#soon it's no longer the threat of losing their jobs that makes every one of them willing to take a bullet for peter parker

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hiiiii! Could you please write a fic where Donna takes reader to a lord’s meeting to help control Angie and Alcina and Karl start hitting on Reader to tease Donna, making Donna gettin really jealous so she ends up trying to state her claim on Reader by getting her pregnant. And if you’d like maybe Donna announcing to the Lord’s & Miranda that reader is pregnant and Karl & Karl teasing her about her jealousy?

Yesss!!!!! Thanks for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the delay and the language mistakes!!! :))))

How to make you hers

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, slightly dark themes, dark Donna, jealousy...

Word count: 5,980

Summary: Maybe to go to that meeting wasn't a good idea...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Where are you?” You asked humming, walking slowly through the living room, looking for the Angie doll, like almost every afternoon.

Definitely, playing hide and seek with a possessed doll was not the strangest thing that had happened to you in the last few months, although it might seem that way.

It was even stranger when the village merchant, the Duke, hired you to be his assistant, arguing that you might have a future in the business world. How ironic, no one could have a future in that cursed village.

It was even stranger when your new job led you to meet the most authority figures, and emerge unscathed in the process. The few villagers who had the privilege of being close enough hadn't had much luck, and that included friends and acquaintances of yours.

And if something even stranger could happen, it was meeting one of those shadowy Lords, Donna Beneviento. She was a dark, sick and lonely woman, who saw your presence as a threat at first and little by little, as a necessity. Her shadowy figure, her hoarse voice, and the puppet she used to express her emotions were a combination of factors that also caught your attention.

But no, none of that was the strangest thing that had happened to you. The strangest, most extraordinary thing that had happened in your life was precisely finding yourself madly in love with the lady in black, almost as much as her, or even more. Those short meetings stopped being short, those talks stopped making no sense. Angie was no longer a speaker, but a complement.

Everything happened so quickly, but in such an intense way, that you soon forgot even to return home after visiting the old estate. There was a moment, the moment when that strange love materialized in the form of discovery, the moment when Donna lifted the black veil from her face so you could admire her beauty and throw her insecurities away, with your first kiss. At that moment you knew that you would no longer return to your old home.

Of course, you never forgot who you were kissing, who you were caressing. She was a Lord, a dangerous and terribly jealous woman. You couldn't blame her for being that way, not after knowing her past, her present, and not after wanting to be part of her future. That toxic possessiveness wasn't a problem for you. You understood her motives, although you had a hard time adjusting at first.

For Lady Beneviento you were a beam of light in the darkness, but also a new concern. Neither her scar nor her body was a reason for fear, for shame, not anymore. At the moment your lips expressed your love there was only one thing she feared, there was only one thing that made fear itself tremble, losing you.

“Come on... Come out of hiding... You've beaten me...” You sighed, tired of looking for the puppet all over the house.

Well, at least Angie had an easier time adjusting to your presence. The puppet had found in you an unbeatable playmate.

A nervous giggle reached your ears and formed an evil smile on your face, making you crouch down in front of one of the tables in the room, checking to see if the puppet was there.

“Ah!” You scream when a cold hand landed on your shoulder, causing you to jump and hit your head on the furniture in a comical way. When you stood up, rubbing the spot where you hit yourself, you realized who had scared you, Donna.

“Are you hurt?” She asked with that soft voice, the voice that betrayed the insane time she spent alone in her doll workshop. You smiled, like every time you saw that tender look, that fragility only you were capable of loving.

“No, I don't think so,” you said, playing it off, verifying that the blow was nothing else than that. “You’ve scared me.”

“I'm sorry,” Donna whispered, lowering her head, which you prevented by raising her chin with two fingers and leaning in to kiss her softly, which made the lady sigh in relief.

“Don't worry,” you whispered into her lips, turning them into a tender smile, accompanying that gesture of affection with a soft grip on her waist. “Are you finished with the dolls?”

The lady nodded, without erasing that splendid smile from her face, feeling comfortable in your embrace, exploring your skin with her hands in a curious way, as if she couldn't quite believe that you were there, that you loved her, that someone could loved her. .

“I have something for you,” she said, moving away from you a bit and handing you what looked like a golden chain with a medallion hanging from it, a small medallion with the symbol of House Beneviento. You took it with a grateful smile and examined it more closely. It was a beautiful necklace.

“Wow... It's so nice...” You whispered, running your fingers over the medallion. Her expression cooled a bit, betraying incipient concern.

“Don’t you like it?” She asked worriedly, to which you nodded profusely, putting that idea out of her head, hoping this time it wouldn't be as complicated as others.

“I love it, Donna. Come on, help me put it on,” you said amused, turning around and brushing your hair away from your neck.

The doll maker sighed again, wrapping her delicate hands around your neck and tying that little necklace where it belonged, slowly turning you around to admire the result.

“It suits you well, (Y/N)” the lady commented, observing you with that necklace on, with the silent symbol that made you hers.

“You suit me well...” You murmured with a seductive purr, drawing the woman a little closer to you, making her laugh nervously, her cheeks blushing.

It could have been one of those moments in which the silence of that sinister mansion was interrupted by gasps, by words of love, by the sounds of your passion, but it seemed that the phone resting on a table had other plans for you. The screeching sound of the device made you jerk away, making a disgusted face.

“Angie!” Donna called, making the puppet, the undisputed champion of hiding, come out of a dark corner of the room and walk comically towards the phone.

“I'm coming, I'm coming...” The doll sang. Donna's gaze was on that phone, although her hand remained in yours.

You sighed in frustration, but your touch calmed her nerves. The telephone was never a good sign at all.

“Beneviento house here, who is calling?” Angie said, grabbing the device and comically putting it on her head. “Oh, Mother Miranda…”

Donna tensed completely, not taking her eyes off her doll. Surely she would be listening to the priestess's words.

“Okay, see you later...” Angie hummed, hanging up the phone abruptly and getting off the table.

“What's wrong, honey?” You asked, seeing your lover's confused and worried expression. She let your hand go lazily.

“Mother Miranda calls us for a meeting,” the lady in black explained, walking away from you. You frowned and sighed, knowing that not even lust could fight against that.

“Meeting, meeting, meeting!” Angie screamed, making you cover your ears. “We can all play hide and seek together!”

“No, Angie, no one is going to play hide-and-seek,” Donna said, with a dry voice, showing how she didn’t wanted to go to that old cathedral and see the rest of her siblings.

“You boring thing!” The doll protested, making the lady turn around abruptly, surprised by this lack of respect from Angie.

“Hey, come on, tell her what she wants to hear and...” You whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder, calming her nerves with the heat of your caresses. “You know the way she is.”

Donna shook her head, chasing after her doll, which seemed to want to make fun of her, something she couldn't stand, something that made her too nervous.

“Come on, stay still,” the lady said frustrated, squeezing her hands tightly on either side of her hips. “Angie, please…”

“No! You're mean, Donna! You don’t want to play with me! You just want to play with her!” The doll screeched, pointing at you. The lady in black growled angrily, walking quickly towards the puppet.

“Maledizione… Angie!” The lady in black cursed, trying to snatch her black veil from Angie, an indispensable accessory when she left the safety of her home. You watched the scene helplessly, unable to do anything.

“I want (Y/N) to come with us!” The puppet ordered, making Donna stop and look at you slowly, studying that possibility.

“No, no way,” she said in a dark whisper, looking at you like blaming you for something.

“Well, I will run and run and I will not give you your veil!” Angie sang, running away from the lady again.

After a ridiculous chase and several well-founded threats from the doll, Donna agreed to her request and the three of you headed towards that horrible place.

You were used to the Lords, you knew them, but you had never seen them all together, together with Mother Miranda.

“Donna, dear, who is our guest?” The priestess asked when the two of you approached the altar, to that bird woman who gave you chills. You had your head bowed in respect, but her golden claws forced you to look into those cold eyes.

“(Y/N), Mother Miranda, this is my... My... My girlfriend,” Donna said, with an almost inaudible whisper, causing a sinister smile to form on the Goddess's face, looking at you curiously.

“Wow... I'm happy for you, dear, please take a seat,” she said, giving you a mysterious look, one that passed through your body. Donna took your hand and guided you to a chair next to hers.

“This place is so creepy...” You murmured, studying that ancient structure, with the lady's hand always in yours. She looked at you and nodded, unable to hide the trembling of her body, her own nerves.

“It won't last long, (Y/N), it's a routine meeting,” Donna explained through that horrible black veil. You nodded reluctantly, holding Angie, who was looking at you curiously.

Some steps that you already knew put you on alert. It was an elegant walk, one from another time, one that belonged to Alcina Dimitrescu, owner of the castle, and one of your first clients. You couldn't deny you showed some interest in her at first, but it went away when you met Donna.

“Well, well, well... What do we have here...” The tall woman said, walking slowly towards you. The sweaty hand that was squeezing yours started to hurt you. Donna was very nervous. “A little bird that has come out of her cage…”

“Lady Dimitrescu,” you murmured respectfully, lowering your head and earning a sinister smile from the lady in white.

“How daring are you, Donna, why do bring this delicious maid into my presence?” Alcina asked in a velvety voice, making the lady in black tense, shaking her head.

“She’s not a maid!” Angie screeched, nervous as her owner, or rather, speaking for her owner, who was breathing hard. You looked at her to calm her down, but she looked away, as if you had done something wrong. Going to that meeting was a bad idea.

“Isn’t she? And what is she? Your companion?” The lady in white asked with a mocking tone making angry even you.

“She's my girlfriend,” the doll said, jumping off your lap, facing that monstrous woman, something that made you smile.

“Oh, your girlfriend... I see...” The lady of the castle murmured, leaning towards you, making Donna stand up, dragging her chair with an unpleasant sound.

“Don't go close to her,” Donna hissed, in her own voice. Alcina looked at her and laughed softly, without stopping her actions, grabbing with one of her fingers the necklace that Donna had given you just an hour ago.

“Nice necklace, little bird...” She whispered, completely ignoring her sister's protests, which intensified by kicking the ground childishly.

“Thank you, my lady.” That was all you could say. Having that vampire so close made you very nervous, you couldn't help it.

“I see my sister appreciates you a lot, right?” She asked you, with that same seductive tone. “But tell me, (Y/N), does my poor little sister know how to appreciate you properly?”

“Basta,” Donna said, with a stronger voice, making the lady in white look at her out of the corner of her eye, but returning her gaze to you immediately.

“Come on, Donna, we're just talking, right?” Alcina said laughing softly, clearly mocking her, something that also made you burn. “I'm not going to eat her... Yet...” She whispered, making you clear your throat.

“She's mine,” the lady in black whispered, threatening again, making you have the most uncomfortable time of your life. Well, until then.

“Yes, yes, yes...” Alcina sighed, standing up again, making a gesture of contempt with her hands. “Maybe one day you would like to come to my castle and…”

“Hey, fat ass, leave the girl alone!” A male voice interrupted this mocking and uncomfortable conversation. You could have calmed down, but quite the opposite. The voice belonged to Karl Heisenberg, one of the Lords, according to Donna, the most dangerous.

“Oh, it's you...” The vampire sighed, listlessly, ignoring the metallic man. “Haven't they told you that you shouldn't interrupt a ladies’ conversation?”

“I didn't know you were a lady,” he replied, mockingly, as always, pushing the large lady aside and leaning comically on the back of your chair, blowing the smoke from his cigar at you in an unpleasant way.

“You stupid vermin...” Dimitrescu protested, to which Karl laughed amused, looking at you over his glasses.

“(Y/N), I'm glad to see you, my friend,” he told you, ignoring the vampire's fury, involuntarily shaking your hand. “It's good to know that Donna took you out for a walk.”

“I'm not a dog,” you protested for that derogatory comment, looking at the lady in black, who seemed calmer due to the presence of her brother.

“Oh, I didn't say such a thing...” He said, amused, shaking his head. “I have to congratulate you on the pieces you brought me last week, they were of amazing quality,” he commented.

You sighed to be able to relax after that huge amount of insinuations from the lady of the castle. But that tranquility would not last long.

“You should congratulate the Duke, I only make the deliveries,” you said, crossing your legs and arms, looking for Angie, who apparently had gone to greet Moreau.

“And also for having an assistant as beautiful as you,” he whispered, leaning into your ear, making you blush, closing your eyes knowing that Donna was nervous again, although she didn't show it as much as before.

“Wow, thanks for the compliment,” you said amused, knowing that at least with him, you could joke. Deep down, you liked him.

Karl nodded with a sinister smile, looking at the lady in black and leaning into your ear again.

“Just a question, just for the two of us… Is Donna as big as they say?” He asked, making you choke and open your eyes at that unpleasant question. Of course, the lady in black heard it, and she rose from her chair again, her knuckles white from the pressure she put on her fists.

“I'm not going to answer that,” you said, always monitoring Donna's posture and her breathing.

“There is no need to do it,” Karl said, leaning more comfortably on your chair. “They say that comparisons are hateful, but perhaps you would like to see it for yourself. I feel so alone in that factory...” He whispered, making your stomach turn.

“Stai zitto, cazzo!” The lady in black screamed, abruptly pushing the Lord, who laughed amused by that reaction. You stood up too, trying to calm the situation, which was already unbearably tense. “Porca puttana! Ti ucciderò!”

“Hey, hey, come on, calm down, little sister, I was just joking,” Karl said, avoiding the pushes of his sister, who was increasingly furious.

“Donna, calm down, nothing's wrong,” you said, grabbing your girlfriend by the waist, preventing her from hitting her brother, who seemed to be having fun at her expense. “Come on, stay still, calm down…”

“What have you done to my Donna, stupid, stupid?!” Angie screamed, joining that strange fight. “Let her go, (Y/N), let her give him what he deserves!”

“Silence!” A voice bounced off the walls. Apparently the priestess had enough, and you couldn't help but thank her. “Have you finished torturing poor Donna?”

“Oh, come on, we were joking,” Heisenberg protested, adjusting his coat while you sat your girlfriend back in her chair.

“You're like children,” Miranda hissed, shaking her head and walking towards you, placing a golden hand on the shoulder of the lady in black. “Are you okay, dear?”

The lady took a while to respond, but she finally nodded, holding your hands tightly while you whispered nice things to calm her down. Miranda looked at you out of the corner of her eye, with a strange smile.

“You're good at it, (Y/N),” she whispered, seeing that your actions had an effect on the brunette. “It seems that I can entrust my little daughter to you without fear.”

“Of course, Mother Miranda,” you said, calming your girlfriend's sobs, which little by little stopped being so intense.

“Good,” the blonde said dryly, moving away from you and spreading her wings to start the meeting and thus end that hell.

The meeting went off without a hitch. Things seemed to have calmed down, but it didn't take you long to realize that it was just an illusion. As if you had gone back several months in the past, Donna was quiet, completely silent, holding your hand, almost dragging you back towards the mansion. Not even Angie dared to say anything.

“Hey, my love...” You said softly, removing the black cloth from her face, revealing a furious, resentful look. “Forget it, okay? They were just joking.”

Your caress on her cheek was brushed away sharply. That harsh expression remained on her face, as if she deeply hated you for something you weren't guilty of.

“Don't touch me,” she hissed, pushing you, leaving you completely stunned.

“Donna...” You sighed, already used to those crises of jealousy, which her cruel brothers made more complicated. “Come on, don't be angry with me, I haven't done anything.”

“Haven’t you?” She asked. “Haven’t you done anything?”

“Of course I haven’t, they were the ones who...” You said with a more serious tone, not willing to apologize for something that was not your fault at all.

“You were delighted,” she interrupted, between clenched teeth, approaching you with a dangerous step.

“Well, who doesn't like to feel desired?” You said amused, thinking that humor was the best option. You were wrong.

“You like it too much, (Y/N)... You enjoy it...” Donna accused you, with that eye shining with tears, red with hatred and her deranged possessiveness.

“I can't enjoy it if it hurts you, Donna, don't you understand?” You defended yourself, putting your hands on her shoulders, preventing her from moving them away again.

“You don't understand that you are mine?” She asked back, making you sigh. No, you didn't like that term, at least outside of the bedroom.

“It's not my fault that your siblings were behaving that way,” you said in a more annoyed tone, with anger beginning to course through your veins.

“You're right...” She sighed, calming down mysteriously quickly, taking your hands and swinging them next to hers, as if she were turning something over in her head.

You, still alert, leaned towards her, kissing her quickly, thinking that a kiss from your lips would be the medicine she needed for her jealousy.

“I love you, Donna... I don't like to say it but... I'm yours, you know it, I know it. Nothing in this world will change my mind. I don't love anyone else, I don't want anyone else. Do you understand, my love?”

“Don't you like to say you're mine?” She asked, offended again by your words. “Then you don't like being so.”

You, sighing cupping her face in your hands, holding her gaze steady, ready to say whatever it took to make her calm down. Yes, you may not have liked the term, but the reality is that you were hers, and you always would be, you wanted to be hers.

“You're not understanding me, darling...” You said softly, brushing a strand of black hair away from her face, making her eye only look at you. “I like being yours, I want to be yours... It's just that... Well, I don't like feeling like an object.”

“You are not an object, you are my girlfriend,” she said, hardening her expression even more, but with a calmer tone. A shy smile appeared on your face as you nodded.

“You see? That's much better,” you said, kissing her gently again, noticing how her body relaxed with your caresses, with your selfless affection, something that none of them would ever have, and you would do anything to show it to her.

“Only mine,” she whispered, moving away from your lips, resting her forehead against yours, grabbing your face in an intense, desperate way.

“Yes, darling, only yours...” You repeated, wiping away a tear that was running down her cheek.

It seemed like everything was resolved, but Donna pulled away again, running a hand through her hair, shaking her head.

“No, it's not enough...” She murmured. “Your word is of no use to me…”

“Donna...” You sighed, frustrated at not being able to make her reason. “Come on, trust me.”

“I trust you,” she responded abruptly, with sincerity in her eye, which made you frown, confused. “But not them.”

“Well, that's normal,” you said amused, with a soft, comforting tone, approaching her again, caressing her trembling hand. When she raised her head to look at you, a different glow appeared in her eye, a strange one, one that you couldn't interpret.

“I have to... I have to do something... I have to show them that... That, that you are mine...” Donna murmured. She wasn't talking to you. She was talking to herself, which made you listen carefully to her ramblings to know what was on her mind.

“You show it by being by my side, giving me your affection in front of them... There is nothing else you can do to show that I only love you. You have to learn to trust me and...”

“You're wrong,” she interrupted you, changing her expression again. “There is something I can do…”

“What?” You asked curious. Donna wanted to respond, but she didn't, she just shook her head and took your hand, dragging you towards the living room. “Donna, what are you doing? What's wrong? You’re hurting me...”

Horrified by her impulsiveness, she let your sore wrist go, but the strange glint in her eye told you she was far from calming down.

“There is a way…” She whispered, grabbing you more gently this time, guiding you towards the dining room table. “A way to make them see that you are mine…”

“Okay, tell me what you are thinking,” you said in a calm tone, but with your body trembling from ignorance. It wouldn't take you long to realize her intentions, but at that moment you were completely lost.

