gone on that date with you" he smirked

Y/N thought for a minute, maybe this was her chance to see what could've been

"Well, you can always go on a date with me now"

"Really?" he was taken aback that she would say that

"Yeah, why not? You can finally see what you had missed out on all those years ago" she teased

"Let's go then" he said grabbing her hand and running out of the great hall

They went through all the corridors and all the unlocked classrooms reminiscing on their days at the school. At the end of their self-guided tour, they ended up at the top of the astronomy tower.

"This place always had the best view" Y/N said as she stood next to Sirius at the railing looking out at the night sky

"Yeah, it does" Sirius agreed, but he wasn't talking about the stars. He moved slightly closer to her, close enough to where their arms touched. "I'm glad I got to see you again" he said softly

"I am too," she said looking into his eyes

"Maybe when we go home, I can take you on a proper date" Sirius suggested

"I'd like that" Y/N smiled softly, she couldn't help but flicker her eyes down to his lips.

He noticed. He leaned in closer, their noses softly brushed against each other. Right as their lips were about to connect, a loud cough could be heard causing the two to pull away.

"Mr. Black, Ms. L/N it's past curfew" Dumbledore started "Please see your way back to your dorms"

"Yes professor" They said, sounding like children who got caught doing something they weren't supposed to. They both hurried their way down the large staircase, a little out of breath but they were out of Dumbledore's view.

"Now, where were we?" Sirius asked as he gripped Y/N's waist pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

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faistoconnors · 1 month ago

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Juno - A. Donaldson

Art Donaldson x Reader (requested by @lalalandofive )

Summary: Your relationship with a certain retired tennis star blossoms into something more. Will you let him make you Juno?

Warnings: stupid evil exes, vomiting (not in detail) morning sickness, unplanned pregnancy, age gap relationship (reader is 23, Art is mid-thirties) drinking mention, kissing, no smut (this time), probably this is terrible. just ask if I missed one!

Note: I am posting this off my kindle , so it's probably screwed up a little (A lot) I may reformat and reupload when I get my laptop !

Word count: 1.9k

You always knew him primarily as Mr. Donaldson. He wasn’t so much the hot dad next door as he was the hot dad at school pickup, but you weren’t complaining. Every little glimpse of him was better than the last, and it would be a lie to say you weren’t a little jealous that he aged so well. It felt a little objectifying, sometimes, but how couldn’t you notice him? He was there almost every day, picking up Lily, who had begun to make best friends with your son Adam.

Being younger than most of the parents there, since you had Adam at sixteen, you didn’t have much to talk about with any of them. But Mr. Donaldson, you had something: tennis. You’d played semi-professionally for most of your life, and he was all over it.

“Maybe I could coach you,” he suggested one day, and you laughed in his face. “No, I’m serious! You have potential.”

How he came to that conclusion was entirely beyond you, but again, you weren’t complaining. Mr. Donaldson was, of course, a retired tennis star. You’d be nothing but a fool if you turned him down.

“Well, maybe, then. If you think I have potential.

So you started. Outside of your regular parking-lot meetings, you’d show up at the public tennis courts and let him coach you. You were good, but you weren’t great, and he seemed determined to fix that. This side of him was something entirely new to you. No longer the soft-spoken, mild-mannered school dad you knew him as. Instead, he seemed much more like the duo you’d once heard about. Fire and ice, though he seemed to embody both in the moment.

It was all the little things from then, really. Every lingering touch on your shoulder as he adjusted your position, every knowing glance when both of you got your kids from school. You liked him.

See, when you’d had Adam, you made a promise you wouldn’t do something like that again. Something stupid, something reckless. You loved your little boy more than the weight of the world, but you couldn’t deny he’d set your life off-track.

Art Donaldson made you want to do something stupid.

The first time you met Tashi was at parent-teacher conferences. Adam had gotten a glowing review from his teacher, and as you turned to leave, you watched the family of three walk in. It was only a split-second moment, because Adam was hungry and you were too. So you hustled him right past them, and walked out to the car.

But God, Tashi was beautiful. If Art had aged well, Tashi hadn’t aged at all. She was picture-perfect, not a hair out of place, her neat blue coat smoothed to perfection.

The next time you saw Art, you were a little more reserved. There was no wedding ring on his finger, and you knew they had divorced, but if Tashi Duncan was his type…

It was a later practice, the setting sun pouring colors across the fence and the court. You were distracted, and you knew he knew that. Your reaction time was slower, your game was just off.

You’d come to the great realization, on the car ride over, that you harbored a crush on him. Art, with his pretty smile and perfect body and beautiful soul. Bless his parents, you thought, because those genetics must have been out of this world.

It wouldn’t last, though, you knew that much. He was so much older than you, sat at a level of fame you would never be comfortable with, and probably wanted more out of a partner than you could give.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he called out as you missed another point. You paused, sighed.

“I’m just tired.” A lie.

“No, you’re not,” he laughed, though his eyes were still set on you in a way you weren’t sure if you liked. “Come on, talk to me. You’re off your game.”

He made his way over to you and sat at one of the benches expectantly. Hesitantly, you joined him, worrying at your cuticles with your other hand.

“I just… I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I haven’t really gone on with my life since I had Adam.” It was a simple enough sentence, but nonetheless, it felt awful to admit. “I love him so much, I wouldn’t change it for the world, but I just think maybe I need to learn how to be myself, again.”

Art watched you as you spoke, and nodded. He’d moved closer to you, in the time that you were talking, and had put his arm to rest somewhere behind your back.

“What do you want?”

His voice was low, eyes dark as he watched you. That was where you faltered most. Under his gaze, under the now-silvery moonlight.

No more words were exchanged. You pressed closer, him closer still, and then, you were almost on top of him. One of his hands moved to rest at your hip, squeezing there, and you shivered.

His lips were soft against yours, touch gentle as he moved an arm around your waist. His body pressed against you, and you let out a breathless sigh. It was another few moments before you drew back first, and looked into his eyes. They were slightly crinkled at the sides, smile lines that you wanted to memorize, and for the first time, you noticed the small patch of brown in the right one.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, and you couldn’t help the way your lips tilted upwards at the corners.

“Could say the same about you, you know.” At that moment, you knew it. You wanted his touch for life.

A few weeks passed, much the same but also very different. Every match was charged with electricity, every school pickup was filled with lingering glances at the lean blond man you had grown to know so well.

Of course, nothing lasts forever.

When you and Eric had gotten together in high school, it was a week-long fling one summer. He disappeared when you got pregnant, and that was the end of it.

So you were reasonably very stunned when he appeared at one of your tennis matches. He was taller, his hair almost black instead of dark brown, but he still had that boyish grin you remembered all too well. He waved at you, and you vomited onto the hard material of the court.

When he came over to where you were sitting on a bench, you had nothing for him but a hard stare and a frown. He looked concerned, rubbing your back, and you could see Art across the court with a look on his face you’d never seen before.

“You okay, gorgeous?” The voice was the same, too.

“Yeah, just uh- just surprised, is all.”

He smiled again, laughing.

“Eric, what are you doing here? After all this time… why?”

There was a long pause, before he made his way closer to you.

“I missed you.”

That was not the answer you would accept. It should have been, ‘I got my shit together for my son,’ or, ‘I want to be a part of his life.’

If he was there for you, that wasn’t good enough. You told him as much, trying not to let venom seep into your voice as you spoke. You could see his eyes darken, his expression fall into a glower, and it was almost comical how he looked at you.

“Eric, can you just- can you go? I’m supposed to be playing right now,” you tried, and he pressed closer. His breath stunk like alcohol, and it made your stomach turn so badly you thought you might throw up again.

When he moved closer still, face slipping towards yours like he was going to kiss you, you flinched back. It was only a moment, but then, there was a hand at Eric’s back, and he was being pulled away by his collar like a child. Art hauled the dark-haired man to his feet, staring him down. Eric was only a couple inches shorter, he looked like he was about two feet tall under Art’s glare.

By the time Eric had gone away, Art was fuming. He paced back and forth, disgust sparking in his eyes.

“Art, it’s fine. He’s gone now. Probably off to go bother some other woman,” was the only thing you could say. In reality, you felt so sick you could hardly stand it, anxiety and anger swirling in your stomach.

Art helped you to your feet, putting an arm around your waist, and brought you back to his car.

“Forget about it,” he waved you off when you told him you could drive yourself. “You don’t look good, anyways.”

That must have been true. If you had a mirror, maybe you’d see the thin layer of sweat sticking your baby hairs down to your forehead, or the glassy look in your eyes.

When you got back to his house, Art assured you that he’d pick up the kids from school, and you felt some sort of way about it, though you couldn’t piece together how.

“Tashi’s going to stop by to take care of you,” he said gently, and your heart dropped into your stomach. Before you could protest, tell him you were fine and you should go home anyways, he was out the door with his car keys in his hand.

Some time later, you were fading in and out of sleep on his couch when you heard the sound of the door unlocking. Sitting up as best you could, you watched as Tashi walked in. Her hair was clipped back, a sweater hanging over her frame, and she gave you a smile.

“He told me you aren’t feeling well,” she said, looking you over.

“I’m worried I’m pregnant,” you blurted out after a second, and she gave a nod.

“I brought tests. I had a feeling. He told me about all the time you spend together.”

She sat down beside you, a kind look in her eyes, resting a hand on your leg. It felt a bit surreal, to be sick on your boyfriend’s couch, his famous ex-wife taking care of you, but you weren’t going to complain about it.

You sat in the bathroom, waiting for the timer to go off. When it did, you carried the test back out to where Tashi was reviewing her newest player’s footage on the couch. She glanced up at you, pressing pause.

“You want me to look,” she guessed correctly, and you nodded.

“I’m just scared,” you admitted after a second, and she smiled. Before she flipped the test over, she looked back to you.

“No matter what happens, I promise you he won’t be mad. Maybe shocked, but not mad. ‘Kay?”

When Art got to the house later that night, having finished lunch with one of the foundation donors and picked up both of your children, you’d calmed down enough to look semi-normal when the three of them walked through the door. The visual worked, you thought. Art, the two children, and you waiting at home to greet them.

While Lily and Adam scampered off to go play in the backyard, you settled down at the kitchen counter with Art.

By the time you told him you were pregnant, he’d already known what you were going to say. There was a hesitant smile on both your faces, and he put a hand on your knee, resting his forehead against yours.

“I guess it’s for life,” you whispered to him. Art Donaldson loved you right.

#art donaldson x reader #challengers #art donaldson fic #art donaldson fanfic #art donaldson #tashi duncan

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shinsouscatpisssmell · 2 years ago

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Screwed up

Paring:atsumu X chubby!housewife!reader

Warnings:just angst

Summary: reader prepares something special for atsumu since his loss at a Volleyball tournament. Hurtful words are said making it all fall apart.

An// sooooo I accidentally deleted my entire tumblr soooooo I’m reuploading stories <3 and some I have to write entirely!

It took all week to make these plans but everything came out just perfect. Having tidied the house and set up a nice dinner in front of the tv for when your husband comes home.

Truthfully it has been a hard couple of days for him since he's been training nonstop since losing a championship game so you wanted to do something to get him to relax.

Putting face mask and a tray of sliced cucumbers on a little portable tray on one side of the couch alongside some of his favorite snacks and putting out his favorite movies in a row. You lay a two matching blankets on the arms of the couch as you knew he would probably want to take a nap during the movie. As if on cue, the sound of the front door's locks click open as finishing up putting his favorite takeout on some plastic plates so you both wouldn't have to bother with dishes. Smiling at the set up as chest rises with pride mixed with excitement to see his reaction.

Nearly hopping to stand in front of him, "how was your day baby?" You ask frowning inwardly seeing his eye bags wanting to kiss them away from drooping shoulders.

"It was ok, hard as always." He says tiredly.

You hum in agreement, " well I got something to fix that, my love! I set up your favorite food, I got snacks, and face mask because I know your pores have been struggling with all the sweat and heat from running around a hot gym —, are you listening?"

" uh,yeah. That sounds great,(y/n) but I was hoping to just enjoy your cooking and take a hot bath and go to bed to start my days off." He rubs his eyes making you tap your toes with anticipation so he could see the set up you made.

"Well actually I got takeout! It's your fa-" you were cut off by the sound of him clicking his tongue against his teeth.

