#sigh whatever this is what i get for popping in instead of preparing for bed at this hour

[buryam-soul]

Just finished reading the frustrating ending to a novel i otherwise liked. Escaped to tumblr to unwind and the first note I see is someone tagging me in a "ohh those palestinian donation asks are a scam~" post. What if I punch a wall.

[kairoot]

TEETH ⌇ SJY

SINK MY TEETH IN YA— jake has been hiding a huge secret from you—he’s a vampire. after going six months without feeding, his control is slipping, especially when he's around you, sensing your blood. when you notice his strange behavior and confront him, he brushes it off. but soon, he can’t hide it anymore and reveals the truth, expecting you to be scared. instead, he’s shocked when you offer to let him feed from you.

𝓅𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 vamp!jake x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 esatablished relationship , thriller (?) , suggestive 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 biting.. (jake is a vamp hello…), kissing, physical touch, etc. — ℳ𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴：layout insp by sav bb 🤍. please reblog and/or leave feedback. it is greatly appreciated !— 𝐌𝐒𝐅.

“you ready, babe?” jake asked, walking in the bedroom while still running a comb through his gelled hair.

you adjusted the necklace in the mirror, moving it around to your liking.

“almost.”

jake chuckled to himself, knowing it always took you a while to get yourself dolled up and you’d stand in the mirror until you actually liked what you were wearing.

“you look fine, baby.” he appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close to him.

you sighed, not believing him but prepared to leave anyway. you both decided to attend the town’s halloween party tonight (you begged jake to go), seeing as you don’t really go out as much as you used to. when you and jake started dating, you both attended nearly every gathering there was. but jake had suddenly become uninterested in going out.

you wondered why, seeing as he always seemed like a people person to you but after some thought, you figured he just wanted to stay in and enjoy each other in private. you didn’t mind it, but a part of you missed the lively atmosphere.

jake still clung to you, placing his face in the crook of your neck.

“what perfume are you wearing tonight? smells so good..” he mumbled, almost slurring, taking in whatever scent it was. the smell was so intoxicating, he almost felt faint.

“i didn’t put any on yet,” you giggled, not noticing his grip on you tighten and the slight tension in his body.

now jake was confused. if you didn’t have any perfume on, why was your scent so strong? it seemed irresistible.

but once he thought about it, the answer popped in his head. before he could pull away, a searing pain shot through the front of his mouth, causing his hand to fly up to hold it.

you turned around when you heard him let out a painful groan, placing a hand on his jaw, giving him a concerned look.

“is everything okay?” you questioned, waiting for him to answer as his face contorted in discomfort.

jake had realized that it’s been nearly 6 months since he had a taste of the red liquid that kept him alive. he had been feasting as if he were human and could live off of normal meals. but he should have known that wasn’t the case. he thought he could handle it— pretend to be human. but now his control was slipping.

jake swallowed hard, stepping back from your touch. “i’m fine.” he muttered, but his voice lacked conviction, and he couldn’t meet your eyes. he took another step back from you, sitting on the edge of your bed.

you could sense that something was wrong, a strange tension in the air. “jake.. what’s going on?”

he exhaled shakily, his facade crumbling. he didn’t want to tell you, but he knew he couldn’t keep this hidden much longer. not with the way your scent was overwhelming him, making his throat burn with need.

his hands rested beside him as he gripped the bedding, trying to calm himself down. he avoided any eye contact with you, scared that he’d immediately lose all self-control.

“baby, we don’t have go this party if you’re not feeling well—“

jake shook his head, forcing a smile that didn’t really reach his eyes, “no, i’m fine. i promised you we’d go.”

you hesitated, not at all convinced by his words. his body had relaxed a bit more but you could tell he was holding back on something, “are you sure, jake?”

jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. “i’ll be okay, babe, honestly. i just need a distraction.” he finally looked at you, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. “you’ve been looking forward to this. don’t let me ruin it for you.”

you smiled softly, walking toward him to hold brush your hand against his cheek. “alright.. but i’m driving,” you said, grabbing the car keys from the dresser. “i’m not letting you behind the wheel when you look like you’re about to faint.”

jake chuckled slightly, but there was no argument. he followed you out of the bedroom, the tension between you both still lingering. you hoped the party would actually distract him, seeing as you had a feeling that there was something he wasn’t telling you.

as you made your way to the car, you glanced at him, seeing the way his jaw clenched. he seemed so distant and you couldn’t help but worry about what the night would bring.

you both arrived at the party’s venue— a large but old mansion decked out with eerie decorations. pumpkins were scattered across the yard while cobwebs covered the corners of the porch. the sound of laughter and music was heard from the open doors of the house.

you turned the car off, sitting there for a moment before getting out. you wanted to ask jake what was really on his mind or what was bothering him.

“baby,” you called for him but no answer. he was distracted and looking at whatever was going on outside the passenger window.

“jaeyun.” your hand touched his arm this time, catching his attention. he hummed in response, turning his head to face forward now.

you shuffled closer to him, your chest pressed against the side of him.

“you know you can talk to me right?”

instead of answering, he sighed, lowering his head. if you kept asking about what was bothering him, he’d have no choice but to tell you. he hated keeping things from you especially because he knew you only wanted him to feel better and you wanted the best for him.

you leaned in to press soft kisses along his jaw, making him exhale softly. your hand made its way to his chin, turning his head so he was facing you.

you pecked his lips a couple of times before pulling away slightly to look him the eyes. they seemed darker tonight, the usual spark in them looked like it had disappeared.

"jaeyun, i mean it," you whispered against his skin. "if you're not feeling up to this, we don't have to go in. we can just head home, or even sit here for a while. i just want you to be okay."

jake closed his eyes briefly, his hand slipping down to rest on your thigh. his grip was firmer than usual, as if grounding himself with your touch. he wanted to tell you, wanted to explain the storm that was building inside him-but the words wouldn't come. not yet.

"i'm fine, really," he finally said, though even you could hear the strain in his voice.

"alright," you said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

"but if at any point you're feeling worse, we'll leave, okay?"

jake nodded, though you noticed the way his fingers twitched against your leg.

with that, you both stepped out of the car. the cool night air hit you immediately, the atmosphere of the party drawing you in as you made your way toward the mansion. you could hear the music more clearly now, and the sounds of people laughing and talking grew louder with every step. the porch creaked slightly underfoot as you climbed the stairs, and the glow of jack-o'-lanterns flickered in the dim light, casting long shadows across the yard.

jake walked beside you, quieter than usual. you glanced at him, still feeling that nagging worry tugging at your chest, but you didn't press him any further. not yet.

“hey, you made it!” one of your friends called out from the entrance, waving excitedly as you and jake made your way inside. you returned the wave, feeling a little lighter now that you were here.

the inside of the mansion was just as lively. the grand ballroom was filled with people dancing, their costumes a blur of color under the dim, spooky lighting. fake bats and skeletons hung from the chandeliers, and fog machines pumped mist across the floor, creating an eerie, dreamlike atmosphere.

you turned to jake, who was scanning the room, his eyes darting from person to person. you noticed the way his jaw clenched again, the same tension from earlier creeping back into his posture.

“you okay?” you asked, touching his arm.

“yeah, just… a lot of people,” he muttered, his voice tight.

you frowned, your concern growing. he usually loved being around crowds, but tonight, he seemed different—on edge.

“why don’t we grab a drink?” you suggested, hoping to distract him. “maybe that’ll help.”

jake hesitated, his eyes still fixed on the crowd, but eventually nodded. “yeah. sure.”

you led the way to the drink table, but as you walked through the sea of partygoers, you noticed the way he kept glancing around, making you think he was looking for something—or someone.

you both made your way through the crowd after getting drinks, but something about jake’s energy felt off. he was quieter than usual, not fully engaging with anyone who greeted him, his hand gripping yours just a little too tightly. every so often, you caught him looking around, almost like he was on edge, but when you asked him if everything was okay, he brushed it off with a forced smile.

“i’m fine, i’m okay” he would say, but you weren’t convinced.

the party went on for a while, but jake grew more distant with every passing minute. eventually, you both decided to leave early, the fun of the night overshadowed by jake’s strange behavior. he seemed relieved as you left the venue, though the tension between you still lingered.

when you arrived home, the atmosphere had shifted again. jake seemed distracted, his body tense as if he was trying to hold something back. you went into the kitchen to grab a snack, thinking over the night’s events.

as you were cutting up your fruit for a late snack, a sharp pain ran across your finger as you sliced it while using the kitchen knife. you hissed, dropping the knife as you instinctively pressed your other hand to the cut.

“damnit,” you muttered, holding your hand under the sink to clean it. as you did, you noticed jake’s sudden stillness. he hadn’t moved from his spot in the doorway, his eyes locked on your hand.

his gaze was fixated on the small trail of blood now dripping from your hand, his breathing heavier than before.

“it’s just a cut,” you said softly, noticing the strange look in his eyes. but as you stepped toward him, his expression darkened, a hunger creeping into his features that made your heart skip a beat.

“you should… get that cleaned up,” he muttered, his voice low and strained. “i’ll get the bandages.” he said, but his eyes never left your finger.

but before you could move, jake was suddenly closer to you, his body tense and his breathing ragged as if he was fighting against something. you could feel the heat of his presence, the way his eyes darkened as he watched the blood still pooling at your fingertip.

“jake, what’s really going on?” you asked, your voice soft but filled with concern. “you’ve been acting strange all night..”

he hesitated, his jaw clenched, but you could see the struggle in his eyes.

he wanted to pull away, but he leaned in instead, his nose brushing against your skin as he inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering shut. “your blood.. the smell is driving me insane.”

your breath caught in your throat. “..what does that mean?”

he swallowed hard, his eyes dark and filled with a hunger you’d never seen before. “i haven’t fed in months, y/n,” he confessed, his voice raw. “i tried to stay away from it, i swear.“

you stared at him, the weight of his confession settling over you like a heavy fog. “you… you’re a—?” the words felt foreign on your tongue, but jake’s pained expression told you everything you needed to know.

he nodded slowly, stepping back as if ashamed. “i didn’t want you to find out like this. i’m so sorry.”

you were quiet for a moment, processing everything. then, despite the fear and the shock coursing through you, you made a decision. “then take it.”

jake’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. “w-what?”

“my blood,” you said, your voice steady even though your heart was racing. “if you need it, then take it. i trust you.”

jake shook his head. “baby, you know i can’t do that. i don’t wanna hurt you..”

“you won’t,” you whispered, moving back until you were pressed against the door, his body hovering over yours. “i know you won’t. i trust you, jake.”

his eyes searched yours, desperate and conflicted, but the hunger was too strong to resist. with a shuddering breath, he leaned in, his hands holding the sides of your neck as his lips brushed against the skin.. “tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

you shook your head, breath shuttering as you tilted your head back. his arms encircled your waist, pulling you closer.

“bite me,” you whispered once more, your hands gripping his shoulders as you waited to feel that small pinch.

jake’s fangs elongated as he wasted no time sinking his teeth in you. you gasped softly, the feeling being a mix a pain and ecstasy.

a deep groan of relief escapes his lips, the satisfaction of finally feeding without blood overwhelming him. his grip tightened on your hips as he pulled you closer, nearly losing control (again).

jake pulled away before he could drink any more, his lips tinted red before his tongue darted out to clean it up. he pecked the bite mark, hoping it would soon feel better.

you clung to him, almost hypnotized by the feeling of his teeth against your skin. he looked in your eyes, chuckling at the dazed look you gave him.

“you okay, princess?” he asks as his hand brushed away the strands of your hair.

you nodded, way too distracted to even give him a verbal response.

“c-can you do that again?”

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[etclouie]

day seven — quiet comfort

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — summary; after a rough case, Aaron wants to be left alone but you want to help comfort him

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — warnings; established relationship, husband!hotch x wife!reader, grumpy x sunshine vibe kinda, reader pours them both a glass of wine (but no descriptions of actually drinking it), just taking care of hotch really — if i missed anything lmk!

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — word count; 500

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — a/n; i want to take care of him all day everyday 

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you’d been lying on the couch when Aaron came home, and by the way he slammed the front door shut behind him you knew it had been a bad case.

quickly, you followed after him as he stalked towards your room. the bedroom door slamming just as the front door had, then the bathroom door. 

carefully pushing open the bedroom door you heard the shower running, sitting on the bed as you waited for him. 

when the bathroom door opened and a gulf of steam followed him out, you couldn’t help the frown that tugged at your lips. 

you’d only ever seen Aaron like this a couple of times, but somehow this felt worse than the others. 

“what happened?”

you asked softly, only to be brushed aside. you knew he didn’t really mean it, but when he got like this there’s no way of changing how you felt. 

“don’t ignore me please”

you added, which pulled a sigh from him. he knew he shouldn’t take his mood out on you, and he moved quick to resolve it.

he pulled you towards him as he sat on the foot of the bed, his arms around your waist as his head lay against your stomach.

“i’m sorry”

he mumbled out to you, a soft hum leaving him as you brushed your fingers through the damp strands of his hair. 

“bad case, shouldn’t take it out on you”

he continued, soothing his hands across your sides as he lifted his head. flashing you an apologetic look, before he pressed kisses up your sternum and towards your lips.

he paused against your lips until you pulled him closer, the tension leaving him as your lips pressed to his.

after a minute you murmured out to him again, his hands still roaming across your sides.

“let me take care of you”

and that’s what you did.

you left him to get dressed, parting with another kiss before you moved throughout the house again.

once in the kitchen, you started to prepare Aaron’s favourite meal before reaching for two wine glasses and a bottle of wine.

his footsteps grew closer as you popped the bottles cork, pouring a reasonable amount into each glass. 

“what are you doing?”

he asked, stopping in the kitchens doorway as he watched you. 

glancing over your shoulder to him as you answered him.

“taking care of you, you need a comforter”

you knew he was about to protest, but when you turned and faced him fully any compliant died on the tip of his tongue.

instead it was replaced by a softer smile again, walking towards you he cradled your face in both of his hands.

catching your lips in a gentle kiss before he whispered out to you.

“you’re too good to me”

the night was spent taking care of him and doing whatever it took to help him relax; the stress and built-up tension from his case long erased and replaced with the comfort of you in his arms.

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[stevieschrodinger]

Part one twentyfour

This chapter is NSFW

Steve wakes up. It’s still dark out, and he’s vaguely aware that something woke him. Eddie shifts again, and then makes a noise. A nightmare, Steve’s pretty sure. Steve wriggles himself closer, getting Eddie by the shoulder and giving him a gentle nudge, “Eddie. Eddie, it’s just a dream.”

Eddie comes awake with a startled gasp, hands flying to grab at the covers in panic. Steve can just about make him out in the dark, the way he looks around, orientating himself.

“You were having a dream?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to tell me about it? Was it The Upside Down?”

“No. No not Upside down.”

“Oh,” Steve lets his eyes drift closed again, settling down onto his pillow, rubbing comfortingly slow sleepy circles on Eddie’s tummy until Eddie takes his hand.

“The grocery store.”

Steve yawns, “the grocery store?” He asks, now nearly back to sleep.

“Yeah...Eddidie- Eddie- I,” Eddie swallows thickly. It’s been a while since Eddie’s referred to himself in the third person like that, and it’s probably been three weeks since he’s said his name with a stutter. Steve opens his eyes again, moving closer, more alert. Whatever it was has really shaken Eddie. He turns on the pillow to look at Steve, brown eyes all big in the darkness, catching the light with that strange silver flash, “every loaf, all...ends,” he explains, clearly distressed at the thought.

“Every loaf?” Steve asks, “they were all heels?”

Eddie nods, “you asked me for bread and...all heels. I look and look. Couldn't...find.”

“That does sound kind of stressful, actually,” and Eddie knows Steve doesn’t like the heel of the loaf. The ‘ends’ are Eddie’s favorite, so that works out.

Eddie nods, snuggling close. Well, he snuggles close for all of a minute before he’s climbing out of bed, “need to pee.”

Steve pulls the covers up over his head in preparation; Eddie leaves the en suite door wide open and turns on the light heedless of the time and if Steve’s sleeping or not. Steve hears the click of the light, the creak of the seat, Eddie peeing. The water splashing as Eddie washes his hands, and then, after, the light clicking off again. Steve lowers the covers once it’s safe.

It’s gone six AM; Steve’s pretty sure he won’t be going back to sleep, “you want to get up?”

Eddie hums, “yes. Read book.”

“Good idea. I can watch some TV.”

“Bring comforter?”

“You’re a genius.”

The couch really isn’t comfortable for sleeping, but Steve finds himself dozing while he half watches the TV. Eddie’s propped up at the other end, their legs tangled together under the warm blankets.

“Stevie love? Word?”

“Sure,” Steve yawns, “letters?” Eddie spells out the word slowly, and Steve frowns, “brillig? What the fuck is brillig? Give it here.”

Eddie just slithers under the covers, climbing up Steve to pop up at his end of the couch, half on top of him. Steve holds the book open one handed while Eddie settles under his arm, “T’was brillig, and the slithy toves…Eddie I don’t have a clue what any of this means. What the fuck is a Jabberwocky anyway?” Steve flips the cover, “Through The Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There. Oh. Like Alice in Wonderland? I mean, I wouldn’t normally suggest this to you, it feels irresponsible, but maybe we should forget this book and watch the movie instead? Just this once.”

“Okay. But read it?”

“I...okay. But don’t expect me to understand any of this.”

By the time, ‘he went galumphing back,’ Eddie has has decided to take the opportunity to get ahead on the kissing game, soft lips tracing a path up and down the side of Steve’s neck, finding the nice spot behind Steve’s ear, making Steve sigh and give up, “you’re very distracting.”

Eddie hums, “bed now?”

Steve drops the book down the side of the couch, pulling Eddie on top of him, “we can stay here,” he says, leaning up for a kiss.

“Sex? Here?” Eddie whispers, clearly scandalized, “not sex in bed?”

Steve snorts a laugh, “we can have sex wherever we want. Well, you know, within reason. Actually if we’re outside and people see us, that’s probably something Hopper would arrest us-”

“Outside?” Eddie sits up, pointing to, ‘outside,’ needing to clarify what Steve means.

Steve frowns, thinking. “I guess we’ve never had sex anywhere else, have we?”

“No. Here? Now?”

“Yeah. Need to get a condom though, give me a minute.”

“Take clothes off?”