“It won't do any good to say it. It's better... To let me doing it...” Donna whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe, forming a strange smile on your face due to that attack of sensuality. “I'm sorry, but you can't stop me, I have to do it or I will be consumed by my jealousy... I need to feel you mine, to claim you...”

“Donna, if you tell me what you're thinking...” You said, stopping talking when her hand went down your leg, getting under your dress, scratching your skin while her mouth covered you with kisses, preventing you from speaking or protesting...

“Silence, let me love you, (Y/N)” she protested, climbing you onto the table with excessive strength, placing herself between your legs and mercilessly attacking every exposed corner of your skin.

Faced with this change in circumstances, you decided to let yourself be carried away by that intense passion, by the fieryness with which her body claimed yours in such a sudden but strange way. It wasn't a slow moment, just small, innocent kisses.

No, Donna was wild, her kisses were messy and her hands played with the fabric of your underwear, thus showing her rush to have you, to take you right there, without thinking about the consequences.

“Donna...” You moaned at her soft touch, at the breeze you felt between your legs as you were freed from the article of clothing that was already beginning to get damp.

Her hips collided with yours in a sensual and fiery dance, her already noticeable erection rubbed against your body uninhibited by desire, by that sudden passion.

“Make me yours, my love...” You whispered tenderly, making her smile, releasing her trembling shaft, slowly placing it at your ready entrance.

“Don't doubt that I will, (Y/N), you will be mine forever, and we will be so happy... You'll see...” She murmured, giving your body the time to adjust to that intrusion, to the tip stretching your humidity slowly, but without wanting to withdraw.

Despite the strangeness of those words, you couldn't feel nothing but pleasure. Poor Heisenberg, surely the comparisons were hateful, hateful for him.

“Slow down, my love... It's so hard... So big... I love it,” you said, controlling your breathing, letting her erection slide completely inside you, with the ease that your excitement allowed.

Donna shook her head, gently grabbing your legs, spreading them a little more so she could move inside you better, something that made her moan, that made you moan. Her movements, although they betrayed an unusual haste, always tried to give you as much pleasure as possible, to make you see the stars, to make you swear and curse with pleasure, to make your hips move to adapt to her movements.

After a few thrusts, only accompanied by desperate moans and hungry gasps, you began to feel your body tense, preparing to release. Donna didn't seem to be far from it, but, unlike other times, her eye remained open, looking directly at you, checking the pleasure she was capable of giving you.

“I'm so close, my love... You're so good... You move so well,” you said, moving a hand to caress her cheek, a gesture that made her sigh in comfort before moaning at the wet embrace that your walls gave her as they contracted a bit.

“That's it, (Y/N), release yourself for me and I will do the same, I will claim you...” She said, her voice breaking from the intensity of her movements.

There was definitely something off about her, but your orgasm hit you before you could realize it, forcing you to arch your back and throw yourself into her arms, hanging onto her neck as her thrusts slowed.

“Good girl...” The doll maker whispered pleased by your movements, moving you away from her and lying you on the table. She grabbed your hips tightly, revealing the desire to release herself.

“You're so excited...” You said amused, moaning again as your body recovered from its release. “Watch out, okay? Try to do it out.”

Donna stopped and a sinister smile spread across her face as she shook her head.

“No, tesoro, I'm not going out. I’m going to do it inside... I'm going to get you pregnant so everyone will know that you're mine, mine forever...” Donna murmured, slowing her movements, making you sit up at those words, scared.

“What? Donna, wait…” You said when her movements resumed. Yes, that was her purpose, that was the way she would claim you. You didn't want it, but you didn't feel the need to run away or turn away either. After all, you always wanted to start a family. “This is very hasty…”

“I'm not going to wait. You will have my child, you will carry it in your womb and then we will be... A family...” She said with a whimper, unable to control her movements and words at the same time, just at the moment in which an agonized moan left her lips, making you feeling filled with her warmth, a sensation that you didn’t know, but from that moment on, you began to desire.

Your body accepted that release, writhing with pleasure as that wet, lascivious caress ran through you. You had never felt anything like that and desire and pleasure clouded your judgment, forgetting for a moment what your lover's purpose was.

“Donna... My love...” You said, your voice distorted by pleasure and worry, stroking her hair as she collapsed on top of your body, not wanting to leave you, not wanting to stop claiming you as she sobbed, surely regretting her abrupt attitude.

4 months later…

“Phone, phone!” Angie's squeaky voice was like a drill in your ears, waking you up from another of your countless naps.

“For Gods’ sake, Angie, don't yell,” you protested, sitting on the couch, sighing, with one hand on your already bulging belly.

“Don't scream, don't scream... You fat ass!” The doll mocked you, making you grit your teeth.

“I'm not fat, I'm pregnant. How should I tell you?” You said, ignoring the sound of the phone and getting up yourself to pick it up.

“Excuses...” Angie protested, making you roll your eyes and put your hand on the device, a hand that was stopped by a pale and soft one, Donna.

“Don't worry, tesoro,” she told you softly, with a reassuring smile. You kissed her softly and withdrew, pushing the doll away from your place abruptly and looking for a comfortable position, something complicated in your state.

“It’s a boy or a girl?” Angie asked, watching how you caressed your belly, while Donna responded to that call, which gave you very bad feelings.

“I've already told you that we don't know,” you said, irritable due to the pregnancy, but excited, much more excited than you thought.

“I hope it's a girl,” Angie said, when Donna hung up the phone and approached slowly, sitting next to you.

“What if it's a boy?” You asked amused, feeling more comfortable with your girlfriend by your side.

“I don't know, I guess you can make more babies, right?” The puppet answered. You laughed, eyes widening when you felt a strange movement.

“Donna, look...” You said excitedly, taking the lady in black's hand to your belly, making her feel those same movements.

“It's... Incredible,” she murmured, amazed by the movements of her child in your womb, by feeling that life the two of you had created in a strange, but lovely way.

“Yes, it is...” You whispered, enjoying that little moment for you, the beginning of that new family. “Donna.”

“Mm?” She murmured, hypnotized by her child, barely paying attention to you.

“The call, who was it?” You asked amused, making the lady wake up from her dream and look at you confused.

“Oh, yes, well... Miranda wants us to meet,” she commented with a relaxed voice, looking at you with a strange smile, which indicated she was going to ask you for something. “I would like you to come with me, you know, so everyone knows that…”

“Donna...” You protested, crossing your arms. “We have already talked about jealousy.”

“Please, I'm begging you, let me be proud of you in front of them...” She said, putting her hands together in a comical way. You had no choice but to nod.

The way was much calmer. As disturbing as it was that Donna thought a child would be the solution to her jealousy, in the end it didn't turn out to be a bad idea at all. Your pregnancy made the lady in black calm down in a surprising way, and she barely suffered crises or nightmares.

“Wow, (Y/N), I see you’re... Fine,” the priestess commented, clearly noticing the bulge in your dress. You lowered your head and bowed as a sign of respect.

“I'm better than ever, Mother Miranda,” you responded respectfully, not daring to look into those gray and dangerous eyes. She nodded, looking at Donna in a teasing but strangely loving way.

“I see... Congratulations, dear...” Miranda whispered, wrapping her arms around the lady in black, who nodded excitedly, whispering something in the witch's ear, to which the blonde nodded indicating for you to sit down.

It didn't take long for the other Lords to appear, as well as their mocking and sinister smiles, which were automatically directed towards you.

“What do my eyes are seeing...” Alcina whispered, approaching elegantly, swinging her hips sensually. You automatically put your hands on your belly, protecting it from a non-existent danger. “Little bird, you look so beautiful…”

Donna looked at her, but she didn't say anything, she seemed surprisingly calm. You nodded, grateful for the compliment, and because, after that comment and a fleeting glance at your belly, the lady in white retired to her seat.

Heisenberg, on the other hand, didn't approach you. He simply winked at you, making you shiver.

“Well, my dears, before we start, I think Donna has something to say,” Miranda commented, pleased cause that time there was no arguments or fights.

The lady in black stood up slowly, taking your hand so you could do the same. You were nervous, especially because all those evil eyes landed on you immediately.

“I just want to say that as you may have noticed, (Y/N) is pregnant. I wanted you to know before you tried to lay a finger on her,” Angie said, speaking for her owner, who was looking at you through her veil.

“Wow, and I thought you were eating too much pasta...” Heisenberg commented, amused, making Donna squeeze your hand tightly making you hiss in pain.

“You are a wild animal,” Alcina commented, despising her brother and looking back at you. “Congratulations, dears.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Karl said, standing up comically. “The kid's issue isn't because of the teasing that afternoon, right?”

Donna didn't respond, nor did Angie. Certainly, he was the most dangerous, he was tremendously intelligent.

“Oh, is that true, dear?” Alcina asked, showing her great height as she stood up. “Please, you can't be so naive, Donna. We were messing with you a bit.”

“I don't like being laughed at,” the lady in black protested, kicking the ground childishly, making you relax her again with your caresses.

“You make it very easy for us, Donna,” Heisenberg added. “Look at you. You are going to be a mother just for us to know we cannot touch your girl.”

“Shut up,” Angie protested, with an unpleasant squeak.

“I'm sure it will be a beautiful girl...” Alcina murmured, leaving the teasing aside for once. She looked like she was genuinely happy and that reassured you.

“You have no idea, Dracula, it will be a boy and I will take care of him, he needs a babysitter...” Karl said, making you smile, shaking your head.

“Don't even come close to my child, bastardo,” Donna threatened, making the Lord laugh harder.

“What? It’s my nephew,” he said, raising his eyebrows and looking at you over his glasses. You rolled your eyes, and dragged Donna back to the chair so she wouldn't get into the conflict again.

Well, at least the teasing is over, teasing that caused your future to change abruptly. You didn't blame Donna for doing it that way, you couldn't do it. She was fragile, weak, and afraid, afraid of losing you.

What she didn't know is that she would never lose you. She would never lose her family.

[writeforfandoms]

Waking Lions 22

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Here we are folks! Three more chapters after this. I will be posting one chapter a week until this is done.

Hopefully that's enough incentive to keep y'all from mobbing me. Hee hee.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, stressful situations, threats of violence, deceitful practices and language, swearing, injury.

Word count: 1.3k

John parked in front of the building, which looked as nondescript as ever. But it felt like it had been much longer since you’d last been here, longer than the hours that had actually passed.

Less than a day. Less than one full day you’d been gone, and your world had tipped sharply. 

Thinking about it made you nauseous, so you shunted the thought aside. Kate. You were here for Kate. Everything else would wait. 

“Stay behind us,” John insisted, handing you the gun again. He held your gaze, waiting until you nodded to release the gun to you. 

You followed the two of them up the stairs, for once itching not to run away from something, but towards it. You needed to make sure Kate was okay, get her away from Gray and home safely to her wife.

Anything else, you could handle. But not losing Kate. 

John slowed as the three of you approached the top floor. He shot you one single look, a very clear reminder to stay behind him. 

You didn't need reminding. You had no intention of acquiring more bullet holes any time soon. 

John and Roach went first, pushing open the door to the top floor and sweeping the space. You moved a little more slowly after them, swallowing hard. 

Find Kate and leave. That's all you cared about. 

The door to the conference room shattered with a gunshot from inside. John and Roach both moved, and you ended up being pushed into the wall by Roach. The second shot hit the wall harmlessly. 

The fire alarm went off, likely pulled by someone on a lower floor. You grimaced at the loud siren, the extra noise doing nothing to help the situation. But Roach just motioned you to stay put. 

What remained of the door opened with a crash. The mercenary had barely stepped out of the room before John shot him, the body falling in front of the door. 

“I see you are still alive,” Gray called through the open door. “A pity my men did not do their job.” 

“And they still won't.” John kept his fury leashed, voice cold. “Give up now and I might let you live.” 

Gray laughed, sending goosebumps up your spine. “Such bravado! I am not surprised. But you see, you are outnumbered. I have something you want, whereas you… have nothing.” 

Roach pushed you back harder into the wall, which was good because you had just opened your mouth to protest. Instead you made a tiny wheezing noise as half the air in your lungs was forced out by the soldier in front of you. 

Fucking rude. 

“That so?” John remained calm, staying out of sight of the open door. 

“Price,” Kate said from inside the room. 

You clenched your hands as tight as you could around the gun. Fuck. She sounded okay, but… 

“Laswell.” John, somehow, was still not audibly responding. 

“You see? Something you want.” Gray sounded far too smug. 

John was silent for a few long moments, shifting his position just enough to be able to look at you and Roach. He lifted one finger to his lips, holding your gaze, and waited until you nodded to look away. 

“I do have something you want,” John pointed out, calm but cold. He had a plan, clearly. 

At least, you hoped he had a plan. If he didn't, he was faking it very well. 

“You?” Gray laughed. “What could you have that I want?” Derision dripped from every word, his amusement clearly mocking. 

John didn't seem to care. “Ace. And a way out of this building alive.” 

“You think I won't kill you too?” Gray hissed, the still-screeching fire alarm only making him sound more unhinged. 

“You're welcome to try,” John ground out, voice lowering to an absolutely threatening growl. 

Silence from the meeting room for several long moments. If you had to guess, Gray was debating his options. Debating the best way forward to get what he wanted. 

You fidgeted behind Roach, swallowing back nerves as best you could. It was not in your nature to stand by and listen to people haggling over your life. 

Roach reached back and tapped you twice on the side. You weren't sure if that was supposed to be reassurance or a reminder to stay quiet. Either way, you drew in a deep breath. 

“What is it you're proposing?” Gray asked finally. 

John was quiet for a moment, and you could see his gaze flick to you. “An exchange,” he finally offered. 

If you trusted him any less, you would have been outraged. As it was, Roach's tap to your side was unnecessary. You weren't going to jeopardize John. 

“Intriguing,” Gray said, curious. “I do appreciate a man who can weigh the worth of two lives and choose one.” 

Your jaw clenched tight at that, a memory slamming into you, of Gray standing before you father. Something about the weight of lives… But it was gone again, shoved back deep where you'd buried it. You needed to focus. Not fall apart. 

“Then come out,” John goaded. “Get this over with before more people get involved.” 

As if to emphasize his words, the fire alarm screeched once more and went quiet. The sudden silence was almost worse than the constant noise. Almost. 

The silence stretched. Five seconds. Ten. Too long, much too long. Gray was planning something, he always was, John had to know–

Gunshots broke the silence, and Roach pushed you harder back into cover, obstructing your view as he did. But you could hear the gunfire continue, then a masculine shout. Two more shots, a little different sounding than the earlier ones. The sounds of a struggle - grunts and thuds. 

Then three more shots, so close together you almost couldn't hear the difference. 

“Do not shoot,” Kate barked.

You perked up, straining to try to see around Roach. He didn't move, keeping you covered for now. 

There was a brief choking noise, spluttering, another thud. The steady beat of boots against the floor. 

“Need help?” John asked, further away now. Glass crunched under boots. 

“Move,” you hissed at Roach. “Let me see–” You pushed past him with a little bit of a struggle, half-running past the bodies on the floor without a second glance at them. 

There were exactly two people you cared to see right now. The bodies weren't either of them. 

You skidded to a halt outside the shattered glass door, peering into the room. Two more bodies on the floor, blood slowly seeping into the thin carpet. John, standing over Kate and Gray, where Kate had Gray pinned face-down in what looked like a truly agonizing hold. 

Blood smeared from Kate's temple into her mussed hair and down her cheek. 

The floor next to Gray's head caved in under the bullet, bits of carpeting flying away from the impact. Gray shouted something indistinguishable, thrashing a little under Kate. 

“Ace,” John soothed, turning to face you. “We've got him. Give me the gun.” 

You didn't give him the gun, gaze trained on Gray. On the man who'd haunted your nightmares for years. 

“Ace,” John repeated. “Give me the gun.” One hand stretched out slowly towards you, careful not to spook you. 

He needn't have worried. You would never shoot him. 

Kate said your birth name softly, and your gaze snapped to her instead. She watched you, holding Gray down with little effort. The pain he was in likely helped with that. “I've got him,” she told you, steady and calm. “Steady.”

You blinked once, looking back down to Gray. He was no longer moving, breathing hard against the carpet. You hadn't seen him last time, when Kate had captured him that first time. You didn't know if this was quite the same. 

But you did know that this time, you weren't a scared little girl. 

“I'm sorry, Kate,” you said sincerely. “But you had him last time, too.” 

You pulled the trigger.

[mlm-writer]

If I Should Become a Stranger (Smokescreen x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Smokescreen (TFP ver.) x Human!Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: General Audiences Words: 1608 POV: Second Summary: Smokescreen left you over a decade ago to rebuild Cybertron and until today, you had not heard from him since. Note: Read a Transformers novel and then it really dawned on me how beings with such a long life span must view time differently. So this fic explores that a little. Inspired by this song. Tags: angst, hurt no comfort (for smokey tbh), breakup from Smokescreen’s POV and song fic. 

Humans would argue that in war, there was nothing as precious as love. In war, one should hug one's friends more often, hold one's family tighter and kiss one's lover longer. Such was the philosophy of men; cherish what you have now you have it. It was quite befitting to a race with such short lives. Cybertronian's however…

Even in war, many acted like life would never end. There was plenty of time to fight one's friends. There was even more time to find it in you to mend things, patch up the wounds you created together. Even when friends started to lose the light in their optics, when the streets started to fill with the husks of neighbours, when tomorrow was more a wish than a promise, even then, Cybertronians were often found doing anything but cherishing the moment. 

Smokescreen was no different. Sure, he was impatient and young by comparison, but even to him, everything seemed to be able to wait, 'fore there will be a later. Hence why he had no reservations about going to Cybertron to rebuild. Hence why he could look upon his human lover with a smile as bright as the full moon on a clear night, while saying his goodbyes. "I'll see you soon," he had said while swaggering backwards into the space bridge. You had believed him as much as you had loved him back then.  

"Hey Ratchet, any messages for me?" You asked as you always did when visiting the medic at the old base. Ratchet looked down at you with those same sorry optics. He didn't need to say anything, but he always gave you the courtesy of an answer. 

"I'm sorry, there has been no communication for you," he spoke evenly, trying to keep the pity out of his voice. It was always like that. At first you stopped by every few days, then weekly, monthly, every few months… at some point you forgot to go altogether. You moved for work, so it was suddenly a whole journey to come visit. You got fired from that job, then you got a new job. You fell in love, got your heart broken, broke a limb, healed both and what else? It was just life - life without sentient alien robots, explosions and secret government missions. 

It almost seemed like it had all been a dream. You had almost forgotten about all the adventures of your youth, were it not for that scar on your arm you got from a brief brush with Soundwave at the satellite array. That was just the start, but somehow you made it through several threats to the planet fairly unscathed. That scar on your arm was the only big reminder you had of those days aside from the pictures stuffed in a box in your garage, somewhere on a shelf that was too high for you to reach without a chair to stand on. 

You were about to drive back from work to that garage when you caught sight of a familiar car in the parking lot. The colours were not as you remembered them, but it was strange to see a sports car like this at an office like yours. You stared at the vehicle for a long time and then sighed, before opening the driver's door to your car. However, as soon as you opened the door, the sports car you had been staring at earlier flashed its lights and started honking. You squinted your eyes and closed the door again. 