"Takeout? You couldn't have cooked or something? God knows you don't do anything else in this house! I'm the one keeping a roof over our heads."

There's a song in your heart and you start to fidget with your fingers, " I know,baby! That's why I got it and set it up in front the tv so we could watch some movies together and spend time with eachother!"

He rolls his eyes," I see you everyday in the same house and spend hours with you before and after I go train, isn't that enough? I just want to be alone for Christ sake. Two minutes! Is that hard to ask for?"

"No, baby but I-I just wanted to watch a movie together because-"

"Then just watch it yourself, I'm going to get in the bath and go to bed." He brushes past you and you feel your world break your eyesight gets blurry and you can't stop playing with your fingers looking down at your at feet in the same position that you were in.

Breathing gets heavy as you try to hold back your emotions rushing to your shared bedroom to get some pajamas and your phone before going into a spare room and cuddling up to a pillow and with the covers trying to muffle your whimpering cries and hiccups.

The tub gets drained of water as Atsumu miya wraps a towel around his waist and one to dry his hair as he walks into the bedroom he shares with you, " hey sweets, you know where my shorts are at?" The towel blocking his vision he shoots it into the dirty clothes hamper in the corner waiting for a response but in return getting nothing.

He looked over to the bed and didn't see your figure there and he started to remember how he snapped at you. Feeling a tug at his heart. He had quickly dressed himself walking into the living room where the tv screen had emitted a light on the couch and he slowly walks up behind it as to not disturb you, "lovely? I'm sorry about earlier I didn't mean to snap at ya'. You don't deserve that especially wit ya' not being the cause of me losing that match." He's met with nothing but silence, " how 'bout we watch that movie you were talkin' about earlier, hm? " still nothing, "baby girl? (Y/n)?" He turns on the light and peeks over at the couch to see not you but empty cushions and the set up you had made.

He dug Through snack bucket you had made and nothing but his favorites aside from a little bit of yours was contained in it along with the mini facial station you had prepped with all your tools and sliced cucumbers that you knew he loved the feeling on his eyes. His gaze goes to the the table that does indeed has his #1 takeout spot. He grabs the little white blank card that was placed between it.

' I know you've been having a hard week 'tsumu because of the game last week so I made you a small relaxation date for for a king! I love you, and remember you'll always be my favorite champion.' It ended with a a heart drawn in blue ink and a kiss from you.

It made him sigh as he runs his hands through his hair and throws his head back.

"I really fucked up...bad,"a sudden intrusion made him jump up, "but where is she? She wouldn't just leave,right?" He rushes back into the bedroom to grab his phone. He sees none of your stuff missing and the coat you always wear is still hanging up in the closet , "It's fucking freezin' out there she going to get a cold." He unlocks the phone and calls your cell while simultaneously trying to shove his feet in his shoes before he hears the ringtone you had placed for him.

He sighs in relief and follows the sound before coming face to face a shut door. As the song ceased he could hear your hoarse cries and he wants to punch himself even more for making you into that much of a mess. He knocks on the door. He could hear it get your attention as the cries becomes even softer, "(y/n?) I'm so sorry baby." He tries to open the door but you had locked it making him press his forehead against the cold brown wood, "just open the door and we could talk, ok?" He says gently.

"No Atsumu. I just want to be left alone." Your rejection makes him frown.

He tries to twist and turn the door knob again as if it would magically open for the 3rd or 4th time he tried, "c'mon (y/n), I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled! We can watch that movie you wanted,ok? I'll cuddle you up all nice and cozy on the couch." He bargains.

"Go watch it yourself, Atsumu! I just don't wanna be around you right now." You shot back.

He lets go of the door knobs as his heart sours at the same words he used towards you, "ok, baby. I'm right out here if you need anything, alright?" He places his hand against the door for a solid minute before pulling it away and dragging his feet over to the couch.

He grabs a pillow and fluffs it up before laying on it covering up with his blanket you had put out that you had sprayed perfume on making him cuddle up to it more as it helped him believe it was you along with your matching blanket close to his chest to get the feeling that it was you all snuggled up to his chest like every other night. except it didn't. It only makies it hard for him to sleep without your comforting warmth heating up his body on the cold nights with your feet entangled together as he gently kisses your forehead letting your bodies sink into the plushness of the mattress you had picked out. No Atsumu miya was stuck with only the warmth of a blanket instead of a spouse and the only love he could see was on some tv drama you we're watching before he had come home. Best to say he didn't sleep until late that night.

#x reader #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #hq atsumu #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x female reader #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x you #atsumu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x plus size reader #haikyuu x chubby reader

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miyaniacs · 11 months ago

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Corrupted by Darkness

- Chapter 1 -

Intro ; Wattpad

A/N: Hey :) Yes I’m forcing myself to write again… and if I wouldn’t update it immediately I’ll never update - so yes maybe there’ll be some some adjustments / reuploads. Still I hope you enjoy it. The next chapter will be a bit more story heavy - Thank you for reading it! <3

“YIELDDD” the blond haired guy yells. Getting up with a smirk, you take his dagger and leave the mat.

“Well that was … personal?” Rhi looks at me.

“I don’t even remember his name?” I look at her confused.

“I’m not talking about Leon.” She smirks and looks across the room, towards a shirtless Xaden… and Eve.

How is it possible that she’s always glued to him?

And why aren’t you glued to him?

‘Ohh shut up.’

Maybe he takes her because he can’t have you?

‘I look nothing like her? And before - I’m not jealous. I’m just forced to spend time with him and she’s always there.’

Uhuuu

‘NOCTIS!’

“Hellooooo? Earth at Nea?” Ridoc waves his hand infront of your face.

“Sorry sorrrryyy”

“Class is over - and we’re finally free!”

“For the day.” Liam sighs as he walks over towards your group.

“Aren’t you the most energetic out of all of us?” Rhi raises her eyebrows.

“OMG LIAM!” Ridoc fake gasps, “who’s the lucky one?”

“That you should ask Nea.”

And now all their eyes are fixed on me. I really should have remembered that his room is right next to his.

“Non of your business.” I smirk at them and start to make your way out of gym.

“No no nooo not so fast.” Rhi hurries next to you, quickly followed by Ridoc on your other side.

“There’s nothing to say.”

Sure there isn’t

‘Could you please stay out of this?

Hey you were the one involving me in it last night.

‘I already apologized for it didn’t I?’

I am still traumatized

‘Not my fault that you don’t get laid.’

Excuse me?! Maybe I just know how to keep you out of it?

‘And now I know for sure that you don’t get laid.’

“Sorry guys but it’s a secret.”

“Ok but was it good?” Rhi asks.

“Sounded like it was.” Liam laughs from behind us.

“… could we not discuss this right now.” I beg and rub my temples.

“And what should we discuss then?” Ridoc smirks and looks at me.

Rolling my eyes I glare at him: “ Well how about we discuss our next history test?” I smile innocently, while he groans.

“Why don’t we discuss the whole Eve thematic again?” Liam asks and pushes between me and Ridoc.

“There is nothing more to discuss. Her family is friends with people my family isn’t really … found of.”

“And she’s a bitch that thinks she’s better than us just because she’s a fae - no offense Nea.” Rhi adds.

“Non taken.” I laugh.

“And that’s why she doesn’t like you?” Ridoc asks.

“Yup this and the fact I’m friends with someone she desperately wants to fuck.” I laugh.

“What? Why haven’t any of you told me that she wants to fuck me? I know she’s a bitch but I wouldn’t say no…” Liam fake gasps.

“No Liam we’re talking about someone who’s actually attractive and doesn’t just have a big ass ego.” Rhiannon laughs.

“Ouch. That hurts Rhi.” Liam puts his hand over his heart and pouts.

“Nawww Liam… you know I wouldn’t say no to you - If you weren’t one of my friends.” I laugh.

“Thanks it helps hearing this from the hottest Fae around.” He smiles and puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Well… I loved this conversation, but my bed calls me.” Wiggling out of his “hug” I stop in front of my room.

“If you need any company - just call me, the walls are thin.” He winks and opens the door to his own room.

“See you at dinner?” Rhi asks while she and Ridoc walk towards their own rooms.

“Yes see you there!”

Closing the door I immediately take off my clothes and put on the big shirt Azriel left me last night.

As soon as my head hits my bed my mind wanders off to the events of last night.

Closing my eyes the image of Azriels face appears. It was always different between us.

While Rhys quickly became a father figure for me, Cassian and Mor immediately adopted me as a little sister. But Azriel… I was 15 when Rhys brought me with him and introduced me to his family.

Azriel was always cold and closed off, he avoided talking to me if not necessary, always had someone else with us when he trained me. Things changed on my 19th birthday. Mor was throwing a party for me, inviting everyone including my boyfriend at that time - to make it short he cheated on me that night … in my room… my bed.

While running away from him and the party I ran into Azriel… when I told him what happened something snapped inside of him and let’s just say I woke up next to him that morning… and the morning after… and after … and -

I get it. Please stop thinking about it.

‘Then stay out of my head.’

‘Hey Noctis?’

Yes little shadow?

‘Do you think it’s more than just sex for him?’

Is it for you?

‘…no.. I mean… he’s a close friend, so obviously I care for him…’

And you’re sure that’s all?

‘Noctis. I’m here and he’s in Velaris. Even if I wanted it to be more, it wouldn’t work out.’

And why not? He’s already visiting you.

‘I - He- yes..’

But?

‘Nothing… I should sleep now.’

Sure little shadow.

Wake up. Nea. Wake up. NEA!

I wake up to a voice in my head that isn’t Noctis and feel a hand placed over my mouth and start to panic, searching for the weapon under my pillow. How did this person get inside of my room? Isn’t my magic working? And why didn’t Noctis wake me up?

“Nea. It’s me.”

That voice… I blink and let my eyes adjust to the darkness in my room.

“Rhys?!” I muffle.

“Oh sorry.” He moves his hand off my face.

“Why are you here?”

“You wanted a care package didn’t you?” He smiles and gestures to my desk, where a big as basket full of food and presents, is placed.

“Thank you. And now why are you really here.”

“… Your letter.”

How could he already got … Azriel tool it with him. I mentally roll my eyes.

“Get dressed.”

“And why should I? It’s 3am?”

“Because I want to see your blood manipulation. So get out of Azriels shirt and come with me to the flight field.”

“How…. How do you?”

“Nea please.” He rolls his eyes and chuckles, “We all know.”

I just stare at him.

All of them?

Yes they all know. Now get dressed. I’ll meet you there.

‘Why are you coming?’

Because I asked him to come.

‘Yes it was planned for me to come before I got your letter’

‘WHY ARE YOU BOTH IN MY HEAD?!’

‘Because you forgot to have your wall up.’ Rhys scowls.

‘But why are you two talking?’

You’re underestimating my powers

‘I thought you’re only allowed to talk to me…’

Do I look like I stick to any rules?

#acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar headcanon #acotar oc #azriel x oc #azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #fourth wing fanfic #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing #xaden x oc #xaden riorson #xaden x reader

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collectivecloseness · 2 years ago

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A Heated Bedroom

Kurt Kunkle x reader

(Summary: You and Kurt haven’t been going through the best patch in your relationship recently, but nothing a gentle dose of sex and loving can’t fix. Notes: reuploaded from my ao3. Smut, only slight angst at start, p in v sex, oral (m receiving), Kurt with the slight oral fixation, sub!kurt, soft dom!reader. 18+. F!reader. 5k)

The past nearly two weeks you’d been getting into fights with Kurt. Thankfully they were only small, but the atmosphere from them had started to build up little by little over time.

The past month it seemed like you two had slowed down a little relationship wise. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. But at first you were seeing each other slightly less than usual, something that Kurt vocally was pretty upset about, unless it was him riding 12 hour days in his spree. Then of course it wasn’t a big deal. But then when you were together it was almost stifling. The sex hadn’t been as good either as of late. It wasn’t really a downfall of either of you individually, and it was fine, but stress had been seeming to dampen the spark.

You were determined to switch things around though. You just needed one moment. One time to rejuvenate said spark and get you two back on track. You still both loved each other, you’d even had to hold Kurt’s hand several days ago when you guys were arguing, but the yelling was simultaneously making him sad. They hadn’t exactly been harsh fights, it just hadn’t been a very uplifting mood in your cramped apartment at the moment.