“Yeah,” Steve slips out from under Eddie and the covers, “I like how you think.”

Eddie’s nude under the comforter when Steve gets back, his sleep clothes strewn carelessly on the floor, so he strips himself before he slips in, crawling up and settling on top of Eddie.

His hairs all fluffed up now; at an awkward length where it covers the tips of his ears, but poofs up everywhere, not yet having the weight to start growing downwards. Eddie won’t let Steve trim or clip it or anything, insistent he wants to grow it as long as it was before. Steve figures it’s growing pretty fast though, it might make it back to Eddie’s shoulders for Christmas. It’s much more human feeling now too, still ridiculously thick, but not the almost rope like stuff he had before.

Eddie’s tummy is a little rounder too, his ribs and joints not quite so protruding. He has scratchy hair grown in on his shins and calves; the outside of his thighs. Not inside though, and still no pubic hair, or chest hair, at all. The little hair he does have on his arms is soft and sparse; kind of downy, and practically invisible.

It’s easy now for Steve to reach between them, letting his hardening cock rest against Eddie’s slit as Eddie’s legs come up to bracket them, “dining room?” He asks, in between kisses, and Steve snorts a laugh.

“Sure,” Steve’s hand wonders between them again, a fingertip tracing Eddie’s slit, rubbing up and down the top inch or so before Eddie’s cock slithers out to greet him, the black head nudging and wriggling against Steve’s fingers. “Pretty sure the table would hold you. Or you know, you could stand, I could bend you over.”

The petals open, grasping and closing in excitement, “you...behind me?” Eddie asks, frowning but clearly titillated by the idea.

“Uh hu. There’s lots of ways really, we can try now, if you want?”

“Many ways?” Eddie hips shift, and he makes a soft noise as Steve rubs the pad of his thumb over the open head of Eddie’s dick.

“You could get on top,” Eddie’s hips kick, the head of his dick gripping real tight for a moment, “you like that idea, huh?”

“Yes. Why not before?”

Steve hums, “I dunno I just…there’s been...a lot. And, all this is new and...you’re, you know. This is new for me too, I guess. So there’s that. I just didn’t want to hurt you, baby. I wanted to be sure about what we’re doing. Plus, you’re a lot better now, you know? Getting stronger.”

Eddie nods, “try stuff now. I’m ready.”

“Good baby. That’s good,” Steve leans down for kisses, “then tomorrow you can learn to ride a bike.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in horror, “no. I’ll fall over.”

“Probably,” Steve kisses him again, slow and sweet, still gently playing with the head of Eddie’s dick, “but we will stay on the grass, where it’s soft.”

Eddie grumbles into the next kiss, but reaches down to grip Steve’s now hard cock, stroking, “in the shower?”

“Huh?”

“Sex. In the shower?”

“Uhm,” Steve thrusts once into Eddie’s grasp, leaving a sticky smear on Eddie’s hip, “in my experience it’s not great. Easy to slide over, and the water will wash your...you know, your wet away. But we can. Everyone should try it once, I guess.”

Eddie’s eye’s light up suddenly, his hand gripping Steve’s dick but sitting still, forgotten for a moment, “in the car?”

Steve huffs a laugh, “sure. We’d have to go and park somewhere private though, so no one sees.”

“Not get arrested,” Eddie nods along in agreement.

“Yeah, you got it. I also don’t want Hopper knocking on the window and seeing me bare assed.”

Eddie laughs big, mouth wide, head thrown back, slightly too pointy teeth on display. Steve thrusts into his hand, against his hip, reminding Eddie what they’re doing. He gets with the program pretty quick, giving Steve a squeeze and another stroke, and it isn’t long before Steve is asking, “do you want just this, or do you want me in?”

“In. Want to try different.”

“Okay,” Steve pulls his hips back, letting his cock fall from Eddie’s grasp so he can concentrate on getting Eddie off. Steve’s never even tried to penetrate Eddie without getting him off first; Eddie can take a finger, but he’s too dry for anything else. The feel of Eddie’s cock gripping at his thumb is familiar now, the wriggle of Eddie’s dick where it’s gently caged in Steve’s grip. When Eddie starts wriggling, looking for more, Steve leans back, letting a good drip of spit land on his thumb, smearing it against the softly bobbled flesh there.

Eddie always seems to come pretty fast after that, usually pretty much straight away, really, and now is no exception. His hips buck and then press down into the cushions, thighs trying to pull together. He makes sweet little noises, little ‘oh’s and moans as Steve works them though it, letting him go once the petals relax from their twitching.

Steve leans down for a kiss, Eddie obliging clumsily. “What do you want to try?”

“I on top?”

“Sure thing, come on. But that’s a ‘me’ baby, not an ‘I’.”

“Me on top,” they shift around, the comforter falling down to pool around Eddie where he sits up on Steve’s thighs, his dick half out and hanging limply, the petals closed now, Eddie watches as Steve retrieves the condom, “I’ll try?”

“Uhm...okay. But you’ve got to be really careful with your nails, okay? You’ll tear it.”

“That bad?”

“Yeah...I mean, probably not but. It’s safer, until I get tested, I don’t want to make you sick.”

“Tested tomorrow?” Eddie says, wrinkling his nose at the feeling of the foil wrapper. He tears it carefully, maneuvering the condom so that he doesn’t accidentally get it with his nails.

“I’ll make an appointment, okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie does a good job, squeezing the end between his knuckles rather than his fingertips like Steve does, but it works fine. He rolls it down to the base, Steve sighing at the pressure, the feel of Eddie stroking him.

Eddie stops again, suddenly, looking at Steve wide eyed, “the tent.”

Steve snorts a laugh, “tent sex huh? That’s what gets your motor running?”

“Yes.”

“You’re such a freak Munson, honestly.”

Eddie snorts a laugh, “want your dick in me, Harrington?”

Steve laughs in answer, “yeah. Kinda’.”

“Okay. I got it,” it’s a little awkward, Eddie working out how to keep Steve’s dick pointed straight up as he finds his hole by feel, the head of Steve’s cock dragging along the jelly slick slit. It’s hot to watch, and Steve can’t drag his eyes away from the sight, his hands resting loosely on Eddie’s hips, just in case he needs the support. He doesn’t though, he’s fine where he is, steady on his knees, straddling Steve on the couch. Eddie’s dick has nearly disappeared again now, the top of his slit bowed open by just the rounded black head.

He sinks down slowly, the soft clutch of his inside’s gripping Steve firm but soft as he slides down with...quite a loud squelching noise. The thick wetness that Eddie produces being displaced by Steve’s cock, dripping down Steve’s balls and the crease of his thigh.

Eddie sits fully in the cradle of Steve’s thighs with a sigh, “you okay?”

Eddie nods, pressing his tummy, “more full?”

“Yeah, feels deeper.”

“Deeper,” Eddie nods in agreement, before shifting a little. He starts with a little rocking, back and forth, figuring out what he wants to do, before he fully sits again and gives a little side to side shuffle.

Steve just waits, enjoying the sensation of Eddie wriggling around on his dick, resisting the urge to thrust up. Eddie figures things out slowly, trying different things, smiling down at Steve when Steve shifts, or make a noise. Like it’s another game Eddie’s figuring out how to win.

He eventually lifts up, just a little, before rocking back down again. Steve can’t help moving, bending his knees, shifting his hips to adjust, “still okay?” He likes watching Eddie move over him like this, his short fluffy curls bouncing. Steve strokes long lines up Eddie’s body, thumbs spread inward, rubbing across the place Eddie’s nipples would be if he had them, and back down. It doesn’t provoke any reaction from Eddie really, but Steve knows how much he just likes to be touched, to have Steve stroke across his skin.

Eddie lifts up further than he has before, cautiously dropping before he lifts up again, repeating with more confidence. Steve sighs, and shifts, the familiar pull starting to gather in his groin, everything tightening as Eddie really starts to move. He’s going a little pink on his cheeks from exertion, hands spread now on Steve’s tummy for balance, black nails tiny pricks of sensation.

Steve clenches both ass cheeks, determined not to move and dislodge Eddie, no matter how badly he wants to thrust upward.

And then Eddie stops, movements trailing off, frowning, “it hurts.”

Steve blinks up at him, the orgasm receding again as they sit still, “where baby? You need me out?”

Eddie shakes his head, “not out, my legs,” he frowns down at them, a little disgusted, like they’ve betrayed him, “can’t...go more.”

“Oh yeah. That’s okay, we need to work on your stamina, you’re fine, these things take time.”

Eddie rubs his thighs, “okay.”

“You know what would help?”

“What?”

“Bike rides.”

Eddie makes a noise of absolute disgust, lip curling at the thought, “I not need to ride a bike. I can drive a car!”

“Uh hu,” Steve chuckles, getting his knees bent and using his heels for purchase, he gets Eddie by the hips, tipping him forward and thrusting up, just once, “this okay?”

“Yes. Good.”

“Okay, you say if you want me to stop.”

Eddie answers with a kiss, and Steve finds his rhythm again, thrusting up into Eddie, jelly like come really sliding down now, coating Steve’s cock and probably dripping onto the couch beneath them. Steve can go quicker than Eddie could, picking up the pace, loud squelching noises from Eddie’s hole. Eddie’s teeth scrape ever so softly against the side of Steve’s neck, against the lobe of his ear as Steve closes his eyes and chases his orgasm.

Steve’s orgasm comes roaring back, like it knows it was denied once it banks twice as fast, his stomach tight, thighs twitching as he comes into the condom, gripped by Eddie’s body.

Steve slumps back down with a satisfied noise, Eddie chasing him for more kisses.

Part TwentySix

[annwrites]

⸻ preacher's daughter. part four. ⸻

· pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader · type: part of a series · summary: as promised, billy takes you on a night-ride. just not on the sort of automotive you'd been expecting. and to an unexpected place. · word count: 3,320

It's long past your parents having gone to sleep when you finally get out of bed with a pounding heart and throw on a sundress and sneakers before quietly sliding your bedroom window open and sliding out, leaving it open only a crack before you turn, trekking across that familiar field, through the corn stalks, and emerging onto the other side to find Billy already waiting for you.

You blank when you see him seated upon a quad, taking long drags from a cigarette as he trails his eyes along your body.

"I...I thought you said a night-ride?" You ask, confused.

He flicks his cigarette onto the ground, hopping down and stomping it out with his boot. "Has four wheels, doesn't it?"

You take a step closer, crossing your arms, suddenly unsure. "I've never been on one."

He smirks. "So I get to be your first, sounds like."

You don't reply to that.

He swings a jean-clad leg over the side of it, then looks to you before seating himself. "You comin'? Or does this mean I get out of attending Wednesday night's service?"

You glance behind you, toward the direction where your house sits, then back to him as you take a few steps closer. "You'll be careful, right?"

"Hand to God I'll do the speed limit the whole way there," he says, raising a palm skyward.

"Where is there?" You ask hesitantly.

He nods toward the portion of seat behind him. "Hop on."

You sigh, doing so. You tuck the back of your dress under you, wishing you had now worn something else—anything else.

He kickstarts the bike once, twice, three times and then it finally revs to life as he sits down in front of you, the engine quietly popping.

He turns back toward you, a warm palm sliding up your bare thigh as you come to grasp nervously at your cross necklace at the feel. "Might want to sit a little closer, doll."

You scoot forward a little.

"Closer."

You do so again, until you're pressed up against his backside. You quickly shove your dress down as firmly as you can between the two of you, praying it doesn't fly up as you're going down the road.

He then reaches back, taking both of your hands in his, wrapping them around his waist.

"Hold on tight and don't let go, honey," he says, taking off.

You squeeze tightly, pressing your cheek to his broad back as your thighs tighten against the sides of the quad, eyes closing.

He begins to slowly climb in speed, and when you finally peek an eye open, the landscape around you goes whizzing past, causing you to squeak in fear as you pull yourself impossibly closer against him.

You pray to God to let you both survive his driving.

Especially since he had most certainly lied about not speeding. And using the Lord's name, at that. You feel the need to chastise him for it, but...not right now, perhaps.

"You ready?" He yells over the sound of the engine.

You don't reply, but instead bury your face against his back in preparation for whatever stupid thing he's about to do.

You squeal in terror when you feel the front end of the quad lift, then slam back against the blacktop, Billy just laughing all the while.

Oh, you are never doing this again, that much is for certain. Does he want your 'arrangement' to come to an end the first night of it?

You squeeze your arms around him so tightly that you’re surprised he’s not telling you to let off a little, but, until he does so, you aren’t loosening your grip. 

You peek an eye open again, streetlights and rows upon rows of corn passing by. 

They’d always unsettled you—the thought of what might be hiding out there in the dark of night in those endless fields—but the one by your house seems harmless enough. The only thing you’ve ever spotted in it is a field mouse or two, even a garden snake once, which had sent you running in the opposite direction after screaming bloody murder when it slithered over your bare leg. 

You relax a little as you begin to grow used to it: the sensation of the rumbling engine beneath you, tires spinning quickly to hurry you away to…wherever it is that he’s taking you. And Billy. His strong, solid form that you hold onto for safety, even if it feels wrong. 

You don’t want to admit otherwise: that it feels nice to hold someone. To touch them. And the few times he’s touched you… What you had done to yourself once he left your house that afternoon had been sinful and repugnant. But it was starting to become a habit. You told yourself every time you did it that it would be the last time, until it inevitably wasn’t. 

Even praying for forgiveness wasn’t enough to lift the veil of shame you’d cast over yourself by continually finding your hand between your legs. So you’d instead begun pleading with God to make you stop feeling so…lustful.

But you know your prayers haven’t been answered when you feel a familiar warmth blooming between your thighs at the feel of one of his rough hands settling overtop one of your own for just a moment—squeezing reassuringly—before gripping the handlebar again. It’s pathetic that that’s all it takes for him to do is touch something as innocent as your hand for you to have such a reaction.

You wonder if it’s normal. You’re sure not. You’re sick for feeling this way. But you’re sure that if you continue to pray hard enough, one day it will stop. 

This was what you had been most fearful of when agreeing to his idea: temptation, which he seems to embody. He’s everything you’re not meant to want. Older, egotistical, profane—if not at times plain rude, assuming, and, yes, sinful. Smoking and cursing and touching and speaking to you the way he does. And looking at you. Always looking at you, as if he can see straight through you to your very core.

You worry the devil has already made him his very own mouthpiece.

But you hope tonight can be the first step in you pulling him back from that fiery edge.

Being this close to a boy—perhaps Kathy had been right in him seeming more like a man now—that you’re not married to isn’t right. If anyone from church saw the two of you… You remind yourself that you know what is good and right and holy. You will not fall further into the gaping maw which waits for all just beneath your feet.

Your eyes grow wide and you start to tremble as Billy pulls up before an old, somewhat dilapidated church. “Why’re we—”

He kills the engine, climbing off, turning back to you. “You can make me go to church, but I can’t return the favor?”

You stay firmly seated. “Do…do you know what they say about this place?”

He smirks, stepping back toward you.

He cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb along the apple of it. “Figured you’d be the one person who wouldn’t buy that crap: Old Nick taking the pulpit at midnight. It’s God’s house, isn’t it?”

“Can’t…can’t we just go for a ride like you said?”

He shrugs.

“Just did. And a deal’s a deal,” he says, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

He jerks his head in the direction of the church. “C’mon.”

Very reluctantly, and hesitantly, you climb off the quad, wavering slightly.

“Billy, I don’t…I don’t want to.”

He sighs, settling his hands on his hips.

"So, I’m expected to go to church Wednesday night, but you can’t come with me now?”

He shrugs, pursing his lips. “Guess I’m off the hook, then.”

Your mouth tugs down into a frown.

He takes a step toward the quad, but you step in his way, blocking his path. “Okay.”

He raises a brow.

You look at the church—the dark, open entryway. It doesn’t even have a front door anymore. Maybe someone stole it. Maybe it rusted off the hinges. Who knows?

You look back to Billy, taking a tiny step closer to him.

“Let’s go in,” you say, voice wavering slightly.

He nods, turning back around. “Alright.”

Your skin feels hot and your body on-edge, and you fight against jolting from fright with the sound of every twig that snaps underfoot, every leaf that crunches.

And then a bullfrog croaks and you let out a tiny scream.

Billy snorts, biting his lip, trying to fight back a full-blown fit of hysterical laughing at the panicked look on your face. Finally, once he’s calmed, he extends his hand to you.

You study it for a moment before looking into his eyes.

“Hold it,” he says.

You waver.

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “It’s not a come-on. Just hold it, alright.”

Hesitantly, you slide your palm against his, flushing slightly when you feel how callused his palm is. You’ve always wanted a man with rough hands for yourself someday. One that will take care of you and your home and marriage in one way, while you do the same in your own.

Meanwhile, he just likes that he’s getting to touch you. That, despite the incident at the lake, he provides even a minimal sense of safety for you.

He’s worried, at times, with his temper, that he’s too much like him.

For just this moment, though, he thinks otherwise.

Billy leads you inside.

The two of you are currently seated upon a dust-covered wooden pew. Only, you’re sitting on Billy’s leather jacket.

He’d placed it on the seat for you just as you’d gone to tuck your skirt beneath you, telling you ‘don’t get your dress dirty’. You’d flushed at that, then given him an appreciative smile.

You stare straight ahead at the front of the church—at the pulpit, a large wooden cross hanging behind it.

You hear the flap of wings outside, causing you to abruptly turn back in that direction with wide, frightened eyes.

“What was that? Did you hear that?”

Billy’s lip twitches and he shakes his head, twining his fingers between yours once again. “It was probably just an animal. Relax.”

You stare at him. “What time is it? Is it almost time?”

He raises his right wrist, looking at his watch.  “Three minutes ‘til.”

You blink at him before turning your line-of-sight to the front of the church again.

Your heart pounds in your chest and tears sting your eyes. “What…what if it’s true?”

You chin wobbles, and Billy turns his head, looking at you.

“I don’t want to go to hell,” you say quietly.

He turns his body, removing his hand from yours to instead settle it behind you, taking your now-free hand in his other. “Sweetheart, I’m fairly fuckin’ sure you’re the last person that needs to worry about that.”

Your stomach turns.

“I’ve done things,” you whisper. “Sinful things.”

He has half-a-mind to make an inappropriate comment about that—quite interested in what it is that you’re referring to—but seeing how upset you are… He instead refrains.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” He asks.