You locked your car and walked over to the other car that was making a ruckus. As soon as you approached, it quieted down and the driver’s door opened on its own. Against your best judgement, you got in. When you sat down, the seat belt wrapped itself around you and the engine revved to life. “Missed me?” A familiar voice came from the radio as the car drove out of the parking lot to God-knows-where. However, hearing that voice, you felt no fear, no worries, just a deep-seated resentment that had been dormant for many years. 

“Smokescreen,”  you greeted your ride with a tight voice. Said Autobot made a joke about how you simply could not forget him. It only angered you more. You had forgotten, mostly, until now. After that greeting, the air chilled down and not a word was exchanged, until Smokescreen pulled up at the side of an abandoned road. There used to be a factory at the end of it, but since the building had been decommissioned, no one used the road anymore; it was leading to virtually nowhere nowadays. 

The seat belt unfastened and you got out. When your shoes hit the dusty ground, the vehicle transformed into a shape that you used to know. You marvelled at his size as if it was the first time you witnessed his transformation. Cybertronians did not age, but that young face you used to know seemed more mature anyway. There was something about his gaze that got more intense, more serious. There was a slouch in his posture that was the telltale weight of responsibilities befitting an adult. 

Smokescreen whispered your name after a while of quiet staring. “Why are you here?” You inquired as a response. Hurt was evident on his face, but you thought it was a valid question. For over a decade, there was radio silence. Why would he be here if not for another danger looming over your planet? 

Smokescreen let out a scoff. “To see you of course!” He beamed in spite of everything. It was your turn to scoff as you crossed your arms. Your ex looked you over and then, very intelligently, said: “You’ve become bigger! That’s really cool! I forgot humans could do that… Want to go to the drive-in theatre today?” 

You sighed and turned to walk back to your car. It was gonna be a long walk, but you were stubborn and too prideful to tell him to drive you back. “There are no drive-in theatres in this area..” 

You barely got a few steps away when Smokescreen yelled from behind you. “I should have left you a message! I’m sorry!” You kept walking, tears prickling in your eyes. “I forgot!” He added as if it was a valid excuse. 

“Well, I forgot who you are!” You yelled over your shoulder, speeding up your walking. You heard your ex transform behind you and like a bad movie, he started driving next to you. All that was missing was pouring rain, but the sky was so clear, you could see the many constellations gradually making themselves known. 

He was driving with the door closest to you open, trying to get you to get in. “Come on! It has not been that long! I admit I have changed a little, but I’m still me, your Smokey…” You tried to block his voice out, stubbornly trudging on down the abandoned road. “I came back, because I started talking about you so much, Arcee practically shoved me into the space bridge to shut me up. It’s been like my processors always circle back to you.” He swerved and came to a halt right in front of you, forcing you to stop walking. “I told you I would see you soon…” 

You took a deep breath, ensuring that whatever you said next would be spoken in a normal, even tone. Smokescreen reverted back to bot mode, looking at you with pleading optics that could once pull your heartstrings. However, those times were long behind you. “Smokescreen,” you started like you were lecturing a child, “it has been like what? A decade and some? That may not be a long time for you, but I am human. A decade right now is about a third of my life. You made me wait a third of my life. Does that sink in with you?” 

Smokescreen seemed to shrink, pinned under your intense gaze. “I’m sorry,” he muttered eventually. His servos clenched and unclenched. You could see his processors working overtime, just to formulate a response. “I guess you’re right. Cybertron has become quite lively. I proved myself a leader. I made a lot of new friends… Maybe it is a long time…” For someone with a seemingly endless supply of RAM, he was awfully slowly putting the events of the past decade in perspective. His voice trailed off after every sentence. Eventually he just whispered one last thing. “A third…” 

You pitied him. You had enough time to mend the heart he broke many years ago. To him, however, he came back like he said, just to find what he left behind to no longer exist. Without a word he transformed into his alt mode. “I’ll take you back,” he stated. You did not resist this time and got in. 

The drive back was quiet. You did not speak. He did not speak. Only white noise filled the spaces between one heavy spark and only a slightly lighter heart. He drove you back to the parking lot where you had your car. You were about to get out when you heard his voice one last time. “For what it is worth, let me just say: I love you. You’re the best thing I ever had.” 

In spite of him being a stranger from the past, your heart ached. “Your life is long. You’ll love again. Don’t worry.” You patted the steering wheel and then got out. You did not look back and by the time you sat in your car, your car was the only one in the parking lot with the lights on.

[loving-azerath]

omg imagine a konig that cums so much a condom doesnt work😍🤞

No okay because listen, this man...

CW: Degrading, mean Konig, orgasm delay

You were teasing him for far too long. All day you had been showing off that little outfit you knew he would like. Talking to everyone at the store, the park, even the fucking gas station.

You were all smiles and giggles knowing watching you like this drove him fucking nuts. So not only did you tease him all day with this. Then as soon as you got home and he presses you against the wall, and kissing your shoulders and neck he's going to whisper in your ear.

"You know what you were doing to me all day?" He's going to ask, pressing his hard and I mean hard dick against the cleft of your ass. You would probably say something cheeky. I mean come on if you are with König you are going to be cheeky because this man loves it.

He would kiss your neck and your shoulder and make you shutter with threats to make you feel what he has felt all day. Teased. Begging for release.

He would still prep you, he had to if he didn't want to hurt you, though it was different this time. He would shove his fingers in your mouth, far back in your mouth too almost making you gag. Your eyes tearing as soon as you actually do gag. He would chuckle.

"Cannot even handle my fingers Liebling?" He would say before removing them. Plunging them with very little warning into your core. Laughing even as you react to it. The small gasp that escapes the way your jolt against him. "You enjoy teasing me? Did you?"

You would not because riling him up was fun. Which would make it worse for you but you didn't care. His fingers do their job, moving in and out of you with noises that worsen as he continues. Only when you were on the verge of bliss did he remove the fingers. Making you whine in response.

"Oh did you think I would let you come so easily schatz? Nein, you teased me. All day. All fucking day. So you, mein engel are going to come when I want you to. "

Fuck did those words make your head spin. He wasn't lying either. He spent two hours teasing you. Edging you. Bringing you to the edge of your cliff and then yanking you away like he was afraid for your life. You were a mess. Begging and pleading and apologizing for teasing. Each one was meant with laughter or a snide remark. Reminding you that you had done this to yourself.

Though he was losing his mind. He was edging himself too. Every time he had to pull himself from you he was ruining his own pleasure but watching yours was so worth it. He was aching. In literal pain from the denial and couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing the third condom for the night. The others he had ripped off to either feel you, or had ripped from how hard he was going. He even shuttered and whimpered as he placed it over himself. Sensitive to every single roll and he almost came just from that. Hours of both of you being edged leaving your skin electric and buzzing all over. Every touch much more torturous.

"I can't wait anymore" He basically growls, re-aligning himself with your core. As if it is the first time he whimpers as he enters. Sheathing himself to the base. You were griding against him as soon as his pelvis meant yours. He tries to hold your hips still. His breath hitching. "Scha-"

It cuts off as he is whimpering at the feeling still. At your defiance. Grinding into him, your need for release taking over completely. You couldn't stop even if you wanted to. Which you didn't. The sounds that escape you are sinful and he feels every sin. Turning them into his own as he pins your hips down roughly into the bed.

"Fuck. I . Cannot. Do. This. Any. Longer." He groans punctuating each word with a hard thrust. Your eyes rolling back and spine arching as the feeling of how deep he manages to get each time. The hasty and hard thrusts tears an orgasm through you before you could even feel it climb. The screams the released from your throat left you feeling hoarse and spent. Your walls milking this man for everything his dick is worth. Which shatters the remaining climb to his own sending him into it without mercy. Finally reaching an orgasm that trickles stars across his vision, he holding your hips so hard and pressing your body so hard against his pelvis that you were going to have bruises for sure. You could feel his twitching and the pumping though you also feel a very...very noticeable pop. He is too far into his bliss to notice but you do. You do and your hand flings to your mouth in both shock and amusement.

"Fuck. Fuck that was intense, ja?" He asks still panting

"Uhh...how hard did you-?"

"Really fucking hard schatz"

"I think you broke it" You say, he furrows his brows in confusion before it dawns on him and he pulls out of you, looking down and sure enough the whole top of the latex is busted open. (No pun intended). The come still dripping from the latex and from you. He watches it leave you, ignoring how hot he thinks it is.

"Scheiße"

[strawberrystepmom]

a trick, a treat, a few tweaks later and i am proud to present...fae osamu miya for @moshimochis! happy halloween and thank you for participating!

contains: NSFW, MDNI. fae!osamu x afab!reader. cw dubcon, cw use of aphrodisiac, cw spit/messy sex. fantasy au, reader is a human fleeing their home and gets lost in the forest, osamu finds them and offers them enchanted food. reader is wearing a dress and is referred to using petnames (sweetheart, beautiful), oral sex (f!receiving), slight corruption kink.

Your journey from your home has been more treacherous than you had expected.

Fleeing your home was not an easy decision, much less one made in a split second under the cover of the midnight moon, yet you have continued on through the thick of the underbrush you have been told your whole life to avoid. You bat at branches that droop and brush against your hair without blinking an eye and you know that your third day of travels will have to come to a close soon as the evening chill sets in, your legs shivering when the wind blows across them. 

It isn’t glamorous but at least you’re free. That’s a considerable difference from where you were just three sunrises ago despite knowing your bed tonight is bound to be nothing more than the forest floor padded with some of the fallen branches and leaves that crunch with every coordinated step you take. You no longer have to worry about marriage or servitude or whatever terrible fate would have befallen you had you decided to stay. Your stepmother had no intention of keeping you around after losing your father and a split second decision led to you making her job easier than she anticipated.

Coming to rest against the trunk of a tree that seems to be flanked with briar bushes on the edge that faces the forest rather, you wish you felt more secure but it’s simply not feasible given where you are and the meager belongings you were able to bring with you. The thing you wish you had packed more of the most is travel rations, your stomach growling angrily while you eye the bushes around you. 

Perhaps autumn hasn’t yet killed the last sweet berries of summer, the darkness just blots them from your view, and you gingerly pick through the sparse bushes that surround you. You don’t find any berries but your fingers do stumble upon a thorn, one that leaves you gasping and drawing your finger into your mouth with a frown. Your tongue brushes against the blood dotting your finger and you groan, your stomach growling in time with your noise of displeasure, but steps approaching you catch your attention before you can do much else.

They don’t sound animal in nature, two feet walking across the same sticks and leaves you just were, and you wonder who in the world could be this far out here. Without thinking, you pat through your small knapsack and wrap your fingers around the cool hilt of the small dagger you packed for the journey, quietly drawing it out of the bag and against your chest. It’s a weapon you lack the ability to use yet you assume if necessary, instincts will take over and make you able despite the visible shake in your hands.

Your head swivels while you curl your limbs against yourself and it’s hard not to picture your escape ending tonight as quickly as it began. Refusing to give in, you square your shoulders and quiet the voices in your head, gasping when you are approached by not a creature or a threat but a man.

A tall man. Broad in shoulder and chest, arms filling out his tunic impressively, with a bag crossing the middle of him and settling at his right hip. He’s handsome, gray eyes with heavy dark lashes, brown hair topping his head.

One of his hands supports the strap of his bag while the other digs around in it, producing a cloth wrapped bundle and holding it out in your direction despite the distance separating the two of you. You don’t scramble to your feet to accept the offering, waiting for the man to make the first move.

“Hungry? Could hear yer stomach growling from the other side of the forest.”

You cannot believe your luck and your stomach rumbles again beneath where your thighs are pressed against it. Eyes wide, you look up at this man who is positioning himself to be your savior, and he sinks to squatting a few feet in front of you. You’re amazed by how big he is even brought down to the balls of his feet, almost as wide as the trunk of the tree you rest against, and you carefully untuck your knees and come to all fours, carefully rising to your feet.

“Not gonna hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about,” he looks up at you through his lashes and holds the bundle in his hand upward toward you. “Just have some extra and don’t mind sharin’.”

You don’t recognize his accent but you don’t think too hard about it, knowing that you are naive to most of the world surrounding you, instead accepting the bundle without another thought. It’s wrapped in muslin and twine and you delicately untie the bow keeping it sealed, grinning when you’re greeted with the sight of what appears to be bread. It isn’t warm or freshly baked but your mouth waters regardless, the food far more substantial than the limited dried meat rations you brought with you.

Bringing the bread to your mouth, you take the smallest mouthful possible and your eyes flutter shut when you do. It’s soft and luxurious in your mouth, nuts and dried fruits you can’t recall trying giving it a texture you can’t help but enjoy. Chewing quickly, you glance down at the stranger who remains squatting in front of you. 

“How can I repay your kindness?” He smiles and shrugs, finally rising to his feet and straightening out his trousers. You chew and get another look at the strange man, relieved to see nothing but kindness for a fellow human in his eyes.  “Just keep me company fer a bit. It gets lonely out here.”

You don’t feel the weighted expectation of anything sketchy radiating off of him so you accept, nodding toward the base of the tree you were just resting against. The branches above are still heavy and full, protection from any weather that could potentially spring up overnight, and he follows you without another word. The two of you slump against the trunk and you offer the food to him only to be met with a shake of his head.

“What’s yer name?”

You introduce yourself and he hums as if he’s weighing the pros and cons of your very given name. It makes you giggle to yourself, still munching sparingly on the bread wrapped in your hand, not knowing you just doomed yourself to be trapped here with him for as long as he wants.

“Did you make this? It’s delicious.” 

You hold the bundle up and away from your lips and he nods, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. You are underdressed to be traveling, knapsack light and full of what one would only deem the most essential items. He watches you nibble and narrows his eyes, hiding his smirk in the shadows provided by night.

Osamu has dwelled in these forests for a long, long time and he has seen enough people like you in his life to know that you’re running from something or someone. It’s not often it’s so easy for him to spring a trap but naivety gives way to eager compliance, something else he has learned during his lifetime. 

You shift uncomfortably where you sit and he knows his magic is working, amused at how easy it was for him to give you the simple offering of bread. He didn’t even have to dig into his bag of fae tricks, something you likely would have been warned about prior to journeying had you not fled, and he watches you fidget again.

“Is it really warm out here all of a sudden?”

He hums and feigns concern, shaking his head and leaning forward to press the back of his hand against your forehead. The touch sends sparks through your body and you whine, face warming as rapidly as the rest of you and your clothing begins to feel itchy covering your skin, sensitive nerve endings firing while your breathing increases to match your hiking heart rate.

“Ya okay?” He asks so earnestly you don’t think a thing of it, the back of his hand sliding down your forehead and cheeks, coming to rest on your chest right above where your breasts heave over the neckline of your dress with each breath you take. 

You’re hot from head to toe and you feel a sensation you have never experienced between your legs, causing you to spread them to gain some relief. The need doesn’t abate but you welcome the cool air wrapping around your ankles and blowing beneath your skirts, your inner thighs flexing as you move as if they’re working on their own.

“I’m so sorry for being rude, I’m just a bit uncomfortable right now.”

Feeling too strange to care, you don’t notice the way your skirts are balled in your own fists and you yank them up above your knees. With the angle your legs are opened at, Osamu can look right between your legs and he spots nothing but a bare, aching cunt and his smirk becomes a full blown smile he reminds himself to hide.

Shifting, he scoots closer to you and captures one of your ankles in his large, calloused palm. The touch sends another flurry of sparks through your body, a fire blazing between your legs, and you look at him desperately. 

���Tell me what’s hurtin’ ya, bet I can find a way to help.”

Nodding, you look away and spread your legs further, embarrassed by the weight of your own need. You’re old enough to be aware of the feeling you’re experiencing, doing your own explorations in the quiet of your room long after everyone else has fallen asleep, but this feels more intense than any other urges you’ve ever experienced. 

“I’ve never felt anything like this before and it’s all right there.”

The man next to you coos reassuringly, further shifting and grabbing your other ankle while he sits between your spread legs and hikes your skirts up to your hips. The motion makes you moan, a sound you rush to cover with your palms, but he shakes his head and smiles. 

“How am I gonna know if I’m helpin’ if ya don’t tell me? Let the trees themselves hear ya, beautiful.”

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, watching him further expose you to the cool air. Your skirts are bunched and hiked, your pussy is bare to the night and the man in front of you, and he groans looking at the way your seeping wetness has flattened the hair covering your labia. You practically glisten and he sniffs, shutting his eyes tightly.

“What a gift,” he mutters so quietly you can barely make it out, and he reaches out to spread your labia. You gasp, hips canting with the relief the touch has finally brought to you, and he wastes no time laving his tongue through your sweet nectar. 

You’re sweeter than anything he has ever tasted, as if your smell wasn’t mouth watering enough, and Osamu knows he truly found something worth treasuring in these woods tonight. His tongue works in broad stripes, flattening against the whole of your pussy, and the pleasure overwhelms you quicker than he expects, a flood of arousal leaking out of you and into his waiting mouth.

Granted, this could just be the new aphrodisiac he wanted to try out with this batch of bread, but he has never witnessed anyone soak themselves so quickly for him. Your cunt clenches and weeps and he feels each contraction against his tongue, humming his own pleasure back into your folds, his lips pressing quick pecks to the space around your clit while his tongue searches for more of your sweetness.

“Oh my stars,” you moan and he chuckles, the vibrations making you tip your head back and shout your pleasure to the sky above. He hasn’t even approached the best part but he can tell you’re close, his wet tongue mixing with the slick you are producing plentifully and filling the forest floor with the sloppiest noises your ears have ever heard. It sounds as if he’s kissing every inch of you, tongue embracing your cunt the way a lover would your mouth, and your hips buck against his lips involuntarily.

You look down between your legs and feel shy at the display, his nose shining with your wetness while he laps at you, tongue finally delving inside of your quivering hole while your clit aches from neglect. He has been all too eager to lap at everything but the needy bud and he can tell you won’t take long once he shifts his attention given the way your walls tighten around his tongue. 

The heat in your face travels through each of your limbs and rests directly in your core, hips halfheartedly bucking against Osamu’s face while he devours you, clit eager for attention. Mercifully, he relents, knowing this is probably just the beginning of what will surely be a long night, and removes his tongue from your cunt to close his lips around your most sensitive spot.

Your cry rivals any he has ever heard and it encourages him to go further, tongue pressing against your clit while he keeps it between his lips. The sounds are utterly filthy, wet and sticky and the sound of lips smacking against soaked flesh, but you don’t mind as you spiral into paradise. Your thighs twitch and flutter on either side of his face and you brace yourself on the tree behind you, gripping onto it for dear life as pleasure sears through your consciousness.

This is like nothing you’ve ever experienced and you wonder when you can experience it again. As soon as possible, you hope.

Panting, you reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair and he keeps his cheek pressed against your inner thigh, chin resting on your pelvis while those pretty, heavily lidded eyes remain locked on you.

“I…I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. You still don’t realize you’ve been tricked so he pushes his luck further, the taste of you lingering on his tongue.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for. I’ve got plenty more where that came from, sweetheart.”