Looking over at Kurt again, since you were both just sitting in bed, him in the middle on his phone, you at the foot watching tv, you wondered if he’d look up when you ogled him. Unsurprisingly he didn’t, but that was definitely because of whatever it was he was focused on on his phone right now, mostly likely checking the views on a video he posted considering you could see him refreshing the page from the way his fingers moved, versus him just not wanting to pay you any attention. If there was one thing Kurt liked, it was attention. Granted normally receiving it, but he was nothing if not a generous lover, at usual times.

It was hot in the apartment at the moment, your aircon broke, which had probably fueled last nights sleep ridden argument about quilts and cuddling being too hot. So naturally he was only wearing shorts, no shirt

You slowly crawled up your shared bed, you could tell Kurt noticed you by the pause of tapping on his screen. But he quickly tried to get back into it, not looking up from his phone.

Once you were close enough to feel his body heat you leaned in and did the only thing you wanted to do right now. You nuzzled into his stomach.

Kurt’s face shot up at that, the soft glow illuminating his surprised face, as you caressed your nose in deeper. “Wh- uh, what are you doing?” He asked timidly. Mostly because you touching his tummy like that caused a spike to shoot through his dick.

Already knowing that, you simply moved your face up to his neck, smiling when his body automatically leant back to expose it for you. You very lightly pressed whispers of kisses to his neck. “I miss my baby.”

You kissed some more, they still only fluttered against Kurt’s warm skin, slow but getting all the spots you knew made him heat up. Gently brushing your lips so softly, no matter how much you wanted to ravage your boyfriend, you knew was a sure fire way to draw him in. You kissed one spot to the side, next his pulse point, then where it connected to his collarbone, not leaning back so you could speak against him “Does this feel good?”

“M-More please.”

It felt too good. Kurt had opened his mouth to speak, but a whine beat him to the chase. He was happy you always liked his noises though, because he knew that it was okay. Even if he still got so enamoured by touches a while into your relationship.

Knowing exactly what he meant, you kissed his neck harder, the amount you usually would when you were trying to make Kurt feel good. “Good boy. Using your words.” You mouthed around his flushed skin wetly, knowing that’s the way he liked it, sucking lightly into the points that made him squeeze his fists. Moving back a little you kissed his jaw, nosing at it in adoration. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Kurt reminded you, nosing under your jaw similarly in a small whine, closing his eyes when you started sucking harder into his feverish neck, especially when you licked over the marks he was thanking God you were making on him.

He was so sensitive right now. It was like you were touching him for the first time again, with how light and slow your touches were at first. Gentle with him. Your hand smoothed down his neck with a hum, leaning your nose against his ear as you both watched your hand trail.

Something in Kurt’s gut clenched in anticipation as your hand trailed down to his tummy, sliding a finger over his abdomen so good it almost tickled, but it just made his heart spasm uncontrollably instead. Your soft fingers reached all the way down to his navel, before gliding up his happy trail to his chest, the simple touch making Kurt arch his back in a high gasp.

Maybe it was the fact these touches weren’t overtly sexual, they were just loving gestures, ones to please him. But he still knew exactly where they were leading.

Your hand circled Kurt’s waist over and over, nails barely touching him but the pads of your fingers sparking electricity through his crotch, especially when the repetitive motion in that one spot finally let up and switched, as you traced your fingers down to the outside of his exposed thigh. Even that was so sensitive for him. As proven by his whimper and his falling onto the bed, blinking submissively as he gripped onto your free arm with need.

And that was before you got to the inside of his thigh. When you lightly stroked there, Kurt started wriggling into the mattress, his dick tingling hard with need as he couldn’t take anymore without an outlet. He still didn’t wiggle away from your touch though, even though it was so much, it was too good to let you go.

All of this almost had you blushing like Kurt. You nearly forgot how easy it was to make him melt so quickly. But Kurt was almost crying out into the bed, squirming as his breaths drew closer to pants as he watched you.

You slipped your hand to his other thigh, lightly brushing the inside of it, keeping your face relaxed. “What would you like, sweet boy?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know what he wanted to do with you, what he needed from you. Your hand slipped past his risen shorts, all five of your fingertips circling gracefully.

“I w-want you to f-fuck me, please.” He stuttered. His clammy hand rubbed up and down your forearm as he pleaded, but not with the same control you had, his touch was needy and he was not afraid to flaunt it, if it meant he’d get what he so desperately burned for. He didn’t care he just needed you to please keep touching him.

You smiled, and even that simple act made Kurt’s heart swell.

You sat somewhere over his calves, letting your hands move slightly less daintily now to pull Kurt’s shorts down, leaving them around his knees as you were enamoured by the clear outline of his hard on in his blue boxers, and the small wet patch seeping into the outside of them. Slowly, you leant your face in, before licking a long stripe over his bulge through the thin material.

Kurt nearly knocked his junk into your face by accident at your teasing touch, but was managed to be subdued by your weight on his legs, rolling the upper half of his body up and down instead at the treatment, looking down to you with wet open lips and a moan.

You made a show of pulling his clothes down to his ankles, before fully undressing yourself quickly, knowing Kurt needed you right now.

And need you he did. You tossed your worn panties to him with a chuckle, moving your top off as Kurt clenched the still warm clothing in his hands, before bringing it up to his lips and inhaling deeply. He was still just as addicted to your smell. Once he noticed the wetness on the inside of them however, he quickly chucked them to the side so he could try and get a look at you, to see if you were really that wet. Just for him. And he didn’t think he’d even done anything to deserve it yet. God he didn’t deserve you.

“You’re such a good boy for me Kurt.” You rasped out for him as you kneeled your way further up the bed, stretching yourself open in a display that made Kurt’s irises explode wide. “Always my good boy.”

Finally in position, you leant down to his stomach where his poor weeping dick rested, smearing his pre agaisnt your own slick as you gently moved Kurt’s dick over your folds. Wetting it for yourself, and showing him just how hot he made you. You couldn’t help but tease his tip over your clit a few times, moaning orgasmically and only tightening your grip around his cock.

Kurt just groaned, feeling like he could cum already just from you teasing him around your hole. You were so wet and hot. A grunting cry got stuck in his throat as he smashed his head back into the mattress.

Finally, you lowered yourself down on him. Making sure to go as slow as possible. And oh boy if that didn’t make Kurt just scream.

Your clit was already tingling when you eventually got Kurt fully inside you, just resting on his pelvis for a second with your hands pushing on his v line, just letting yourself take in the feeling of him inside you, of your walls completely surrounding him, and how full he made you feel. And fuck if Kurt wasn’t doing the exact same thing. Just with more whispers of ”Please.”

When you started rocking your hips, his whispers turned into moans.

Kurts eyes looked at yours zombie like, an ‘o’ shape clear on his perfectly pink lips, moaning “uh��s every single time you grinded on him, like he was a man possessed by your sex. Truthfully he was. Kurt was fully blissed out already, feeling like he’d been yearning for this for so long. Even though you two had had sex recently. It just hadn’t been like this.

You slowly lifted yourself off him, just a couple of inches, feeling the cool air whip against your wet cunt, before you slammed back down into the warm mess of Kurt’s crotch.

A shattered moan left your boyfriend and you grinned, beginning to start a steady rhythm. Kurt could barely get out a smile in response to your own before his face was twisting in pleasure once more, having to take a second to remember to breathe like you’d helped him with before, and just melt in the feeling. He quickly got it, only getting louder once he regained ability in his vocal cords. Composure was never a thing Kurt was very good at for long though. Especially with you.

Kurt took your hand not slowly, but softly, still moaning under you with breaths that sounded like gargles, as he placed your hand into his brown hair, wanting you to touch it.

Of course you complied, smiling while you fucked yourself on him with wet sounds, as you gripped your hand through his slightly greasy locks. Not tightly, but enough to keep a connection with Kurt, using it to steady your thrusts in and out of him a little, smoothing your fingertips through his hair; he never felt you might’ve pulled a little hard.

Your circled your hips a few times, not that you really needed to because Kurt was so thick, he always filled you up just like you needed, before beginning to fuck yourself up and down on his cock again. Quickly Kurt was hitting that delicate spot deep inside you, and it made your clit throb with need. You let out a large whine, fucking yourself addictively onto Kurt’s cock so he could keep slamming that part deep in your cunt so it made your stomach twist.

Kurt panted loud as soon as he heard that whine, taking your free hand up in his because he wanted to hold it, entwining his fingers as both your palms shifted up and down his chest, while he laid back and watched you make love to him. Feeling every clench and drip of your walls. He wondered if you could feel how hard his dick was throbbing. He knew he couldn’t hold back much more.

“Good boy. Such a good boy for me Kurt.” You moaned, clenching his hand in yours as you tried to thrust your clit against any skin you could find of his, craving that touch.

“Pl-Please?” Kurt moaned out desperately, his grunts becoming louder and louder as your pace sped up in your humping onto his sensitive cock. “Please can I cum y/n? Need it...”

You opened your eyes even though you were in pure ecstasy, but Kurt’s sweet face just made it even better. “Of course you can baby. My good boy can cum whenever he wants. You wanna cum for me Kurtie?”

Kurt didn’t even bother responding. Immediately with your approval, and with your pussy squeezing sporadically around his cock, he came instantly. Spurting hot loads of cum deep inside your cunt, only moaning louder as you rode it out of him, filling you up as he orgasmed for several long seconds, not thinking he could fuck this much cum into you. Your thrusts were so hard and fast now, and he whined out in a yell drenching sweat into the matrress, his wet dick still twitching inside you as you fucked him.

“Fuck Kurt.” You moaned, feeling just how his hot cum stirred inside you while you humped his dick. It was breaking you apart so bad. You forced your hand to cup lovingly at his cheek, even though all you wanted to do with claw scratch marks into his chest. “Didn’t know you had that much in you.” You breathed out, whining throatily as at a new angle your clit managed to find some warm part of Kurt’s body to thrust against, perfectly aligning with the full, sticky, warm feeling you now had. “Gonna make me cum just like that sweetheart.”

You didn’t hold back any sounds at all now. You were as loud as your body yearned for you to be, looking down and seeing Kurt’s worshipping face as you held him, looking straight up at you and smiling not wide, but so deeply happy it made your whole body and mind thud.

“Mmh!” You squeaked out, holding one hand to his hip as you let your movements become sloppier when feeling your walls fluttering come nearer, one hand still placed against his soft cheek as you hit that spot one more time and you felt yourself fully letting go.

Your cunt clenched against him and electricity rippled through your body, being so so loud as you came. So Kurt knew he was doing a good job, that you appreciated him. And you didn’t even need to fuck out your last few thrusts on weak legs, because with your emphatic moans of praise, Kurt held your back and thrust up into you, prolonging your orgasm even more as he fucked you hard, because it always made him happy making you cum.

He was a bit overeager even when you’d finished cumming, but he got tired quickly so you didn’t get overstimulated. He finally stopped his thrusts with a groan, keeping both his hands warmly on your lower back though, just watching you untangle around his dick, and slowly start to come down from your high. Kurt never wanted to not be making you feel like this.

You both just panted, throats on the edge of aching, as Kurt’s burning hands stayed placed on your equally hot skin. He was still inside of you, but it didn’t feel too much, it felt nice, safe in some way. Like you both fit like this.

But soon the soreness in your legs started to finally filter through to your euphoric brain, and you started to move both your hands to his hips, signalling you were about to get off, as soon as you had the energy to do so.

“Can I watch again?”

You looked up to Kurt, seeing his curious eyes and you nodded contentedly. He asked the same question now again.

Appreciating his help as you lifted yourself off him, you laid on your back, relaxing into the mattress. Kurt kicked off the material around his legs as he dragged you by your ankles to the right place and he rolled onto his stomach, peering dreamily at your empty cunt.

After only a couple of seconds he got impatient, so Kurt softly pressed on your stomach, until his cum began to flow out of your already dripping pussy. He laughed a little as he watched it, leaning on his forearms. He liked to watch himself leak from you sometimes. He didn’t really know why but he’d never questioned it before either.

You could feel Kurt’s warm breath against your thighs as he laughed. From where your head tilted you could see Kurt’s happy expression too, but you wanted to take a second before you sat up again. Satisfied to just let him watch you.

His smile was great, always so rewarding, but you weren’t done yet. Feeling movement in your legs again and adrenaline pumping straight to your crotch you sat yourself up, taking Kurt’s hand as his eyes trained on you in intrigue. You stood up, moving to the end of your shared bed, before sitting Kurt upright and dangling his legs from it, kneeling slowly down to the ground as you kept that eye contact.