He wonders if it has anything to do with your bedroom window being your designated escape route from the house for late-night escapades like this one. Maybe he should ask about that. In truth, he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since you brought it up. He hopes he’s, at the very least, the first guy you’ve ever snuck out with.

He finds it difficult to imagine otherwise. Then again, here you are, seated next to him.

You swallow thickly, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“I…” You grow silent, then shake your head, trailing off.

He reaches up, brushing the tear away. “You’re not the first person to sin and won’t be the last. Every single person who’s ever lived has.”

“Not Christ,” you state.

A beat of silence.

You continue. “We’re supposed to strive to live up to his image. But I fail…every day.”

“Whole point of talking to God—confessing your sins and praying for forgiveness—right?” Billy replies.

He sighs. “Baby doll, if you spend your entire life terrified of sinning, you’ll die without having ever lived. It’s okay to make mistakes. What matters is your intentions.”

You meet his eyes, giving him a wobbly, teary-eyed smile, pressing yourself against his side for warmth.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

“You should be like this more often,” you add.

He smirks. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

He glances to his watch. “It’s a minute after.”

Your eyes widen and you clench his hand tightly. “I can’t look.”

He grins, shaking his head, glancing up front. “Same as it was when we got here.”

He caresses the crown of your shoulder, holding you closer. “Just four walls and roof.”

Your eyes flutter closed while you rest your head against his shoulder, liking how it feels to be held. “Do you ever worry about it? What’ll happen to you when you die?”

He shrugs slightly. “I figure I know which direction I’m headed when the time comes. So, I’m just trying to make the most of things here while I still can.”

Your eyes open once again and you lean back, studying him. “Which direction?”

He slips his fingers into your hair, merely staring into your wide eyes while he gently massages your scalp. “You don’t need to worry about it.”

Your brows bow in worry. “If…if you talk to me, then maybe I can help. We could pray, and—”

He shakes his head, giving you a gentle smile. “It’s okay. I’m okay with it now.”

Your brows turn to furrowing, tears welling in your eyes. “But—”

He presses a firm kiss to your forehead.

“Some people just can’t be saved,” he whispers.

You choke back a sob, upset by how little he seems to care for himself. His soul. His eternal life. How can he so easily brush it aside, as if it doesn’t matter in the least? It matters. It does to you.

“I don’t believe that.”

You cup his cheek in your hand.

“I do worry about it,” you say—a callback to his earlier statement. “I worry about you. I did when you disappeared from church. I…I came by once, actually. But no one was home.”

He gives you a look of surprise. “Really?”

You nod.

“I figured you’d be happy to be rid of me,” he states.

Your eyes flit between his own, feeling guilty that you had, admittedly, felt even a slight sense of relief every Sunday morning that he was absent from a pew, but you simultaneously worried after him; his family, wondering what had occurred to cause such a sudden absence.

Now you assume the cause must’ve been a divorce, with Neil now being gone, that is—leaving Billy to pick up the pieces.

You see him in a different light just then.

Kathy had been right: he is a man now. One that’s willing to look after a family that’s technically not his responsibility; had never been. Not his family to begin with—not anymore, at least. Not legally, nor by blood.

How could God ever turn away such a person?

You refuse to believe that he could.

He won’t. You know it.

So now you get it. Why Billy refuses to believe the same about you. It’s easy to focus on all your faults, while someone on the outside is capable of seeing the good that maybe you’ve forgotten to yourself, or that you think your mistakes have somehow overshadowed.

“You’re a good man,” you say, pulling yourself impossibly closer.

His jaw twitches.

He’s glad it’s dark, so you can’t see his eyes properly that he’s sure are now red.

He leans in toward you slightly, while you rest a hand upon his chest.

His eyes flit between yours, as well as your lips.

Your breaths come in short and shallow—anticipatory.

He slides a hand along your waist, holding you.

You kiss his cheek then, tenderly, and he swallows thickly.

“I’m glad you came back,” you whisper.

He nods, smiling softly. “Me too.”

He pulls away, putting breathing room between the two of you.

You ignore the strong pulse between your thighs while Billy glances toward the entrance of the church.

“I should probably get you home,” he says, turning back to you.

You nod, your heart sinking. “Okay.”

You dismount Billy’s quad and he kills the engine, swinging a leg over the side, looking you over. “Guess this means I have to come Wednesday night.”

You nod, smiling. “It does.”

He smirks. “At least I get to see you again.”

You flush, shifting your weight nervously from one foot to the other. “Will you pick up a Bible like you said?”

He shrugs. “If I have time.”

So the two of you are back to this: the insufferable, flirtatious version of him.

You like to think you’re the only one he showed his other side to.

He’s the only boy you’ve ever let get that physically close to you, if nothing else.

“I could get you one. I just figured…maybe you’d want to get your own? One that you like the look of, at least. That serves you how you need it to. Maybe a study one?”

He snorts. “I doubt I’ll be taking notes, and highlighting passages, and flagging my favorite verses.”

You frown. “You might.”

You take a small step closer.

“I’m not…” You sigh. “I’m not trying to lecture. Maybe just…approach it from a different angle. As a story or history book, maybe. I do that sometimes. It can make it easier to understand; to read.”

You smile. “It’s just a thought.”

He looks at you from under his lashes. “I had a nice time tonight.”

Of course he’s changing the topic, you think.

You let it go, then, not wanting to push things. You’ve planted the idea, and he listened to it. What happens next is up to him. If nothing else, the church has Bibles in the pews for use during services, so no one goes without while daddy is preaching.

You clasp your hands together. “Me too. It was nice talking to you.”

It was nice touching you, he thinks, but keeps to himself.

He really liked when you had called him a good man, even if he doesn’t believe it himself. Maybe he sometimes does things that a ‘good man’ would, but he’s also done things one wouldn’t; wouldn’t even think about.

He also liked that the two of you had nearly kissed. You’d never admit as much, but he knows you’d wanted to.

To think that you feel the same—have as much an attraction to him as he does you… For as long as he can remember he’s always imagined such a prospect as being impossible. He’s suddenly very grateful for this arrangement, and the potential of where it may eventually lead the two of you.

Finally, he throws his leg over the side of the quad. “I guess I’ll see you Wednesday evening.”

You smile, nodding. “See you then. And drive safe.”

He smiles in return, nodding, kickstarting the quad, driving away.

You don’t turn until his taillights have disappeared into the night.

Once you’re at home and in bed…you find yourself with your hand between your legs—your eyes closed—while you think of a heated blue gaze, and golden curls, and strong hands; a mischievous smirk, and a flirtatious tone. A strong, solid male body pressed against your own.

And for the first time…you don’t feel guilty when you finish. Instead, you feel like Wednesday can’t come soon enough, wondering what the night will hold—inside and outside of church.

You’re eager to see him again.

You hope he feels the same, you think, going to sleep with a smile on your face.

[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

Use Me, Sir - Nicholas Ruffilo (18+)

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: SMUT NSFW MDNI, Free Use, Dom!Nicholas, Sub!Reader, Spit, Color System if you squint, Hair Pulling, Oral, unprotected p in v, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Use of Sir

A/N: Just a fun little one shot for Nicky's birthday. Enjoy!

You set your book on your nightstand and turned over in bed to face him. He instinctively wrapped an arm around you as you faced him. “What’s up baby?” he asked, setting his phone to the side and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

A mischievous grin spread across your features. “You know how we’ve talked about free use?”

His eyebrows raised and eyes widened. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I can’t forget talking about that.” 

“Let’s try it,” you grinned. “Tomorrow. For your birthday. I’ll be your own personal toy. I’ll be there whenever you want for whatever you want.”

Obviously he agreed to it. What man wouldn’t?

The next morning, you snuck out of bed and tiptoed to the kitchen to make him a nice breakfast. You thought you had been quiet enough not to wake him. As you began to get the stuff out, you felt hands on your hips and hot breath on your neck. You let out a gasp of surprise. You must not have been as sneaky as you thought. 

You felt Nicholas’ tongue gently lap over your pulse point. “Color?” he rasped, voice rough from sleep. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of your sleep shorts. 

You let out a shaky breath, arousal already beginning to pool in your panties. “Green, sir,” you sighed, leaning your head back to give his warm, roaming tongue better access to your neck. 

He hummed against your skin and pulled your shorts and panties down in one go. Nicholas pulled away from you, “Shirt off.” You obeyed, wasting no time. His lips returned to your skin, this time on your shoulder blade as he kissed down your back, forcing you to bend over the counter with one hand pressed flat on your back and the other gripping your hip. 

Soon enough he was on his knees behind you. His calloused hands glided across your skin until they were both covering your ass. He gave the flesh a rough squeeze before pulling them apart and letting them go again, just to watch it jiggle. You let out an impatient whine, which resulted in a quick smack to the side of your thigh. “Be patient, princesa.” 

You bit your lip to force your desperate noises down, trying your best to wait patiently. It finally paid off. You felt two fingers slip through your soaking folds before they ghosted circles on your clit. “You’re soaked,” he groaned. “Such a dirty girl. So wet just from waiting for me to fuck you like a toy.” 

Before you could say anything, he plunged his two fingers into you. Your walls instantly clenching around his digits as a desperate mewl fell from your bitten lips. He didn’t pump his fingers. Instead, he just alternated between scissoring and curling them at a lightning speed. He had your legs trembling and weak within seconds as he tried to prepare you for his girth. Your arousal was gushing out around his fingers and running down onto his hand and wrist. 

The sounds you were making were unrecognizable. High pitched moans, whimpers, and sobs filled the room as the coil in your belly began to tighten. “S-Sir,” you gasped. “Gonna c-cum!”

With your warning came instant emptiness. A sob of protest left your lips, your body trembling as you had been on the very cusp of your release. Tears sprung to your eyes and you tried to catch your breath. Nicholas stood up and turned you around to face him. He made eye contact with you and brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean and moaning at the taste. He released his fingers with a pop. “So fucking sweet,” he groaned. 

He reached into his pajama bottoms and pulled his cock out. No matter how many times you saw it, it never failed to gasp. He was just so…big. Almost unnaturally big. He gave it a few pumps with his hand, still slightly slick with your juices, before nodding at you, “Spit on it.”

You leaned forward until your mouth was right above his cock. You let your saliva slowly drip down onto his hand and cock, providing that extra lubricant that he needed. He spread it around with a grunt. “Good fucking girl,” he groaned as he fisted his cock faster. “Bend over.”

“Yes, sir,” you turned back around and bent over the counter once again as fast as you could. You felt his palm press into your back and the tip of his cock running through your folds before he began to slowly push in. You threw your head back with a loud moan, the fire you felt in your core all consuming. The stretch burned. The stretch hurt. But in the best way. 

He eased his way in until he was fully sheathed inside of you. Your warm, wet walls clenched and fluttered around him as you attempted to adjust to his size. While he usually gave you a moment to do so, this time he went all in. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, quick and with a strong force. You nearly screamed at the sensation. He kept thrusting, his thrusts fast, somehow hitting deeper and deeper inside of you with each one. 

Tears began to run down your face as he pounded into you relentlessly. You felt one of his hands settle in your hair and grip it tightly. He yanked you up until your back was pressed against his chest, never letting up on his speed or power. His tongue darted out to catch one of your tears. “Aw, what’s ‘a matter, princesa?” he chuckled condescendingly in your ear. “Can’t take it? You suggested this. You better take it.”

Your jaw dropped in a silent scream and your eyes rolled back. “I-I can take it,” you whimpered. “H-Hurts so good sir!” You were right at the edge again, your cunt pulsing and fluttering, your stomach tightening. Just as you were about to warn him, he pulled out. Yet another pained sob left you at the loss. 

With his hand still in your hair he guided you down onto the floor, on your knees in front of him. He stood above you, his other hand on his cock that was coated in your arousal. You looked up at him with parted lips and bleary eyes. He tapped the sticky, wet head against your cheek, and then your lips. You stuck your tongue out as if it were an instinct. He tapped your tongue with his cock before beginning to slide it in. He stretched your mouth so much that it hurt, but the salty, musky taste of his skin mixed with the tangy sweetness of your own cunt made it worth it. His grip on your hair tightened as he began to fuck into your mouth.

You gagged and moaned around him loudly. Drool pooled at the corners of your lips and dripped down your chin. You looked up at him through your lashes as heavy tears streamed down your face. 

“Take it, take it all,” he grunted. “You like how that tastes, my dirty girl? You taste good, huh?” 

You couldn’t only whine and gag around him in response. He then slid his cock in as far as it would go, reveling in the gagging sounds you made as you choked on him. Finally, he pulled out, leaving you a coughing, sputtering, sloppy mess. He pulled you back up by your hair and bent you over the counter once more. Once you’d barely caught your breath, Nicholas slammed back inside of you and continued his relentless pace. 

The sounds of slapping skin, grunts, and moans filled the kitchen. Nicholas reached a hand down to your clit and began to rub quick circles into the bundle of nerves. “Let go, princesa.” 

That’s all you needed before you finally reached that euphoric state. You swore you almost blacked out as you came around him. His thrusts got sloppier as he was close himself. He buried himself as deep inside of you as possible as he released his load with a deep moan, head falling into your shoulder as his body shook with the intensity. 

You both were breathing heavily when he finally pulled out. His cum began to leak out of you, getting all over your shaky inner thighs. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. “Don’t think we won’t continue this a bit later,” Nicholas said with a wink before kissing your cheek and walking off to the bathroom, leaving you stunned and sore. You realized that you should’ve invested in some frozen peas.

[unholy-screeching9]

Could we possibly get some birthday headcanons? They can either be sfw or nsfw!

Why certainly, my dear! And wouldn't you know it, it was JUST Dice's birthday yesterday... I've got a wicked sense of timing. I hope these are to your liking! If not, or if you want some for your birthday instead, let me know. By all means, enjoy!

NSFW CONTENT WARNING! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.

💋

King Dice x Reader - A Special Birthday Gift

I do just wanna put out there that this does have a bit of COMPLETELY CONSENSUAL somno content. If this type of writing makes you uncomfortable, these headcanons might not be for you! Please be careful, my dears. <3

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King Dice x Reader - A Special Birthday Gift (GAME)

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE—

Your hand frantically slams down on the source of the horrible noise, and you quickly sit up in bed, making sure you shut off your alarm clock completely. 6 AM, on the dot. 

Normally, it would be your husband’s clock to rouse you from your slumber, letting him (and you) know that it’s time to get up and conquer the day. But today is different. Today is a day that King Dice needn’t lift a finger. 

His birthday. 

You hear a low, sleepy groan and the rustling of bed sheets next to you as your lover shifts around in your large bed, stirred by the sudden liveliness of the room. 

You stay completely still, watching him in the dark with wide eyes as he finally settles, letting out a contented sigh. Gentle snoring starts up once again, allowing you to release the breath you were holding. That was close. 

A smile creeps up on your cheeks as you slowly slip out of bed, careful not to rustle around too much in fear of disturbing the sleeping die again. Upon your success, you grin to yourself, pulling the covers back to their proper place. You seal your work with a gentle kiss to Dice’s cheek, earning a rather adorable mumble, and tiptoe out of the room to let him catch some extra z’s. 

Days where the both of you don’t have to work are hard to come by, especially during either one of your birthdays. However, Lucifer seems to have a SLIGHT shred of good left inside him, and your boss finally lets you take a requested day off without too much fuss. 

With a whole lot of luck and some minor pressing, you finally have the chance to celebrate Dice’s special day with no interruptions from the casino, or anything else for that matter. This is a one in a million opportunity for you both, and dammit, you will NOT let it slip by.

You don’t want to have some type of set schedule just yet, however. After all, this is about what Dice might want to do for the day, and your husband can be rather unpredictable.

Some days, all the man wants to do is snuggle up in bed with you, lazily reading with you and indulging in some pleasurable activities in between. Breakfast in bed, lunch on the patio, with a nice quiet dinner eaten carelessly in the kitchen. No need for going out and mingling with the common folk. 

Other days, Dice is truly the life of the party. Both of you are up bright and early to prepare for a wonderful day out on the town, where all the high-end restaurants await. And afterwards, you two would pop into the casino, and enjoy a nice round of drinks together. Maybe even a little while on the dance floor, basking in the attention and ambiance that only Old Scratch’s establishment could provide. The King would insist on paying for everything, simply wanting to spend the night dancing away with you no matter the cost.

You support whatever decision he makes for the day, even if you secretly hope for one or the other. Besides, as long as Dice is happy, why wouldn’t you be? You get to spend the whole time with him on his special day, and that is just perfect for you, no matter what you two are doing. 

However, that doesn’t mean there aren’t a few things you can do at home to make Dice’s birthday just that much more special. 

Like making him a nice breakfast, for example. Baking his favorite cake, with dark chocolate batter and strawberry cocoa icing, decorated with chocolate shavings and fresh fruit. Letting him sleep in, while you take care of your usual morning routine as a nice little surprise for him to wake up to. 

And perhaps, even surprising him with a rather pleasurable birthday present to start off the day. That last thought sends an excited chill down your spine, lingering in the back of your brain as you head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Getting frisky with your man as he finishes would be such a treat, both for him and you. 

With your newfound motivation, you quickly prepare Dice’s favorites, your multitasking skills coming quite in handy as you chop your chocolate for the cake while the eggs cook on your skillet. You’ve always been partial to the food Dice has his cards bring you both during a busy work day—they really are excellent cooks. But, there’s something personal about the food you prepare, using the same fresh ingredients. 

It’s just nice to be able to do something around the house yourself, even if it’s just a simple meal. Not only do Dice’s loyal servants catch a bit of a break, but you get the chance to accomplish something your husband will enjoy. 

As the oven timer dings, letting you know that it’s been preheated, you take your eggs off the pan and plate them accordingly: scrambled for you, over-easy for Dice. Perfectly cooked whites, and silky, runny yolks. Just how he likes it. Your bread is still toasting, so you take the time to get your battered cake pans in the oven and clean up a little. You’ve placed multiple pans inside at one time, so the cakes will take a while longer to bake. You estimate about 45 minutes to an hour. Perfect. 

That leaves you time to eat breakfast with Dice in bed, along with a little… different kind of dessert for yourself. 

Your bread finishes toasting just as you start to lose control of your excitement. You slice the pieces into triangles, gathering some butter and jam for the two of you to share. The food looks delicious, steaming hot and perfect for a quiet Saturday morning. Gathering everything onto a tray, you start off back to your chambers, keeping an eye on the clock to remember how much time your cakes have left to bake. 