You chuckle and card your fingers through his hair, squinting and taking a good look at him, noticing things that are distinctly inhuman about him. Pointed ears that jut past the ends of his hair, the distinctly inhuman air about him. 

Curiosity gets the best of you and once you catch your breath, you open those pretty lips.

“What’s your name?”

He smirks, fingers tracing the outer lips of your pussy and making you squirm.

“Osamu.”

You gasp, eyes widening, realization finally dawning. 

Osamu the Gracious. There are wanted posters for him in every tavern across several cities, warning passersby and wanderers of the powerful fae’s ability to trick you in surprisingly few words. His most common trick is offering enchanted foods to travelers and you fell for it without a second thought.

You simply wish you felt more embarrassed at your failings but instead another rush of heat curls through your body and makes you shiver, the fae who you now belong to sniffing when another rush of warm arousal seeps from you.

[deaneverafter]

Are You Mad?

First things first, I just have to say, if something happens to Beau, I won't survive that 😱😭😡💔 (whether that be death of the body saving people who don't care about him, or death of his soul by going back to Carla's captivity 💔😭)

My sheriff and undersheriff sheriffing like no other 💯😌 They're always so in sync, have each other's backs, their silent communication! 😍💘  I hate that they've kept splitting them up though, especially with this few episodes left 😒

Jenny always having Beau's back, supporting him, reminding him that he doesn't have to blame himself for things that aren't his fault. True love 🥺🥰💞 (That scene should've been longer though) Jenny always has Beau's back, just like he has hers 😌💟 Another thing that was telling was Beau not taking Jenny with him to Avery's house because he knew she is the only one who could pull him back, that hit right in the heart 🥺💕 And then as soon as he had a minute, he let his guard down, let her in, let her be there for him 🥺🥰 They deserve to be happy together, they've both been so hurt, but are so good for each other, understand and trust each other, are always there for each other. And she loves Beau so much, and now they're going to make her lose him, she doesn't deserve this 😭💔 And he's clearly fallen for her, and they're just going to be like "this sign won't stop me, because I can't read" and then send him back to his toxic "family". I can't 😡😫 I am ready to riot, not going to lie.

"Breakfast burrito time?!" I say once again, I love him so much 🥺💟💘

Madge is so funny 🤣 I can even forgive the time she interrupted Beau and Jenny's hug, just because she's so sassy 🤣

All three McCallisters 🤝🏻 Blaming Beau for literally every single thing ever 🙄😒🙃😡 Last week, Carla and Emily blaming him for the divorce, this week, Avery blaming him for..... I don't even know what. Again this week, Carla yelling Beau about being followed like it's his fault, not her husband's? 😒🙄 Like, when do we address the fact that Carla is the reason Beau is in danger, she's the one who married Avery, then involved Beau into this mess, continues to throw him into danger, and THEN she yells at him like it's his, not her own fault? And she really does use Beau as a threat, a tool, a human shield, it's truly vile to me. He almost got shot in the back already because of her, now she's pointed him out to the bad guy to save her own butt. Can't get any more selfish than this. And I really cannot with the entitlement and superiority complex. Like, why is she walking into the precinct with that look on her face like she's better than everyone, and literally looking down her nose at the officers doing their jobs? And clearly Beau was in the middle of something, but no, her issues can't wait (the absolute self centeredness, the entitlement with which she said that line, I really can't understand how the narrative keeps trying to pretend as if she's not the most toxic character we've seen on screen in a while). The way she's always putting him down, acting as if she's the center of the universe, never supporting him, (and not to mention how every "family moment" we've gotten has been a glimpse into the fact that at their happiest, this "family" consisted of Carla and Emily just sitting there and making fun of Beau, putting him down)...... it's abusive, and I hate that it's not being acknowledged. As a woman, I find it offensive that this caricature of a mean girl is being shown as the picture of a successful, strong, "fiesty" woman, when she's just...... really cruel and selfish.

And Emily showing once again she doesn't want to talk to Beau, uwu, so cute 🙄😒 Which, also brings me to the point that, full offense but if they wanted me to be invested in Emily and Denise and their safety, it would've been a good idea to make them more likeable and less mean to characters I love, instead of banking just on their "connection" to Beau to make me care. Not one, but two episodes wasted on "where's Emily?" 🙄😒 Like? I don't care, frankly. And Beau's emotions, and Jensen's excellent acting, wasted on being about Emily, for why? 🤦🏻‍♀️ Istg, if they sacrifice Beau saving his daughter who does not give a single damn about him, you guys will never ever hear the end of it. Ever.

Donno and his TWO hammers, asdfghhjk 🤣🔨 That was fun. But..... I hope they didn't just sacrifice DONNO for Emily, Carla and Avery's sake? 😱💔 But I remember that season 4 is supposed to have something to do with Donno and Tonya, so maybe he'll be okay 🥺 Then Donno and Tonya will be partners in literal crime and partners in life 🤗

I still want a Sunny and Walter killing team going after Buck 😈🔪 And based on the trailer, I think the Sunny-Walter killing team plan is back on 👿

Cassie and Cormac and them putting their heads together for the case AND their talk, that was cute 💛

On a more outside-the-story note, I just have to say, I don't understand making Jenny have feelings for Beau, and making Beau have feelings for her, if they're just planning on sending him back to his evil ex. That would be such a disservice to both Beau and Jenny. It would be bad enough if it's just Beau, blaming himself and getting Stockholm Syndromed into going back to a person who does nothing but be condescending, abandoned him when he needed support the most, uses him, and for whom he'd only be a second choice. But adding Jenny's feelings into the mix if they're sending him back to hell, all it does is unnecessarily hurt Jenny (it isn't as if they'd explore her heartbreak and hurt) and humiliate her, having a third man leave her for another woman. And why make Beau have feelings for Jenny? All that does is hurt more, because there was something there, hope. And making him get closer to her all season if he had feelings for the other one, that just unfairly messes with his characterization. He wouldn't. Sending him back to Carla period, messes with his characterization, every scene they have together, there is no romantic love or attraction. There's subzero chemistry. The respect, care, adoration, chemistry, trust, that's only there with Jenny.

And the way Carla treats him, the only reason Beau would even consider going back to her is guilt, regret, gaslighting, holding on to the past. Not love, he respects himself more than that. Doing that, sending him back to her, it would be unfair not just to Jenny, but also Beau AND disrespectful to the work Jensen and Katheryn put in to make this relationship believable and complex, interesting and complete. Not to mention how rude it is to prioritize the story of two guest characters, their "happy ending", over storylines, exploration of backstories, development of current relationships, for two of the three main characters, Beau and Jenny. All of which is to say, the chemistry is between Beau and Jenny, the story, the trust, compassion, support, attraction. And it's evident in the way that they DID choose to pursue this between them. So I don't understand if they're sending him back. And if for some unknown reason, the endgame must be with Carla (I can't think of a single reason that would be necessary, but okay), then...... there were better ways to do it, that wouldn't make things extra messy all around. Working with the chemistry b/w Beau and Jenny, the comradrie and trust that has been there from the beginning is the best thing the writing did. Spending time focusing on his toxic ex, or even thinking about sending him back to her... not so much.

[the-firebird69]

Trump to build office in Jupiter amid New York fraud, bond fight (palmbeachpost.com)

Some reason these guys feel like they can hide as women. and they've done tons of crimes, but the women get killed for what they've done. And it's not safe at all because they don't want you to have armies, and they make armies. And you're trying to go after them for their bodies, and they're going to kill you themselves. And it does happen. All it happens every day here. Another thing that's going to happen is people going to see this code. that the **** is trying to build a new office at its golf course. That's part of it. But it has gross meaning that he's trying to take over my body for some reason.. So he wants to be going for my guest in serving to slave That's what a lot of people think. That's quite a freaking lateral move. No, shut up. You more, huh? It says you'll survive with your act. It's a way to be a loser. OK. Joel Watts.. But this is about the renovation, and it's coming up. And regardless of his threats on me and attempts because there's a lot of people who have a plan to do that, they build a lot of buildings in cities that have my name and streets and all over the world is probably 5000 of them in Florida. right now. And they all have these gentle analogies. It's weird to get rid of you idiots. Tell the truth It is a way. It's a vehicle. It's gross, but effective and needs to be deployed The other side of it, because that's why I'm doing it is to just get rid of them So my guys are seeing it. It's not some kind of motif thing. It's just to put them in the ground. They're sick and they don't do anything. They don't know how to counter any of the next stuff. They don't know what it is. And so on. And they admit it and want us to do the job. We're doing the job and we're taking care of you and we're taking your territory and stuff because you admit you don't know **** And it turns out to be true. And you want to abuse the **** out of me and go along in my plan as me. And it's really what the Max are doing. It's it's horrendously stupid. But it does get rid of you idiots. And that's a fine job at it too. You're threatening society. You're threatening humanity. You're threatening factories in production and basic necessities And now you're threatening the. head honchos. Long range plan. and saying they're doing it. They'll do it partially. Then you say you're doing it and you're just a nut case. They're going to get rid of it. So are we.. But the point is, it's a renovations are planned. and they applied for permitting. That's what I know to play..

Dickless wonder. Here, a dime a dozen, he says. And that's my husband, Zeus And I'd say this. That's very gross. And he's under duress and he understands it. And we're going to handle it And it's coming up pretty soon. You lose these fleets, and they're freed up. And Brian will no longer use you as a distraction. Pushover And they're going to come for you. Trump, finally, And it's gonna be all over. And I hear that some ships are heating up. Change.

Hera

They make problems with everything these idiots. And we're gonna make problems with everything for them. Coming up shortly. Now, there is a renovation plan, and it is for Mar a lago, and that is the castle of and I'm vlad the impaler. It's not that particular castle is not true. It's the same castle. And Tommy F wants the castle and is gonna. fight Trump and Mac Daddy too. That's why it's not really happy about being there. And We might actually change it. even though our son had something to do with building it, it's still Dave and Carol. And we could actually do that. by beating up the Max and it's a goal It'll be his. Now I like the plan better. and we will have the other castle somewhere so they can look at it. What they do to their leaders and helpful people. But this renovation is starting and they're all fighting over this castle. And yeah, he can't go into the old one. It says allergies.. And they're willing to kill each other, thinking that's the plan. And they're idiots That is a stupid thing. But it's starting up this coming month. And they're all getting excited about it. And he says go out there and get rid of yourself. We don't accept that kind of behavior We'll just get rid of you here. And I don't really know how dumb they are. No one in that stupid would. This fence in their zombies and putting in gear our plan. there. And we have to and it's going to be more challenging that. we can't hide our heads like these people. They get very beat by doing it. They got very beat by doing it. So that is in September. They will begin. around the 20th will. start renovating and what they're doing is moving houses out. to install new condominiums and houses and apartments including Mar a Lago, which is very illegal.. And the other day, our son said to Trump, you're trying to be a dead man. because his brother's dead for the most part, unless someone revives him. But he's saying, I guess you're right. And he thought about and said, boy, that's gross.. We have a lot of stuff to do, but that is coming up this month..

---= Along with that. Trump is prepping his three encircled fleets in space. They have a plan, part of them, about a third would go to Venus and 3/4 tried to get to Earth. And they'll use each other as something. And they're trying to get ready to heat up. heat up and they are preparing to do so. And then they're saying to wait till it heats up and it already is. The fleets are trying to get here and. the pseudo empire is Embroiled. in space, they are fighting the Mack Morlock and some. others the clone fleets. and also some minority Morlock. Believe it or not, in some miscellaneous and they're fighting to get here. and they're getting beat up very badly and the pseudo empire are taking ships. promising to pay them back for their little battle. and they will And really, trump is annoying our son right now. And our son says, I can't wait till you die. And for you to think anything else is absurd. You're such a huge ****. Those two things are very positive. No, they're going to happen. And the second. one is positive because we'll get rid of the fleets. and Hera likes it.

---= There's a couple other things The cloud from. the Charlotte Park. is forming It'll be up here probably at 5AMA little early. The wind is blowing northwards at this time. And the cloud is in the tip of Florida is building up now too. And the winds change this hour. And it will be about 1.9 rad here for about 45 minutes.. Most of you cannot stand. one rad for more than 20 minutes. And you begin to get sick. This is gonna make you sick. and it will print. our son a little. permeate and it will help. And it's an increase. and it will decrease the elder layer. from 85% to 80%.. And it's good. It's got to work so. Freya. Olympus. Thor.

[mystiika]

au where warren becomes a villain tho....

like it would follow the same general story line of the movie. he still helps defeat royal pain. he still does his best to save people who don't even like him. he still goes out of his way for others when it counted. but then their treatment of him is still the same. he can understand to a degree when he's still a bit of a hothead & people can't do a quick 180. but even so, he still thought something might change after a bit of time. sure, will's gang didn't avoid him quite so much as the rest of the population ( although layla & magenta seemed the least bothered ), but even they weren't able to actually trust him if he wasn't their last resort ( this is ofc the main split off from the canon where warren & will supposedly become best friends ). looking back he saw that it was through childhood naivety, but some part of him was still hopeful that maybe, just maybe people would think better of him after he helped save them all. 

so when its been nearly an entire school year of him just minding his business, the other students still anxiously turn their heads when they catch his eye. still whisper about the "obvious" likelihood of him following in his father's foot steps with rumours ( somehow even less unfounded from the impossibility they started the school year with ). still freeze up when he walks by like he'll burn them without reason. etc... it all grinds on his nerves more than it did before. he at the very least thought people would drop the comparisons with his father. warren loathed him, & the idea of being similar in any way was irritating beyond belief. & he did try to be more friendly. it was awkward & he was blunt but if all it did was make the person uncomfortable, how in the world was he meant to keep it up.

i feel like his villain name would be something like the scorcher maybe something with 'red' in it... yet to be determined

i imagine he gets even more angry & intimidating in the years following movie canon, completely isolated himself until even layla give ups. he wanted to bide his time, learn from the classes at sky high for what he can repurpose for himself later, even taking time to learn people's powers & weaknesses in case they later come to blows.

once in university he starts his villainous activities, completely unbeknownst to anyone & everyone around him. he makes an effort to change his image a bit at this point too, he's a bit older & a bit more mature & realises that if he sets himself up to look like a villain in his day to day then it will only make things more difficult for him later. so with the help of having a fresh start ( & a bit of practice ), he's soon enough able to lead a perfect double life. he smiles more, acts more friendly, offering help here & there until people decide for themselves that he's "reformed" & no longer a threat. he chooses not to be involved as a superhero despite his offensive power since the very thought of fighting alongside anyone as haughty & self righteous as heros were was enough to make him ill. instead he got a normal degree at a normal university for a normal job. this of course gave him some additional cover since it meant no one was really aware of the state of his powers/abilities — no similarities between his would-be "hero" & "villain" crime scene remnants.

when he finally allows himself the chance to drop the facade he's explosive & destructive. he makes the effort to cause maximum damage & casualties, enjoying the pain & fear in a persons eyes while he towers over them, & more than anything else seeing the wonderfully demoralised state of the heroes he was "friends" with while they're losing every fight & unable to catch him. i could see them coming to warren for advice since their powers seem similar enough that maybe he'd be able to help.

& yeah, maybe it wasn't fair to punish the world for the actions of a bunch of high schoolers, but sometimes that's all it takes for a villain's origin story. when you start to only see the worst in people, its easier & easier to lump the innocents in with them until there's no one on earth worthy of your mercy. besides, if people all his life only wanted to see his faults then who was he to deny them their long standing dream of him becoming the villain they'd only ever expected him to be?

this also would go CRAZY for the relationships he develops. not even just romantic, if there's ANYONE he finally lets in & cares for then he'd burn the world to the ground for them without a second thought fr

[fandomgirlz520]

#happy: to begin I would like you all to look to your left. look to your right. does anyone see (security guard's name)?#no? that's because he got FIRED.#here's why#power point presentation begins#irondad fic ideas#irondad and spiderson#peter parker#tony stark#happy hogan#happy at least 45 minutes into the presentation which is already happening outside of work hours: now on to exhibit 17...#exhibits 1-16 including but not limited to:#the fact that FRIDAY's top safety priority is no longer dr. stark#peter's clearance level which is equal to that of dr. stark's closest family and friends#the kid's logged interning hours. which are where? oh right- dr. stark's PERSONAL LAB#detailed explanation of what happened to the guard who harassed peter (spoiler alert: he's in jail now)#several photos of tony's face when looking at peter#one single photo of tony's face the minute he arrived on the scene of The Incident and saw his kid being mistreated#happy: and now a demonstration. hey FRIDAY?#FRIDAY: yes mr. hogan?#happy: if the boss found out anyone in this room hurt the kid how likely is it that they would be fired#FRIDAY: not including yourself- 95%#happy: and including me?#FRI: ...75%#happy: please tell the class why the chance of them being fired for hurting mr. parker is miraculously not 100%#FRI: mr. parker may ask the boss not to#entire SI security team: shook. terrified. awed. amazed#bonus: now every time peter shows up they all secretly FREAK OUT#though. it doesn't take him too long to win them over#soon it's no longer the threat of losing their jobs that makes every one of them willing to take a bullet for peter parker#if anyone ever harms this kid SI security will catapult them into the SUN (via @idk-bruh-20)

Irondad fic ideas #128

Fic where, after a security incident in which some bozo accused Peter of trespassing at Stark Tower, Happy holds an emergency briefing for the entire SI security team.

The topic of the briefing? The absolutely untouchable, vital-to-know-if-you-want-to-keep-your-job level of importance of one Peter Parker

[aeviterncl]

✏️ for izan&mani? :D

MEME ┊accepting.

IZAN X MANICA HEADCANONS

As much as Manica gets under his skin, Izan obviously does worry about her, and his own worry is enough to tolerate her annoyances. He'll complain endlessly and threaten things, but soon enough the threats become inside knowledge of "I know you won't actually hurt me despite everything you say" and "glad to know you care so much".

As he genuinely begins to like her and her company, I can see him dropping hints to his actual condition—like how he's dead and only sharing his brother's body because he no longer has a physical vessel or how he's actually cursed to eventually lose his mind completely as a result of some petty witch he still hates.

In all honesty, he appreciates her non-apologetic demeanor about being less than morally right—it's comforting to know that they're similar in that regard. Izan likes that he can be genuine with her and not actually have to play nice to avoid backlash and judgement. Plus, she lets him be pervy—what's better than a girl like that?

Anyway, I really think these two are the type to engage physically before actual romantic emotions sprout—like sex first, love later. Except Izan won't actually go that far because he isn't using his own body (and he wouldn't want his brother to feel violated when he regains control). That doesn't stop him from doing things one-sidedly though, if you get what I mean.

He would eventually develop a habit of nibbling/biting her skin somewhere visible every time they met up. He doesn't say it, but it's a way to make sure his brother gets the memo about Izan's antics when he isn't using their shared vessel.

Izan has days where he will act pretty sedated thanks to the choker he wears acting to suppress his curse symptoms. On these days, he tends to be more wholesome and less easy to rile up. While he still may have his perverted moments, he is significantly much more... in line (for lack of better words).

He eventually becomes very interested in touching her hair and threading his fingers through it or twirling it.