Kurt gulped as your finger swirled around his kneecap, especially when you leaned your head dreamily on his knees, so so close to his cock that was hardening again at an accelerated speed.

Kurts breathing was slightly louder, but his eyes still remained soft on yours, especially when his trembling hand went to stroke through your hair that curtained his lap. “Baby.”

You felt your limbs turn to mush, as well as all your brain function. He’d spoken in such a loving tone, and you could feel the heat travelling to your cheeks bones, almost like that was the cause for them raising into such a large smile, all of it from him calling you those sweet pet names again.

You gave the area above his knee a swift kiss, smiling with full teeth to him as you spread your digits along his flesh. “I’ve gotta clean my mess off you baby. ‘S only fair.” You told him, almost with a pout to your lips at how you could’ve dared dirty him up. But your wet jutted out lips only served to fuel Kurt’s arousal as you slid them around the tip of his cock, sucking sweetly on it.

“Ohhhhhhgnh.... fuck.” Kurt gripped his thighs as he rocked on his lap, already rock hard just from that small touch of yours. He almost couldn’t bring himself to look down at you like this because he feared it’d make him cum that second. But he also couldn’t tear his eyes away. Not from the way you batted your eyelashes up at him, eyes wide and shiny from the overhead light, nor the way you angled yourself so you could just about brush the tip of your nose against his length when he spoke to you. Definitely not when your lips were so perfectly o shaped around his dick, like your mouth was meant for him.

He tried to hold off his release as best he could. Luckily it seemed to be working.

He brought his hand to your hair, not to pull or take control, but he gently held as much of it as possible in one movement, to hold it like a messy ponytail behind your head, to help you a little. Plus it meant he got to see more of that gorgeous fucking face, with just a few strands of disheveled hair around you as you sucked him.

You gave his slit a small flick of your tongue, watching him hiss and groan from above you. Soon you were kitten licking his tip, for over a full minute, agonising him with teasing touches and you knew it was driving him crazy from his strained high moans he let roll off his tongue.

Moving your hand to hold his base, finally you licked a long stripe on the underside of his cock, making a slow display for your boyfriend above you who just whined.

He tasted like your own slick and his cum, both your releases mixed together. It was even stronger when you finally took most of his length in in one go, still always used to him, taking it out so you could lick your lips for the taste. And you told him what you were tasting, adding onto the end with a gentle squeeze of his balls “It’s a fucking treat to taste Kurt.”

Kurt shifted his hips rhythmically, if only to wriggle out some of the tension building inside of him. “Y-Yeah, wanna give you more, o-of that.” It sounded like he genuinely wanted to but also lost some confidence in the last second to be sure of his dirty words.

You couldn’t respond though except for a small smile, laughing through your nose which Kurt could feel pleasurably, as your mouth was too busy with his dick.

Kurt groaned throatily as you finally took all of him in, your nose hitching against his pelvis before pulling back again. He just liked the feel of gently holding you while you fucked him with your mouth, whimpering to himself which only made things worse as he‘d been trying to quiet his pantings, just wanting to hear the sounds of your mouth taking him all in.

When you licked the big vein of his cock to the roof of your mouth Kurt just lost it. The warm wet feeling enveloping him was making him lose his mind, and you’d only fully taken him about 45 seconds ago. “Mmmm mm!!!” He was desperately trying not to squirm around, needing to feel you encasing him, needing to see the drool leaking your lips as you took such good care of him. His heavy breathing only increased when he looked straight at you, and that sound pooled warmth in your crotch.

You pulled back to wrap your tongue around his length, kissing away a thick glob of pre before taking him back in with a grateful moan, sinking in the feeling of being so full, forgetting all about how the vibrations were causing Kurt’s fists to clench, only remembering as his dick spasmed wildly in your mouth. You were just so happy sitting here with Kurt inside you.

Tightening your cheeks you sucked him more aggressively, and you should’ve known he’d cum nearly just as quick as your second round the first time you were this gentle with him, his first time.

Kurt cried as soon as he felt himself starting to cum, fat tears leaking out as his dick, hidden in your mouth, shot out his hot load, sobs leaving him in a pitch that scraped his throat as you drank him down in such quick movements, and squeezed his dribbling cock as you did so.

The taste was salty and so familair and you swallowed all of it, you loved that taste, you didn’t want to miss a drop. You even licked your lips, after kissing his tip more than a few final times, just making sure all of him went down, as he watched you.

You knew the crying wasn’t from overstimulation, mostly because he always verbally whined when he was overstimulated. Sometimes he just did cry when you two had sex. You didn’t mind though, you liked looking after him.

Standing up, you went over to comfort him, but Kurt spoke first, when you were towering between his legs. “I love you.”

It made your heart soar, and you smiled joyfully as you repeated his words. “Oh baby, I love you too.”

Even though you were just confirming his declaration with your own, and even though you two had said that phrase a thousand times, it still didn’t make Kurt feel it any less. Especially after the past week or so. Kurt looked up at your tall figure from his naked position on the bed frame, with a whimper between his bitten lips as you placed your hands over his warm cheeks and wiped his tears, leaning down and kissing him sweetly.

Kurt happily joined in on the kiss, humming into your mouth as he brushed his lips over your own, knowing how much he’d missed your tongue against his, but he was so glad you were giving it to him now. Kurt could stay happy simply kissing you, he placed a hand onto your cheek and you wrapped yours around his neck, it made his heart feel all good whenever you two kissed. He loved you!

During your kiss you sat back down, your thighs leaning against Kurt even though he wanted nothing more than to scoop you into his lap and not let you leave. But after a few seconds of blissful post kiss haze for him, it wasn’t exactly a sexual kiss, but it made him fuzzy nonetheless, he realised his hand had migrated to your thigh. And once he looked down, he was sure what his next purpose was.

Upon seeing some of his cum exiting down your thigh slowly, Kurt wordlessly leant over with two fingers to scoop some of his release from the outside of your pussy, only to unceremoniously push it back into you. He smiled as your nails gripped onto his bicep, when you felt him inside you for just a second, before he pulled out, wiping his fingers on his own thigh messily.

It seemed that had been the last of sex fueled Kurt for now though, because suddenly he was your sweet boy once more, not that he’d ever stopped being, but you could tell he was tired and, as always, wanting just your affection now.

Kurt leant his head on your shoulder, and you were content with just letting him rest there, even if his eyelashes tickled as they batted against your skin. It felt nice just to have him breathe against you, but especially when he was holding your hands in your lap.

Suddenly you became aware of an acute tugging on your hair, and when you angled your head, you saw Kurt had started mindlessly chewing on it. “Dirty, sweetheart.” You lightly told him, smoothing a hand down his face and ridding your hair from his lips in the same movement. Although you did have to pick out little strands still attached to your head, that were caught on Kurt’s open wet mouth. He liked just sitting there, not having to do anything but keep his mouth open, letting you brush and smooth over his lips, especially when you put your thumb inside for a second, just to sort him out. “Do you want a kiss instead?” You offered him something to do with his mouth.

Kurt of course, didn’t do anything but nod. You kissed him again gracefully, managing to wipe some of his spit off your fingers once you brushed through his hair, the kiss only being a short one which definitely was right for the mood, but was not enough for Kurt. You could tell this yourself by the way his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water when you pulled back.

“Can I-“ Kurt began to ask, rubbing his cheek into your collarbone with a small mewl. “Can I have one please? For a little while?”

He didn’t ask like he wasn’t sure that he was going to get what he wants however. As much as you had him wrapped around your finger, he did too. Sure he made a lot of mistakes, almost all of them small so far, but he was way too cute to stay mad at.

Knowing immediately what he meant, you agreed. Kurt let you shuffle over to the headboard of your bed, even kindly propping the pillows up for you, so you could rest back against the frame, and you opened your arms encouragingly for Kurt. He immediately wriggled into your embrace, laying down against your chest with a peaceful sigh, before taking one of your tits into his mouth and sucking gently.

He kept his eyes opened at first, just looking at your body, not in a sexual way, but just knowing you were there, eyes following your arm as your raised it to stroke his hair, relaxing more at the feel. He physically couldn’t keep his eyes from dropping shut when you caressed the hairs at the nape of his neck though, shivering into your body but only slightly releasing your nipple to exhale a sigh. He was completely latched back onto it again when he was done, looking up into your eyes and knowing everything was going to be okay.

And even though he loved the feeling of his mouth being entertained, especially when it was you inside him, he popped off wetly for a second, because he was too enamoured by your look and your face and just all of you past and present to not open his mouth and speak his mind. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, so much Kurt.” You smiled, knowing he meant it and you were going to be okay.

You were both so happy you were going back to being you again.

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“ℌ𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔟 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔴 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞 𝔣𝔬𝔢 𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥.”

| 𝔐.𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 | ℜ𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 | 𝔑𝔞𝔳𝔦. |

I'm reuploading this because Tumblr nuked the first one and didn't put it on any single tag with no explanation so I made some minor changes by adding a few things and taking them away! So if you have already seen it you don't have to reread it unless you want to. The old one is still up but again the changes are barely noticeable if at all.

Gender: Male reader (Could be read as NB as there are only a few mentions of gendered language)

Character(s): Yandere!Tartaglia x reader

Summary: You are a craftsman who meets the unfortunate fate of catching the eye of a fatui harbinger, he seems to have taken quite an interest in you.

Warning(s): Mentions of dog bites, dog attacks, stalking, Ajax tracking you, mentions of violence, a little gore, minor character death

Words: 1,351

This got deleted like 2 times and I was just about to give up but three times the charm ig. Also, I hc that all or most of the harbingers have at least 1 borzoi or any other "royal" breed, so that feeds into this plot. Forgive for the poor writing, I am doing this on a laptop which I am not familiar with

Fem-aligned, yaoi/fujoshi supporters, pro/comshippers, mlm fetishizers dni you will be blocked

They say don't bite the hand that feeds but that's bullshit, no one deserved a fate like this. You were a no-one. You only worked as a weapon craftsman in Snezhnaya. Mostly making or repairing weapons for fatui soldiers with an occasional avid traveler, for fairly cheap.

You lived well, mora wasn't an issue most of the time, but you would doubtlessly be working for most of your life before you could retire. So, what an immense surprise it was when one of the fatui harbingers pops into your quaint shop one day.

The 11th of the harbingers waltzing through your door with two soldiers behind him. A smile that held no hint of friendliness in it. His eyes scanned over the premade weapons before landing on you working behind the counter. Upon hearing someone approaching you to go to leave your work and greet them when you stop midway. The smile on your face drops instantly into a worried frown as you realize who stands before you.

He had requested you to fix his bow and ordered a few other smaller orders of weapons. You thought that would've been it, you would just fix the bow and never have to work with the unsettling harbinger but no. He came back a week later, then the next week, and the next. Each time he would try to prolong the time you two talked.

You thought barely of it, of course, it was weird but were you really going to question the intentions of a harbinger. To you, he just had a brief case of puppy love that would pass.

Well, it didn't. It got worse, way worse. He would start to bring you bags of mora, flowers, and other gifts. You always rejected them not wanting it to seem like you were reciprocating his love. For one, you were already married to a kind-hearted man, and second whatever he had for you clearly wasn't healthy.

For a while, you put up with his weird attitude but then he started to get way too close in your personal space. His touches always lingered a little longer than comfortable, his dead-like eyes boring through your head, he was snappier, and would start to get mad when you rejected his presents.

It reached a boiling point when he grabbed your waist pulling you flush against him. In an instant your fist connected with his jaw as you weaseled out of his grasp. Reaching for a nearby weapon that is laid on your sketching desk. Childe's guards were ready to strike but quickly put their weapons down when their boss waved a command.

With a nod, they backed down and returned to idle stand behind him. When you looked back at him you expected to see an angry look on his face but instead, he looked excited even happy. The feeling of wanting to vomit arises in your throat, but you still stand firm.

"Plea- Please leave now." With a shaky voice, you command the barbaric man and his guards to leave. To your surprise, he listens. He turns with a smug grin and a wave out the door.

And for the second time, you were foolish. You thought again that maybe he would leave you alone but no. Although he didn't show up in your shop as much, he still sent fatui spies to your shop, you would find gifts wrapped in the finest paper at the steps of your house. The gifts from him never got opened you just threw them aside in the trash. Wanting nothing to do with the ginger haired harbinger.