40 minutes. Plenty of time. 

You quietly creak open the door to the dark bedroom, the morning sun just starting to peek in through the closed curtains. The soft snores you hear let you know that Dice is still asleep, so your movements silence as you creep over to the king sized bed. Smiling fondly, you set down the prepared breakfast on his nightstand and take a seat on his side of the mattress. 

As much as you want him to eat while the food is still hot, the way he’s curled up underneath the duvet is so heartwarming. It’d be such a shame to disturb him as he rests, but what would be more cruel? Waking him too soon, or having him eat cold eggs and pancakes? 

Or… what if you make his little wake-up call more pleasurable, and indulge your desires a little early? 

Now that seems like a much more appealing decision. One that you’re finally willing to act on, after so much hesitation. 

You remember months ago, when you both had talked about occasionally giving in to your pleasures while one of you is asleep. And much to your surprise, Dice had been more than happy to jump on the boat, not only giving you permission to have your way with him at any point, but encouraging it. 

“I trust you, darlin’. We’ve been married for years now, and sometimes, the need strikes when you least expect it. I don’t want you to get yourself into a tizzy just because you don’t want to be some type of burden. If you need to release your stress and I’m asleep, it’s okay if you continue. I surely won’t complain about it~” 

You’ve been worried about breaking your bond many times, even after your conversation (and many reassurances), but what sticks in your mind and eventually convinces you is Dice’s proclamation of the trust he has for you. He and you both know damn well that you want the best for each other, and would never EVER break the trust you have for one another. 

So, with that in mind, you find the courage to act.

Quiet as a mouse and as sly as a fox, you slip under the thick blankets, making your way on top of Dice’s sleeping form. Summer has blessed you with such an amazing gift—it’s much too hot for your lover to wear anything other than boxers to bed. And goodness, he’s so warm… You wonder how the King doesn’t suffer from heat stroke with all these blankets covering him up. 

And yet, you’re thankful for his body temperature. You have your own humanoid heater, warming you up and protecting you from the piercing chill of night. Just another one of Dice’s subtle quirks that make you fall that much more in love with him. 

After taking a second to relish in the comforting cuddles with the sleeping man beneath you, you return to your mission, your fingers grazing over the soft fabric before tugging at the top band, wondering if that would be enough to rouse him. Of course it isn’t. The King has always been such a heavy sleeper. 

Would he even wake up to your pleasant little surprise? Well, there’s only one way to find out. 

With a careful hand, you ever so gently massage his dick through the cloth, your smile growing as Dice starts to whine for you, even in his sleep. God, he’s just so precious, your heart can barely take it. He’s coming undone for you and you’ve barely even touched him yet! 

You continue fondling him with care, your grin widening the more he groans and unconsciously mumbles for you to continue. 

“Mmm… Don’t… Don’t stop… please… can’t wait anymore…” 

Smiling to yourself as his boxers start to tighten from his erection, you figure that you’ve teased enough. It is his birthday, so it wouldn’t be right to keep him waiting, now would it? No, no it certainly wouldn’t. 

“Alright, baby. I won’t make you wait anymore.” You coo lovingly, slipping his briefs down and silently squealing in delight as his cock springs to life. Now that is a sight you’ll never grow tired of. 

Dice’s body is truly a work of art—he’s so unbelievably handsome, you wonder how the hell you ever got so lucky. His skin is crazy smooth to the touch, his muscles perfectly carved, right down to that beautifully throbbing dick, resting between your hands like lock and key. 

He looks absolutely delicious. 

Feeling starving and eager to wake him, you lower your lips onto his tip, thoughtfully sucking every last drop of precum that escapes. Good heavens, he tastes incredible, you wonder if you’ll even be interested in the food you brought once you’re through with him. 

Oh, right, the food. It’s getting cold. Seems like you’d better pick up the pace… 

Once you adjust to the overwhelming pleasure of having Dice’s hardness in your mouth, you slowly start to push your head down, taking in as much as possible until you can barely breathe. 

The sleepy, desperate groans coming from your needy husband only encourage you to go further, speeding up your head bobbing and grabbing onto his toned thighs for support. Good GOD, he tastes incredible. And there’s so much of him, you can barely get it all down your throat. Yet, you manage. The King has trained you well. 

Speaking of the King… 

A sudden hand reaches down and grabs you by the back of your head, causing you to squeak in surprise. You pause your movements, your mouth taking in about half his length, and peer up to see something nothing short of perfection. 

Your gorgeous husband, looking slightly disheveled from sleep, smirks down at you from outside the covers. You hadn’t had the chance to see his facial expression as you worked, not wanting to peek out from underneath the covers, but now that he had lifted the blankets to take a look at what had awoken him? 

You regret not taking a look sooner. 

Amused by your infatuation, Dice laughs softly, leaning forward and brushing a stray hair from your face, wanting to take you in at full view. 

“Well, lookie what we have here… I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a pretty sight in my whole damn life. It looks like you’ve finally taken me up on my offer, huh sugar?” 

You nod in confirmation, blushing like a tomato as you finally realize the situation you’ve put yourself in. You’re having a conversation with him, the first conversation of the day, right in the middle of sucking his dick. You had woken him up, as you had planned, but you really don’t feel like stopping just yet. 

Fortunately, with the way Dice starts to guide you back into motion with his hand, it seems that he doesn’t want you to stop either. 

Your eyes slowly flutter shut as you continue your work with your man’s help, moaning slightly the more Dice pushes your head down on his cock. Not wanting to ruin the moment, you sacrifice your vision, using your ears as your cues to tell whether or not he’s enjoying his little present. 

“Ohh, sweetheart, you’re really spoiling me today, aren’t you? Sweet SATAN, the way you’re using your tongue like that… Mmmm… Don’t stop, darlin’, I’ll never forgive you if you don’t finish the job!~” 

Yeah, it’s safe to say that he’s enjoying it very much. Which is great, because you’re having the best meal of your life. 

Having become so focused on Dice’s moans and praises, you almost fail to notice the building pressure in your mouth, sending your insides into a frenzy. He’s getting close. Oh, shit, he’s getting CLOSE. 

You groan in pleasure as his hand shoves you back down, his tip pushing against the back of your throat and almost causing you to gag. But you manage perfectly well. There’s no chance your reflexes could ruin this moment. For you, or for the birthday boy. 

Slowly and with slight hesitation, you find it in you to open your eyes and take another peek at Dice, and man, are you glad you did. He looks so goddamn hot as he comes undone, getting closer and closer to sweet release. The sweat beading down his muscles, his perfectly square teeth gritted in an effort to contain his instincts, those beautiful eyes tightly squeezed shut. The loud, sensational grunts of pleasure that slip through his teeth, telling you that you’re doing a splendid job. 

Oh lord, the sight is enough to push you to your breaking point, as well. Your legs tremble slightly as your juices flow uncontrollably out of you, effectively soaking through your underwear and a little bit of your bottoms. It’s a good thing you didn’t change into your day clothes yet. 

Throwing his head back, Dice lets out a euphoric scream as he bucks his hips into your mouth, shoving the rest of his length into your mouth. 

“FUCK, BABYDOLL! The food you made smells delicious, but I’m about to stuff you so hard you won’t be able to take a single bite!~” 

Heh. Good. That breakfast is all for him, anyway. To hell with your food, you’re getting something much more appetizing. 

Though, you can’t exactly tell him that. So instead, you show him, by letting out another loud moan and sucking up whatever leakage his tip was providing. The few drops before the storm, so to speak. 

“Shit, SHIT! Baby, I can’t hold it anymore! FuckfuckfUCKFUCK–!” 

Finally! 

Your nails dig slightly into his hips as you brace yourself, moaning as Dice’s seed bursts into your mouth, shooting right down your throat, ceasing your breathing for a minute as you try and gulp down every last drop. He wasn’t lying about his ‘stuffing’ comment earlier—there is a lot for you to swallow down. But gracious, does he taste divine. You don’t give a damn about anything else at the moment; all you need is to take care of the mess your husband made into your mouth. 

Dice pants loudly, trying desperately to catch his breath, his groans elevating an octave as he slowly leans back, allowing you some air as you continue to enjoy your improvised breakfast. Slowly but surely, you finish every single drop of seed that Dice had given you, lifting your head off his cock with a satisfying -pop!- from your lips. 

Starting to catch your breath, you slither upwards from under the sheets, popping your head out of the covers from the opening Dice provides with his arm. Smiling happily to yourself, you lay on top of him once more, appreciating the addicting smell of his natural smoky musk as you enjoy the aftermath of your little morning session. 

Your belly is full, your pelvis is happy, and your husband is satisfied. What a perfect start to the morning, you think to yourself. And goodness, does Dice agree. 

“What a fantastic way to wake up, baby. I gotta say, every year I keep wondering how you might surprise me on my birthday, and you come through every time. You’re truly a peach, darlin’.”

“Aww, how sweet of you, sugarcube! But enough about me, this is a day about you. Happy birthday, Dice. While I’m happy to hear that you’ve enjoyed your wake-up call, that’s not the only trick I have up my sleeve…”

To prove your point, you gesture to the breakfast tray waiting for him with all of his special foods you had prepared, still warm even after everything you both have done together. Dice picks up the tray with an elated grin, kissing the top of your tired head as he balances both you and the tray in the bed. 

“Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have! This looks and smells delicious, as always. I’ll never understand why you insist on spoiling me so much.” 

“Nonsense, my King. Only the best for you, right? Especially on your birthday.”

You smile warmly as you watch Dice eat, occasionally offering you a bite and laughing softly at each refusal you give. He wasn’t expecting to have actually stuffed you so much you lost your appetite. A shame to him, since the food tastes wonderful, but an absolute win for you, since your breakfast was much more rewarding. 

You’re just glad that your husband is enjoying what you’ve made for him, despite the tray having sat on the nightstand for the last hour or so. Despite the slight burning smell that reaches your nose, making you wonder if you had spent a little too much time cooking the pancakes.  

Wait. No, the pancakes are fine. But… 

Fuck!

“SHIT, baby, your cake!” You shriek in horror, quickly scrambling out of Dice’s grip. “Your cake is burning!!” 

Dice takes a moment, sniffing the air to try and understand what you’re talking about, before chuckling sweetly. On ANY OTHER occasion, a sound that would send you right into the heavens. 

“I suppose we got a little carried away, didn’t we?” 

“Dice, that’s not the point! The cake is STILL in the oven!!” You shriek back, rushing out of the room to try and salvage the havoc that is wreaking in your kitchen. 

Dice watches you go for a moment, his groggy brain still trying to process what’s going on. But seconds later, he’s running right after you, laughing every step of the way and teasing the absolute hell out of you for causing such a ruckus at 8 in the morning. 

While you might not ever see why, Dice can’t help but think to himself as he watches you mourn the loss of the cake that hadn’t even been completed yet… 

Truly, the start of one of the best birthdays he’s ever had.

King Dice x Reader - A Special Birthday Gift (SHOW)

Ugh. Morning, already. 

Your eyes squeeze tightly shut for a moment, trying to block out the annoyingly beautiful sunlight that starts to peek inside from the blinds of your large windows. As beautiful as the curtains of your bed’s canopy are, they are just no match for the sun’s glory. 

Giving up on sleep, you slowly squint your eyes open, blinking rapidly in an effort to adjust to the morning that had oh-so-quickly crept up on you. Luckily, your eyes are met with a sight so pretty that your crankiness fades away completely at the drop of a hat. 

You’re met face to face with your darling husband, who is still sound asleep and snoring quietly in your ear, completely oblivious to the morning light that had disturbed you. Sometimes, you still wonder how you were lucky enough to fall into the sights of the legendary King Dice, but life is always full of beautiful surprises. 

Such as the surprise of a rare day off, that you had failed to realize until just a few seconds ago. Dice, still in bed with you? Sleeping soundly, even as the morning light pours in? Thank you, Satan! 

Not wanting to disturb your lover, you crane your head to the side, checking the date on the calendar, your heart skipping several beats as the realization dawns on you. It’s no wonder Dice has the day off today. 

It’s his birthday! 

This is perfect. Not only is today a day for Dice to take it easy and celebrate his special day, but it’s the weekend, meaning you don’t have to work either. You both have the entire day to spend together, however Dice wants. This is an opportunity that neither of you have had for weeks, and the fact that the stars finally align in your favor on his birthday, no less? Well, how could you not be excited?

You don’t know how the whimsical showman might want to spend his day off, as his mood can change by the hour. However, there’s no doubt in your mind that he would at least love a good breakfast with you, right? And of course, a purple velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. Truly a staple that has lasted in your little household for years.

Excited to get the day started, you move to get up, but a pair of arms you didn’t realize were wrapped around you hold you back. You look down to examine your situation, and to your amusement, you realize that Dice started clinging to you in the middle of the night, and is now the obstacle that is keeping you from moving out of the bed. 

Normally, you would answer his unconscious pleas, and stay in bed with him to snuggle. As much as you would feel the need to be productive, there’s just something about the way his strong arms envelope you in his warmth that always convinces you to sleep in along with him. 

But not today. 

Even if it is his birthday, you have things planned for his morning other than sleeping it away. So you slowly, carefully, slide out of his grip, your heart aching slightly as Dice groans softly in protest. 

To ease him back into blissful dreamland, you bring the warm comforter back over his shoulders, planting a loving kiss to the three-face of his head. Feeling relaxed and loved, a smile forms across the sleeping die’s lips, and he lets out a low, satisfied hum as he drifts back off completely. 

You allow your erratic heart to slow down once again, thankful for your success in keeping him asleep as you silently sneak out of the posh bedroom, closing the blinds on your way out to keep the light as dim as possible. 

Slowly closing the door behind you, you head to the kitchen with a spring in your step, ideas of many possible birthday surprises flowing in your head. As you prep your ingredients and preheat your oven, you wonder if there’s something extra you could give Dice to make his morning that much more special. Of course, a beautiful cake and delicious breakfast are in order, but you make breakfast all the time, and cake is something everyone has on their birthday. 

As you chop up your toppings for Dice’s omelette, adding your ingredients for his cake into the mixer, you ponder over something more personal you could give him. Something that comes from you, and ONLY you. That no one else could replicate…

Bingo. 

You’ve got it. And boy, will it be good. Maybe, if you play this right, you could sway your lover into the idea of staying in for the day, anyway. 

Eventually, your cake pans head into the oven, and your beaten eggs are added to the pans waiting on the stove, piping hot with fresh butter. While your cakes bake, you work on your sides, whipping up some fruit salad, perfectly golden toast, and bacon. 

By the time your omelettes finish cooking, you’ve got about 10 minutes left for your cakes, so you decide to play it safe and just wait it out. In the meantime, you run your plates under some hot water to keep them warm, setting up everything for breakfast so it not only stays heated, but it looks (and smells) wonderful. 

By the time you finish plating, your mental timer dings in your head, and you quickly pull out the cake pans, setting them on the cooling rack. You’ll ice the tiers later. It can be a fun way to spend the rest of your morning with Dice anyway, after breakfast. 

Satisfied with your work, you grab your tray and make your way back to the bedroom, carefully turning the doorknob and stepping inside. 

Dice is still fast asleep, so you make sure your movements are quiet as you head over to the bed, sitting the tray on his nightstand and crawling back under the sheets. 

Watching him rest, you can’t help but smile softly, admiring the way he looks. Buried beneath the blankets, slightly curled up, completely dead to the world… It’s honestly so sweet, you don’t even want to disturb him. 

But yet, you don’t want his breakfast to be cold, either. Plus, you don’t want him to sleep the entire morning away, when you’ve got a special surprise planned for him. 

You carefully scoot closer to Dice, taking in a few more precious moments of his sleeping face before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Of course, your mark of affection doesn’t do much to rouse the tired showman, and the most you get is a quiet murmur. You’ll need to do more than that. 

With a loving smile, you gently rub up and down his bicep, chuckling quietly as he wraps his arms back around you and pulls you closer. You continue your kisses, planting several more gentle pecks onto his pip for a nose, his cheeks, his mustache, the bottom edge of his head, and eventually, you start to peck his lips. 

Over. And over again. Wrapping your arms around his neck area, your hands cupping his three-face and four-face as you continue to press loving, sweet kisses all over your husband's beautiful lips. 

To your delight, Dice starts to laugh sleepily, starting to return your kisses and holding you tighter. His hands caress your wonderful skin as you make out with one another, his eyes slowly fluttering open as you finally take a second for some air. 

While you catch your breath, the showman watches you in adoration, grinning drowsily and cupping your cheek. 

“My, my… what a pleasant surprise. It seems I have woken up to a beautiful angel, blessing my morning with the most wonderful of kisses.~” 

Blushing at his flirtatious ‘good morning’ (and that captivating morning voice, to boot), you smile back up at him and press another peck to his lips, only proving his point. 

“Good morning to you too, my Number One. Happy birthday!” You greet warmly, pressing your forehead against his and giggling excitedly. 

Dice sits up in bed with you, pulling you into his lap and relishing in the melodious echoes of your laughter. A beautiful sound that couldn’t possibly be replicated, or replaced. God, how he loves you. 

“Why thank you, my dear! Here’s to another fantastic year of being the luckiest husband alive.” 

“I’m the one who’s lucky, Dice…” you grin, snuggling into your rightful place on top of him with your head resting against his shoulder. “The living legend, everyone’s favorite master of ceremonies, choosing me as his spouse? Now THAT is what I call luck.” 

“You forget that you had me hooked first, my love. Don’t you remember how desperate I was to call you mine? To have you all for myself? You had me reeling from the moment I first saw you in my audience, all those years ago.” 

Dammit, that’s sweet. Dice is such a sweetheart to you. On his own birthday, as well. You’ll never be able to get used to the butterflies he plants in your stomach with every word he utters. 

God, you just want to kiss him. 

Shaking your head, you throw your arms back around him, shoving him back down as you start pecking his face all over again. 

“Ohhh, Dice, you always know just what to say!” 

Laughing in jubilation over winning your battle of charms, your husband hugs you close and cups your face, smirking down at you once you’ve lost your breath once more. 

“Of course I do, doll. After all, I am your Number One. I've got to live up to the name, right?” 