Angst but if he does lose himself and Manica is on a job to hunt supposed sightings of a cadejo causing indiscriminate violence... her instantly recognizing Izan's essence despite the crazed look in his eyes...

Also, it'd be pretty interesting of a plot point if Izan's original killer years ago was Manica (considering she might have potentially been working as a hunter back then too); then tying that idea to the above bullet point... :)

[doctordonovan]

 stargate timeline:  for maeve’s stargate verse   ( mostly so I don’t forget it  )   -  maeve is in her early 20s in season one.  she’s not meant to be involved in field work,  but she’s a genius geneticist with at least 2/3 of her doctorates.  this means that when d'ane happens,  when she does basically lose her entire life,  she’s only in her mid 20s most  (  very early s3   )… 

s1.     genius does little to compensate for the fact few view her as ready to be offered the job that she is.  her phds are convenient,   helpful even,  and scientist is sunshine  &&  shy gentleness wrapped in hesitant smiles.  she’s as far from military as she could get:   maeve was promised mysteries that would make even her mind spin…  but it’s the promise of helping people that really gets her to stick around.  what’s the use of brains if they’re used for only theory?

s2.     curious and brilliant,  she sees patterns before almost anyone else  &&  her specialities make her a welcome addition to any of the teams she occasionally finds herself alongside.  she’s not a soldier but she’s slowly finding her place,  the goa'uld threat isn’t enough to extinguish the light in her veins.  she’s doing her best to be useful,  to be what’s wanted from her.

s3.    early season.  the thing of nightmares comes true when a mission goes wrong.   officially,  maeve is missing,  and classified files have her as another loss in the battle.  doctor donovan becomes no more than host to parasitic beast.

s4.     they say the host is gone,  but a brain like maeve’s will be stuck remembering every detail of the hell her time as d'ane entailed.

s5.     she returns moderately early / middle of the season.  when freshly back but she won’t have aged over her time as a ‘host’.  she does solidly ignore this though and is generally always three steps from a shutdown.  her work,  in the end,  is all she allows herself:  when she reaches out to her parents,  grief filled shell breaks their hearts too much to see her as the daughter they lost.

 she doesn’t reach out to the friends who still believe her missing.  for all her efforts to push herself back to work as soon as she can,   her return is marked by daniel’s passing  &&   the ice she has to cling to so she may survive.

s6.   she gets on with her work,  world and life pushed far away -   if she stops,  she’ll have to mourn,  and she can’t imagine ever being able to stop if she starts.

s7.   daniel returns,  but he’s not at all who he was.  janet dies.  sardonic humour and subtle smiles do little to hide the fact woman hasn’t slept well in years   (   she can’t go,  can’t surrender,  she has too much to atone for  ).

she has two possible stories from here:  she stays,  and then by the end of the show we have  -

s8/s9.    she’s starting to work more with various SG-teams,  strongly against when she’s occasionally offered the option to join one of them for longer than her stints.  her skill for the work,  her passion for riddles,  even the steadiness of her hands don’t always hide how she is struggling to keep hold of who she wants to be.  choosing sunshine,  choosing hope,  is a hard path to walk.

s10.  she's increasingly considered a member of one of the SG-teams  ( SG-15 )  maeve is still mostly focussed on the science,  the human element,  of what they do.  as long as she’s useful,  she can process the guilt of just existing.  it helps that the ori threat is enough to keep her from worrying about anything else.  it helps that she’s learning to let people in fully again.

or at the end of s7 she decides to leave for atlantis,  but that’s a different ending.

[novaalexanderwrites]

Blood and Thorns - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Mistakes and Threats (Read Chapter 1 (part one) here) - (See here for a complete list of chapters)

(this chapter will be updated in the near future with a better draft, but please enjoy it as-is for now)

The next day Frigga spent the majority of in the library and Razi had been reassigned to some hard labour outside. Her chores and workload had increased a lot in the last week, she suspected it was Sapphire’s doing since the engagement had been called off to keep Razi busy. She would be shocked if she still had a job in a week, but that was fine. They had a worst-case scenario plan Frigga was working to improve. Frigga had an approximate idea what the penalty was at this point, and she was certain it was going to affect her cognition in some way. That was terrifying, losing her ability to think or remember? It wasn’t something she was willing to risk. She would have to find a way to make that threat less probable.

But she couldn’t figure out anything. Every tome she opened dug her into a deeper and deeper despair pit. With every glyph, every sigil she came across, it was abundantly clear there was no escape. She might fulfill her promise and then run afterwards. But that was months down the road and Sapphire might force her into another arranged engagement by then or send Razi away. She could run with the mark still burned into her skin, but she knew the second she was missed her aunt would activate the contract’s penalty. No, if she was going to run, she would need to break the contract first, and she needed to do it soon. Every day she was in the house was torture, especially because her mind was made up and freedom was so close. She decided she would try and appeal to her aunt after all. It wasn’t likely to work, but Frigga needed to try it. Maybe her aunt would see reason, maybe her aunt wasn’t aware the impact this was having on her. If Frigga worded it properly, perhaps there was a way they could come to an understanding. She looked to the door that led to Sapphire’s office from her table and tried to put an argument together. Every time she’d brought the topic of not being Heir up before, it had been brushed aside without consideration. She needed to have a solid case for this to have any chance of working at all. The woman was proud, intelligent, and a natural leader, but she was also Frigga’s family. She could try appealing to that, try and point out how her own distaste for leadership would end up harming the coven in the long run. She could even try and convince her the contract was no longer necessary, that Frigga had warmed up to the idea, and to dissolve it, allowing her to run off afterwards. She could even try and mention she was interested in one of the other coven members to solidify the ruse. Would her aunt believe that? The only person she’d visited over the last three weeks had been Rosalind, and Frigga wasn’t sure she’d enjoy explaining that one to them if they got wind. But, at the same time, if it afforded her the ability to run, Rosalind would put two and two together. She inhaled deeply, standing from her seat and walked to the door. She wasn’t ready, but she didn’t have a choice, so she knocked and was immediately invited in. She put on her sweetest face, if she was going to do this, she would do it perfectly. “Auntie, sorry to interrupt.” Frigga stepped in as quietly as possible, looking in her aunt’s direction. The lady was at her desk, books and documents scattered around the large surface. Looked like there were some order forms from town, a diagram of a circle or two, all sorts of important things. “Nonsense, Frigga, how are you feeling today?” The lady’s tone and expression were so genuine, and Frigga’s heart swelled with hope. “Much better, Auntie, thank you. Actually, I nearly feel back to myself lately.” She sat in a chair across from her aunt, keeping her posture immaculate, her eyes on Sapphire’s face. “I…I had hoped to discuss something with you, if possible.” Sapphire’s brow raised a bit and she started to organize her documents. “Of course, dear.” Best try and appear a bit nervous. This was out of left field, after all, and would not be welcome news. “You might know I visited Rosalind Bloodswell yesterday?” Her aunt’s motions faltered slightly. “Yes, I hope it was a… productive visit?” That tone was exactly what Frigga had predicted. Syrupy sweet, overly polite, sanitized. “It was, I had to consult them on some work they had been involved in a while ago, and I was surprised how helpful they were.” Not a lie, so far so good. “And I was also surprised… oh this might be silly.” Sapphire’s expression turned apprehensive. “But we got along quite well.” The lady put her papers down, letting a beat of silence pass. It was clear she had been taken by surprise by the uneasy look she wore. “Frigga, I’m not sure what you’re trying to say.”

Frigga looked down at the floor. Gods, this was difficult, almost excruciating to say. “Well, um… I thought, seeing as my engagement fell through, I might… get to know other heirs of the coven.” “Let me stop you, my dear girl,” Sapphire stood to walk to Frigga’s side, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know you were not happy about your betrothal to Marcus, and I commend you in this endeavour, I do. It makes me glad you’re stepping into your responsibilities so eagerly.” “I-” Frigga tried to pile on that thought, but Sapphire interrupted her. “And of course, marriage within our coven is ideal, but I have to say… Rosalind is not someone I can, in good conscience, recommend.” “Why not? They’re from the second family, they’re a good match for me magically, they’re-“ “I’m still not convinced they’re unlike their mother, Frigga.” Sapphire motioned for Frigga to sit with her in the plush chairs by the fireplace. “This is odd, dear, what is this about?” Frigga took a deep breath and sat in the chair by the fireplace, avoiding her aunt’s gaze. Alright, time to ask. “I’ve been doing some soul-searching, Auntie, and I realized you’ve been entirely right. I was being selfish and ungrateful and… and I think my role as coven leader would suit me after all. Actually, I think I’m even looking forward to it! I don’t even think this,” she motioned to her contract seal, “is necessary anymore. And, if I’m going to be leader, then I’d better do it well, right? I can’t think of a better way to resolve the differences between our families.” Her aunt’s eyes narrowed. She was suspicious. Fair enough, Frigga had just spent the last several weeks in her room, distraught about her future. “Is that so? That’s quite the change of heart, Frigga.” “I’ve had a lot of time to think, Auntie.” Sapphire nodded quietly, unconvinced. She stood and rang the bell for tea, apparently anticipating a long conversation. “So what would you have me do, Frigga? Let you marry someone who may have had a hand in harming your brother? Let you marry someone who is uninterested in any form of socialization? Someone who wouldn’t be capable of continuing our family line?” Frigga’s stomach twisted. This was not a topic she liked talking about. “But they would be capable of strengthening the coven’s arcane resources, and think of all we could accomplish if our two families’ magic were to come together? And must I be solely responsible for the family line? It’s not even something I feel… I feel comfortable doing.” Sapphire sat back in her seat. “Perhaps. I am glad you’ve come around, dear. I was worried to see you so ill.” Frigga hesitated. She was redirecting the conversation and Frigga had the sickening inclination Sapphire wasn’t buying it. She began to get nervous. “Just like you said I would. You know best, of course.” Frigga winced internally. Flattery? Really? Her aunt was too smart for such crude manipulation methods. Sapphire frowned, nearly imperceptibly, but it was enough. “Frigga. What… what are you doing?” Frigga acted confused. “Auntie?” The older woman stood back up and walked to the window silently, her hands clasped in front of her tightly. The breath in Frigga’s chest froze, the air in the room began to hum. The tick of a clock rang out much too loud, waiting for Sapphire to speak. “Frigga, I don’t like being lied to.” “Auntie, I’m not lying to you, I really… I really do-“ “Frigga.” The older witch’s tone was sharp, icy, it wasn’t something Frigga had ever been on the receiving end of before, though she had seen it aimed at others. “What are you doing?” The younger woman sat silently, trying to grasp at some kind of cover or something to say to continue her story. She’d been figured out, but she had to keep trying. “I told you, I’m trying to fulfil my duty, Auntie.”

The light orbs flickered, the room grew more tense, and Sapphire remained at the window staring out at something in particular outside with narrowed eyes. Frigga remained frozen in her seat. “Frigga,” finally she turned from her spot and looked at her niece. “You have one more opportunity to tell me what’s going on.” Time to beg. Frigga looked away from her aunt into the fireplace and gripped her hands together. “I’m… I’m unhappy, Auntie. I can’t do this and it will not make me happy.” Her voice softened, barely louder than a whisper. Sapphire stayed where she was, and Frigga did not look at her. After a moment she replied, anger lacing her words. “And so you thought you’d deceive me into dissolving your contract? To what end, Frigga?” She received no reply. Frigga would not answer that question and her aunt was clearly not going to be fooled. Instead, a long pause followed, broken when Sapphire calmly walked back to her niece to stand in front of her. “Well?” Frigga stared at the floor. Who would cave first? Sapphire would wait all day and Frigga was deeply uncomfortable with her aunt staring at her. Frigga knew she had to say something, but what? She would try and bypass the question. “Our coven… Do you think the coven would thrive under a leader like me? Someone that doesn’t want to be here?” “You were raised for this, Frigga.” Her volume had increased. This wasn’t good. “Do you think you can just leave? Is that what you want?” “I didn’t ask for this, Auntie.” “You agreed to it.” “I didn’t have a choice.” “That’s correct.” Frigga’s eyes started to burn. “But I do have a choice.” “And what is your other option? To run off and leave your family, your coven, without you? You wouldn’t last a week out there.” “There is no way I can lead this coven.” “And you would put Leland in your position?” “It would be his decision, as it is mine.” Sapphire was silent, Frigga continued staring at the floor feeling the anger radiating from her aunt, and decided to try another angle. “Auntie, I… I know you want what’s best for me.” More silence, but the tension softened. “Of course, Frigga. But… I can’t throw out all our hard work over some cold feet. I have to consider your future and the future of our coven.” Frigga nodded. “I know you have a lot to juggle. And I know you have a lot to consider when it comes to the future of the coven… I know you’re not trying to cause me pain.” She looked up at Sapphire. The woman’s expression was guarded but not as harsh as it had been a minute ago. “I love you, Auntie, and I’ve only ever wanted to please you.” Sapphire sighed, her guard coming back down. “I love you too, dear. Of course I would never want to hurt you.” Frigga smiled. “Maybe… I know it’s unconventional, but might we postpone everything then? It’s better to delay than cancel, just to be sure it’s the right fit?” Sapphire looked back towards the window, considering. “It’s not unheard of, and I agree, I want you to take on the heirdom when you’re ready…” Frigga’s heart skipped a beat. Would this work? Had she done it? “And, perhaps in that time, Leland might show up to be an even better option? Or he’ll even decide he wants to be the Heir? Better to have a leader that actually would enjoy the position, right?” Sapphire did not reply right away, and the hesitation made Frigga nervous. She seemed to be considering Frigga’s words carefully. “Perhaps. It would, I suppose, be only fair to give him a chance after all.” She paused and looked back at her niece softly. “Do you… do you still wish to pursue Rosalind Bloodswell?” Frigga wasn’t sure how to reply. She hadn’t anticipated the topic coming up again. “Oh, um… I suppose not. I would still like our families to resolve our differences but… well, they seemed more interested in the seal on my arm than actually conversing, so perhaps we keep it professional for now?” “You spoke about the contract with them?”

The ice in her tone returned, and Frigga realized she had misspoke. With Sapphire’s deep knowledge of the arcane, it wasn’t hard to recognize why Frigga would have consulted with Rosalind on the matter if she were trying to escape. The floor of her stomach disappeared and the tension in the room returned. “Oh, um, n-no, they just happened to see it, I think?” Sapphire’s face contorted in anger. “They were interested in it, were they? In what way?” “Oh, i-its components and-“ “And a way to dispel it, perhaps?” Frigga’s skin blanched and she held her breath. The clock’s ticking sounded again, the air was thick with fury and the promise of retaliation. A memory flashed through Frigga’s mind, when her aunt had dealt with a suitor of a coven member who had been found out to be attempting to take advantage of the coven resources. He hadn’t been harmed, but nobody saw or heard from them again once he’d left the manor until a week later. Sapphire had merely said those types of problems hung themselves out to dry eventually. He had been found a week later dead in his basement, hanging by the neck. In Frigga’s silence, Sapphire regained her composure, her face returning to neutral. “Well, Frigga, if you think you’ve cracked how to dissolve our contract with them, you’re welcome to try, seeing as you’d rather sneak around behind my back than discuss these matters with me.” “No, Auntie, of course no-“ “And,” she leaned in a bit closer, the lights flickered again, her rage nearly visible around her, “if you’d like to run off with them, or anyone else, I might suggest they never show their face here again. After all, it’d be a shame if someone were to go missing.” “Auntie, please, don-“ The lights were dimming and the rage around Sapphire began manifesting as blue electrical static. “This family depends on me, Frigga, my decision is final. You need to respect it.” She roughly grabbed Frigga’s right arm, nails digging into the brand there uncomfortably. “This isn’t going anywhere, you are going to follow through with it, do you understand?” Frigga’s eyes were wide, tears had run down her cheeks in her terror. Her aunt’s grip on her arm was rough and her whole body shook. She didn’t know what to say, if she could say anything. Desperately she searched her mind for something but came up empty. It was all she could do to try and steady her breath which had become rapid and shallow. There was a knock at the door, Stephan’s voice asking to come in. Sapphire released her niece and straightened herself up. “Yes, come in.” Frigga was still silent, trying to calm herself, but when the door opened and the man came in with the tea Sapphire had ordered not ten minutes earlier, Frigga stood and bolted out the door to her room. What had she been thinking, mentioning anything about Rosalind’s assistance? Of course her aunt was going to figure it out. She’d just made everything worse! By her aunt’s words, it was clear Frigga had put Razi in serious danger, and the woman’s workload had already nearly doubled. She sunk onto the bed, curling up into herself. She was starting to hyperventilate, her heart beating like the rain. Never had she experienced her aunt’s wrath like this, or anyone’s. She always did her best to keep peace, to compromise, but in this there was no compromise. Not only would her aunt force her to follow through with the contract, but also, should she actually try and run, Razi could be killed. Hell, Razi could be killed now. They needed to leave as soon as possible, then, but how? There wasn’t time, there wasn’t a lead, she had nothing!

Slowly, she focussed on her breath, in through her nose, out through her mouth. She tried to feel something soft, to ground her consciousness, and slowly, very slowly, her racing pulse began to calm. Her breathing slowed, and she focussed on the silkiness of her comforter. Somewhere outside she heard birds chirping. Her body still trembled, she felt like she’d run twenty miles, but her thoughts became readable again. This was a bad situation, there was no way around it. She was out of ideas, but she couldn’t give up. The day after her failed attempt to beg Sapphire out, she locked herself in the library and her search continued. But before she could make a dent in her books, there was a knock on the library door. Gertrude entered, “Excuse me, Miss Thorneheart, you have a visitor.” Strange, she hadn’t received a notice someone would be by today. She didn’t want to deal with this, but she needed to draw as little attention to herself as possible and declining a visitor would definitely pull her aunt’s attention. “Fine, bring them here.” She’d have a single cup of tea and then make up some excuse to cut the visit short. Except her plan flew out the window because Rosalind had come to call.

[campingwiththecharmings]

"he begs you to let him come inside you" plsplsplspls and "he'd called you beautiful." IS THIS A STOCKHOLM SYNDROME LOVE STORY?? <- yeah, cuz I always gotta make them fall in love apparently lmao 🤦‍♀️

you start to panic. the honorary force-user with anger issues is in charge of your poe? <- YOUR POE 😭😭😭😭

asdklsflkdg;lk omggggg convincing finn to escape with him (and thereby indirectly rescuing both finn AND poe *high pitched screaming*)

this is basically the start of a catch-and-release love story 🫠 <- OMG YESSSSSSSSSS

omg imagine later, you see how much ren is losing it, how little control he has over himself. you start thinking about getting out, maybe running away and holing up in some far corner of the outer rim. briefly you think of poe, but scoff at the idea of joining the resistance. every now and then, you wonder how he's doing, wonder if he thinks of you too. you doubt it but there's a little piece of you that hopes.

you run into him later (well, you hear him over the comms, at any rate), during some subsequent battle. just the sound of his voice makes something inside you shift, makes you long to be free, free of the first order. so you make plans, taking as much intel with you as possible in case you need to negotiate with the first order later on.

you make it on your own for a while, managing to fly under the radar in the distant reaches of the outer rim. you move from planet to planet, never staying in one place long enough for anyone to catch up to you (though, you really don't even know if they're looking), taking odd jobs in exchange for food or room and board, or even credits when they're offered. just as you're starting to feel like you've stayed too long on your current planet, you hear rumblings of a resistance camp out in the outskirts. immediately, you think of your poe, wondering if he's still alive, if he'd be there or off world somewhere. you decide that it's too risky to check it out, that their presence here just means you should leave sooner rather than later.

but then you run into him.

it's your last night, you're shipping out in the morning and having a quiet drink in a run down bar on the edge of the town you've been staying in. you pay the bartender and move to leave, but as soon as you get outside, hands grab you, pulling you into the alley between the buildings and pressing you against the wall, a blaster shoved beneath your chin. your eyes widen when you realize who it is.

poe.

he looks angry, but also a little afraid, like he's reliving his torture at your hands just at the sight of you. you don't try to fight him, instead, accepting he has the upper hand, sagging slightly against the wall. poe says nothing, just looks into your eyes, blaster still digging into your chin. he has every right to kill you, he should kill you for what you did to him, for what you put him through. you swallow, inhaling shakily as you open your mouth to tell him this.