So, what broke the camel's back? You really didn't know. Maybe he got bored, impatient, frustrated, jealous, or whatever. But something snapped inside him that day. From the beginning the day left off, just the air felt stuffy. You left your spouse at home with a goodbye kiss as you rushed off to open your shop. That day no fatui agents came in, only a few adventures in need of weapons. The snow falling outside felt heavier, and time felt as if it went 10x slower.

Finally, the time came when you could go back home, so with the twist of a key, you locked your shop and trekked your way back home through the inches of snow. But when you got to your house the door was wide open. The handle that was ripped off the door now laying in the snow. Dread filled you as you carefully stepped into the house with your polearm clutched in your hand.

What awaited you flipped your life upside down. In your living room sat Childe in your loveseat with your dead spouse laying on the blood-drenched rug. The smell of iron leaks into your senses, making you gag at the horrendous aroma.

His eyes snap up to yours, and that same ominous manic smile adorns his face. "Welcome home, my love!" He cheered as he stands up to hug you, his arms spread wide. There was no comfort in his voice, it made your ears want to bleed, like nails on a chalkboard.

After the shock wore off the fact that the love of your life had been killed registered in your brain. You felt sorrowful but another emotion gravely overshadowed that. Anger, rage, and hatred bubbled up covering all the sadness you felt. Animosity for Childe was all you felt at that moment.

The grip on your polearm tightens, the sight of him getting closers acting like he hasn't done a single bad thing. It makes you fucking pissed. But you knew there was no way for you to beat him in a fight, you couldn't go up against a harbinger and win. So, you did the only thing you could think of, letting your flight or fight take control.

Your pyro vision lights ablaze, your polearm swings out in front of you creating a wall of fire blocking Childe from getting to you. Without taking a second glance you rush out into the blizzard-like weather. Through the howling winds, you hear him yelling after you to come back and stop running but you don't even when your lungs feel like they could collapse or when your body feels so numb.

The goal was to get out of Snezhnaya because you couldn't dare to look at that place anymore. The mere thought of stepping foot into the city made you shiver. You don't really know how long you have been walking maybe a few hours? Frozen snow clings onto your clothes as you cling onto yourself. The storm was getting really bad, you could barely hear nor see anything. Droplets frozen onto your lashes weighing them down, your eyes feeling droopy. For a while you couldn't hear anything till the sound of dogs barking makes your heart drop.

It was the sound of at least 3 dogs getting closer to you rapidly. You were so exhausted that you didn't even try to speed up, you just hoped that they weren't after you, but nothing was ever on your side was it.

Flickering pain shoots up your arm as you twirl around to see a dog. A Russian wolfhound of course. You just wanted to cry at that point, the only people at this point who were allowed to own those breeds were royals or the harbingers. The guess was that these were Tartaglia's hunting dogs. If they were his then he would follow the steps of these dogs.

The dogs latched ahold of both your arms, the third grabbing onto your back and pushing you down into the frigid layers of bloody snow. You couldn't take it anymore the fatigue and scalding pain overtaking all senses. Black splotches start to cover your vision, ringing in your ears almost blocking out the sound of snow crunching around you.

Before your vision could go out completely a hand grips your hair pulling you up to meet the face of Tartaglia, his unnerving smirk still resting on his freckled face. "You thought you could run darling? Your fucking mine" was the last thing you heard before your head gets thrown into the snow below again and darkness takes you.

Tumblr nuked this again and istg ur homopho-

Fun fact for those who made it this far, but I really love borzoi! I love sighthound in general and have researched them a lot, but borzoi has got to be my favorite. Maybe I'm biased because I have a little borzoi puppy, but they are such a goofy breed, and I would never regret getting one.

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💛AN If you saw this post previously, you are not wrong. Tumblr messed up the tags [Fic didn't show under them after a day from upload time] and I had to reupload it because retyping the tags in the original upload didn't fix the issue. I apologize to those who suddenly saw the fic disappear from their likes. I hope this post doesn't break like the previous one. Thank you @berryberrytan|@skzblogsblog|@alixstay|@anakvasantha for liking the original broken fic💛

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

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You knocked on Chan's studio door "Daddy?" you questioned, peeking your head into the room. Chan fixated his gaze on his laptop, not aware of your presence. You jutted your bottom lip, walking towards him "Daddy," you whispered, blowing against his skin. Chan shivered, jolting when he noticed you "My god, baby. You scared me," he chuckled, pulling you onto his lap. You pouted, crossing your arms. Chan cooed, "What's wrong, sweet girl?" he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You grumbled, hooking your chin over his shoulder "Daddy missed breakfast again," you sulked. Chan's heart sank, "Even if daddy wasn't there, did you eat little one?" he asked, rubbing your back. You shook your head "Not yet," you whispered, fidgeting with your fingers. Chan sighed, "Baby," he stressed, cupping your face. You whined, averting your eyes "I know but I need daddy there," you whimpered.

Chan pursed his lips, staring at his laptop and then back at you. He let out an exhale, "Okay baby, let's have breakfast together," he said after saving his files and putting his laptop to sleep. You kissed his cheek "Thank you, daddy," you said, wrapping your legs around his waist. "I should thank you for being persistent, baby girl," he said, carrying you. "What was daddy working on?" you asked, nuzzling his neck.

Chan hummed, "It's just a demo track for your Uncle Binnie," he said, walking towards the kitchen. You nodded, "Ah," you said, brushing your fingers up Chan's hair. He smirked, "You weren't paying attention to a word I said, were you," tickling your sides. You giggled, "N-no," you stuttered, squirming in his hold. Chan chuckled, placing multiple pecks on your face "Cheeky little thing," he said, lightly biting your cheek.

"No biting, daddy" you whined, slapping his chest. Chan laughed, wincing "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, little one," he said, walking towards the kitchen. You hummed, "Can I help daddy make breakfast?" you asked, tilting your head. "There's no need for that, sweetheart," Felix said, untying his apron. "Mommy," you squealed, making grabby hands towards him. Felix cooed, taking you from Chan "Our sweet girl did a great job at making daddy come down for breakfast," he praised.

"Thank you, mommy" you preened, nuzzling Felix's cheek. He chuckled, kissing your forehead "You mister, should've come down in the first place," he scolded, hitting Chan's shoulder. "Ow, my love. I'm sorry," Chan pouted, rubbing the back of his nape apologetically. Felix squinted his eyes, placing a short peck on Chan's lips "You're forgiven now sit down," he said, taking a seat. Chan's ears grew red, "Yes dear," he said, following Felix's orders.

Felix rolled his eyes, hiding his smile "Eat before the pancakes get cold," he said, handing Chan the bottle of honey. Chan chuckled, taking the honey from Felix "Thank you, mommy," he teased. Felix felt his cheeks burn up, "Oh shut up, Chris," he growled, feeding you a slice of the pancake he cut. You shook your fists, taking a bite. Chan smiled, reaching over to wipe the syrup dripping down the side of your lips "Messy little girl," he said, licking the syrup off his thumb.

You whined, huffing your cheeks. Felix cooed, "Cutie," he said, feeding you another bite. Breakfast when along with peace and serenity in the air. You rubbed your eyes, taking the last bite off Felix's fork "Good girl," Chan praised, ruffling your hair. You leaned your head on Felix's shoulder "Aww, is our baby girl sleepy?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You shook your head, sitting straight "Not sleepy," you mumbled, melting into his warmth.

Chan chuckled, "I think our little one is," he said, bringing the dishes to the sink. You whined, "I'm not," you protested, curling up. Felix cooed, "Okay baby, let's watch a movie while your daddy finishes the dishes," he suggested, carrying you to the sofa. You nodded, snuggling into Felix's chest, "Can we watch Rapunzel?" you asked, clutching his shirt in your fist. Felix smiled, kissing your forehead "Of course, sweetie," he said, playing the movie.

Chan dried his hands, running his fingers through Felix's hair "Is she asleep?" he whispered, kissing Felix's forehead. Felix hummed, "She is," he whispered back, stroking your hair. Chan smiled, "I'll go shut down my laptop and meet you in the room. I could use a nap myself," he said, cracking the joints in his neck. Felix nodded, gently shifting you "Alright," he said, lifting you up. Chan stared at you both for a bit. Felix raised an eyebrow "What's wrong?" he asked.

Chan shook his head "Nothing, I just love you both," he said, pulling Felix in for a kiss. Felix's eyes widened before he sunk into the feeling. Chan pulled away, stroking Felix's cheek "I love both of you so much," he whispered, kissing your forehead. Felix's cheeks burned, "I speak for both of us when I say we love you too," he whispered, biting his bottom lip. Chan traced his thumb across lips "You're going to hurt yourself like this, my love," he whispered, lightly pressing Felix's lip from his teeth.

Felix gulped, avoiding eye contact "We'll meet you in the room, daddy," he said, carrying you up the stairs. Chan chuckled, running his fingers through his head "Fuck," he cursed, heart pounding within his chest. Felix tucked you under the sheets, placing a plush toy under your arms. You whined, snuggling deeper into the pillows. Felix chuckled, rubbing your sides "Sweet dreams," he whispered, laying next to you.

Chan walked in, and his breath got caught at the sight of Felix holding you close to his chest "My heart," he whispered, moving the blankets aside. Felix grumbled, turning his head "Chris?" he rasped, squinting his eyes. "Go back to sleep, Lix," Chan shushed, spooning Felix's back. "Sleep well, my loves," he added before closing his own eyes and drifting to sleep.

You woke up hours later to an empty bed. You frowned holding the plush toy in your hand and trudged off to Chan's studio. You didn't bother knocking on the door and immediately crawled onto Chan's lap. He chuckled, holding you close "Aww, is my little one still sleepy? Do you want to snuggle up on daddy's lap while he's working?" he asked, nosing your hair. You nodded, drifting back to sleep with the sounds of Chan's mumbles serving as white noise.

Felix walked into an empty room, and worry pricked his heart "Where is she?" he panicked, lifting up the blankets. He took in a deep inhale, trying to calm his nerves "I'll just check Hyung's room," he said, walking towards the studio. He turned the knob and a sigh of relief escaped his lips "Oh sweetheart, you almost gave me a heart attack," he mumbled, finding you peacefully curled up on Chan's lap. Chan removed his headphones "Are you alright, love?" he asked, turning his gaze to Felix.

Felix nodded, "Little one scared me when I saw she wasn't in the room," he explained, stroking your hair. Chan frowned, "Ah, shit. I should've given you a heads up," he said, downcasting his eyes. Felix sighed, cupping Chan's face "It's fine, really," he said. Chan shook his head "No, it isn't I should've…" he got cut off by Felix's lips meeting his. Chan gasped before deepening the kiss. Felix moaned into the kiss, holding the sides of Chan's chair.

Chan pulled away, panting "God," he chuckled. Felix smiled, "You really should know when to shut up, Chris," he teased, catching his breath. Chan rolled his eyes, a dopey smile on his lips "Yes dear," he teased. Felix hummed, "Is the baby staying with you?" he asked, adjusting the slipping plush. Chan nodded "At least until she wakes up," he said, rubbing your back. "I'll come back up when it's time for dinner," he said, kissing your forehead and then Chan's.

"Okay, we love you," he said, giving Felix his dimpled smile. Felix shook his head, neck tinting red "I love you both too," he said, closing the door. Chan chuckled, shifting you closer "I guess it's just you and me, princess," he said, fixating his gaze on his laptop once more.

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otomiyaa · 7 months ago

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Sweet Revenge

Sourin & Reigisa (Free!)

Collab with @ticklygiggles

A/N: This Halloween collab was so much fun to write back then. The Free! nostalgia is real!

Summary: Reupload from 31 Oct. 2018 - It’s one pairing against the other in this fic: On Halloween’s night, Rei and Nagisa plan to prank Rin and Sousuke by scaring them to death…. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 2.7K

The night was dark and cold. Children were screaming and laughing, candies were scattered over the floor, pumpkins were lighting the way, and two guys were on their way… on a particular mission. Because it wasn’t just a night. It was Halloween’s night.

“Aaah so nice of Haru-chan to tell us about Sou-chan and Rin-chan’s horror night! Poor thing has no idea what bad news this means for them,” Nagisa said excitedly, snickering like an evil villain as he pulled his mask over his face.