A certain wonderful smell finally reaches his nose, and the showman turns to the nightstand in confusion to look for the source. His gaze lands on the perfectly plated tray you had sat on his bedside table, eyes widening slightly as he takes in just how delicious everything looks. 

“My word, doll, did you make all of this?” 

Smirking in triumph, you lean up and kiss just under his chin, nodding against his head as his mouth starts to water. 

“Mhm! All for you, my love. A breakfast fit for a king, and nothing less!” 

“Oh, baby, this looks amazing!!” Dice smiles warmly, giving you a loving squeeze in gratitude as he sets the tray over the bed. “You treat me so well. It’ll be hard to beat this kind of pampering the next time your birthday comes around.” 

“Hush about all that, King! You always find creative ways to make my birthdays special. Every year. I’m simply returning the favor. Now eat, before it gets cold.” 

Knowing better than to let your food go to waste, Dice obeys, savoring every bite of the meal you prepared him. There’s no way in hell the man could ever grow tired of your cooking, that’s for sure. Everything you’ve made is delicious and he’s sure to tell you that, offering you several bites along the way. 

But you? No, you’re more interested in something else… 

You haven’t forgotten about the special present you had been meaning to give him, on top of eating together. 

As Dice finishes up his omelette, he looks at you in slight dismay at the thought of you cooking all that food, and not taking a single bite. 

“Doll, are you sure you’re not hungry? I’d hate for you to not eat anything when all you’ve done this morning is cook for me. Is there something I could fix up for y—”

“Oh no, honey. Don’t you worry about all that. Besides, you’re not allowed in the kitchen unless I’m there, so you don’t burn the whole place down. However, there is something I’m much more interested in having this morning, that wouldn’t require you to lift even a finger.” 

Swallowing his last mouthful, Dice sets the tray aside and rests his hands on your sides, raising an intrigued eyebrow at your sudden seductive aura. 

“Oh? And what might that be, sweetness?” 

You smirk, drumming your fingers up his chest and slowly pulling back the folds of his nightrobe. Dice sighs shakily in want as you rest your head against his chest, breathing heavily as you sensually undo the robe’s knot tied in the front. 

“Well, let’s just say that breakfast isn’t the only surprise I have for you this morning. Now, just sit back and relax, baby. I’ll take it from here.”

Immediately laying back against the pillows, Dice watches you work your magic, peeling back the sheets and straddling his lap. Leaning forward, you press a few extra kisses to his chest as you gently massage his hardening cock through his boxers, chuckling at every pleasured whine that escapes his lips. 

“Don’t you fret, babylove. I know what you want, and I promise, I’ll give it to you.” 

Smiling as Dice grips the sheets with his fists in anticipation, you carefully slide down his boxers to reveal your prize, which is throbbing for your touch. And who are you to refuse? 

You slowly lean your head down, gripping onto Dice’s hips to keep him and yourself steady, licking your lips eagerly to enjoy the meal that you had been waiting for ever since you had started cooking. 

Your mouth finds its home right on Dice’s tip, your tongue enjoying the salty taste of the precum that leaks as your husband tries his best not to lose it too soon. Such a well behaved gentleman, even on his birthday… 

He really does deserve to be satisfied. 

Once you’re settled comfortably, you start to bob your head up and down Dice’s length, the sweet sweet groans and cries of pleasure that escape your lover’s throat dancing in your ears. A part of you can’t tell who’s more pleasured at the moment, and you wonder if you might be spoiling yourself on a day that’s supposed to be about your beloved showman. 

But hey, Dice is obviously enjoying himself very much… just look at how he crumbles beneath you, one of his hands grabbing the back of your head, encouraging you to continue. His desperate demands for you to continue, to go deeper, faster, until you almost choke. 

You can handle it, of course. After all, you’re his ‘Number One’ just as much as he is yours, right? 

“Ohh, BABYDOLL, you’re driving me crazy! Good gracious, don’t you dare stop!” Dice shrieks, his head leaning back as he starts to move his hips in sync with your head. “Holy shit… holy shit, holy SHIT!~” 

Yeah, you’re definitely his Number One. Just look at how he’s melting in your arms! 

He’s such a sweetheart to you, in and out of the bedroom. He deserves every single ounce of pleasure he feels right now. Every cry, groan, praise, and hiss, is only motivation for you to continue. To push yourself harder. Harder. 

Both of you find your rhythm together, and soon enough, your room is filled with the wonderful symphony of whines, Dice’s deep voice guiding and praising you, and the sound of silky sheets rustling. Heavenly. Goodness, is it heavenly. 

You don’t regret refusing bites of Dice’s breakfast one bit. He tastes amazing, and judging by the way he twitches inside your mouth, you can tell that he has a lot in store for you when you finally grant him release. 

The thought only makes you hungrier. In fact, you’re starving. You need to get him to cum inside you, now. Otherwise, there’s just no telling what you might do. 

Experimenting with your hands, you start to run them up and down Dice’s toned sides, enjoying the smooth, silky feeling of his ivory skin against your fingers. You massage each and every part of his body you can reach, soothing his aching muscles and still making sure he’s secure while you suck him off. 

The results are splendid. Dice’s other hand finds its way on your shoulder, his fingers digging into your flesh in an attempt to ground himself. His groans double in volume, and now, he’s practically screaming your name, egging you on as you pleasure him with your hands and mouth. God, it’s like all he ever wanted was a damn massage; maybe you should have moved your hands sooner. 

“FUCK, BABY! Right there, rIGHT THERE–! Please, please, I BEG you, don’t stop what you’re doing! Ohhhh, GOD!” 

What a beautiful sound to your eardrums. His growls and moans are some of the most invigorating noises you’ve ever been lucky enough to hear. Especially when he just woke up, adding that extra layer of drowsy husk… Good LORD, you’re starting to get close, and Dice’s sounds and movements are not helping your case. 

You groan loudly as your head is guided back down, taking him in his entirety and stuffing your mouth completely. The taste of your own saliva mingled with the droplets of seed leaking from Dice’s tip are a delectable appetizer, but you’re starting to get desperate as well. You can’t hold up forever—you need to get him to release in your mouth. Quickly. 

Your nails dig into the sides of Dice’s waist, prompting a surprised scream from your frenzied husband. You smile eagerly to yourself as you feel a familiar pressure build up both in your mouth and between your legs. You’re in the final stretch, and Dice is sure to make it known. 

“SWEET SATAN, doll, I’m getting close! FUCK, I’m getting close! You better brace yourself, I don’t think I can take it much longer!~” 

Good. Don’t take it, then. You’d want nothing more than to lighten his load for him, and while you can’t talk to him at the moment, you’re sure to physically let him know by exaggerating your groans and moving your head as fast as you can. 

“SHIT! BABY, I'M CUMMING–!” 

Yes!

Your own fluids burst from between your legs as you finally get the chance to reap the rewards of your labor, Dice’s cock finally releasing his seed down your throat in an otherworldly explosion. There’s so much, and it just keeps coming. You suppose there’s a reason why Dice had warned you to brace yourself; if you weren’t prepared, you would have surely been caught off guard. 

But you’re much better than that. And you prove it, by taking every. Last. Drop. 

Even your husband is surprised as he watches you take in his orgasm, barely even flinching as you swallow his seed like it’s your last meal. God, does it feel that way. You had been wanting this for what feels like forever. 

Eventually, you finally get the chance to lift your head off of his cock, which your tongue had thoroughly licked clean. Dice pants heavily as he tries to calm himself, immediately embracing you as soon as you collapse on top of him, trying to catch your breath yourself. 

That was certainly worth the wait. 

“D-doll…” Dice huffs out, his hands resting over your warm stomach. “That… That was…” 

“And that’s just one of the presents I have in store for you, baby.” You murmur back, smiling warmly as you both breathe heavily together, slowly coming down from the ride. “And if you’d like, we can stay in for the day, and I’ll show you a hell of a lot more where that came from.” 

Dice stares at you in utter infatuation, his gaze jumping back and forth between your panting form and the empty tray resting on his nightstand. It does not take the showman long to decide. 

“You’re asking me, if I’d like to stay home all day, and not have to touch any of those dreadful pests or sign a single autograph? You’re offering to relax with me here, in this bed, and treat me like this? All day?” 

Sheepishly, you nod, looking up at him hopefully and taking his hands. 

“Of course, it’s up to you. If you want to head out and bask in the public, then we can certainly–”

“No.” 

You blink in surprise, squeaking in delight as your lover hugs you closer, gripping your jawline with his hand. 

“We’re staying right here. In this house. All day. If that was only the start of what you have planned for me here? I never want to leave this damn house again.” 

Grinning elatedly, you lean up and press a gentle kiss to Dice’s lips, your limbs entangling with one another as you both try desperately to get closer to each other. 

“If that’s what you want, my love. There are also some cakes cooling on the rack in the kitchen, if you’d like to help me frost it later. I made purple velvet, your favorite!”

“Oh, I’ll help you frost the cake alright… But there’s a different kind of cake I hope to have, as well.” Smirking wickedly, Dice’s hands wrap around your back and make their way down to your ass, giving each of your cheeks a seductive squeeze. You shudder in excitement, grinning just as mischievously as you tackle your husband in another round of heated kisses.

Happy birthday. Happy birthday, indeed.

[azlan-snow]

With My Life(RadioApple)

Year Three

(Warning for Mild Gore: Gunshot Wounds.)

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Two years later, Luci had fallen for his guard. And he knows it to be true. Everytime he falls asleep at his desk, Al takes him to bed and sleeps on the floor, even though he has his own chambers. Alastor also tends to enjoy the meals he shares with the king, since they are rare as he’s naturally busy. Luci, when he can’t think, (which is often), sits on Al’s lap, taking in account of his height, and continues to work, which Al takes much pride in. 

–

Today, Lucifer plans on taking Al out to eat.

“Luci, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Who knows how much trouble we could get into?”

“Relax, beloved. It won’t be forever.”

“Beloved?”

Lucifer froze at the question, not realizing that he had said it. “Sorry, Al.”

“I’m not judging you for it. I quite like it. I was just curious.”

“You like it? Does that mean I can finally date you, or are you going to keep saying no?”

“I never told you no. I said give it time. You asked me two weeks after you employed me. Two!”

“To be fair, you are fuckin’ sexy, Al.” Alastor blushes at the compliment, not expecting and expecting such a thing from the king.

“Reelax, Al. No one’s going to give two flyin’ hoots about us on the mortal plane! I bought out the entire restaurant so no one will disturb us!” The king’s smile was large, filled with glee, while Alastor bears one of shock.

“My king, I still strongly advise you to reconsider your idea. Going to earth can be dangerous,  Especially if your relatives in Heaven find out.”

“Relax, Al. No one’s going to care. It’s one night! Okay?”

Alastor sighs heavily, forfeiting his side of the verbal battle. “Fine. We’ll go.” Luci squeals, but gets interrupted. But, if we’re going to the mortal plane, I suggest taking a stroll down town. We might find something interesting.” “That’s a great idea! Sounds like a plan.” 

“Shall we?”

“Thank you.” Luci opens a portal and steps through, but Alastor doesn't, his confidence wavering. 

“Perhaps I’ll reside in your shadow, my king.” He steps through, entering the king’s shadow, and giving it his signature deer ears. They stop at a mom-and-pop butcher shop to grab some venison and other cuts, a Cannibal shop to grab some of Al’s delicacies like organs, which disgusted Luci, and a small candy store for some cookies for Luci and chocolate for Al.

After running errands, the two prepared to head to the mortal plane. With a snap of Luci’s fingers, they are dressed in human guises, Alastor, looking how he was when he was alive and Lucifer a tanner version of himself. 

Lucifer stares at Al, finally getting a glimpse of what he had looked like in the past. Al looks back at him, noticing he looks similar to his clown-like self, with the same rosy cheeks, blond hair, and short stature and Luci blushes red instead of gold, 

“Damn, Al. Didn’t think you could get any sexier.” Al blushes at the comment, turning away from him. 

“Such a rude thing to say, my King.” 

“Whatever, weirdo. Come on.” Luci opens the portal, not showing the other side of it. He steps through dragging Alastor through it. As Alastor looks around he smells a familiar scent. 

“Am I…home?”

“Yep! Welcome back!” Al took a look around before taking Luci’s hand and intertwining it with his, and leading them off down the road. As they go, Al tells him all about his childhood, but is saddened that none of the places he would show him are there, due to decades past in New Orleans. As he looks, he notices a restaurant that is familiar to him from his time among mortals. 

“There! This was my mother’s favorite restaurant. She loved their beignets. She used to make them for me at home all the time.” He drags him towards it, curious why it’s starkly empty. “How come there’s no one here?”

“I told you I bought out the restaurant for the night! You didn’t believe me?”

“We’re eating here?”

“Yeah! I figured we should go somewhere familiar, right? My favorite part is the swamp puppies! They’re always so cute!”

“Swamp puppies? You mean alligators?”

“Yep! They’re adorable, aren’t they?” Alastor laughs wholeheartedly at the statement before looking at Luci softly. 

“Adorable? Are you right in the head, my King?”

“Shh! Don’t call me that here! Just Luci.”

“Of course, Luci.”

"Thanks, Al. After you.” He gestures to the door, the pair standing in front of the double doors. They enter the restaurant Luci taking them to their seats. He leaves the restaurant for a few moments and plenty of people walk in, smiles on their faces. They thank him as they walk in and sit down. Alastor shifts in his seat, uncomfortable by the large amount of people. When Lucifer returns and sits in his seat, he notices his guard’s discomfort.

“What’s wrong, deer boy?”

“I thought we were eating alone.” 

“Yeah, but it was too quiet.”

“So you decided to invite all these strangers here, putting you in potential danger.”

“Relax, Al. No one’s coming after us while we eat. Now come on and order something.” He glances down at the menu, before flagging down a waiter.

“Can I get a red beans and rice and a crawfish and oyster plate?” The server nods and looks at Alastor, waiting for him to tell him his order.

“May I get a plate of Jambalaya and a bowl of gumbo?” He nods and walks away, leaving the two to themselves as they stare awkwardly at the floor. Once the food arrives, the begin to eat in silence, making the occasional small talk, and when they finish, they leave in an open hurry. They head back towards the edge of town, but as they slowly walk, two men appear in front and behind them. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. We have a shakedown.

The four men guide the two into alleyway Alastor’s too familiar with, as many of his victims had been gouged out then and there. As Alastor was about to use his abilities, Lucifer stops him, his eyes ice cold. “We can’t use our powers up there. The Archangels will sense it and kill us both, understand?” He remembers, then goes to reach for his knife in his vest, but BANG! One of the thug’s guns shoots him, through and through his thigh, causing Al extreme pain, knowing his abilities are half of what they were in Hell up here. He falls to the floor: another bullet in his abdomen. Luci calls his name: another bullet in his forearm. 

“Ya’ hand us the money an’ we won’t shoot ya’ pal anymore!” Another bullet, this time, at Luci, a rapid fire at the both of them, only the head shooting Luci, and the rest at Al, leaving him bloodied, but still alive and conscious. He gets in front of the King, beats all the men to a pulp, impaling and all, then uses his powers, masking them, and teleports them back to the edge of the city. He uses his emergency portal pin crafted Lucifer to summon a portal to the palace, rushing through, appearances reverting back to normal, and lying the king flat on the floor before staggering, catching Lucifer’s attention.

“Alastor!” He sits up quickly; too quick; and catches the injured buck.

“I’m fine, my King,” He lies, summoning bandages to begin treating his master’s wounds. His healing finally kicks in, stopping blood from ruining his bloodied uniform any further. As Luci gets bandaged up, (even though he told Al he would heal), Luci tries to pry info about the redhead through his delirious state.

“Al?”

“Yes, my King?”

“How did you end up in Hell? You’re a true gentleman, which is why it doesn’t make any sense.”

“Mama raised me right.” His expression softened as he continued.

“She always ensured that there was food on the table. Made sure there was an education for me. Made sure I was successful. When I became of age, I began to do the same for her as she was getting along in years.” Tears spilled down his face as he began to wrap the third bullet wound. 

“What about your dad?” Alastor's hands stop and drop like stones and return to his side. He stands up and moves away from Luci towards the bathroom to switch clothes. When he comes back, Luci is simply staring at him.

“Did I cross a line, Al? I’m so-”

“Don’t apologize, my Liege. It’s alright. It was just sudden is all.”

“You don’t have to, Al.” “He just wasn’t a good father is all.” A lie, but he didn’t want to make his impression on Lucifer worse. Above all, Lucifer can tell he’s lying.

“So. New question you should like: How would you kill me if you could?” The mood instantly darkens as a sinister smile appears on both of their faces.“With my bare hands.” Alastor walks out the door, excusing himself, much to Lucifer’s dislike.

[carooosa]

Shadows and Strings

Summary: After waking up from a nightmare, you and your party set out on a side quest. You heal Astarion with your magic, but instead of coming from a spell, it comes from the music you play. Word Count: 4k

Tags: AstarionxTav, AstarionxReader, Astarionxbard!Tav, Astarionxsorcerer!Tav

A/N: This is my first fanfic so please be nice. I have many more chapters planned. I plan on this being a slow burn.

For as long as you remember, music came naturally to you. When you were a child, you would hum along with the wind and birds while doing chores. Every mundane task became a pleasant one as you would create symphonies in your mind. While life wasn’t always easy, it was bearable with a melody. Your fondest memories always had some type of music involved…

With the rain as your percussion, you prepared dinner with your mother as your father worked at a nearby inn. The steady rolling boil of the stew that simmered in front of you created a beat with each pop of a bubble; your mother’s quick mincing of vegetables filling out the beat. The sweet smell of citrus and herbs filled the room. As you started to toss the cut vegetables into the pot, you began to hum a tune.

A simple, smooth melody that came from your heart intertwined with the aroma of the stew, filling all of your senses. You made your way over to the spice rack to grab a handful of Balsam, adding a flourish in your tune when the herb fell into the pot. As your mother chopped the last carrot, you finished your impromptu song with a sigh.

“You always know how to add extra flavor to whatever we’re doing, pumpkin,” your mother said while smiling at you with endearment in her eyes.

“You always tell me to find the joys in the small things, and music always brings me joy, so why not add music to the small things?” you reply before quickly tasting your creation. “Perfect” you think as you go to grab some bowls for serving.

As if a practiced routine, your father runs inside right as you place the last bowl on the table, drenched from the rain and out of breath. After setting aside his coat to dry, he turns to you and warmth fills his eyes.