"don't," he mutters harshly, digging the tip of the blaster into your neck.

you wince, nodding as you defer to him, letting him see that he has the power here. after a moment, he inhales sharply and asks, "how did you find me?"

"actually, i think you're the one that found me," you say, gesturing to the blaster and your position against the wall.

his jaw tightens and he sighs in annoyance. "what are you doing here?" he tries again.

you contemplate telling him you're no longer with the first order, but decide he probably won't believe you. instead, you simply tell him, "just passing through."

his eyes narrow at you and he gets closer, pushing you harder against the wall, his breath hot against your skin as he growls, "i don't believe you."

after a beat you say, "i don't blame you."

he tilts his head at you, confused by your response. you can tell he's trying to work out how much of a threat you are, whether he should take you back to his camp or just kill you where you stand.

you hope he chooses the latter option.

it's been too long since i've sent something debilitatingly horny to you, so here:

edit: im sorry its so long and plot-y 😭 i've never written for poe and got too excited.

imagine being a first order commander in charge of coaxing information from poe dameron. the first batch of interrogators (a couple stormtroopers) couldn't get a thing out of him so you were called in as back up.

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you've had a few interactions with poe (as you're both renowned pilots), but you've never actually seen his face. you've only communicated through radios -- well, communicated is a strong word, you've taunted and growled at each other from a distance...

needless to say, you were intrigued to finally meet this 'poe dameron' that you've been chasing around since you became a flight officer.

you're shocked when you see him, not because he's battered and barely conscious, but because he's prettier than you expected.

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of course, he's fucking pretty. he's the resistance's flyboy, the general's favorite, complete with a cut jawline, pouty lips and perfect curls.

it enrages you.

long dark lashes frame half-lidded eyes as you approach him. his body is strapped tight to a chair, but he doesn't seem bothered by it. he's so unbothered, in fact, that he immediately greets you with one of his annoying quips:

"you the good cop?" you're sure it would've sounded better if his voice wasn't so hoarse and broken -- not that you didn't enjoy that sound. there's something about a ruined man that immediately sparks a flame inside of you.

"no, they were the good cops." you refer to the storm troopers that left him this way. "i'm the bad cop, and i like to do things a bit differently..."

you can see it on his face: he recognizes you, or your voice, but he doesn't know from where.

"can't fly away anymore, can you, dameron?"

it finally dawns on him, "you." he almost looks...happy about the revelation.

"yeah, me." his stare is intense and interested, and he's not trying to hide it at all.

cocky bastard.

"y'now i didn't expect such a bea--"

you roll your eyes, "ok, let's stop with all this chatter."

there's a piece of paper sticking out of the breast pocket of his leather jacket, folded several times to fit securely in the space.

"you got something for me?" you coo, voice sickly sweet all of the sudden.

you reach out, gliding your hand from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the smooth leather rise and lower under your fingers as he starts to breathe harder. he pushes against your touch like he's touch deprived, like he's been waiting for this moment all his life.

oh, he's easy.

you snicker as you pluck the paper out, taking a second to wag it tauntingly in front of his face.

"what're you...HEY! THAT'S MINE."

bingo

you open it up, satisfied by how fluidly this interrogation is going. once you deliver this to ren, you're sure to get a promotion.

when you see what's inside, you glower: it's just a worn photo of some BB-droid.

"really?" you give him an unimpressed look. "what, is this your pet or something?"

"he's my driod! my little buddy!"

"ok...so we'll do this the hard way."

---

it starts with pain, but it never seems to be enough. he's -- laughing! he's taunting you, groaning out "is that all you got" or whispering a hoarse "i could do this all day".

you realize you're methods will have to be a bit...unconventional to get your point across. you saw how he reacted to your touch, how he looks at you, even when you're punching him in the face.

you know what you need to do, you're just not sure that you could take it.

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you take the step -- blurring the line between pain and pleasure.

it's for the first order, you tell yourself, but you're enjoying it.

you're breathing almost as hard as he is -- you need it just as much as he does.

you've been edging him about an hour now. he whines when you slow your hand again, leaving him right at the brink of release. metal clangs and groans as he pulls against his restraints.

"please, please, please..."

"you know what i need." you squeeze him, not tightly, but just enough to drive him wild. "just one word -- the planet -- and i'll give it to you. i'll let you cum all over yourself."

"c-can't."

"can't? or won't?" you swipe your thumb over his leaking tip. he's literally pulsing in your hold.

"fuck!" he yells out a name, one you immediately memorize, desperate voice and all.

;dlfsl;dfgk oh oh oh ohhhhhhh my goddddddddddddd

no but like, the fact that poe was also kind of into the whole thing though?? him arching into your touch, shooting you heated glances even when you're torturing him, like he likes being at your mercy?????? please send help 🫠🫠🫠

(**WARNING: here there be smut and it could potentially be considered dub-con so read at your own risk**)

if you thought he was pretty before, it's nothing compared to how he looks when he comes--his jaw slack, head thrown back, baring his glorious neck (a neck you just wanna bite), his sweaty curls deliciously mussed, eyes closed in ecstasy as he makes a mess of himself and your hand.

heavenly, you think. the sight is heavenly.

unable to resist, you kiss him softly, so contradictory to the rough way you'd been handling him. he sighs, sagging against his restraints as he kisses you back, his breath fanning across your cheek. you tell him he's a good boy when you pull away and he whines, trying to follow your lips, his mouth gaping, pupils blown wide with lust. he's so drunk on you, on the pleasure you've given him, he'd probably give you whatever you wanted right now; the knowledge fills you with glee. you smile, running a hand down his chest before tucking him back in his trousers.

he comes back to himself when you move to leave, his eyes growing a little harder, jaw clenching as you tell him that you look forward to working with him again.

unfortunately, ren isn't around for you to give him the intel poe gave you, so you hold onto it, intent on telling him when he returns. that night though, you can't sleep, can't stop thinking about poe's breathy whines and whimpers and how pretty he looked begging you to let him come. it's all you can think about, the urge to go to him so strong. so you go, shooing the guards from his cell and going inside. he's asleep, still tied up but removed from the rack he'd been on earlier, bloodied and bruised and beautiful. you allow yourself a moment to study him, eyes tracing the curve of his jaw, of his brow, his nose.

then you take him in your hand, squeezing and stroking, his pretty little noises going straight to your core. you want him, you realize, want to claim him, want to make him yours. the urge is so strong it makes you a little angry--that he could have so much power over you in this state is...well, it's unacceptable.

maybe you just need to fuck him, you reason, to get it out of your system. so you do, straddling him and sheathing his hardness inside your warm, wet cunt. he sounds (and looks) even prettier like this, beneath you, his moans breathy, breathing ragged as you ride him. he feels so good inside you, the stretch of his cock scratching an itch you didn't even realize you had. he watches at you with wide, attentive eyes, hips pushing up to meet yours as you impale yourself on him again and again.

you see stars when you come, cunt clenching around his cock as you throw your head back with a strangled moan. he's still hard and inside you when you come down, his ragged breaths reaching your ears. the look in his eyes is almost reverent when you meet them, and when he begs you to let him come inside you, a little piece of your heart crumbles.

you leave his cell, swearing to yourself that you'll never do it again, that you'll tell ren what you've learned and that dameron will be executed and it'll all be done.

but you don't. can't.

you keep the information you learned to yourself so your trysts with him can continue. every day you go to his cell, send away the guards, and fuck him. you start to look forward to it, to seeing him, to being with him. he starts begging you to let him touch you, and one day you cave and allow it. you groan when he cups your breast, arching into his touch as you bounce slowly on his cock. then his hand falls to your hip, his fingers dig into your skin, and a part of you hopes he'll leave behind bruises. when his thumb finds your clit, he circles the bud, groaning as you gasp, cunt fluttering around him. he whispers something as you fall apart, and it isn't until later that you realize...he'd called you beautiful.

(lmaooooooooooo many, many apologies for going overboard with this, i love me a subby man, especially when that man is poe dameron, hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng)

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Klaus M. x Omega HC’s

~He feels every time you're having a bad day through your bond.

•After the first time he experienced this he was no longer allowed to search you out, it led to too many dead humans.

•As soon as this happens he stops whatever he's doing (no matter how important) and makes sure that the moment you walk through the door you will be as happy as possible.

•Klaus didn't care much about others feelings for sure, but his Omega was different, he didn't think you should ever even have cause to frown.

•Whether it be drawing you a hot bath and lighting candles, cooking your favorite dinner, or just being ready with a warm hug, your nest, stuffies and a massage, he always knew what you needed most and he delivered it to you. 

•Seeing Klaus this way the first time for Elijah was strange, he had been in the middle of planning an enemies demise and stopped mid-threat to run you a bath and put your towel in the dryer for when said bath was done.  It was the moment he knew you were the redemption in Niklaus that Elijah had been searching for.

~He didn't trust you in the presence of other Alphas.

•It offended you the first time he told you, like he didn't trust you but he ensured you that wasn't it.  It was others he didn't trust, other Alphas and what they would do when they met his Omega and saw how perfect she is.

•Though everyone knew he didn't like you around other Alphas, you were the only one who knew another reason was that he was afraid of losing you, afraid of you deciding you wanted an Alpha that wasn't such a 'monster'.

•You made sure you rid him of those thoughts every time they came to his mind, making sure he knew that you saw no monster in his eyes, only the man that you loved more than you had thought possible.

~Every time you go somewhere without him he's excited when you return, needing you in his arms again.

•Pulling you to his chest, letting out a rumble, as close to a purr as an Alpha can get

•Soothing you and knowing it makes you feel just as better as it makes him feel

•He hates you being away from him, he convinced you to quit your job after 2 months of being with him, giving you every reason that you didn't need it anymore so when you still go out to see friends or to a store he worries

~Alphas are intensely emotional and Klaus is no exception, While that emotion is more often than not anger, you see sides of him that no one has ever seen.

•Excited about a new painting he's working on

•Devastated after his mother tries to kill all of them, you ended up with his head on your stomach that night, body between your legs and arms wrapped around you as tight as he dared, not quite crying but you knew he wanted to, never having understood his mothers feelings towards him very much and loving the comfort you brought him

•He learned quickly that you could feel his emotions as he can yours so he stopped trying to lie to you

~He's so much more of a snuggler than anyone would ever believe.

•Big Spoon, Little spoon, head on your chest, stomach or lap, you curled up in his lap, laying your head on his leg, your legs tangled together with you clinging to him and his nails gently scratching your back

~You are the ONLY person in the world that he won't snap at.

•His whole family knows that there are things people just can't say to Klaus, you however can

•Nothing is off limits to you, even when correcting or criticizing a choice he's made

•The one time he does snap back at you and he sees you flinch he instantly calms down, falling to his knees in front of you and burying his face into your stomach, you hesitate only a second before running your fingers through his hair and calming him, knowing it wasn't on purpose and you never had anything to fear from your Alpha

~It always shocks him everytime you defend him, even though you've done it hundreds of times in your life.

•No matter what anyone says you will always defend your Alpha, you knew things would be hard in your lives just because of who and what he is but it will never not be worth it to you

•You defended him to his siblings when they were undaggered, to Mikael when he came to kill your Alpha (a moment that was particularly hard for him), and to his mother, defending all of her children that night.

•Unknown to you Klaus' siblings have told him that was the night they were sold on his Omega, Kol and Rebekah having decided that they liked her after hearing what she really thought of them and not letting their mother call them monsters

~He scent marks you like crazy.

•Running his hands up and down every bit of exposed skin he can, whether it's in your bedroom when you're bare for him, or in the living room with only your legs and arms exposed for him to touch

•He gives you long hugs where he burrows his face into your neck to take in your smell and nuzzle his scent into you

•He loves you in his clothes but knows you can't wear only his shirt and boxers in public -though his family has gotten used to you wearing nothing but as you walk through their house- He usually ends up wrapping his jacket around you, cold or not

•Accidentally brushing up against you whenever he opens a door or pulls out your chair

•He loves your scent, cherishes it, but he doesn't want anyone else smelling it

•Unfortunately he can't do anything about that so he makes sure that every second of every minute of every hour of every day you smell so much like him that instantly after catching your scent another Alpha will also smell him and know that you're protected

•There was only ever one instance where another was allowed to scent you and that was Elijah. You went with him on a day trip to pick something up a few states over and ended up snowed in, Elijah getting you a hotel quick enough. Klaus was pissed that you were unable to go anywhere but he knew you were safe with his big brother, Elijah scented you himself the next day when Klaus' scent wore off, not wanting any other Alphas to smell an Omega and think they had a chance. He knew his brother would be mad but Elijah loves you like a little sister at this point and knew he needed to protect you. He scented you just enough that you could move around the hotel or answer the door to room service without a problem. The moment you got back your Alpha was pulling you from the car and holding you tightly before freezing, taking a deep smell of your neck and looking up at his older sibling. He didn't say a word before nodding at him once and lifting you into his arms, taking you back to his room to scent and mark you for the first time in 3 days. He later told Elijah he was greatful for him protecting you but if he ever did it in any other situation he would tear his heart out

~He also marks you over again quite often.

•Your mating mark is very rarely completely healed over for more than a few hours

•He doesn't like the idea of another Alpha not knowing that Klaus has both fucked and marked you at least in the last 24 hours

~Every time Klaus showers his Omega smells the scent of wet dog, if not just for a moment.

•His Omega loves his scent, a strong essence of Pine trees and bourbon.

•It changes sometimes depending on where he is, when they are snuggling in bed he usually smells more of fresh linens and hot chocolate.

•Fresh out of the shower however, if not just for a passing moment, she catches the scent of wet dog.  Klaus believes it must have something to do with his wolf side and he's relieved it's not a lingering scent she smells but he loves seeing how funny she finds it every time she catches that smell.

~Most people expect Klaus to be the jealous type but he's not, however he is possessive.

•The hybrid actually finds it funny when men hit on you

•He's always right there keeping an eye out so he doesn't have to worry about his Omega, but seeing her roll her eyes and brush another Alpha off is enjoyable.

•However, If someone has the nerve to put their hands on you, that is a problem.

•You know immediately when that happens that this Alpha is going to die tonight and you can resign yourself to that when your waist is held in 2 strong arms.

•Depending on Klaus' mood he might scare the man, or he may tease him, he very much enjoys showing men like that what they will never have, pulling you to his chest and kissing you roughly. Running his hands all over your body and hearing your little moans which lets him know he is turning you on as well.

•If Klaus is already having a bad day though...well, those men you may actually feel the tiniest bit sorry for.  He will have them by the throat before their fingers even brush your skin and pin them to the first wall he finds, deciding whether he wants to make his death last or whisk you home and have his way with you.  It's usually the ladder.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[giyuji]

[KINKTOBER] — cockwarming w/ hawks!

cw. female!reader, 18+ content, cockwarming (obviously), mdni, i'm incapable of not adding fluff to a smut fic it seems.

⸺ Keigo’s a busy man. He didn’t necessarily want to be one, but those are simply the cards he’d been dealt in the game of life. All his days are chock-full of never-ending to-do-lists. Sneaking in a quick moment with his pretty girl is, therefore, becoming increasingly difficult. 

⸺ And so, he uses that innovative brain of his, and settles on a solution. If his work takes him away from you, he will simply take you to his work. He still has to do his job, that tiring amount of paperwork, but, well, it feels a lot less tiring when you’re perched on his lap. 

⸺ Of course, he will never let you tag along when he has to act out the more practical side of his job—but as soon as he makes it back to the office? You best know your ass is glued to his lap.

⸺ Don’t even try leaving. Keigo will frown, and pout, and whine, and lay his chin on your shoulder as he asks why you want to leave him all alone so badly. He did always have a thing for the dramatics. He is ridiculous. Annoying to a fault. But doesn’t that just make him more lovable? You certainly think so. Besides, the triumphant grin he wears once you give in is worth a thousand of his mini tantrums. 

⸺ The tables turn after a while. Now he’s the one annoyed at you, at the way you keep moving, keep shifting in his arms. At this point, he’s convinced you’re doing it on purpose. Which you absolutely did not. 

⸺ Still, he keeps his composure. His adam's-apple bobbing in his throat as he watches you get comfortable, stealing a sneaky glance your way every now and then. Somehow, it seems you never get comfortable; never satisfied at your current position. 

⸺ Keigo ignores you. He ignores you until he can’t stand it any longer. “Fucking—Fuck! Stop it, you…” He exclaims, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. 

⸺ And yet, all you do is throw him your smuggest smile. The glint in your eyes is as devilish as ever as you purposefully grind over his crotch. He loses it at that, a heavy snarl leaving him before both of your cheeks are squished together by the tight hold of his hand. If you squeak in surprise, he'll only apply more force. 

⸺ “Fine. You want my cock so badly? Let’s see how well you take it, hm?” 

⸺ Spoiler: you don’t take it well at all. Especially not when he’s all the way in, his firm balls pressing up against your ass to make sure you’re taking absolutely every inch he has to offer.

⸺ Your slick drips down his base, and still he’s just sitting there. Typing away at his keyboard, sending his little emails, even making calls—the palm of his hand presses against your mouth to stifle your needy whimpers. 

⸺ Don’t you dare try moving again, he will threaten to pull out, and he will act on that threat. 

⸺ So, you sit quietly and obediently, a stifled whine or interrupted sutter slipping out every now and then as he reaches across the desk to get a pen.

⸺ You wordlessly beg him to move, you paw at his chest, his shoulders; you tug on his hair, you even stroke the base of his feathers. It sends shivers down his spine, you can see. 

⸺ You’re needy, tethering on the edge of a lust-filled frenzy, and, yet, all of it diminishes as soon as he delicately cups the back of your head. Keigo pushes you into his chest, presses a soft kiss on your temple, and sighs. 

⸺ He doesn’t have to say it. The way he sighs, and the way his arms hold you, speak for him. This is all he can give you right now. He wants you, maybe even more than you want him, but he can’t right now. 

⸺ You frown, and decide to make things a little easier on your already-struggling boyfriend. With a sweet kiss on the side of his neck, you settled down in his lap again—trying hard not to think about his tip brushing against your inner walls. 