“Well, I guess he did what he had to do to put that idea of pranking poor Makoto-senpai on Halloween’s night out of your evil head,” Rei replied.

“Heh, it’s not like I was really going to! But this is a great opportunity, I’ve always wanted to scare Rin-chan! And Sou-chan’s gonna be a big bonus.”

Nagisa was wearing a scary mask and carrying a backpack that was filled with gear to make this prank the best yet for in the Halloween prank hall of fame, if such a thing even existed.

“Hmm… I think it was here.” They walked past a few apartments until they reached their destination where Haru had directed them to.

The curtains were closed, and Nagisa and Rei exchanged glances and shrugged. “It’s now or never!”

Nagisa took a gigantic fake chainsaw from his bag, as well as a bottle of fake blood which Rei used to splash over himself. It dripped from his face onto his shirt and he probably looked terrifying enough.

“Ready?” Nagisa asked, barely holding all the excitement inside that tiny body of his. When Rei nodded, Nagisa even jumped excitedly as he reached to knock on the door, well more like banging on it.

“Was that necessary, Nagisa-kun?” Rei whispered, raising an eyebrow and fixing his glasses.

“Just to be dramatic,” he giggled under his breath and banged on the door again.

“What is taking them so lo- AAH!” Rei flinched in surprise when the door suddenly opened and almost lost the opportunity to scream along with Nagisa to scare the living hell out of Rin or Sousuke or both, but, as he sees the unimpressed face and that sarcastic raised eyebrow on both Rin’s and Sousuke’s face, he’s not sure about this plan anymore.

“Are you guys serious right now?” Rei surrendered immediately, trying to hold on to the little bit of dignity still on him, but Nagisa kept on fighting and Rei watched how he lifted that weird fake chainsaw of his higher above Rin’s head, ready to attack him.

“Sousuke is even more scary when he’s angry,” Rin mocked and he grabbed Nagisa’s chainsaw with a single hand, snatching it from Nagisa’s hands and throwing it back into his masked face, making him let out a muffled squeak.

“Oi…” Sousuke mumbled, sending a glare to Rin. “So you guys decided to just interrupt us to trick or treat us or what?”

Nagisa took off his mask and cocked his head. “Eh… No. Just scare you?” he said, picking up his fake chainsaw to pull the string of it, and it made a couple more disturbing noises, but none seemed to affect the two males in front of them. Rin and Sousuke looked at each other again, smirked and looked back.

Rin flashed his trademark grin and mocked: “Ohh. Ah booh-booh. We are so scared,” he said, obviously sarcastic. Sousuke nodded, looking all stoic but with this tiny smirk on his face.

“Oh…” Nagisa said, looking down at his chainsaw, a bit flustered because of such a failure of a prank. He then smiled.

“Welllll, I guess we’ll be going again then! Enjoy your horror ni-”

He already turned around, but Rin’s big hand landed on his shoulder before he could make the full 180 degrees, stopping him.

“Ha, I think not,” Rin said, and Rei watched and yelled as Rin yanked his boyfriend into the dark hole that was the unfazed couple’s apartment.

Sousuke didn’t even need to do the same to Rei who immediately yelled “NAGISA-KUN!” as he jumped right in after him, but Sousuke did slam the door shut behind him, and from that moment it was as if they were kidnapped into the underworld.

The apartment was dark and decorated with anything Halloween’ish, from spiderwebs to skeletons and scary pumpkins. The coffee table was packed with snacks (also Halloween themed…), beers and a stack of empty beer cans next to it.

Horrifying screams of pain and slashing sounds were heard as a horror movie continued to play on the TV, and it was then that Rei realized: Wow. These guys are so into this. Now he understood why they weren’t affected at all by their cheap prank-attempt.

Nagisa whined and Rei found him lying rather ungracefully on the floor near the coffee table. He quickly helped him up to his feet.

“So mean! This is kidnapping!”

“Mean, you say?” Rin arched one of his eyebrows and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“You guys were the ones that came to prank us…” Rei flinched when Rin looked directly at him, his maroon eyes seeming to glow in the dark like a real demon, Rei also looked at Sousuke, who was now standing at Rin’s side, and his eyes weren’t less mischievous than Rin’s.

“…and since it was a total failure…” Rei gulped, seeing that smirk grow on Rin’s face.

“I think we should put a suited punishment on you now, don’t you think, Sousuke?”

Sousuke hummed in agreement and before Rei or Nagisa could react, Rin launched forward, going for Nagisa. Rei couldn’t help but feel relieved, but Nagisa shrieked and fell back to the floor with Rin trying to wrestle him down.

“N-Nagisa-kun!”

What were they planning to do? A suited punishment? Halloween… Horror style? Like… Torture?

He desperately started to look around, trying to find any torture instruments in the room or even rope or tape, but the room was too dark and the light from the TV was just enough for him to see his surroundings.

“Rei-chan! Help!” Rei was fast to dive into action, but a sudden squeeze on his waist made him jump and choke on a giggle.

He stopped his movements and looked at his side, finding a hand latching onto him, it was Sousuke and he was wearing the most predatory smirk he had ever seen. Rei gulped.

“S-Sousuke-senpai?”

He stepped away a little, but felt yet another sharp squeeze and he jerked, the corners of his mouth trembled as he tried to keep a smile in check, but then Sousuke thought it would be a good idea to just keep squeezing him there over and over until it was almost impossible to hold it anymore.

Rei tried to escape but he just collapsed against the couch as he squirmed and bit his lower lip tighter than ever. Nagisa was able to look the scene over his wrestle-match with Rin.

“Rin-chan! Don’t do this!” Rei was barely aware that Rin hadn’t started with Nagisa yet and he wondered if only he was going to be tortured- well, it was a better torture than others.

“Rei-chan! Don’t lau-”

“Ahahaha!” It was too late, Sousuke had finally reached for Rei’s ribs and there was no way in hell to keep himself from laughing at that…

“I’m sohohohorry, Nagisa-kuhuhun!” …and as if on cue, Rin started to tickle Nagisa too, who lasted just one second before he broke into loud giggles.

Rei, on the other hand, already shrieked with laughter when Sousuke finally attacked with both hands. He tried to grab his attacker’s wrists to push them away, but Sousuke didn’t budge. It amazed Rei how strong Sousuke was, but the tickling he was inflicting on him felt unbearably gentle, making him want to jump out of his skin.

“N-Nohoho whyyhyyy!” Nagisa cried, flopping uncharmingly as he tried to flip himself on all fours, but Rin would easily wrestle him back down. A claw with wiggling fingers grabbed at his poor stomach, and Nagisa curled around Rin’s hand and giggled uncontrollably.

“Heh, because it’s like torture, isn’t it? And totally painless.”

How friendly. A painless torture as some punishment. Well, for your record, Nagisa’s eyes were almost dropping out of his head as his eyes widened when Rin’s relentless tickling moved towards his armpits. His stomach was hurting already from laughing like this as well. So much for ‘painless’.

“Hyaahahaa noooo!” he screeched.

Sousuke was still tickling Rei with ease, but when Rei managed to roll himself onto his front, he easily picked him up and threw him beside Nagisa to resume the torture over there. Both Nagisa and Rei were laughing their own and each other’s heads off, getting tickled to death by the stronger guys who absolutely looked like two evil devils towering over them.

They seemed to find all the good spots to make them cry. Nagisa thought it was obvious for Rin since they had had a few tickle fights through the years, but as he looked to his side and saw, through his blurry vision due to his tears, Rei laughing nearly in hysterics, head thrown back and body arching up as he desperately tried to escape, he thought that maybe Sousuke and Rin were actual demons that show their true powers during Hallow-

“Eek! Rin-chahahan! Not thehehere! Not there!” Nagisa howled with laughter as he felt Rin cupping his hand on one of his hips, Rin’s thumb finding the bone and digging into it.

“We’re sohohorry!” he cried.

“Are you now?” Rin teased and the sudden sound of Sousuke’s voice made him look up.

“I found a good spot,” Sousuke almost sing-sang as he clawed at Rei’s ribs with nimble fingers.

Rin shuddered. He had been under a tickle attack from Sousuke, so he felt almost bad for leaving him to torture Rei when he seemed to have a little less of stamina than Nagisa.

“We-We ahahahare!” Rei laughed out. “Sousu- sehehenpai!”

He gave up on saying Sousuke’s name completely, the laughter barely letting him talk.

“Please stohohop!”

“Learned your lesson now?” Rin asked, still glancing over at Rei while his own fingers wouldn’t stop poking and prodding at Nagisa’s twitchy body.

“Yehehehes! A-Ahhand i-it was Nahahagisa-kun’s ideaaaa!”

“Rei-chahahan traaaitaahaha!” Rin smirked.

Poor, poor Rei. Seemingly feeling sorry for Rei, being under such drastic Sousuke-assault, was becoming a serious emotion here. He smiled and looked at Nagisa who was whining and mewling beneath him. He knew Nagisa’s character from way back. Of course it was his idea.

“Hey Sousuke, come check this out,” he finally said.

Sousuke looked up and Rin demonstrated Nagisa’s super sensitive thighs by doing the exact same thing that made him shriek earlier.

“EYAHA!” Nagisa jerked and kicked, his flailing arms nearly hitting Rin in the face.

“Need help over there?” Sousuke asked. His hands on Rei’s poor wheezing body stilled, and Rin shrugged.

“Maybe?”

That’s when victim #1 was finally released from his torture as Sousuke got up and crouched down where Rin was.

“Hold these for me.” Rin handed Nagisa’s flailing arms over which Sousuke pinned gladly over his head and watched how Rin continued to dig into his thighs, seeking that master spot that would make the poor blond turn to jello.

“Rei-chahahahan!” Nagisa begged, shrieking when Rin brushed his fingers on that very sweet spot on the inside of his thighs.

“Help mehehehe!” he finally howled as Rin smirked and focused on said spot, squeezing it away with nimble fingers as Nagisa jolted with every touch and desperately tried to pull at his trapped hands.

Rei was barely getting his breath back when Nagisa was drowning in his own laughter. Rei put himself back together and shakily started to crawl to save his tiny and helpless boyfriend but stopped when Rin sent him a glare.

“Help Nagisa and you’ll be next, Rei,” he warned, and Rei gulped, not exactly wanting to be in Nagisa’s position.

But Nagisa’s face was starting to get a bit too red and his laughter was going all breathless and hoarse, and yet he was wearing the happiest smile ever. Rei had to sigh, of course Nagisa was enjoying himself. Regardless, he still thought that his face was red enough and that those were some unhealthily squeaky breaths, so he needed a break.

Almost without thinking about the consequences, he reached for this spot Nagisa once told him was a good spot on Rin (actually, he randomly said it one time when he was tickling Rei to pieces, claiming that they both shared that spot), right above the left hipbone. Rin barked out a laugh feeling the squeeze on his side and he immediately launched for Rei.

“You’re asking for this, aren’t you?”

“No, Rin-senpai!” he squeaked as Rin took a seat on Rei’s stomach.

“I think we both learned our lesson!” he tried. To no avail. Both demons’ attention were now officially on him, and ohhh lord…

“Hmm, I see.” Rin smirked.

“But I think it’s only fair if we get you as bad as Nagisa, don’t you think, Sousuke?” Sousuke smirked back and he fucking wiggled his fingers at Rei. Oh how Rei regretted this decision.

But then he glanced at Nagisa who was panting and wheezing breathlessly, with this somewhat cute relieved and thankful smile on his face, looking like the sweetest angel he absolutely wasn’t (heck, he was the guy who brought them into this shit in the first place).

But seeing him like that gave him courage, so Rei bravely brought his hand up towards his head and saluted his tired boyfriend. “Nagisa-kun! Don’t worry about me! I will be okay!” Aaand okay as in- laughing so much until his stomach hurt, but all for a good cause.

Nagisa took as much time recovering as it took Rin and Sousuke to tickle Rei to death, and by the time everyone stood on their feet again (Rei wobbling weakly and leaning against Nagisa), the horror movie that had been playing for Rin and Sousuke’s entertainment had already reached its credit roll.

“Well guys, now that that’s over with, why don’t you two join us for our next movie? It’s all about torture. The unpleasant one,” Rin said, a dirty smirk on his face. Rei wanted to go in discussion about how that could mean Rin would call their torture just now ‘pleasant’, but Nagisa already nodded excitedly. “Oh yes! Let’s watch it!”