“Don’t tell me the two most beautiful people in my life made my favorite meal,” he asks while quickly making his way over to the table. “This is exactly what I need after a long day of work and an even longer walk home.” Although your father never expressly said it, you notice the tiredness in his eyes and body. Ever since your family had left Elturel in search of a healer for your mother, life has presented you with more struggles. 

Since your family never stayed in one town for more than a couple of months, it was hard for your father to get a well paying job. A trip that would normally take no more than two weeks had become one that was taking well over a couple of years. Your mother wasn’t able to travel far before needing at least a month of recovery, during which your father would find a job and replenish your savings. You had already been at this current town for 4 months, which was the longest rest stop so far.

Your mother had been helping around the house more this past week. Late at night as you slept in the secluded area that was deemed the bedroom, you would hear your parents whisper to each other about leaving.

“We can’t leave just yet, Marls. We barely have enough money to pay for our current living situation, let alone enough for supplies,” your father said in a soft, hushed tone. “I know we need to take advantage of you feeling well enough to move around, I just need to stay with this job for a couple of more weeks and then we can go.”

You didn’t hear your mother’s reply, instead hearing your parents’ footsteps approaching the bedroom. You quickly feigned sleep as your parents laid down on their bedroll. Although they’ve been having more disagreements lately, they never went to bed angry at each other.

When you awoke the next morning, your father was already gone for work. Making your way to the main room, your mother was also gone. As panic started to work its way up to your throat from your stomach, the door to your home swung open. Your mother leaned against the frame with an excited smile on her face, her hands behind her back hiding something.

“Pumpkin,” she wheezed, “I know you love music. I know that you would love to be able to see a performance, I would, too.” The words came out of your mother’s mouth in a flurry. “And I need to make sure you know just how much your father and I appreciate your help. You are so mature and never ask for much. Which is not right. You’re my kid, you should be asking me for toys and treats and whatever the hells you want.”

Your mother looked down at the ground for a second before taking a deep breath and pushing herself off of the door frame. “I’ve been telling the druid that’s been helping me with my condition about how talented you are. How you can make songs out of nothing. How I feel awful for not being able to help you pursue this talent,” she paused, revealing the instrument she had hidden behind her back. “She told me to stop my fretting, and to give you this.”

In your mother’s hands lay a lute. It wasn’t brand new, and it had chips in the wooden neck. One of the strings was too loose. Even still, it was the most beautiful instrument that you’ve ever seen.

“Now, pumpkin, this lute isn’t free,” your mother said as she handed you the well-loved instrument, “there is a price that you specifically will need to pay. The druid will be coming over later to show your father how to help aid me, and she said that she would love to hear you play.”

“But I don’t know how!” you exclaimed quickly, hugging the lute to your chest for comfort.

“Oh sweetheart, I see the talent in you. I know that you’re capable.” Your mother said as she sat down at the table. 

Without saying anything else, you ran to the bedroom and started to practice. It was weird, at first, figuring out how to place your fingers on the neck of the lute, determining how much pressure to put on the strings in order to change the note. But as the hours passed, you became more confident. Certain notes were definitely easier than others, and with the few you felt comfortable with you were able to create a soothing tune.

You could hear your father come through the front door with the voice of another woman. You ran out of the bedroom to see the woman giving your mother a hug before her eyes snapped to you. “This must be the musical prodigy I’ve heard so much about!”

“Come here darling,” your mother says as she pulls out a chair, “this is Shiela, the druid I told you about.”

The evening begins the same as it always does, with small talk and dinner, except this time with a guest awaiting entertainment. You quickly finish your meal and then sit in your chair, fidgeting anxiously. When your father and the druid, Shiela, finish eating, she begins to teach your father about balms and salves that would help your mother in certain situations.

As Shiela finished her lesson, your mother urged you to go and get your recent gift. After retrieving the lute, you came back to see the dining table chairs arranged in a row, like an audience, and one chair facing them. Nerves hit your chest sharply as you made your way to the makeshift stage. Your father had his arm wrapped around your mother, the tiredness gone from his eyes, instead replaced with anticipation. The druid sat on the other side of your mother and looked at you with a knowing look in her eyes.

Your mother sat on the edge of her seat, a wide smile spread across her face. Slowly, you set your fingers to the first note of the tune you had played earlier, your other hand preparing to strum the strings. The nerves in your chest had grown, threatening to suffocate you with the thickness they created in your throat. Your mother began anxiously tapping her foot against the floor, and while your father’s face flashed with annoyance, the rhythmic beat gave you the encouragement you needed to strum.

Although the tempo was faster than you had briefly practiced, your fingers were able to keep up. Your father looked at you in astonishment, your mother’s eyes started to tear, and the druid was waving her hands when a burst of blue light came out from her fingertips and began to dance around you. With the new visual sensation, you began to vocalize. Your father began to clap his hands to the beat you had set. The nerves from earlier had faded and instead turned into something new, something refreshing. While the feeling before left you gasping for air, this new sensation felt like the first breath you ever took. 

You stood up and started to move around the room, unable to sit still as the music filled your heart. Your father lifted your mother up and began to dance with her, the druid taking over the job of clapping to the beat. As your song came to an end, a new color of dancing light appeared: a bright orange. You looked at the druid, and all that she gave you was a wink.

When you looked back to the orange light, it had turned into a fire. A fire that began to frantically spin around the room. You turned back around and tried to find your parents and the druid, but they were gone. The fire had grown now, creating a wall of flames around you that slowly closed inwards. The smell of sulfur and burnt wood filled your nose and throat as you screamed.

“Aw shit, I did it again! Why do eggs burn so easily,” the red tiefling barbarian who was known to set things on fire asked.

“Chtk. If these eggs are too fragile to withstand some mere heat, then they are not worthy to be eaten,” the githyanki who sat on a nearby log replied.

As the wizard who was the designated chef quickly put out the fire with a frost bolt, you regained your senses and remembered where you were. It had been a week since the nautiloid ship had crashed, leaving you and your five companions with tadpoles inside your heads. You had each been taken from your lives and imprisoned on the ship, a mind flayer putting tadpoles in your brains in order to convert you into one as well. While it wasn’t a conventional team, you guys had decided that it would be better to try and remove the tadpoles with allies as opposed to by yourselves.

“Thank gods I don’t have to eat whatever that is,” Astarion, the rogue who turned out to be a vampire, said while shooting you a quick glance from his book. Three days ago you had awoken to the vampire hovering over you with snarled teeth. After a short explanation, you had agreed to let him drink from you. It had taken him by surprise, but he didn’t argue as he repositioned himself to sink his teeth into your neck. While you may have come off as eager, you didn’t mind as you were excited to have your skin broken.

Before the nautiloid you had been an object of entertainment, kept away from the hands of others in order to prevent you from being tainted. Your hands quickly reached up to the two pinpricks on your neck. After the first night Astarion fed on you, you told him that he could feed on you every night, if need be. He suggested changing the feeding spots each time in order to avoid scarring, but you had assured him that it would be better to do it in the same spot. You didn’t tell him, but you wanted the bite to scar.

Unfortunately for you, there were side effects to having your blood drained each night. There was always a dull pain in the crook of your neck, and you had begun to get sloppy in your fighting. You could tell your companions were beginning to get frustrated with you, especially after you had convinced them to traverse the Sunlit Wetlands in order to find proof of Kagha’s betrayal. 

You didn’t necessarily want to get involved in whatever drama was going on in the grove, but you did hear of a special amulet that would cure your bloodlessness and get your strength back to what it was before you had come to whatever strange arrangement you had with Astarion. The only problem was that with all the uneasiness in the grove, and the fact that you were a tiefling, you were unable to search for the amulet without eyes following you around. And you didn’t exactly want to explain to random people who already looked down on you why you were looking for this piece of jewelry.

You got up from your bedroll, making sure to avoid Astarion’s gaze, and made your way over to the campfire, offering your help with whatever you could.

“Unless you have a song that can unfreeze and unburn this egg, I don’t think there’s much that can be done at this point,” Gale said with a sigh, regretting that he agreed to Karlach making breakfast. The red tiefling noticed this and began to shift uneasily beside him.

“Unfortunately I do not, but I can whip up a song to mourn the sacrifice this egg made,” you joked. Gale’s face lightened up as he chuckled, prompting Karlach to loosen up and join in as well.

“While it may have ended up in a few inedible eggs,” she said while tossing the burnt food into a pile of other burnt food, “at least I had fun. Thanks, Gale, I know how much you care about cooking.”

You admittedly weren’t the best fighter, but you were always able to ease the tension in your camp. You weren’t able to end fights, but you could at least prevent them sometimes.

As your group packed the supplies and began to determine the best route to the wetlands, you looked at the hastily written note you had found in the hidden corner of the druid’s library. Kagha. Swamp-docks. Tree. Meet me. Alone. -Olodan it read. You weren’t entirely sure what this note meant, or if it could even help you with what was going on in the grove, but you decided that this was the best bet you had at getting that amulet.

You joined the rest of the group and pointed out the directions you had. You had already made it into the beginning of the Wetlands yesterday, not before running into a skirmish between an elderly woman you had met in the grove and two men who claimed she stole their sister. You told the two that they were on their own as your group had other pressing matters. After they left, Shadowheart came up to you.

“I’ve got to say that I’m honestly quite surprised that you didn’t want to help them. Not that I disagree, we do have more ‘pressing matters at hand’,” she said while mimicking your mannerisms, “I can’t help but wonder why we’re going out of our way to help the grove then.”

It was a valid question. You had originally convinced the group that it was the right and just thing to do, to help those in need. And now you were blatantly telling someone in need that you were too busy to help them.

“Nettie mentioned a powerful Druid named Halsin. He might be able to get rid of these things in our head.”

Astarion was quick to question you again. “So then why aren’t we going to save him from those dreadful goblins?”

You shot him a glare that he met with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t think that the grove will be able to maintain peace by the time we get to Halsin and back.” Your answer seemed reasonable, so you thought.

“Who cares about the grove? Once we get to Halsin, we can have him remove the tadpoles right then and there, before he knows what’s happening in his beloved grove.” Astarion shot back.

“Trust me, Astarion,” you sneered his name, “I know how druids are. They will always take care of what they hold dear first before helping others. The best chance we have at getting him to help us is to take care of the grove problem before we see him.” That had been enough to convince the group to follow your lead into the wetlands, although whether it be for your rationale or for the harsh tone and sharp glare you gave Astarion, they wouldn’t say. 

Now here you were the next day, leading everyone further into the uncharacteristically beautiful swamp. As you spotted what appeared to be docks, you heard an all too familiar whine from behind you. “Are you actually going to make me ruin my clothes in all this mud instead of doing the reasonable thing and finding that druid?”

You chose to ignore Astarion’s remark, instead turning to everyone. “As soon as we find… whatever it is we’re looking for, we’ll go back to the grove. I promise that it’ll be worth it. You guys can just stay here, I won’t be gone long.” While you went on your way, the rest of the party all looked at Astarion. There had been a silent agreement made between everyone that someone would always have to go with you whenever you went off somewhere, as you were known to get distracted or fall into a fight fairly often.

“What are you all looking at me for? Tav is a perfectly capable being who can handle their own problems,” Astarion said while crossing his arms and positioning himself to face away from the group.

“We’ve all been taking our turns looking after them, it’s about time that you start being useful around here,” Wyll spat. “Besides, if it weren’t for Tav, I would’ve slain you as soon as I learnt of your undead nature.”

With a scoff and an eye roll, Astarion started to follow you, mumbling under his breath about the whole party being wild beasts who don’t care about their hygiene. As you walked along the docks, carefully jumping over larger patches of mud, a mud mephit buzzed past your face. Without thinking, you grabbed the shortsword that hung on your hip, quickly killing it. The mephit exploded as your sword slashed it, spraying thick mud onto you and your silent stalker behind you.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Astarion groaned, causing you to turn around and point your weapon towards him. Before you could say anything, your attention was taken away when the gurgling and bubbling of the mud puddle left behind from the dead mephit morphed into a new one.

You knew in an instant that you had, yet again, bit off more than you could chew. Everytime you would kill one of these creatures, one to two could spawn from its place. You needed to find whatever it was that was near that tree and leave as soon as possible. The only problem was that the person who was most likely to evade these creatures was the one who had been the most resistant to pursue this little side quest.

“Astarion, you need to go to that tree and find the evidence while I take care of the swarm,” you commanded as you cast a spell that froze some of the enemies.

“Me? Why can’t you do it?” He asked, shocked and quite offended that you would even consider asking him to ruin his clothes further.. 

“Just go, Astarion!” The frozen mephits were beginning to thaw. “It’s the least you could do,” the words after I’ve let you drink my blood the past few nights left unsaid as you prepared another spell.

He groaned once more before sidestepping past you and running through the swarm of mephits. As he got closer to the tree, his eyes began to frantically scan the bark for any hint of something out of place before finding a groove in the wood that held a small pouch, a crumpled piece of paper inside. He hoped this was the piece of evidence you were looking for, as he was not going to spend one more second in the squelching mud.

While Astarion was grabbing the evidence, you cast cloud of knives into the heart of the swarm. It instantly killed two of the creatures, which upon exploding killed three more. The victory was short lived as seven new mephits started to emerge from the mud.

“Really, Tav? Was that the smartest idea?” Astarion yelled at you as he dashed through the growing swarm. As he made his way back to the docks, a mephit attacked, slashing his side. He faltered for a moment before continuing towards you, one hand clutched to the stinging wound.

You both ran into the wetlands until you were sure you were out of sight, breathing heavily as you regained your composure. As you supported yourself against a tree, you noticed Astarion wincing as he moved his hand from his wound, a greenish sludge mixed in with his blood. “Here, let me heal you,” you said while picking up your lute from behind you.

“I don’t need your help, thanks,” he spat at you, “I’ll just have Shadowheart heal me like she always does.” He began to walk away, stopping when he heard the strings of the lute being plucked. He chuckled, “Now darling, while I do appreciate the sentiment behind ‘music healing the soul’, now really isn’t the time for a serena-” his words stopped in his mouth as he noticed a faint orange glow around the instrument.

The lute seemed to emanate a soft, otherworldly glow, its strings bathed in ethereal light. Golden trails of light followed your fingers as you concentrated on the hymn. Astarion took a step towards you, entranced by the soothing melody and dancing lights. The trail of light from your fingers began to grow as it reached up towards him, circling around his waist until it seeped into his open cut. As you finished the song, the light left your fingers and continued along the trail up to Astarion’s wound before disappearing completely. You opened your eyes to find the vampire staring at you with an open mouth.

“What was that?” he asked.

Unable to answer, you changed the subject. “Did you find anything?”

“Yes, this pouch with a piece of trash in it – but don’t change the subject; what was that you just did? I feel…” he paused, taking in the warmth that had seeped into his skin from the song you had played, “... refreshed,” he said, his voice tinged with curiosity.

“It’s just something that I learned when I was younger,” you said quietly before pushing yourself off the tree and grabbing the pouch in his hands. Not wanting to talk about it, you began walking back towards the voices of your group.

“Well, I must say that whatever it was, was more rejuvenating than Shadowheart’s healing spells. Not as much as your delicious blood,” he said, voice thick with flirtation, “but beggars can’t be choosers, as they say.”

Your response was a brief nod and a grunt, and the two of you returned to the group in silence.

[ericsonclan]

Babe, Wake Up, It’s Pride Month

Summary: Clementine gets a friendly call from Duck kicking off Pride Month.

Word Count: 924

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Clementine yawned as she started to make her way towards the bed. She was ready to get under the covers and watch the latest episode of Rupaul’s Drag Race with Louis. Her husband was currently completely absorbed in whatever was on his phone. He kept typing away while Clementine got into bed and kissed him on the cheek.

“Whatcha up to?”

“Getting the text ready for midnight.” Louis mumbled and before Clementine could say anything he spoke again. “It’s time! Send!” He whacked his thumb against his phone then went back to frantically typing. “Aasim, you’re next!”

Clementine’s lips parted, ready to ask what was on his mind when suddenly her phone started to ring. With a quick glance she saw who it was.

“Hey, Duck,”

“Happy Pride! How’s my favorite bi doing? Feeling gay? Because I sure do!” His voice blew up her phone, making Clementine hold it back from her ear.

“Hell yeah I’m feeling gay! And happy pride to you too,” She glanced over and saw the mountain of a text her husband was preparing. That’s why he was so glued to his phone. “So, you just calling to say ‘gay rights’ or are you wanting to party?”

“Seriously?!?! Hell yeah! Yo, Knox, wanna party at Clem and Louis’?”

Clementine could hear Duck’s partner say something but it was too quiet to tell what.

“Tell Oakley we won’t be too loud,” Clementine added.

“Okay, they said yes anyway but I’ll let them know! I gotta call one more person and then the pan squad will be there!”

Duck hung up without another word and Clementine shook her head. Oh yeah - maybe she should make a few more calls.

Violet grumbled as she kept hearing her phone ding with texts. She tried her best to ignore it and instead burrowed her face further into the crook of Prisha’s neck. She knew what those texts were gonna be. Pride celebrations could wait; all she wanted to do right now was be with her wife. Fate didn’t seem to agree with those plans though as there was a knock on their front door. Violet sighed but ignored it until it kept going and going.

“Mmm, what’s that sound?” Prisha mumbled as she tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. Whoever’s there is gonna go away,” But Violet was proven wrong when the knocking continued.

“I’ll go check who it is,” Prisha slipped out of bed before Violet could say otherwise and blindly wandered through the apartment. She double checked to make sure her pepper spray was within reach if worst came to worst. Unlocking the door, she opened it and was immediately surprised when colorful confetti of pinks, oranges and white hit her directly in the face.

“Happy Pride, ya gay!” Renata beamed at Prisha who looked completely exhausted and confused. Her feelings only deepened as Sophie popped her head into view.

“Whoa! Congrats on being gay!” Sophie blew into a rainbow party horn causing it to shoot out and whack Prisha in the forehead.

“Why are you two here at three in the morning?”

“Because it’s Pride Month! Now we gotta hurry - to the Everett household!’ Renata declared then was off like a shot with Sophie right behind. Prisha stood there for a moment then silently closed the door. It was too early in the morning to deal with this.

“Minnie, Min!”