⸺ You can’t always have Keigo, so you’ll take him whenever and however you can. 

⸺ Keigo finishes work quicker once you become pliant in his lap. The feel of your pussy wrapped around him is now more soothing and comforting, the warmth of it having him relax and thus get through the difficulties of work easier. 

⸺ He’s got time to spare once he’s done. The only worthy way to spend it is, of course, to fuck you silly on his hard, wooden desk. As a reward for being so docile, if you will. You take him perfectly, as you always do. 

⸺ You sit on his cock more often than not after this, and the entire office is wondering how Keigo’s sudden increase in workplace efficiency came to be. 

⸺ Keigo, all smiles and full of glee, goes to tell them happily. You smack him over the back of his head before he can get the words out.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST.

[kyovtani]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟐)

— pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

— genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

— word count: 9.6k

— warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation and dumbification, dacryphilia, praising, spitting, (soft) dom!kyou, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (dont do that kids), impreg kink, iwaoi say hi-

— (A/N: and here’s part two! thank you SO much for all the love you sent my way after i published the first part. ngl i was a little nervous bc i thought it was boring and not interesting at all but you guys easily pushed me out of that hole so thank you for everything. i love and appreciate you with my whole heart. all the love, zade xx)

[ part one ]

— summary: after fucking up, you make it your mission to get him back..(im so bad at this pls just- okay.)

"He's not picking up, Hana", you say, another soft cry falling from your lips before you bury your face in your pillow.

“Once in my fucking life a guy treats me good and the way I've always wanted to be treated and I had to fuck it up. Why the fuck am I like this, Hana? Why can I not enjoy one fucking good thing in my fucking mediocre life", the profanities keep coming just like the tears and the amount of frustration and anger rushing through your veins is nowhere near normal anymore.

"Calm down, love", Hana sighs and makes you sit up so she can look into your tear stained face as she tries her best to make sure her words actually find their way to your pain clouded mind, "at this point you shouldn't worry too much because you do know Kyoutani, don't you? He does lose his temper a lot, so give him the time he needs and then you'll show up at his doorstep, suck his cock and make up with him, yeah?", she explains calmly.

"If this hurts you so much, why the fuck did you even say he's just a friend, Y/N? I really don't understand", Hana mumbles and lets out another sigh, her hands caressing yours softly, managing to calm you down a little bit.

“You're right, I should just– give him some time and things will eventually fall into place", you reply after crying a little more and with an encouraging smile your best friend nods at you before she suggests a movie marathon to which you happily agree.

At least something to distract you from all the demons inside your head.

After changing into your pj's and doing your night time routine, you plop down onto the couch next to your bestie again, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and knowing she's probably either sexting or inviting her new boyfriend has you shrugging at her lack of attention as you start looking for a good movie to begin the night with.

However, just when you're about to read the description of some kind of french rom-com, Hana puts her phone back into her lap and starts staring at you with her pretty eyes widened in shock.

"What's wrong?", you ask and turn to look at her, reaching for her hands but before you even get the chance to touch her, Hana unlocks her phone and holds it up for you to watch someone's instagram story.

The video begins with loud music, a crowd full of young college students whose faces definitely are familiar.

Everyone in the video is dancing, making out, smoking and just chatting in a random living room and every now and then there's someone yelling in the back – a typical college party.

However, just as the video is about to end, the camera shifts to a tall male leaning against the wall, obviously standing really close to the person who's filming and it takes you a full blown thirty seconds to realize who said male is.

Kyoutani Kentarou.

You stare at the phone for another minute, your throat dry and your head empty as a thick veil of tears slowly starts blurring your sight before you finally decide to pay attention to the username.

"He can't be fucking serious", you hiss, fisting the blanket beneath you, the urge to punch something or someone becoming unbearable, "what the fuck is he doing at a random college party with – Sora?"

"Y/N, don't–", "Whose party is that?", you interrupt your best friend, not giving a single fuck about her attempts to calm you down; not anymore. Hana gulps harshly and strictly avoids your gaze as she mumbles a name and you roll your eyes, asking her to speak up with an annoyed sigh.

"It's one of Yuuji’s frat parties", and as soon as your best friend says the name of your ex-boyfriend, a cold shiver of disgust runs down your spine and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded from all the emotions rushing through your overwhelmed body.

"Don't follow me if you're going to stop me from leaving, Hana", you say and stand up before quickly disappearing inside your room.

You have no idea how you manage to get dressed, your outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a hoodie you can't even remember buying and you don't even wanna think about what your hair and face look like when you end up leaving the house with your keys and your phone.

After driving this route for over two years on an almost daily basis, it takes you less than ten minutes to arrive in front of the huge house your ex-boyfriend lives in.

The memories start finding their way back into your head way too fast, taking away your breath and numbing your whole body because even if you didn’t love Yuuji anymore, the bitter feeling of betrayal still manages to hit you in just the right way.

It takes you a lot of willpower to actually approach the house and eventually get in. And after being in between the crowds of drunk, stinky college students, you remember why you hate college parties so much.

"I – Wow”, a familiar voice manages to break through the loud music, your instant reaction just an annoyed eye roll, “you were the last person I expected to see at one of our frat parties", Yuuji says and comes to stand in front of you.

His blonde hair messily falling into his handsome face and from the way his whole face seems to be covered in the deepest shade of red – including his eyes – you know that he's probably higher than the stars and you can't help but sigh.

"I'm not here to party, Yuuji", you hiss, feeling the anger crawl up your spine again the longer you look at your ex, "my boyfriend is here and I have to talk to him."

"So you and that tattooed guy are actually a thing? Didn't think so since he, you know – showed up with another girl", Terushima mumbles and pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Yuuji", you spit back and roll your eyes, taking in the way the pretty boy arches his brows up in pure shock at your rather new attitude, "go and get high or whatever you do to feel proud of yourself", are the last words you say to him before you walk away, your heart thrumming inside your throat.

Your eyes roam the huge crowd, desperately searching for the only face you wanna look at right now and you try to remember where they were standing in the video Sora had posted only to realize that you can't remember.

After all you only watched the video once, your whole attention laying on Kyoutani. And after almost fifteen minutes, you find yourself slowly giving up.

Maybe this was just not meant to happen or maybe Kyoutani has left already.

He probably left with Sora- something you can’t and won’t ever blame him for.

After all she's literally one of the prettiest and hottest girls you have ever seen – anyone who rejects her would be out of their mind (or not attracted to girls which isn't the case when it comes to Kyoutani).

You give it another ten minutes of desperately looking around before you let out a deep sigh which gets lost in the loudness and thick air of the party before you finally start making your way back to the front door.

You quickly walk back to your car, trying your best to ignore everyone around you, especially all the drunk guys who are currently about to get into a verbal fight over something totally random and the last thing you want to experience those threats becoming reality.

At some point you're scared they might even include you which is probably why you end up literally sprinting and even though you always park so far away from frat houses just because you've heard way too many stories of people getting their cars stolen during parties, but right now you just wished you would have listened to your gut feeling and parked in front of the fraternity like every normal person.

However, to your life long luck, you spot a tall figure standing a little too close to your vehicle just as you’re about to unlock it. You slow down your movements almost instantly upon seeing the stranger, yet your eyes still try to figure out if it's someone you know despite the darkness surrounding the two of you.

He has probably spotted you by now, after all you're still panting like crazy from speed walking down to where your car is and it takes you a full minute to realize how loud you're actually being.

"Y/N", the male suddenly says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and even though it could have been everyone, it sounds a tad bit too familiar to your ears which is probably why you end up approaching him slowly.

"It's me, Kyoutani", he adds and at the same moment the words leave his lips, you finally recognize his pretty features which seem extra beautiful underneath the bright moonlight.

And then realization hits you.

"How did you know–", "Hana called me and asked if I could make sure you got home even if I didn't want to talk to you. So, here I am. Get in the car so I can tell her I did my part of the job", he interrupts you quickly, obviously not having the intention to interact with you and the way his usually so tender-filled eyes and calming voice are nothing but ice-cold has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.

Never ever did you think about the moment, where Kyoutani puts the cold mask on he loved to hide behind when he had first looked at you all those weeks ago.

And the longer he avoids your gaze, the heavier the burden on your chest becomes.

"I'm sorry, Tani", you whisper, your voice breaking at the end, easily giving away how much his cold demeanor has gotten to you.

“Of course you're not just a friend to me and I d-don't know why I introduced you like that, everything happened so quickly and I – panicked. It's not an excuse and does not justify my behavior but I just wanted you to know that you've always been more than just a friend to me", you continue, managing to keep talking upon realizing that Kyoutani won't interrupt you and the way he even listens to you with his eyes looking everywhere but yours is absolutely enough for you.

"What am I to you then, Y/N? Am I the guy you're casually fucking? Your booty call? Am I your second choice? Like what the fuck do you expect me to say? I know we never put a label to – this", he starts pointing at you and then himself, "but you knew I was serious about it, about you. So, I just don't understand why you would even think about considering me a friend. I told you that I am not one for that friends with benefits kinda shit and you agreed yet you did this and now I can't help but be convinced you just used me to get that Yuuji fucker.”

Kyoutani is angry and he doesn't even try to hide it as he spits out those words, the ones he’s probably been dying to say out loud for the past few days and you know he has every right to actually be mad at you, his words still hit you in a way you didn't expect them to.

"I'd never do that to you, Kentarou; I'd never use you like that, please believe me", you say quickly, a little surprised you're even able to form proper sentences.

“You m-mean so much to me and I just don't know how to put it into words. My heart hurt so much when I watched you type your number into Sora's phone but the demons in my head, they just kept talking over my heart and – I'm just really sorry, Kyou, I really am", you sigh and after realizing that he's not going to look at you, you finally manage to shift your gaze away from his pretty face.

"Go home, Y/N. It's been a long day for both of us and I think some more distance will help me get my mind straight", Kyoutani replies after a long, torturous beat of silence lingering in the cold air and even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped to hear, you're glad he's at least not completely ending it.

"Okay b-but at least let me drive you home?", you ask softly, wiping away the few tears which had managed to escape and when you look up at the beautiful faced male in front of you, his eyes meet you for the first time since what feels like forever and you feel yourself melting away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, the soft pet name sending your mind into the sweetest haze of comfort just like that, "it's only been a few days but I am craving your touch and I just know I'm going to lose it and fuck you against the next best surface if we get into that car together, so I have to decline this offer", he adds and takes another step back, his lips stretching into a tiny smile and you can’t deny how much his words have you gotten you worked up, but you have no choice but to nod.

"Have a good night, baby", Kyoutani sighs and deep down you're hoping for a kiss, after all it's been way too long since you got to feel close to him but instead, he just lifts his hand up and starts waving at you and just as he is about to turn around, you find yourself reaching for his wrist. The fear and despair inside of you making you a little too brave for your personal liking but you know you can't just let him walk away like that.

"Please, Tani- Kyoutani", you whisper and let out a soft sigh of relief when he turns around to face you again, "I won't try anything, I just want to spend a little bit more time with you."

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his dark eyes roaming your face and wandering down your body and even though it feels like he's literally devouring you alive, you enjoy his burning gazes regardless, a hidden part inside of you even craving them.

A solid minute passes by before he lets out a sigh and gives you a nod, his plump lips pressed into a thin line.

It takes you another deep breath and a couple of seconds to actually calm yourself down from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through within the time span of an hour and as you sit there in your car, inhaling the cold air of the night, your mind starts replaying everything that went down, starting from the day you met Kyoutani, to your first and most recent kiss, as well as the encounter with Sora and your deep anger towards Yuuji.

The drive to Kyoutani's apartment passes by in a blur, way too fast for your liking and you can't help but pout when you pull up in front of the huge building, knowing very well that this will be the last interaction with the handsome tattoo artist for the upcoming few days and you can already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He's been awfully quiet, not like you actually said anything but Kyoutani's silence was intense, boring into your soul and actually suffocating you to a point where the urge to just jump out of the car became overwhelming.

You know he's probably going through everything just like you, yet the feeling that his thoughts are more on the negative side just won't leave you alone and you hate the way your assumptions are being confirmed as soon as Kyoutani turns to look at you.

"I – love you, Y/N", he suddenly says, his voice soft and calm, yet still deep and the way it's filled with tenderness and the sweetest bit of longing makes the effect of those magical words even heavier.

Your lips part in shock, your head having a difficult time actually processing his confession and you can feel your whole body going into a standby mode.

"But you're not good for me."

You remember the way your heart broke into thousands of pieces when you found out the alleged love of your life was cheating on you without even batting an eye.

The pain was so intense and heavy, you didn't know how to deal with it and at some point you were convinced that your heart had stopped beating for a solid minute. It was bad, left you speechless and threw you into a hole of darkness you barely managed to escape from, yet still leaving you grateful for the experience.

You thought your first heartbreak would be able to prepare you for what's to come in the future, but what you went through as soon as those words had fallen past Kyoutani’s lips, can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before.

Your heart starts clenching as his words keep replaying inside of your head and your throat so is going absolutely dry from your desperate attempts to gasp for air as the feeling of being suffocated comes back.

Everything around you seems to disappear, your eyes still focused on Kyoutani's intense gaze as the feeling of emptiness starts filling up your whole body.

You easily lose track of time, your heart beat so slow and heavy and when the wave of reality crashes you yet again, an almost inaudible sob falls past your lips.

"B-But...", you can't get yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat and soft cries the only thing filling the inside of your car.

And yet, there are so many things you want to tell him, so many things rushing through your mind at the highest speed, almost impossible to grasp them and actually put them into proper sentences.

"You have too much control over me. I lost myself trying to fit into the picture of a lover you need and deserve. But – I am not who I used to be anymore”, Kyoutani explains, nervously rubbing the sides of his pierced node with his thumb as he avoids looking in your direction at all costs.

“I am scared of losing what's obviously not mine. You make me feel weak and vulnerable and I just can't deal with it. You've become the center of my world, and I can't control how much it affects me. How much you affect me and – I hate it", he continued, his voice is still incredibly calm, yet a bittersweet tone of fear coating every single one of his words.

"B-But...", yet again, the whole of your vocabulary seems vanished, not one word to say as the knot in your throat tightens even further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought I could do it but – I am not meant to love and you deserve to be loved in the most special way possible”, he takes another quick break, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “and that's why I'm letting you go. Please, don't hate me. Take care and – goodbye, my love.”

Those are his last words before he presses his lips against your forehead, making your head spin like crazy because of the contrast of his heartbreaking words and his soft kiss.

Kyoutani leaves without saying another word. He doesn't even look back once as he walks away and enters the apartment building, while you can't stop staring at the door with hot tears streaming down your cheeks and loud sobs filling the suffocating air surrounding you.

There you are, yet again.

Your eyes staring into the dark night as your body tries to cope with the intensity of pain you've thought you had overcome.

The constant breaking of your heart starts numbing every part of your body and you slowly start losing yourself in this certain kind of darkness.

Seconds turn into minutes and without even realizing, a whole hour has gone by with you staring into nothing.

Your mind plays games with you as it keeps replaying his words, his behavior, his kiss and the feeling of slowly but certainly going insane as you get out of the car a little too fast.

You tumble back, the sudden coldness hitting you right in the face and the mental as well as physical exhaustion has your body trembling.

And then it hits you.

The wave of anger, wrath, frustration and hatred literally wakes you up, pulls you back into reality and ends up taking over you completely.

Your eyes find the huge apartment building Kyoutani lives in, staring at it as if you could set it on fire and you know what you're about to do is a bad idea but your body acts before your mind can even get the chance to intervene.

And that's how you find yourself almost brutality slamming your fist against Kyoutani's door, your heart hammering against your rib cage way too fast for it to be still physically healthy and ten thousand different thoughts rushing through your chaotic mind.

"What the fuck is going – Y/N", Kyoutani looks at you with his pretty eyes slightly widened in shock, his lips parting as he struggles to keep his eyes on you and a disgusting feeling of shame and embarrassment starts filling you up.

You know this is pathetic, you are aware of how stupid you look standing in front of him like this but you just can't get yourself to actually care about it.

"Y/N, please don't-", "No, I listened to what you had to say and now I'm going to talk and you're going to listen to me. Before that I am not going anywhere because I deserve this", you cut him off, hands balled into fists as you try to stay calm but the more you think about his words in the car, the angrier you get.

"I–", Kyoutani sighs, his eyes nervously roaming your face and upon noticing the way you seem to shiver from the cold and your lack of clothing, he lets his conscience get the best of him, "alright, come in then.”

You follow him inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and Kyoutani's favorite febreeze scent filling your nose and you hate the way how comfortable you are.

After all you've been spending quite some time in this apartment; visiting him after your classes so he could bury his face between your legs and then offer you some homemade food, followed by a good old ghibli movie and lots of cuddles has become some kind of routine.

Oh, how you hate him for ruining all of those memories.

"Do you want something to drink? You're probably freezing", he offers, his voice filled with concern and you know he is right and you'd definitely give everything for a cup of tea and maybe some water, you still shove all of your body’s basic needs into the very back of your head and try to regain your composure.

"I – you – we", you take a deep breath, your mind struggling to put all of those racing thoughts into some kind of order, yet failing miserably.

But there's so much you want to say to him; so many things you want him to hear and now that you are actually standing in front of him, your body betrays you.

"You're a fucking coward, Kyoutani Kentarou", is the first thing you finally manage to let out, "and I hate you for leaving me like this. I fucking hate you.”

Deep down, you hate yourself for saying those words; the choice of words and the incredible heaviness they come with are usually not your way of expressing yourself yet you're not regretting them.

You don't know how this night is going to end, maybe this will be the last time you get to see Kyoutani or he'll eventually fuck you into oblivion and you finally end up together; but nevertheless you want your words to hurt him; you want them to wake him up just like his did to you.

"How dare you confess your love to me and tell me I basically ruined your life in the same breath when you're the one who's fucking all of this – us up. Yes, I’ve made a mistake and I've been regretting my choice of words for the past four days, even came to the point where I accepted your distance and decided to let go because I know how much my words hurt you. But us ending like this? Definitely not going to happen", Kyoutani stares at you with his pretty eyes focusing you attentively, barely blinking, not moving at all; he’s just listening to you.

"I just – don't understand how you can be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? Oblivious to what?", he asks, his voice a little deeper and raspier, sending goosebumps straight dow your spine as if your body needed to remind you the effect he has on you.

"Oblivious to everything. This is what love does to people, Kentarou. Of course you're going to feel weak and vulnerable because of me - because of the one you love. After all the point of being loved and loving someone else is showing those vulnerabilities and weakness to the person you trust the most because you know, or at least you hope, they won't take advantage of it.”

You take a deep breath, your mind slowing down as you ease yourself into his calming embrace and subconsciously losing yourself in the comfort it comes with.

“I'm yours. I've been yours since the very first day and we both know this, that's why you are so scared of losing me. And that's why my words hurt you so much”, you can tell that he’s already processing your words as much as he can; his habit of scratching the back of his head giving him away easily.