Well somehow Nagisa was an angel after all, forgiving these two devils for tickling them to death like that, but then again… Rei smiled. They did deserve it, a little. Well at least, Nagisa did. Rei… not so much. “We’re in,” he said with a smile.

And the remainder of the night was spent on the couch, both couples enjoying a drink and a snack and some unnecessarily bloody movie that totally fit Halloween’s theme for real. Watching this, Rei almost felt bad calling their predicament earlier ‘torture’. He’d be able to live with ‘sweet revenge’.

Epilogue (new)

Sousuke could barely hear Rin's voice due to the loud crunching noises as he enjoyed some tasty crisps.

"What did you say?" he asked with his mouth full. Rin rolled his eyes and repeated:

"Look at them. Can't believe they are like this." Sousuke looked to the side. Rei and Nagisa had both fallen asleep, and the movie hadn't even reached its best part yet.

"Probably tired from all that," Sousuke said.

Rin snickered. "All what?"

Sousuke glared at him. "You know what."

Rin shrugged. "No. I actually don't." He nudged Sousuke with his foot.

"Say it."

Sousuke sighed. "You know I don't like to say that word. Now watch the movie," he commanded, but Rin reached out and tickled his side.

"HNGh!" Sousuke jolted and threw his snack bowl all over Nagisa by accident. Nagisa kept sleeping.

"You tickled those two to death but can't even say the word. Come on, say it," Rin said, but Sousuke quickly grabbed him and pushed him backwards.

"I know something better," he said, and although he could Rei whine now that he Rin was falling on top of him, Sousuke still began to tickle Rin mercilessly.

"HEheheey! You're so- ahahaah!" On the screen, slasher movie sounds could be heard. On the couch, Rin's loud shrieky laughter could be heard, and under from under Rin, Nagisa and Rei's wails could be heard as well. Sousuke smirked. It truly was one remarkable night of Halloween!

#reupload #collab #free!#sourin #reigisa #tickling #tickle fic #rei #nagisa #sousuke #rin #otomiya!writes

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orangeboulevard · 2 months ago

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Soldiers Doing It With Their Boots On (OneShot)

((Had to reupload cuz it got flagged sighhh) Day eight of kinktober!! Wowie?! I almost fell asleep writing this at midnight, guys I'm sorry 😔 jkjk Dynamics: enemies to lovers one-sided? I suppose, mlm, soldier x soldier Content: chastity -> uniforms -> eyefucking Word Count: 1128

It's been two weeks, the longest two weeks of Dean's entire life.

Their assignment objective is this: deliver Mr Mayotte to their troops that will be waiting at the East border. Their journey, however, is through the mostly uncharted mountainous region, with possible hostile inhabitants living in the mountains. That is why Dean is on this assignment despite knowing little about the native geography and even less about the political alignments of the bordering countries; he is the brawn.

Lieutenant Cameron Lewis is the brains of their small group, small as to be able to stealthily make their way without being detected. He is also... an asshole. An unfairly attractive asshole. Just because he's calling the shots and pointing them where they're supposed to go, a native to the area and a navigation specialist, doesn't give him the right to look down his nose at Dean. Consequently, Dean spends most of his time glaring at the back of Cameron's head, definitely not at his muscular back and ass, his footfalls silent due to training, and also just outright glaring at him sometimes, like over dinner. As he is doing right now.

It was a small fire, they didn't want to draw attention but it was enough to warm their rations. Mr Mayotte was reading his book, not paying attention to the strained atmosphere, he was used to it by now. Dean stabbed his fork at what he guessed was supposed to be chicken whilst he glowered at Cameron. The other man had made a particularly scathing remark about his intelligence earlier that day. Cameron just met his glare, a cocky smile lining his face.

Dean wanted to hit him. Cameron seemed to sense his growing frustration, his grin grew wider. His eyes darted at Dean's lips then back up. Wait what. Dean's brows furrowed, he's not sure he imagined that. But then he spotted it again, Cameron's gaze falling from his eyes to his lips, then to his chest and lower... Before slowly rising back up. Dean shifted uncomfortably and lowered his eyes. He had to be reading this wrong. He couldn't. Not with him in any case.

It was later that night that Dean discovered that he did not misinterpret Cameron's wandering eye.

Dean was trying pitifully to fall asleep; it was cold, the kind of cold that invaded your clothes and set deep within your soul. Not even wearing his full uniform offered him complete shelter from the biting frigidness. As he wrapped his sleeping bag tighter around himself, he heard the zipper of his tent start to drag down.

Dean instantly had his gun in his hand, pointing it at the uninvited. To his very private delight, Cameron held up his hands in surrender, "Just me, stand down, soldier."

"What do you want, Sir?" It was a cold and formal tone; Dean did not want to spend any more time around Cameron than he had to, especially not at night, especially not alone.

"A branch cut through my tent, I need to sleep here tonight before I can fix it tomorrow."

Oh for fucks sake. "You couldn't bunk with Mr Mayotte?"

"Scooch over."

Dean grumbled as he wiggled sideways in his sleeping bag, Cameron laid down his own bag before setting himself down. There wasn't much space; they were almost chest-to-chest. Dean coughed before turning, his back faced Cameron instead. Soon, exhaustion overruled Dean's awkwardness and he fell asleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic.

Dean started awake from a nightmare. His eyes searched the darkness for the person whom he'd just seen behind his eyes, the blood and the flesh and oh god, the horrible smell- he snapped out of his descent when he felt Cameron's nose brush against the back of his neck. He just now registered the other man's hands around him, their sleeping bags set over them both- Cameron must have moved them- but why? Warmth?

Dean couldn't deny he was pretty contently warm, he just wished the cost wasn't having Cameron spooning him. He could feel himself already getting hard. Damn he was so pent up. He felt Cameron's lips brush against the exposed skin of his nape and he froze.

"Are you awake?" Dean whispered. The kiss planted on his neck was all the answer he needed. "Get off." His tone was snipped.

Instead, Cameron pushed his growing bulge against Dean's ass, his kisses running down his neck. Dean gritted his teeth, spinning around so he could push Cameron off.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He can't make it Cameron's face from his dark it is.

"Don't act like you don't want this, you're always staring at me." Of course he noticed.

"No. I don't... And in any way, we could get in serious trouble-"

"Sod the rules. No one has to find out."

"... Mr Mayotte?"

"He won't find out, he's probably sleeping right now. But even so, if he isn't we'll just have to be quiet."

"I've... I've never... I wanted to wait till marriage."

"... Do you still want to?"

"Yeah. Just... You're gonna have to tell me what to do."

"Well, One: undress."

There's a dull sound of their uniform being stripped off and lazily being discarded nearby. Dean shivered from the air, he pulled the covers up further over both of them.

"Okay, two," Cameron started, "before you can... Do that. You're gonna have to.. just. Let me." Dean jumped when he heard and felt the other man crawl under the covers.

He slapped a hand over his mouth when he felt Cameron's warm tongue lapping over his hard dick. The man held his hips in place as he coated him in saliva. Dean whined when Cameron stopped, but stared down interested when the other straddled him.

The covers fell about them, the cold air catching against Dean's sweaty chest. Cameron set his hands on Dean's chest, Dean was about to ask what he was doing when he felt it. His cock entering a tight hot space, very very tight. Dean hissed in pain slightly.

"Three," Cameron stated breathlessly, his voice is undercut with soft gasps and groans, "You're gonna put your hands on my hips, yeah just there and you're gonna move me up-"

Dean did so, abruptly pulling Cameron all the way down his dick. He felt the other man clench, his back arched.

"MMNGH! Ah! Not- Not that fast!" Dean had to shush him, hopefully Mr Mayotte didn't hear. Oh, who were they kidding? He definitely heard Cameron's half moaning and half screaming as Dean pounded into him. For a virgin, he sure didn't hold back.

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gatalentan · 1 year ago

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hi gang while I obviously don't own the photos i post here, and I don't care if you post them on other sites like the bird app, I would really appreciate if you don't just wholesale repost them as new posts on here, especially the same day I post them. it may seem like not a big deal but i do extract, de-watermark (which sometimes involves sitting there with the paintbrush on photoshop, depending on how bad the watermark is, like the obnoxious alamy and shutterstock ones), fix exposure and resize them for tumblr which does take time, it's not like I 1:1 slap them off getty or whatever onto here. i'm not just downloading them from an article. like is it photo p*racy? it sure is! so it is fair game to use them for whatever you want - that's why i went to the effort of dewatermarking them and posting them so they're not stuck behind a paywall and everyone can enjoy it without branding all over someone's face. but I can tell when it's my edits that you're reuploading as just a brand new post taken from mine because of my recolouring and resizing to tumblr dimensions, lol. i don't really care about getting the notes for it, but it is kinda jarring to see my exact post repackaged a few hrs later with some comment that could have just been in the tags. i do get if like the photo has gone on an adventure and you got them off the bird app from someone else, though. but just something to bear in mind, yeah? like if they've been at an event, my ass WILL post the photos if someone else hasn't already skgjrnkr (and if i haven't, give me a heads up and i'll grab them for ya!). but like. just reblog it.

#i'm not gonna call anyone out directly bc it's deeply unserious but. yeah

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via-rant · 1 year ago

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Reuploading Chapter 5! Changed a lot about it! Gave it more thought! Here!

Percy felt sick to his stomach, looking at his shoulder, gushing with blood. His eyes darted up at Luke. What had he done to these kids that they'd turn out like this?

Luke looked at Leo in horror. He opened his mouth like he was gonna say something, but it's like he didn't know what to say.

Then, of course, there was Nico. He looked like he was about to cry. "Leo, please. Don't hurt him."

Leo gripped the knife tighter. "He let your sister die, why shouldn't I hurt him?"

Percy swallowed thickly. It was true, he hadn't been fast enough, strong enough. He should've protected her. He should've been the one to die. This was only fair.

Nico took Leo's hand in his own. "I... I don't want him to get hurt. Please, I..." He got choked up, and broke down in front of his best friend.

Leo opened his arms and let Nico fall into them. "It's the only way, Nico. We both know it. It's the only way for us to win."

Nico hated this. He wished there was a way to leave without going back to the gods. To try and topple them over without relying on the titans. He knew they'd be trading one set of dictators for another if they kept on like this.

Leo held him tighter. "Besides, it's not like he'll let us live."

That angered Percy more than anything, and he spoke through the pain.

"You really think... I'm heartless enough to kill you two?" He asked. "You're just kids. And Nico..." He sighed. "... Nico, all I've ever wanted was to protect you. I'm sorry I failed."

Nico was torn, and confused, and just wished he didn't have to choose.

Luke stepped forward. "I guess we're not that different, then." Luke held out a hand, offering it to Percy.

Don't do this. Please. You're my most valuable asset.

"So you finally admit it." Luke admitted under his breath. "You're powerless without me."

You'll regret this insolence, boy! I'll make your life hell!

Percy took his hand and pulled himself up. "... Does this mean you're coming back?"

Luke thought for a moment. He didn't want to face Chiron again, didn't want to be expected to admit he was wrong, to suck up to the olympians. But if that's what it took to ensure these kids' safety...

"... Fine." He brought Percy over to the cot Leo had been laying in, fixing up his arm.

This better be a trap. You better be spying.

Leo glared up at Luke. "So you're just gonna let him back into our lives when he screwed everyone over!?" His hands balled into fists by his sides. "You're a joke."

He's right.

Luke cut a length of bandage. "He's right. It's safer over there. Better food, real beds and wooden structures instead of tents. And an actual medbay instead of just letting you fend for yourselves when you're sick or hurt."

"Is that it?" Percy asked. "You're not coming back because you've realized you're wrong?"

Luke shrugged. "You actually take care of each other over there. The whole reason I left is because I was sick of the gods leaving us to fend for ourselves, but we do the same thing here. Survival of the fittest and all that."

Percy nodded thoughtfully, watching the bandage wrap around his arm. He still didn't trust Luke, but he was willing to do whatever got these kids to safety. Percy wondered why the other kid, Leo, look so hurt and watched as he stormed out in anger, Nico following him. They just noticed Faith at the tent looking confused and scared.

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"Leo what's wrong?" Nico asked following him close behind.

" 'What's wrong?!' We're watching our leader turn against us, that's what!"

"They hurt you. You passed out, he's protecting us."