Minnie heard her wife’s voice as she was shaken awake.

“Babe, wake up, it’s Pride month!”

Minnie groggily opened her eyes and saw Renata’s bright smile.

“Yay! You’re finally awake!’ Renata started to kiss all over Minnie’s face while the ginger started to wake up.”

“Ren, what time is it?” Minnie looked over at the clock and saw that it was five AM. Way earlier than Renata usually got up but not so much for her.

“Come on, we gotta go!” Renata pulled at Minnie who was still waking up.

“What? Where?”

“To the first of many celebrations!” Renata wiggled her eyebrows playfully then kept pulling her wife along. It took Minnie a while before she realized they were heading to her old family house. When she arrived she was met with a flurry of confetti to her face.

“WOOO! You’re gay!” Sophie grinned then disappeared back into the kitchen. Minnie followed behind Renata who was busy helping Tenn make colorful pride pancakes.

“Hey there, Firefly,” Walter walked over and gave his daughter a hug. “Happy pride,”

“Thanks,” Minnie was still a bit groggy. “Oh yeah, happy pride,” She watched as her dad let go of the hug and wandered back into the kitchen.

“Matthew, we’re gonna need some more coffee,”

“You got it!”

Minnie watched her family for a minute before she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Glancing down she saw that she had a ton of texts with the most recent being from James. As she opened it she finally registered what it said.

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈 I hope you have a great start to the month. Also I was wondering if you wanted to join me on a walk later today. I found a great new hiking spot

Minnie smiled down at the message then sent one back.

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈 and yeah sounds good

She clicked through all the messages and worked to reply to some when she heard her wife’s voice again.

“Minipie, come on, you gotta celebrate too!”

“Okay, okay,” Minnie smiled then put her phone away. She could tell this was gonna be a great Pride month.

[redeemedgiantcol]

I am using this prompt for part 2 of

A Smidgen of

Smudged Surprises

Enjoy!

-–—=≈≡≈=—–-

Nora couldn't believe it.

She just.. couldn't.

She braced herself for her last day on earth this morning, after being shoved into a foamy insert, and having her arms and legs pinned by plastic ties-- ties she knew were to hold her still.. not that she would have escaped anyway. These men knew how to handle their 'product' with cruel efficiency.

They had informed her of her tasks.

"First, thank your new master for purchasing you. Second, thank him for everything he says about you. Lastly, obey all of his directions. If you disobey, you know what'll happen."

Nora shuddered, but nodded. She heard the tales they gawked about while 'preparing' their product.

".. and then pop! He used the thing's legs like a toothpick!"

"Aw Chuck, don't say that in front of the newbies! I'm gonna have to clean up their cages again!" A buff lady responded, whom Nora overheard was called 'Bess the beheader'.

"Yeah, well, s'not like they're gonna hold out much longer. Markle will probably buy them all out in the week. You watch."

-—=≡=—-

Markus sighed. "Markle... I wish I knew the name, but he isn't someone that I know offhand. Whoever he is, you are not going to be taken to him. Instead, I should contact my friend in the local authorities--"

"N-no, please don't.." the lady pleaded through what clearly was a painfully hoarse throat. She was barely on her elbows, as she looked up at what Markus knew was a complete stranger.

"... Okay. I can wait on that. Are you.. thirsty? Hungry?" His face loomed inwards, a singular eye larger than her two hands splayed out, keenly attending to her, and watching her every minutiae of movement.

-—=≡=—-

Her breath hastened as the man gazed on her in her entirety. Nora thought she could see concern course through this giant of a man, but she did not trust her judgment, lest her trust was betrayed again.

"... if.. if it is your wish to keep me alive, I am a little thirsty. It could be anything, and I mean anything to drink." She mumbled politely.

This 'Markus' fell silent, and stood himself up from the bed where she and the box laid.

The sharp click of hard soles crashing against the wooden floors caused her to flinch as he quickly waltzed away.

This was her chance!

Nora, though clearly drained of almost all life, flopped out of her foam confines, not daring to look back for anything even mildly comfortable.

She crawled over the sprawling bed towards the side closest to the wall, hoping to see any nook-- any way to escape this nightmare.

And she saw it.

A small space between the plush satin, and the hard plaster, or.. whatever walls were made out of. It looked tight, but that was what Nora wanted. A space small enough that she- and only she- could get in.

But before she could begin, she heard the hard clacks.

The man was back! She had to be quick. She started to work her way in, as fast as her tired body would allow..

"...Miss? I.. Well, I brought water, but food is being prepared." He said. He stood still, staring at her attempted escape.

She stared, dumbfounded.

'... shoot.'

"I know that you are scared of me. I can tell.. and I apologize for causing you so much dismay."

He took slow, careful steps, taking off his shoes seeming realizing how much the clicking soles shocked her to her core.

"I don't want you to feel trapped, but I want to help.. so, please, consider me your parent for the moment and please come get some sleep.”

His tone was gentle, the whisper felt worn, yet soft to Nora's ears. She couldn't decline.

"... ok."

Prompt #1028

“Consider me your parent for the moment and please go get some sleep.”

[jihyoruri]

yunjin finally gets the person she shouldn’t want… well sorta

huh yunjin had always had a liking towards you.

it’s you, who had a problem with her. at first she thought that maybe you were just really introverted and had troubles talking to new people, but then she saw how close you got with the other girls while preparing for debut and realized yea she just doesn’t like me.

It threw her off, when you guys first met you welcomed her with a sweet smile you didn’t talk to her, but you didn’t glare at her like how you do now off camera.

she remembers when it all started.

they were preparing for debut.

they had recently started learning the choreography for blue flame, what shocked her was your troubles on a certain part of the choreography, you, one of the best dancers she’s seen, you, who learned fearless in two hours and had it down perfectly.

she watched as the dance instructor pulled you aside after one of your multiple mess ups, she watched as the instructor whispered harshly at you, and to her shock you seemed completely relaxed without out a care in to world, but then something the instructor said caused you to tense.

yunjin’s blood runs cold as she see’s you slowly turn to look at her as the instructor continues to whisper at you.

when the instructor is done, she watches you walk back to the middle of the room, but this time instead of the warm smile you usually give her, you flash her an icy glare.

like the one your giving her right now.

ever since that day, yunjin took notice of how much you started to overwork yourself, instead of leaving with the girls when practice is over, you stay behind until she hears the door open in early mornings while doing her daily netflix binge watching.

same routine today but she didn’t hear the usual unlock at 1:00 am.

so she called you.

no answer not surprising on that part.

she finally decided enough was enough and got out her bed and made her way to hybe.

she checked the dance room but you were not laying on the floor passed out like she thought she’d see you, you weren’t even there.

she wandered the halls and then she heard this dreamy melody coming from the recording room and that oh so sweet singing voice that she’s grown to love.

I don't wanna wanna be up no no more oh

I don't wanna wanna be up up all night again

she barged into the room without looking.

she watches as you jump frightened turning around quick to see who just barged in.

goosebumps pop up on her skin as an icy glare replaces the frightened look when you notice it’s her.

“what do you want.” it’s more of a demand than a question.

yunjin tucks her hair behind her ear. “oh um um, I noticed that you weren’t home yet and got worried…”

you stared at her with a blank look on your face.

feeling intimidated by your stare she stutters out “that sounded really good whatever you were just working on… is it a draft or something ?”

to her surprise you melt and let out a deep sigh.

“it’s a song I’m working on for our new album. the fans seemed to love sour grapes and impurities so management wanted me to do another song for us.” you let out another deep sigh “they said they want it be a duet.”

she watches you fidget with your fingers. “ I was gonna choose chaewon unnie but they said our voices work together better and that it should be with you.”

silence.

yunjin breaks the silence “so you weren’t gonna tell me that we have duet ? what were you gonna do ? tell them I declined so you can do it chae unnie ?”

you roll your eyes. “no, I was gonna tell you when I was done perfecting the song, but good idea I’ll keep that in mind.”

“why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate yo-”

“yes you do ! there’s no other explanation for the way you act towards me” she takes a deep breath “yn, I like you so much and I don’t even know why! do you know how much I cherish the moments that I have on camera with you ? I cherish the times when you jump on my back for fansite’s or hug me at the end of videos” her face starts heating up “or the way you always make me complete the other half of your heart at fansign’s, I know you faking it for fan service but to me yn to me that’s real and it hurts having you switch on me after the camera’s are gone.”

you zip up your sweater and sigh“yunjin don’t take it to heart but when you work so hard and finally get chosen to debut just to get compared to this one specific person constantly, you grow to resent them.”

yunjin looks at you confusion, then it hits her the day that started all this “when we were practicing blue flame, when our dance instructor pulled you aside…”

“it was even before that day, she just kept comparing me to you, you know it took me longer than usual to pick up the choreography but then she passed a comment about how you picked it up faster than me, the comparisons just wouldn’t stop every day it was something new.”

you looked up at her with watery eyes “I guess that day I just snapped and I took it out on you instead of her because I knew I couldn’t take it out on her, I’m sorry.”

yunjin let out a sigh “it’s okay, if I was you I would probably act the same” she sat down in front of you.

another uncomfortable silence.

yunjin again breaks the silence. “so the song is called up no more ?”

you pass her the lyrics. “um yea it’s sorta personal but I really like it, I already made an instrumental for it, you probably heard it.”

“yea it’s very dreamy, how ironic is that now that I’m reading the lyrics.”

you let out a giggle that has her heart racing.

“maybe we should practice.”

“it’s not perfect yet we can start practicing tomorrow.”

tomorrow yunjin felt a little giddy hearing that. “tomorrow… so we’re cool now right ?” she curses herself for letting the excitement slip through her voice.

you smile at her. “you seem happy, maybe it’s because of that crush you have on me.” you tease her “yn I like you soooo much.” you over exaggerate your words leaning close to her.

she pushes you away covering her face. “ugh shut up.” her face feels like it’s on fire. how did I let that slip out I didn’t even realize I said that.

you smile at her flustered state. “it’s okay, I happen to think your sorta cut-”

the sound of your phone ringing cuts you off.

you scramble to pick up your phone from across the room. you look up at yunjin with terror in your face.

“it’s chaewon unnie.” she watches your shaky hand press the accept button. “unnie ?”

“where THE HELL are you guys ? it’s three am in the morning THREE AM, and here I am thinking that you guys are safe in your bed just to see them EMPTY ? I don’t even wanna know where you are, get home right now.” and the call ends.

you rush to pick up your things. “we gotta go.” you drag yunjin out the room with you.

“wait wait what were you saying before unnie called.” she knows there’s more important things at hand but you can’t blame her right ?

you turn to look at her “really that’s what your thinking about? we might be dead in the next hour ! you can find next week or something.” you tease her.

yunjin let’s you drag her behind you next week seriously ?

★☆ stream up no more

[teshine]

how they sooth you

–––

[ ft. sero, bakugou & monoma! ]

it's been a long ass day, and you were tired. things just somehow started going downhill, left and right. walking into your dorm room, you crawled onto the bed, and let out a shaky sigh. whatever you were thinking about was overwhelming. and before you knew it, the tears running down your cheeks were turning into light sobs.

just as your head was getting lost in thought, you heard a light knock from your door.

Sero - tickle fights

"y/n?... lovebug?" his head pops in the small crack of the door frame. looking around for you, he sees your form on the bed. he'd be lying if he said his eyes didn't soften at the sight.

you stayed still, hearing sero's voice. he's the only person you could be completely vulnerable with right now, you're thankful he's thoughtful enough to check on you.

"babe? is everything alright?" he says, as you feel the bed dip beside you. you sit up on your bed, hugging your knees, head buried into them. "'m fine.. just... tired" you replied in a small voice.

for a moment, it was silent. silent to a point you thought your boyfriend didn't get the attention he wanted, and was long gone. that thought went straight into the back of your head however, when you twitched. feeling something poke your sides.

what...? *poke*

"hanta. stop."

...

*poke*

"hanta. I swear to God." you groaned as you whipped your head to give a stern glare. you were met with him smiling. a certain smile that say's he wouldn't be leaving you alone anytime soon. and you were right, cuz the next time his fingers reach your sides, it made you loose your glare and crack yourself a smile.

"there's the pretty smile I was looking for" sero chuckled.

finally achieving the goal he was trying to get, he leaps onto you and starts a little tickle war, tickling you neck, sides, anywhere that would make you laugh. he loved it when you were a laughing mess. at this point, with you strangled down, it was hard not to give in to all the tickling.

"HANTA AAHAHA STOP- I GIVE UP- I GIVE UP!" you shouted in between laughs. you were pretty sure you lost this round, but you weren't complaining. with little giggles and heavy breaths echoing throughout the room, what ever reason that made you tired has completely left your mind. you really gotta make sure to thank sero for this later.

Bakugou - cooks for you

despite hearing the knock, you were too tired to get up, so you chose to ignore it. besides, someone seeing you this messed up isn't as ideal either.

"oi."

"not now, Kats." you said loud enough for him to hear. voice hoarse from the mental breakdown you just had.

"just open the damn door"

he knew something was up. you could tell from the soft tone of his voice.

wanting to smack bakugou in the face for making you stand, you slowly got out of bed, wiping your tears and made your way to the door. you didn't know what the hell just happened, cuz the next thing you knew, he was pulling you by your wrist, dragging you to the elevator and then walked you to the.. common room?

he then brought you to the kitchen. tapping on top of a kitchen island, spaces from the stove. demanding you to "sit", so you do. you watched his figure prepare the stove and gather some ingredients, chopping them up, etc.

in all honesty, at first, you were confused as hell, but then it sunk in. these were the ingredients to your favorite dish. the same dish you were begging your boyfriend to try and cook.

it was funny really. you begged him to make this for months yet here he was making it for you. the next few 20 minutes or so, you watched him dumbfounded. taking back the 'wanting to smack him in the face', wanting to kiss the living fuck out of him instead.

that thought was cut of from him bringing the ladle, up to your mouth. you took it as a sign of a taste test, so you obeyed, opening your mouth to try out what he made.

your eyes lighting up was enough for bakugou to know it was delicious. he gives you a proud smirk, thinking about how much of a good boyfriend he is, and that you better be thankful for it.

moments later, you were again demanded to sit on the dining table. glaring if you even tried to help him with anything, while he says something along the lines of "I can do this myself." and "just sit your pretty ass down."

soon enough, he finally sets the dish infront of you. loving the way your eyes shined in excitement as you dug in, thanking him for the food.

bakugou takes a seat beside you with his cheek resting on a hand. "oi. after eating, ya better tell me what's botherin' ya, alright dumbass?"

Monoma - shopping sprees

"oh my. love, what's the matter?" monoma says, quickly closing the door behind him to rush by your side.

"sorry I– I'm just not feeling too happy" you laughed off in between sniffs, wiping your tears away. if you were facing his way right now, you'd see how genuinely concerned he is. his once fun and cheerful significant other was sad and pouting. to say the least, he wasn't having any of it.

"say, what do you think of going on a shopping spree with me? I assure you, you don't have to spend a single penny." he says, trying to cheer you up.

"shopping spree? neito, I don't want you spending money on me. besides, who knows how expensive that would be?" you say back, sniffling once again with every few words.

"nonsense. if it means it'd put a smile on your face, I'd buy you the most expensive treasures in the world."

cheesy, right? yeah he still did a lot of convincing, and at some point twisted your words and made you say yes.

so now there you are, in a mall looking at some cute stuff in one of the stores.

you never really said you wanted to buy anything, you really didn't. but monoma being the sneaky bastard he is, adds anything you touched and looked at, to the cart.

you looked at the cute matching shirts? he's getting it. oh! you said the cat ears looked cute? he'll snatch that shit when you aren't looking.

you only knew this when you turned around, eyes meeting the cart full of the things you've touched, and an idiot smiling softly at you as if he was lovestruck.

"babe, you didn't have to get literally anything I touch." you giggled.

"no, shh. today's a 'you' day. we can just pick what you don't want" he protests.

sighing in defeat, you both continued on your way, taking a mental note not to touch a lot of things anymore.

even with him saying you could just pick out what you didn't want to buy whatsoever, you knew damn well he was lying. but yet once again, he twists his words and somehow got to bring everything home anyway.

well, as long as you're happy, right?

–––

[kyufessions]

KEVIN - HYACINTH

meaning: hyacinth’s represent the phrase, “i’m sorry, please forgive me”.

pairings: boyfriend! kevin moon x partner! g.n. reader

synopsis: after another long fight for the eighth night in a row, kevin is left wondering about your relationship.

word count: 1.6k

genre: fluff + angst

warnings: some swearing, bestie jacob makes an appearance

a/n: i don’t really write for kevin but i tried my best. my apologies if it’s not too good </3

-

here you both were having a yelling match at almost nine at night for the eight night in a row. with his comeback coming up and you busy with preparing for the upcoming college semester that would be your last, it was safe to say you were both pretty stressed out. even though you both handled arguments pretty well, always making sure to never go to bed angry so there were no lingering ill feelings towards one another, you also made sure to always speak your mind and point out whenever your boyfriend pushed a button he shouldn’t have. you never put up with bullshit from anyone, and kevin was no exception.

tonight you were arguing about you asking to reschedule date night for another day this week since you were backed up on an essay you had to finish before your classes started up in three weeks. you were the type where if you didn’t finish things beforehand, you would eventually forget about them which would lead you to failing an assignment, and you didn’t have the time nor money to make that mistake. kevin knew of your habits considering he had been your boyfriend for three years already, he even helped decide your study schedules since he knew how much college stressed you out. that’s why you had thought he’d be understanding of wanting to switch around date night for just one week, but when he started arguing instead that’s when you blew up.

kevin stood at the end of the couch as you occupied the other side, neither of you wanting to move an inch closer to one another. frankly, you didn’t even want to see his face. but here he was, and you knew you had to get everything out before you regretted not doing so.

“this is the eighth night in a row we’ve argued over stupid shit, babe.” he grumbled, running both of his hands through his hair aggressively and tugging on the ends as he looked down at the shagged carpet he stood over.

you let out a sarcastic chuckle, cocking your head to the side. “oh really? who knew?” you replied, rolling your eyes in annoyance. “i thought of all people you’d understand my situation with my studies!”

“i do-“

shaking your head in disagreement, you let out an aggravated sigh. “you don’t! if you did you’d understand instead of popping a fucking brain vessel!”