"You said you've lost yourself trying to fit into this picture of someone who I deserve but – you are the one who created that picture in the first place. Just because my first boyfriend was an alleged goody two shoes doesn't mean that you have to be like that too. Fuck that", you hiss, the thought of Kyoutani changing even the slightest bit about himself sending jolts of anger through your veins, "I don't care if you dropped out of college or that you have tattoos and piercings and bleach blonde hair. None of that matters to me because it's you, your kind heart and your pure soul I fell in love with.”

And suddenly - you can feel the burden on your shoulders disappear when those certain words leave your lips and the second Kyoutani raises his eyebrows in slight surprise before he locks eyes with you again has another breath of fresh air run through your suffocated lungs.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, Kyoutani Kentarou. Believe it or not, but for me, you're perfect just like this, with all your tiny habits and every single tattoo. There's nothing I'd change about you and I'm genuinely, truly sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me. You're a great guy and I guess that's why I ran back here after sitting in that car, crying for an hour because I couldn't stop thinking about the way you confessed your love to me”, you feel the thick veil of tears appear before they manage to block your sight, making the pretty face in front of you turn into bourry little pixels as your emotions overwhelm you.

“And yes, you are meant to be loved; maybe not meant to be loved by me but you deserve to be loved, do you hear me?"

You go up to him, closing some of the distance between the two of you before your finger darts out and poke his strong chest, trying to ease the tension after letting go of all those thoughts, "you deserve to love and to be loved because you're a good person. And I just – wanted to thank you for letting me into your life. Meeting you, getting to know the beautiful person you are has been one of the best things that has happened to me and I will cherish these memories forever."

And with those words you take a deep breath, let out another sigh, goving away your acceptance of defeat before you lift your head and prepare yourself to say your last goodbye no matter how painful it is.

"Take care, Kyoutani Kentarou and thank you, for everything", the words fall past your lips in the form of a whisper solely because you're too scared to break if you raised your volume just slightly.

You turn around and feel the first tear find its way down your cheek before you even get to walk away.

And just as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching you makes you halt your movements.

"D-Don't go", Kyoutani suddenly says, his voice breaking when he comes to stand behind you, so close you can actually feel the warmth he's radiating, "I need you...so bad", he whispers into your ear, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck and it's like everything that happened tonight becomes irrelevant.

You turn around, not expecting Kyoutani to push you against the door with his whole body, yet still embracing him as much as you can.

With a soft sob, you start inhaling his unique scent, grazing his soft skin with your fingers and letting the warmth blossom inside of your chest after feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Don't leave me, please", he cries, the tears running down his flushed cheeks despite his desperate attempts of holding back, "let's do this whole love thing.”

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, just hugging each other, taking in each other's presence and calming down from everything that has happened in such a short time. You finally calm down completely, Kyoutani's soft touches and tiny kisses give you the last bit of energy you needed and for the first time in almost three months, there's not one demon in your head trying to make you overthink something.

Because this feels perfect; there's literally no other word to describe the feeling of holding Kyoutani Kentarou and being held by him.

But nevertheless, you've been on a constant adrenaline rush for the past four hours and the exhaustion has been killing you, making you grow tired a lot faster than usual.

"What about moving this to your room, hm? I'd rather fall asleep with you in your bed than against the door; especially because I know the boys are out and will be coming home soon", you say softly, lifting Kyoutani's head from the crook of your neck and looking at him.

He sighs and gives you a soft kiss, giving you a nod in response before he gets himself to let go of you; his warmth leaving with him and it's almost disgusting how you literally crave his presence.

After Kyoutani makes you drink two glasses of water to avoid the dehydration of your body, he hands you one of his thick hoodies and leaves you to get ready in his bathroom.

You come back to the sight of him sitting against the headboard of his king sized bed, his oversized shirt revealing the perfect amount of collarbones and you enjoy the sight of his pretty skin and the dark lines covering most of it as well as the way his sweats hug his strong thighs in the best way possible.

And as you watch his eyes lazily roam your body, a hot jolt of arousal finds its way through your veins and right to your cunt.

"Don't look at me like that, sweet girl", Kyoutani suddenly groans and cocks his head to the side, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he gulps harshly; his eyes never once leaving yours.

"B-But Tani...", you reply, approaching him with tiny steps become you come to stand right next to his tall figure, feeling yourself growing needier because of the way your body is craving his touch now more than ever.

“Baby…”, he replies and gulps harshly, knowing your body better than yourself after weeks of getting to know you in a way nobody has ever before.

"Please, Tani...please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I've been waiting for so long...", you plead, your fingers coming to graze his pretty lips as memories of all the times he had turned you into a crying mess with those lips.

Kyoutani is just as affected by the change in tension as you, the slight bulge in his grey sweatpants as well as the hunger burning in his eyes giving him away.

"You're such a pretty angel girl, aren’t you?", he whispers and sits up, pulling you closer to make you stand in between his legs as he starts caressing your hot cheeks with his fingers.

“Yet you're saying all those naughty things”, Kentarou chuckles deeply, “imagine how people would react if they knew what a cockhungry little slut you actually are", upon hearing those degrading names, your cunt starts clenching around nothing and a high pitched whimper escaped your throat.

"For you...", you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth the second Kyoutani starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling the material of his shirt a little too tightly.

"Of course, baby, you're mine after all and this sweet cunt", the sudden feeling of his palm pressing against the damped fabric of your panties has you gasping for air, "belongs to me, and me only", Kyoutani grunts, pulling the skin of your neck between his lips before he starts sucking gently as well as slowly moving his fingers against the lacey fabric between your legs.

"Yes, it's yours", you reply, after several weeks of being intimate with Kyoutani you've learned one thing and that's how much he loves hearing you say all those dirty and lewd things, "please fuck me."

"Patience, my love, patience. I am going to fuck you", Kentarou replies calmly and suddenly pushes you away, his hands disappearing from your body and when your lid flutter open because of the lack of touch, he shoots you one of his cocky smirks, "but let's not forget the whole friend situation, hm? What about you make it up to me before I fuck you like the little whore you are?"

His words have excitement rush through your blood, your head literally spinning just from the thought of finally getting to be on the giving end after weeks of him playing the selfless lover.

You nod eagerly, anticipation sparkling in your eyes as you watch him palm himself over his sweats before you get on your knees and wait for him to let go of his now fully erect cock.

However, the more seconds pass by like this, the more nervous you become because for some reason you suddenly remember that you've basically never sucked dick before.

Your head shoots up with slight panic written all over your face and of course Kyoutani notices your change in demeanor right away.

"What's wrong, angel?", he asks you and stops the movements of his hands.

"I don't know how to do it, Tani", you whisper, knowing there's no point in being shy about it, after all he happens to be the guy you've experienced your most firsts with.

"It's okay, baby, I'm going to help you”, Kyoutani replies and actually loses his composure for a second, “fuck baby, don't look at me like this when I'm literally about to fuck your throat", he hisses, throwing his head back as he grunts and his hips desperately bucking into the air.

Kyoutani takes another deep breath before he finally pushes his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and with your eyes focused on his movements, you watch him pull out his hard length, a soft hiss falling past his plump lips when the coldness of the room grazes the slightly wet tip of his cock.

You gulp harshly, his impressive size in girth as well as length has your pussy throbbing like crazy, yet you can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to fit inside of you.

“Don't worry, baby, I know you're going to take all of my cock like the good girl you are", Kyoutani says after observing your facial expressions for some time.

"Give me your hand", he asks you softly, his voice still raspy and incredibly hoarse yet still soothing and you appreciate his attempts to calm himself down so you won't feel too nervous. With your heart slamming against your rib cage, you lift your hand up and are slightly overwhelmed at the sudden feeling of Kyoutani's warm spit pooling inside your palm. Without adding anything, he straightens himself and motions you to stroke his hard cock.

Not once do you stop looking at him as you wrap your fingers around the base of his impressive length and slowly start jerking him off.

Kyoutani cocks his head to the side, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and his eyes constantly fluttering close.

"Start with the tip, angel- just wrap your lips around it and start sucking, but be careful with your teeth, yeah baby?", he grunts, his hips thrusting into your fist every time the pace of your strokes slows down.

You give him yet another nod before look up at him one more time and do as he says.

The feeling of his cock between your lips is – different.

It feels like it's not supposed to be there, yet the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue has you sighing softly. Your tongue darts out, giving his tip a tiny kitten lick before you go back to sucking on it eagerly.

And while you seem to enjoy it a lot, Kyoutani is going absolutely crazy. You can see the way he's tensing his body as his grip in the bed sheets tightens and the vein on his neck pops out.

"F-Fuck, baby, just like that", he praises you "now try to take more of it in a-and use your hand for the rest", Kyoutani's voice is shaky, his eyes are nervously roaming your swollen lips and the string of spit connecting them to the tip of his cock.

Without giving it another thought, you take a deep breath and take more of him, trying your best to not graze his sensitive cock with your teeth and despite your initial struggle, you still enjoy the feeling of his cock on your tongue.

You subconsciously wrap your fingers around the part of his cock which you can't fit inside your mouth and suddenly it's like your body knows exactly what to do.

Kyoutani's moans grow louder and the soft thrusts of his hips become a little less controlled. You look up at him every now and then, trying your best to keep the steady rhythm as you bop your head.

And then he suddenly thrusts his length all the way to the back of your throat, your gag reflex just about to go off when he pulls back which is the moment you take notice of the tears streaming down your cheeks.

You give him a soft smile before going back to wrapping your lips around his tip, but you don't get very far.

Kyoutani pulls you back, his grip on the back of your neck not firm enough to hurt you.

"I promise I'm going to fuck your throat properly and even cum in your mouth the next time we do this but right now I just can't stop thinking about that tight cunt of yours", he says, helping you get up and almost instantly pulling you onto his lap; his wet cock rubbing against your panty covered core as Kyoutani pulls you in for a kiss.

It's sloppy and rushed, the way his tongue grazes over yours before he pulls it between his lips and starts sucking at it. Your hips start moving against his cock, your sensitive pussy craving some kind of friction as the arousal has your head spinning like crazy.

You start moaning and whimpering into his mouth when Kyoutani’s hips start meeting your desperate movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure onto your needy clit.

You feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, the clenching of your cunt becoming worse the more you hump Kyoutani's cock like a woman starved.

But nothing prepares you for the feeling of one of his large digits entering you. Your hole start clenching around his finger Kyoutani pushes another one in, both digits buried inside of your little cunt.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to finger you nice and slow so you're ready for my cock. Now come on, my love; show me what a good whore you are and ride my fingers", Kyoutani encourages you, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin behind your ear and without missing a beat, your hips meet the skillful thrusts of his fingers.

Kyoutani continues to whisper naughty things into your ear, his other hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

Your high hits you hard and fast, the intensity knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for it; something you should be used to by now yet still can't believe is even possible.

He pushes you off of his lap softly, helps you get rid of his shirt as well as your ruined panties before he makes you lay down in the middle of his bed; eyes locking with yours when he also starts undressing.

"My pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your thighs, spanking you every now and then just because he's absolutely obsessed with the way your whole body tenses whenever his hand meets your skin.

“Look at me", he orders and almost instantly your head shoots up to meet his gaze, the sight of his naked body distracting you a lot more than you expected but after all this is the first time you get to see the rest of his tattoos; the ones you usually only get a tiny glimpse of depending on his outfit choice.

Kyoutani spreads your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours even when he starts jerking off again and you can't hold back the soft whimpers and begs leaving your lips.

But also something about his flushed cheeks and swollen lips as well as his messy hair falling into his face has you incredibly turned on.

"We've never talked about this before but are you on the pill, baby?", he asks, pushing one of his thumbs into his mouth before he brings it down to your clit and starts rubbing soft circles into it, making you arch your back off of the mattress as you bury your face in the pillow to keep your noises down.

"N-No", you whisper, a deep sigh coming from Kyoutani and even though you know you shouldn’t do it, you stop him from bending over to the drawer of his nightstand, making him look at you in confusion.

“But I still want you to raw me, please...", you add and gulp harshly when his whole body seems to go into some kind of haze once the words leaveyour lips.

Kyoutani looks at you, his eyes darkening even more as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud moan of your name.

"I can't just raw you, baby", he presses through gritted teeth, his mask slowly falling apart the more you rub yourself against his cock, "you've never had sex without a condom and my pull out game is weak, even weaker when it comes to you because fuck – the thought of filling you up with my cum sounds so fucking good", Kyou groans when you scoot up a little, taking his length into your hand before you line him up with your entrance.

"B-But what if you get pregnant, sweet girl?", he sighs and tries to pull away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his pretty eyes.

"That will just show everyone around us how well you've fucked me", you whisper and elicit another deep moan from him, his whole body shaking slightly as he tries to hold himself back from just pounding into you.

"Such a cockhungry whore", he hisses and – finally – starts pushing his fat cock into your tiny cunt, the slight stretch making you both gasp for air.

“If that's what you want, then that’s what you get, you little slut. I'm going to fucking raw you and fill you up with all of my cum, make you my cumslut", Kyoutani grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he harshly grabs your face and looks into your eyes as he buries more of himself inside of you.

"F-Fuck, you're big", you whimper, throwing your head back and trying your very best to stop clenching around his cock.

“We're almost there, baby- you got this, s-stop clenching", Kyoutani grunts against your parted lips. Without a warning, Kyoutani pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of you, bottoming out completely.

“F-Fuck...you’re so– tight”, Kentarou grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “it’s like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“S-So good...so fucking good, nngh-”, your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he obviously tries to calm himself down.

And then he finally starts moving.

A deep, guttural moan leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most delicious way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Mhm, just like that, you little brat”, he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how he’s been imagining it all this time, “coming up to me and talking about having your little cunt rawed like some cumhungry little whore.”

You start nodding almost instantly at his words, your brain barely recognizing them, the only thing you can focus on being the way the tip of his cock grazes the entrance to your womb with every harsh, brutal thrust of his hips.

His thrusts find a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth”, Kyoutani grunts, a single drop of sweat finding its way down the center of his tattooed chest, the sight making you whimper and whine for him even louder as you part your lips as soon as you process his words.

“You know what? I’d rather have you say it”, he suddenly hisses, pulling his cock out of your spasming cunt before he presses your legs together and shoves himself back inside of you with one skilled thrust of his hips.

You have no idea at what point you start crying but by the time Kyoutani's moans and grunts start picking up their pace, you're a sobbing mess.

“S-Say wh-what?”, you sob, hiding your tear and spit stained face behind your hands, not daring to look up at him.

“I want you to ask for my spit and beg for my cum”, Kentarou’s voice grows raspier, the dominance seething through every single one of his words makes it so easy for you to fall even further into the hole of absolute submission, “and stop hiding yourself, angel girl..I wanna watch the way I’m fucking your brains out.”

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

And before you can even comprehend his next movement, you hear the loud sound of skin meeting skin followed by the delicious feeling of a sting sending jolts of pain through your body, something you’ve come to love after so many hours with the tattoo artist.

“I told you to ask and beg for it, angel girl..you’re making me wait”, Kentarou spits, never once halting the movements of his hips as he watches the way you start sobbing even more, your cunt spasming around his cock after his painful spank.

“Please...f-fuck, please spit in my mouth and my face and on my cunt- want it all”, you start brabbling, another row of incohrent begs following right afterwars as your hips sloppily meet his harsh thrusts, “I want you to stuff me full of your cum, too- please, Daddy, wanna be your little c-cumdumpster.”

“There you go..”, Kyoutani’s plump lips stretch into a big smile as his cock throbs at the sound of that one forbidden little word he’s come to love even more after hearing it from you only a handful of times.

He didn’t hesitate to tell you about how much it turns him on around two weeks after the two fo you had started dating and even though he never really expected you to use it, he was secretely hoping for you to overcome your shyness.

You had used it only twice before when the pleasure had gotten too much for your brain to handle and Kyoutani knew you’d stop holding yourself back as soon as you got a taste of his cock.

“What did you just call me, pretty girl?”, he cooes, giggling softly at the way you whimper and cry even harder, knowing oh so well what he wants to hear.

And for the first time you just can’t get yourself to argue with the little voice in the back of your head; the feeling of his cock stretching your tiny cunt making it so, so easy to just let go of all those doubts and worries.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply and look into his eyes, groping your own tits as you arch your back to feel him even deeper inside of you, “n-need your cum inside of me...please- want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You don’t really expect it, yet your pussy almost instantly start clenching around his cock when kyoutani harshly grabs your face, making you part your lips before he spits into your mouth.

The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot muscle of your tongue.

You hum softly before you swallow it all, a gentle sob escaing your lips before you look up at him again.

"Now go on, angel girl”, he growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for your Daddy and show me what only I can do to you.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling of your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such heaviness, you're left absolutely breathless.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherent words leaving your lips before you stop trying and just start crying for your precious Daddy.

"That's my baby”, is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Kyou, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? I'm so proud of you", Kyoutani praises you, his thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he's digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you can only assume that he's also quiet close, "you're also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely..."

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Kyoutani's parted lips.

"Please, Daddy...need you to fill me up with your cum", you encourage him and when you slowly push two of your fingers into his mouth, knowing how much he loves to suck on them no matter what situation you’re both in, you finally get to see his whole face crunch up in pleasure.

His body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Kyoutani buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the inside of his empty room.

"I love you so much", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I love you, too, D-Daddy”, you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling yourself grow even smaller underneath his strong yet comforting gaze, “thank you for giving us a chance", you add and pull him into for another kiss.

"Kyoutani Kentarou, your favorite group of walking disappointments is back and better than ev - oh", Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyoutani's High School best friend, fellow tattoo aritst and roommate suddenly yells and almost brutally slams open the door, startling you to the last bone in your body.

Kyoutani is quick to cover you up with his body, his hand reaching for one of the blankets on the floor as he grunts in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know–", "What is it, Iwa-Chan? Is he jerking off again? Kyoutani Kentarou you little piece of shit, just go and fuck that–", just like Iwaizumi, Oikawa – who also happens to be his best friend, felow tattoo artist and roommate – comes to stand in the doorway, bumping into his best friend before he finally spots the two of you.

"You're naked", he points out, closing his eyes almost instantly after realizing what he has just come to witness and despite the disgusting feeling of wanting to disappear and never come back again, you can't help but giggle at their shocked and slightly disgusted faces.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, still making sure to hide you behind his body before he hands you the blanket and lets his eyes shift to the door, looking at his best friends in pure disbelief.

"Kawa stop fucking staring and – can you two please fuck off?", he yells, pulling the boys back to reality and the way both of them shift to look at you only to blush from their necks to their ears has you chuckling softly.

This type of situation is nothing you’re not used to – unfortunately.

"Uhm – of course! Oh, my fucking God! So sorry, Kyou", Iwaizumi stutters and wraps his fingers around the doorknob, avoiding your eyes as much as he can before he pushes Oikawa away and then closes the door with another row of apologies.

Kyoutani just looks at you apologetically as he shakes his head and face palms himself, making the both of you burst into loud laughter.

And after taking a shower together and actually eating some late dinner with the boys, you fall asleep with Kyoutani's arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried inside the crook of your neck and one last love confession.

And when those sweet words fall past his lips yet again, you realize – you're finally home.

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