" 'Protecting us'?! What?! Like Agnus?!" Leo yelled and Nico glared. Agnus is a guy they trusted. They became friends and he used them, framed them for drug use.

"That's different." Nico said, sounding like he was going to cry again.

"Oh, it's different! It's always different!" Leo yelled and Nico glared harder. He didn't know what that meant but he could tell he heard it a lot. Maybe he said it a lot. And he did. He's trusted over and over and over and they all ended up with him heartbroken. And he had that same feeling with Luke now. He's not ignoring it again.

"We can. Trust him." Leo had smoke coming from his arms but neither noticed.

"No! You can trust him! How am I supposed to trust a guy who used kids?!"

"He saved my life! He just saved yours!"

"He probably only did it because he felt obligated to!"

"He's been taking care of us!"

"Just like everyone else here! You think we're special?!"

"Woah woah woah boys!" Faith said running to them. She didn't hear anything they said except the last few sentences. And she saw the smoke coming from Leo. His arms, legs, hair. She heard commotion over here with swords and came over as fast as she could when she heard them arguing. She took a breath.

"Nico? Why don't you go see Luke? I need to talk with Leo." Nico stormed off to the tent wiping his tears and kicking rocks on the way as cracks showed up in the ground under his feet. Faith looked back at Leo and sat in front of him.

"What?" He asked holding back tears. She pat the spot in front of her and he rolled his eyes but did what she said in an angrier way, knees to his chest, picking at the grass next to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

"Nothing!" He yelled and she sat quietly in concern. She waited until he was calmed down just a bit. The smoke clearing with each piece of grass he ripped out of the ground.

"You know I'd never hurt you. Right? You can talk to me." She said and it was a few seconds before Leo sighed.

"I met dad."

"Oh! Really? When?"

"In my dream." She smiled.

"Was I right?" And he laughed a little. "Yeah you were right. It's 'Hephy'." He used finger quotes and frowned, wiping his tears and she frowned with him. She debated asking about the smoke but decided against it. Focus on helping him relax.

"What happened?"

"He watched. My entire life he watched and did nothing." He hugged his legs tighter. "And now Luke is leaving and you guys saw the smoke and I might have just ruined mine and Nicos friendship." He was crying at this point.

"I fucking stabbed someone, Faith! What is wrong with me?!" He yelled then hid his head in his knees.

"Mi Tía tenía razón. Soy el diablo (My aunt was right. I am the devil)." He cried and she didn't know what he said but she knew what to say about the other things. He started to calm himself down.

"Hun, there is nothing wrong with you. You learned something horrible and reacted. Also you and Nico just had an arguement. That happens sometimes. Friends have arguements. You just need to apologize and make up for it however you can." She assured and he wiped his tears taking deep breaths. Then she thought about the other things she saw, things he mentioned.

"What about the smoke?"

"It's not just smoke. It's fire. I hate it. I have no control over it and get too worked up about something and I always end up hurting someone."

"So you don't use it?"

"What if I lose control again?"

"Leo, it's better to use it more. The more you use it, the more practice you have with it. Learn to control it so you don't hurt the good people when you do use it."

"How?"

"I can look in my archives. Maybe I can find something there." Leo made a face of disgust.

"Boring."

"You read."

"Fantasy books, ma'am. With action and adventure. Not text books." He said and she rolled her eyes with a smile as he laughed. Especially at ma'am. Being Trans was really hard here. People respected her but only when they knew it was her. Anyone who didn't know her just immediately thought she was a guy. Short hair (all the woman had to cut their hair short due to the lack of supplies they had) taller, more muscular than a woman. She didn't have any satisfaction of any HRT or surgeries due to her family kicking her out as soon as she said those words, so her voice sounded "manly" too. Leo understood. He told her about being born a girl when she told him.

She shook her head knowing she was getting off topic. Then thought about the last thing he said.

"One more thing Leo." She asked and he raised a brow. "What do you mean by Luke is leaving?" He told her what happened since he woke up and she stared in heartbreak.

"I'll uh... I'll talk to him and we can come up with something." She said when he finished explaining.

"Come on. Let's go check on Nico first. Then bed time. It's getting late." He nodded and stood up before hugging her. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders - as she was still sitting down - which surprised her. He didn't let anyone else but Nico touch him unless they needed to. This means he trusted her. She smiled and hugged back. They lasted for about a minute before walking back to the tent, Leo ignoring the voice in the back of his head.

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The first part is by @moa-broke-me !!

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finn-m-corvex · 1 year ago

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Jaya Week 2023 Day 1: Hobby

IT (was) JAYA WEEK! Going to be honest with you, folks, I completely forgot this was a thing until I saw the post for it literally the day before it started (today, the 31st for me) so now I'm on a mission to speed write the other six days.

I hope you guys like this one! Small something to help me get back into writing small things. I'll be posting these on ao3 too!

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It hadn’t started as anything important, really. Nothing more than a hobby for them.

She could still remember the day that Jay had walked her around the bowels of the Bounty for the first time since he had built the engines, showing her the innards of the mechanations. Jay had the biggest smile on his face as he pointed out the various gears and wires, happily explaining what they did with a speed that lightning would’ve envied. His hands were articulating wildly, very nearly hitting her in the face every few minutes and she was amazed he hadn’t hit the walls with how cramped the area was.

Even then, all she could think about was how good he looked in his black tank top, his muscles on full display paired with the boyish face that she had somehow fallen so hard for.

Until he finally stopped talking to take a closer look at one of the cooling systems, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” she had asked, coming up behind him and trying to see for herself.

Jay sighed, reaching for the worn blue toolbox that he had left in the corner. “One of the pipes is coming loose. We’re going to have to get a new one somewhere, but I should just be able to tighten it until then.”

She watched as he grabbed a wrench covered almost top to bottom in rust, and part of her wondered if it was really in the best condition to be used. Jay chuckled when she asked him about it, and held it up for her to see. “My pa always says that the most worn tools are the most reliable. The more worn they are the better, because if they’ve lasted you this long, why wouldn’t they get you a little farther?”

It hadn’t made any sense to her at the time. Instead of asking Jay and trying to understand it, Nya had pressed on. “Can you show me how?”

“What?”

“Can you show me how to fix it?” Nya clarified, and for some reason she felt nervous about asking him. Jay looked at her, surprised, and she was worried that he would say no when a delighted smile spread across his face.

“Of course! Come on, I’ll teach you everything I know,” he said, and she was smitten with the way he continued babbling to himself when she stepped up next to him. Most of what he had been saying didn’t make a lick of sense, but eventually she started picking up what he was putting down. Reaching to take the wrench from him, their hands brushed, and she shivered when Jay’s touch lingered for a bit longer. His thumb rubbed small circles on the inner part of her wrist, nail tracing along the veins visible through her skin.

Jay didn’t move his hand until she had finished tightening the bolt, but even then it was only to wrap his hand around hers. She was surprised by how warm it was, almost like the lightning buzzing under his skin was heating it, and she smiled at the small lightning scars already snaking up his hand.

Pulling back, Nya was hardly startled when she felt his other arm settle around her waist. “Did I do it right?”

What did startle her was Jay’s dopey grin, dripping with so much love and affection that it made her heart squeeze in her chest. His gorgeous blue eyes were looking directly into her own muddy brown, and Nya was close enough to see the light dusting of makeup covering the smattering of freckles that she knew to be there.

She wanted nothing more than to tell Jay that he didn’t need the makeup, and that they all would’ve loved to see the constellation of stars splashed across his face, but she knew he wouldn’t hear it.

He leaned in, and Nya smiled when he gave her a side hug. “You’re so amazing,” he praised, and she hadn’t felt so special since the day Kai had told her that she was finally big enough to start helping in the forge.

The two of them had spent the rest of the day with each other down there, Nya working steadily on all of the engines while Jay happily talked her through it and through literally every other interest he had ever experienced in his life, but it was still one of Nya’s fondest memories.

The first time she had looked back on the memory, the two of them had been staying in Dr. Julien’s old lighthouse, on the run from Nadakhan.

Leaning against the open window and watching the horizon, Nya had turned around to see Jay messing with some of the gadgets on the room’s only table. They had only been there for a few hours, his gi still crumpled from his time aboard the Misfortune’s Keep.

Almost as if he sensed her gaze, Jay turned around, and Nya’s heart ached at the sight of him; his normally bright blue eyes were dulled with pain that he could barely keep concealed, a long and thick line running right across the one on the left. It was a miracle that he could still see out of it, really, but Nya knew that his vision had been compromised immensely.

She took special care to stay on the right side of his line of sight, cupping his cheek once she was close enough to do so. He leaned into her touch with a shudder, and Nya cringed at the way bruises travelled down his neck, coating his torso in ugly shades of black and blue under the gi.

It was so hard to see him hurting, to know that every breath he took felt like inhaling shards of glass and that his vision would never be cleared whenever he blinked. “Are you okay?”

Jay gave a soft wheeze, his naturally curly hair falling forward and framing his face in a way that he wouldn’t normally allow. “I’ll be fine, Nya. I promise. Just give me a couple days, alright?”

The more worn they are the better, because if they’ve lasted you this long, why wouldn’t they get you a little farther?

No matter how much he had been worn down, how much of his outer paint chipped away and his surface seemingly rusted beyond the point of usage, Jay had always managed to come through for them, for her. Nya guessed that Jay’s pa had been right yet again.

Which all led to this moment, years after the lighthouse, even longer since she had been walked through the first mechanical marvel that had given flight to the Bounty. They were holed up in the monastery’s workshop, a place deep underground so as to not disturb the inhabitants above. It was younger her’s dream, fully stocked with every part she could imagine and loaded with as much metal as they could ever need in as good of a quality as they came. Of course, they still kept a pile of junk from the Walkers’ scrapyard, partly to keep them in business, but mostly because it was Jay’s preferred materials when it came to his projects.

Her Yin was standing at a workbench only a short distance away, working away on a circuit board with his favorite zip-up hoodie on. He turned around, the hoodie falling off of his shoulder and exposing the scars from the Misfortune’s Keep mixed with the figures from his lightning powers.

Somehow, he always knew when she was looking at him.

“Everything okay?” he asked, noticing that she had stopped working on her own project. Weariness was set deep in her bones; it was well past for them to have gone to bed, but Nya knew that Jay would be up for as long as she would be. Insomnia was second-nature to them at this point.

She held her chin in her hand, elbow on the table as she stared at him with half-lidded eyes. How had she gotten so lucky?

Nya shut her eyes when she felt Jay’s arms wrap around her from behind, resting his cheek on top of her head. He was warm, just like all those years ago, and she craved that feeling despite wearing her own fairly thick hoodie.

“Just thinking,” she said, choosing to grasp his forearm when his hand came to rest on her shoulder. Jay hummed, rubbing his thumb along the small sliver of skin exposed by her waist.

“That’s a terrible thing,” he quipped, and Nya chuckled in response. She leaned up to give him a quick peck on the cheek, and he looked at her with surprise. Nya was a little surprised herself; she wasn’t normally one for such straightforward affection.

His blue eyes, soft and as loving as they could be, suddenly narrowed in suspicion. “Did I forget an anniversary?”

Maybe it was a little mean, but all Nya could do was laugh. She giggled some more when she saw Jay’s pouting face underlined with worry that she was quick to kiss away. “No, honey, you didn’t forget an anniversary. I’m just remembering the time you were showing me around the Bounty for the first time.”

It took a second before his face cleared of the confusion. “Why were you thinking about that?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just wondering how all of this,” she gestured to the workbench piled high with parts, “became more than a hobby, you know?”

“Why wouldn’t it still be a hobby?” Jay asked genuinely. “I mean, you still enjoy it, and that’s enough for it to be a hobby for me.”

Technically, he was right, but it didn’t really help Nya to feel better. “We haven’t really built something fun in a long time, though. Most of what we’ve been making is for missions and the team; kinda sucks the joy right out of it.”

Jay gave her a mischievous smile that made the hair raise on the back of her neck. “Then tomorrow we’ll just have to do something fun. Zane and Pixal can take care of the mechs for a little while. I was just thinking about building us a new toaster with lasers.”

“Lasers?” and Nya could barely get that out before Jay’s lips brushed against her own, and a small spark burned through her body. She didn’t waste a beat, burying her hand into his curly hair when he deepened the kiss.

They never made it back to bed that night.

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