“i get it and i can help you finish after our date but-“

you turned on your heel mid-sentence as your boyfriend spoke, walking down the hall to your shared bedroom to pick up a bag and stuff whatever clothes fit in it.

“where the fuck are you going?” kevin screamed as he followed you, watching as you stuffed your things in a rather large tote bag. he just laughed defeatey, shaking his head. “you know what, you have the apartment to yourself for a bit. i’ll be at the dorms, i can’t take this anymore.”

and with that, out went your boyfriend for quite a few days. you didn’t hear anything from him, not even a lousy good morning text message he always managed to send after arguing. a few days turned into a week, leaving you a bit worried and curious as to what you both now were. were you broken up? couldn’t be because his stuff was still here at the apartment you both shared. and if you were he surely would’ve had jacob or juyeon come pick up his items for him. everything just left you confused and slightly worried.

after it had been a week and a half and still no contact from your boyfriend, you decided to text jacob and ask how he was doing. that’s when he told you how he had been sulking around the dorms, seeming lost in thought when he wasn’t overworking himself at practices and how even some of the fans noticed how off he seemed in his recent VLIVE. you, however, have been to preoccupied with your own emotions and work that you haven’t kept up with their content like you normally do- especially kevin’s. you asked jacob for advice, he told you to give him a few extra days of space because by then he’d surely come around. and if he didn’t, he wouldn’t mind bringing you two together to discuss everything with his stubborn best friend.

when another three days went by and still no contact, you didn’t hesitate to text jacob and ask of your boyfriends whereabouts. he told you they would be busy until nine at night, but after that him and kevin planned on working on the dance for the upcoming comeback in two weeks. you told him you’d stop by, asking which practice room he’d be in and telling him you’d be bringing food for both of them.

when it neared nine, you stopped by a local takeout restaurant and picked up their favorite meal and headed towards the IST building. before entering the building, you mentally prepared yourself for what was going to happen between you and kevin. was there going to be a breakup? more fighting? the only thing that knew what was going to happen next was the universe, and you cursed at it under your breath for not giving you a heads up. you greeted haknyeon and sangyeon as they were leaving the building, making small talk and telling them how excited you were for their comeback before parting ways.

you made your way down the hall as you exited the elevator, hearing an unfamiliar song blasting from one of the practice rooms. before knocking, you took in a deep breath and exhaled longingly. was this going to be another long night? you were scared, but had some hope to put an end to all the fighting between you and the one you loved. all you wanted was to be in his arms again, to smother his face with kisses.

when jacob heard a knock on the practice room door, kevin looked over at his friend in confusion. all the other members went home after today's schedules since they were absolutely exhausted afterwards. he watched his friend open the door with a smile, kevin’s face falling when he noticed you walk in with two plastic bags of food. kevin had secretly missed you a lot but wasn’t sure how to go about talking to you, and he was too scared to go to the apartment and see you in fear of what would happen such as another fight or even worse: a breakup. his biggest fear in life was losing you, his best friend and lover all in one.

as you entered the room, you noticed the tired look in your boyfriend's eyes immediately. his eye bags were evident and dark, and you can obviously tell he hadn’t been taking care of himself as it seemed he had lost some weight in such a short amount of time. you plopped down the bags on top of a chair as you ran towards kevin, taking his face in your hands as you examined his face. although his face held no emotion, his eyes held the universe. he stared at you with strong admiration, love oozing from the corners of his tired-looking eyes as he felt your thumbs caress his puffed cheeks.

“you look so tired. why haven’t you taken care of yourself? what’s your problem, moonie?” after examining his face, your eyes finally met his. you could’ve sworn you felt your heart skip a beat, yet it also cried out for his love.

kevin’s lips spread into a weak smile as you called him by the nickname you had given him years ago, a nickname only you were allowed to call him. silence filled the room as you both just stared at one another for a few seconds before he wrapped you up in his arms, tears starting to fall from his eyes. you felt his tears drop onto your shirt as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling apologies between short sobs.

you just rubbed his back in small circles as you felt your eyes start to sting with tears, smiling as you left small kisses on the side of his neck innocently. you heard a chuckle leave his lips, pulling back from him and cupping his face once more to wipe away his tears. at this point you were both just smiling at each other, happy to be in the presence of one another again. his arms were snaked around your waist, attempting to hold you as close as possible to him.

“i’m sorry about all the arguing, i’ve been so stressed lately and- i’m sorry.” he let out a sigh as he melted into your touch, placing a small kiss on your hand. “i thought it’d be better if we stayed apart for a bit, thinking it’d be better for us. i just, im so sorry.” he took your hand in his, bringing his lips to it and kissing each individual knuckle before placing a final one on the back of your hand. “there’s no excuse to how i acted, and i’m sorry. please forgive me, i miss you too much. this has been so torturous.”

you smiled up at him, a few singular tears leaving your eyes as his words hit you. as you nodded up at him, you moved your hand behind his neck and pulled his lips towards you. when they connected, all the butterflies in your stomach returned. you couldn’t help but smile in the kiss, feeling your boyfriend do the same and followed by a small laugh. a laugh escaped your lips as well as just pure happiness filling the room.

when you pulled apart, you poked his arm before speaking up. “you better take better care of yourself, i’ll fight you if you don’t.”

he cupped your face, bringing his lips to your forehead before bringing you in for another hug to bury his face in your hair. “i will. anything for you, my royalty.”

[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

[dourpeep]

Howdy! Could I request a soft!dom!kazuha x sub!male!reader? I’ve noticed how little content there was for kazuha, especially the male readers. It could be a series of headcannons, a oneshot, Drabble— whatever you feel more comfortable with! :) I suppose thats all I need to complete the request?

And thus, the long awaited reply! My apologies for the long wait, dearest anon, but it's appropriate, in a way, to finish this the day that Kazuha's debuting!

I ended up writing a full-on fic because the woeful lack of Kazuha fics and even bigger lack of Kazuha x amab!Reader. And we can't have that, now can we? So without further ado, I hope you enjoy! :DD

Hold Me Tighter

Summary: A sweet, intimate night spent in the arms of the one you love.

Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) Kazuha x amab!Reader, soft dom!Kazuha, sub!Reader, grinding, frottage, rimming, sweet & romantic

In the moonlight, you’re draped in the soft silence wearing a thin robe, watching the clouds make their journey across the endless dark of the sky.

Up here, standing on the balcony with the view of the city spread out like a million stars, you can breathe.

It’s nice. But not quite as nice as the familiar warmth of the hand that slips within yours and the lips that press so sweetly to your cheek. Kazuha settles behind you, wrapping his arms securely around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Good evening, something on your mind?”

You lean to the kiss, then turning to rub your nose against his. This little home of yours feels warmer when he’s around.

“Not in particular...” Another kiss finds itself on your jaw just below your ear and he hums in satisfaction. “What are you doing, Kazu?”

“Am I not allowed to kiss you?”

His lips brush down to your neck, and you tilt your head to give him better access. They trail over your pulse and stop at your shoulder. Shifting, Kazuha reaches to gently move your robe to reveal more of your skin.

Then he stops.

The question of why dies on the tip of your tongue when he drapes your robe back in place, instead replaced by curious confusion.

“You should come back inside, this—” He mumbles, tugging at the thin, silky material of your robe. “Will make you catch a cold out here. The air tonight is brisk.”

So you follow him inside the warmth of your home, humoring his worry.

With you in the safety of his arms now, Kazuha hums with a satisfied smile. You lean back to rest against his chest, your hand sliding up to rest on top of one of his.

Breathing in deep, he noses at your hair, mumbling about the subtle smell of your shampoo. He was right, it’s much nicer to relax inside where the cool breeze doesn’t nip at your skin. Instead, the chill is replaced with the gentle heat radiating off of your lover and a comfortable ambiance.

But the soft silence only lasts so long with the telltale feel of fingers playing with the ties of your robe, a warm puff of breath brushing against the exposed skin of your neck. They leave and trail up to trace over your collarbone and the fabric partly covering it.

Throat bobbing, you relax as his other hand slides from under yours to guide the fabric away from your shoulder.

Before he can drag his lips along the newly exposed skin, you wiggle from his arms, taking his hand in yours and guiding him to the bedroom.

Clothing quickly finds its place in a pile on the floor, leaving no room between the two of you as you lay on your back.

Tender, Kazuha leans down over you, cock pressing to your thigh and lips melding against yours. You gasp into his mouth and buck your hips when his start to roll slowly against yours, grinding down on your own aching member.

With each bump of hips, you moan, tilting your head back.

“Kazuha…”

Dragging his lips over down to the fluttering pulse beneath the surface of your neck, he breathes you in, smiling against your skin. You’re warm, pleasantly so against the length of his body, and the hand that’s settled on your hip slides down to cup your ass and give it a squeeze. Languid, he pulls your hips up against the rhythm of his thrusts.

Every slide of his skin against yours feeds the growing desire but soon his hips stop and your brows furrow at the loss of friction.

Watching as he pulls away, sitting up, your eyes drift between you. Oh, you whisper, seeing the shine of precum spread over your cock and his, how it’s messily leaking over your stomach.

Your cheeks flare and he chuckles, removing himself from between your legs. “No need to be embarrassed. Can you turn around for me?”

Nodding, you shift, pressing your chest to the soft surface of the bed with your arms tucked beneath the pillow under your head. Immediately, his hands are back on you, rubbing up your thighs and massaging your ass. They waste no time in exploring the expanses of skin with teasing brushes and squeezes.

When he lowers himself down onto the bed, his lips meet the round of your ass with a kiss. His hands slide to cup each side.

Holding the soft flesh in his hands, he spreads them, leaning down to trail his lips from where his thumb settles besides your puckered hole. He swipes the pad over it, marveling over the shaky sigh the sensation draws.

He licks his lips and locks eyes with you, chuckling when you advert them and press your face against your arms.

Kazuha’s tongue traces along the sensitive seam beneath your shaft, hot breath puffing against heated skin. He can’t help the way that his lips knowingly curl up when your cock jumps at the feeling.

“Ngh..”

As he laps at the sensitive skin, he blows cool air gently only to place warm lips back. The shift in sensation draws a moan from your lips, though muffled by the pillow, then a gasp. A bite to your thigh trails back up to tease just beside your hole, waiting for a whine to slip before his tongue circles around it. Tensing, you arch your back to press closer to him.

“Patience, dove.”

But as soon as he says that he plunges his tongue into you, groaning at the way you breathe his name.

He works his tongue, thrusting it into you before pulling it away to swirl around your entrance. Eyes closed, he presses another kiss to one of your cheeks.

When Kazuha finally pulls away, a thin thread of saliva left between his tongue and you, he slides his hands from your ass up your back, leaning over you.

“Left drawer?” A few moments are spent missing the feel of him.

The cap of the bottle opens with a sudden pop.

“It’s a little cold, okay?”

You jump at the feel of the cold gel pressing to your hole, and he quickly apologizes. But the temperature is fleeting and soon warms as he circles his fingers around.

“I’ll just use one first.”

Gingerly, he squeezes out a bit more lube before his touch returns to you. His fingers aren’t particularly large, so the first slides in with some ease. It pushes in, to the first knuckle, waiting for you to relax before continuing. When you let out a breathy moan, he pushes it in all the way.

The way you squeeze around the single digit makes his head spin.

“You think you can take another already or should I relax you more?”

So aroused, you urge him to continue.

A second slick finger prods and pushes into you, his hand twisting so his palm is facing up. Already you’re tempted to move your hips, to take them in further. He starts pumping his fingers in you, spreading them to drag along your walls and coax you to relax. Each movement draws a sigh from your lungs and your eyes flutter closed.

“Feels nice…”

But he clicks his tongue, teasing. “Just nice?”

The aimless stretching turns into the slow, careful drag in and out, fingers curving to press just a bit more against your walls. Another crook and—

Oh! Judging by the way your laugh hitches and your hips tilt back, he tries to brush against that spot again. And again, and again, until you’re effectively fucking yourself on his fingers.

“Getting close? I want you to tell me, use your words.”

“Ye—yes- Kazuh—hahh-“

The knot in your stomach tightens and breaks as you tumble over your peak, cock messily leaking white onto the sheets below, and your body trembles at the intensity of your orgasm. A third finger presses in and massages you through the haze of pleasure, making you whine.

Just the three make you feel so full.

“Feels good now, hm?”

But the smug tone hardly registers when you’re so focused on the added pressure pressing into your ass. He continues fucking you with his fingers, prolonging your pleasure, only slowing to a stop when you sob his name and tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

A shaky breath of relief accompanies the withdrawal of fingers.

Wiping his hand on his thigh, he settles besides you, kissing your shoulder and gently nuzzling his cheek against you.

“Was that too much…?”

You shake your head, still dizzy from your high. He shifts again, hardness pressed against you. But he makes no move to continue, instead smoothing his hand over your back in soothing motions. A few moments pass where he peppers you in gentle affection while you catch back up.

When you find the strength, you pull your knees up. Burying your face in the pillow, you mutter an okay.

“Relax for me…” He murmurs against your skin, kisses pressed along your spine to help calm you. “I’ll go slow.”

Guiding the tip of his cock along the cleft of your ass, Kazuha takes his time to swipe it along your taint. His heart pounds in his chest, urging him to hurry and feel you around his cock, and he’s sure that yours does the same. But he continues, deliberate, sliding back up your ass and back down. You press your face into the pillow to muffle a frustrated moan and he chuckles.

“Too slow?” You shake your head accompanied with the short chirp of a ‘no’.

When he finally presses against your ass, you’re relaxed and ready. With a murmur of your name, tender and sweet, he waits, letting you prepare. Lips on your shoulder, he carefully tilts his hips closer to yours.

And archons, the feel of him finally pushing past that first ring of muscle…

Kazuha watches the way you react, ruby eyes flickering over your back and thighs for any sign of discomfort. A sigh of relief puffs from his lips when you don’t tense up hard. Good.

“Keep going—”

Impatient tonight, then? But instead of laughing, since his own patience is being tested by the ache of his own desire, he hums and lowers his body to brush against yours.

Just a bit more and—

The sound that leaves your lips sends a rush of heat straight through his body.

“Mmnh!”

Ah, so he did find the right angle.

Focusing on shallow thrusts, he cants his hips back to hit that spot, each stroke slow. Every movement makes your head grow fuzzy and hips try and press back against his for more.

Drinking in your moans, Kazuha rubs and squeezes at your hip, murmuring sweet words of praise in your ear. You’re doing so well, taking him so well—

But right before the white-hot feeling of your pleasure spills over, he instead bottoms out in a fluid motion.

Frustration is quickly overridden by the realization of his hips pressed flush to your ass and his warm forehead between your shoulders. With the suddenness of your tight heat squeezing around him there’s only so much that he can do to will himself to calm down.

Blindly, one of his hands reaches for yours to intertwine fingers.

The cool of the air around you makes you so much more aware of the way heavy panting draws puffs of warmth against your skin, his lips just barely hovering over your flushed skin.

One second turns to five before his hips shift and start a slow pace and you melt against the sheets when he rolls his hips deeper, hips flush to hips.

Each thrust is so deliciously slow, his cock dragging against your walls and pressing up against that spot with every push back in.

Breath ghosts over your pulse as he rocks into you, pulling out and pushing back in entirely. Though the slight twinge of friction makes your breath hitch, the pleasure that washes over you quickly quells any discomfort. The feel of him going so deep with every movement leaves you gasping.

Slow, deep, he takes his time. Kazuha’s lips press to the back of your neck, blowing gently into your ear.

“Love you—”

As he murmurs, his hands travel along the length of your body, reaching to rub at your chest, at your thigh. His voice soft, he whispers these words like a prayer, over and over again as if their truth would only grow with each utter.

With the feel of you so tight around him, he can’t help but quicken his thrust, the slide of slick lube and your moans like music encouraging him. Your still intertwined hands press into the soft sheets of the bed, shifting with every meeting of his hips to yours.

He hits the spot again and you can’t help the plea that slips from you. “Touch me please-“

So he does, the hand on your hip sliding to meet your cock, teasing at your sensitive tip leaking precum and then up its length to wrap around your shaft. Every thrust makes it slip between his loose grip. Each thrust coaxing that familiar pressure to build within you.

You angle your hips more, closer to his. Though his hand leaves yours to grip your waist, he peppers kisses along your shoulders and whispers soft praise. So good, always so good for him.

The next brush against that spot makes you see stars and you’re left with shaking legs. When Kazuha pulls out of you, hissing at the way you clench around him in desperate attempt to make him thrust back in, the hand stroking you leaves.

“Wait—I’m so-“

He presses his cock between your spread legs, tip teasing against your shaft. He guides you to press your thighs together. Chest flush against yours, he thrusts quicker, gripping both of your cocks and stroking to the pace of his hips.

His moans pick up, raspy with need. So close—

Movements quickly become sloppy and his hand squeezes around both shafts to draw another moan from him and a gasp from you, edging closer and closer. The tension builds fast.

With a final slam of his hips against yours, pushing his cock between your soft thighs, he cries out your name and comes undone with warm white painting his hand and the sheets below you. Though sensitive, he weakly thrusts and continues to slide his hand along your shaft until you too feel the pressure in your belly snap and your spend mingles with his.

You let yourself collapse on the bed with limbs pleasantly numb, bringing a startled Kazuha along with you.

Ignoring the way your cum puddles beneath you, you laugh even though you’re already breathing hard as is. He rolls off from on top of you.

“Bath?”

While you try to catch your breath, your lover takes the hand closes to him in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. It brings heat to your cheeks.

“Yes please.”

So after a few blissful moments spent just laying besides each other, you’re settled in the bath with Kazuha beside you. The hot water burns pleasantly against your skin.

Dragging a soft towel up along your arm he gently wipes, every movement slow and steady. The suds the cloth leaves smell sweet, light. When he finishes wiping the sweat and grime from you, his lips press to your temple.

“Want me to wash your hair?” A hum of approval from you is all he needs to hear before he carefully cups some of the water to pour over your head. “Close your eyes—”

It flows, wetting your hair and flowing over your features in little rivulets.

The pop of a cap follows as soon as he’s satisfied with his work.

As soon as his hands find their way into your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp, you can’t help but lean further into his touch. Kazuha chuckles, the sound pleasant in the way it reverberates in the room. He’s always so attentive, so soft.

Sighing, you smile, basking in the afterglow and comfort that he provides, morning still far ahead.