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kitten4sannie · 1 year ago

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𝔯𝔲𝔫, 𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔦𝔱, 𝔯𝔲𝔫

“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?”

pairing: wolf hybrid! san x bunny hybrid! fem reader

genre: hybrid/omegaverse, smut

summary: your boyfriend’s rut has (un)fortunate timing.

w.c: 3.7k

“All of me, silly boy. Everything.”

warnings: hard dom! san (wolf sannie is so mean ><), sub! reader, possessiveness, pet names (sweetheart, bun, bunny, baby, etc), name calling, daddy kink, san has a massive cock btw, degradation/praise, filthy dialogue (i went wilddd), cnc, primal play (ofc), subspace, face-fucking, brief breath play, manhandling, brief blood drinking, biting/marking, face/pussy slapping, size kink, bulge kink, impreg kink, breeding kink, knotting, multiple positions, creampies, cockwarming, dumbification

a/n: this is a major brain rot moment bc goddamn i just wanna be a little bunny that gets eaten up by big bad wolf sannie yk? ughh esp considering san went full alpha wolf mode in that warriors dance performance vid ksksjd. anywayy thank you to “here me out” anon for sending me that primal play ask — i’m sorry it took me ages to post but this is for you bb <3 okay lovelies: put on some mood music, get all comfy in your beds, and enjoy the ride 🖤

song recs: predator by anomy5 (ty haruuu @stardragongalaxy <3), destroy me by mr. kitty, mascara by deftones

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You climbed out of the passengerside of your boyfriend’s truck, taking a deep inhale of the fresh air around you, studying your serene surroundings. There were countless pine trees beyond the clearing you were standing in, going on for miles and miles, swallowing up the land around you. It was the perfect place to have a nice, quiet picnic with the love of your life.

“Oh, bunny,” San called out in a sing-song tone, only the tips of his fluffy black ears sticking up past the top of his truck before he walked around the back and over to you, holding a thick pleated blanket and a picnic basket in his arms. He tilted his head, one of his ears rotating slightly in response to a flock of birds that flew past the red-orange sky above the both of you. “Are you ready?”

“Of course I am, pretty boy,” you returned, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, only for San to let out a small, though obvious growling sound, nipping at your bottom lip, his ears twitching slightly. Holding back a moan, you opened your surprised eyes, your own ears instinctively standing on high alert. “San?”

Your boyfriend’s once furrowed brows relaxed, along with his features, making sure to give you a soft, dimpled smile. His body was beginning to overheat dangerously fast, but he didn’t know if he should inform you yet. He didn’t want to ruin such a nice picnic date. “Yes, baby?”

You blinked your big doe eyes at him. “Are you okay?”

San’s eyes glazed over for a split second, a prick of uneasiness shooting through your body at the sight of it. It was instinctual fear, reminding you of the way things would be if you weren’t civilized hybrids — though, it sent something else through you that you weren’t particularly familiar with.

“I’m just peachy, baby,” San reassured, running a hand through his dark locks, giving you a toothy smile. “Now, let’s have our little picnic.” His smile grew wider, pointed shiny fangs glinting in the warm evening light. “I’m starving.”

You couldn’t quite pinpoint what you were feeling, but did you really need to? Not when slick was already leaking out of your cunt and along your inner thighs. Instead of confronting the bubbling situation, you mirrored his smile, showing off your smaller, more rounded set of teeth. “Me too!”

You had shared some fizzy drinks and a small spread of food on your picnic blanket with San, idly chatting about whatever was on your mind, occasionally going into bouts of comfortable silence, your minds unable to stop focusing on the presence of something that couldn’t be ignored. The scent that was radiating off of San was unlike anything you had encountered previously. It was so stifling, so hot, like fire and ember, burning the tip of your tongue and lighting the wick inside your core. Though you hadn’t spoken about it, you were very certain your boyfriend was in–

“Bunny…” he mumbled underneath his breath, his head angled at the ground so that you couldn’t see how flushed his angular cheeks had become, how his eyes were hooded and unfocused, and the drool that was leaving his lips. “Daddy’s not feeling like himself right now.”

Biting your lip, you tilted your head, grabbing onto one of your elongated rabbit ears and stroking it out of habit. “Are…you in a rut, Daddy?” The low growling that San emitted through his clenched teeth gave you all the confirmation you needed. “I don’t mind, you know.”

“Huh..?” San sat up a bit from his hunched position, tilting his head to the side. “You mean that, bun?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, your ears flopping a bit from your quick movements. Your eager expression softened significantly, looking at San past your long wispy eyelashes, swiping at your lip and making it glisten with your saliva. “Should we play hide and seek, Sannie? Or how about tag? You win if you catch me.” San was leaning in closer to you, just as you followed his lead, your bodies drawn to one another like magnets.

“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?” His lips were just barely brushing over yours, your combined breaths leaving you a bit dizzy.

You giggled softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. “All of me, silly boy.” Your fingers drifted along his sharp jaw and into his hair, your gaze lowering to his lips. “My body.” You left a small kiss on his cheek. “My heart.” You held his heated face as your pressed your lips onto his. “Everything.”

Something snapped within San in that moment. He immediately stood up, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, like he would run out of air at any second. You knew your time with your gentle, loving Sannie was long gone for the time being, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“I’ll give you on the count of three to run, baby.” San lowered his chin and looked down at you past his black bangs, a distant look in his glazed over eyes. They were bright red and glowing, his pupils forming into small slits. “Three…” he began gruffly, one side of his upper lip twitching up slightly to reveal a pointy, white canine.

“Sannie…” you murmured to yourself, standing up from the picnic blanket and taking a few steps back, leaves and sticks crunching underneath your feet.

“Two…” he continued in an eerily soft tone, pulling at the neckline of his t-shirt, sweat starting to become visible on his smooth tan skin. San slowly started to hunch over, his heavy, uneven breaths causing a vaporous fog to form in the air near his drooling mouth.

Knowing how incredibly fast and agile San was, especially when he was in such an animalistic headspace, you found yourself turning around and taking off into the forest in an instant, your heartbeat already beginning to thump inside your ears from how fast you were running.

“One…” San exhaled to himself, reaching up over his head and pulling his shirt off, ripping through it with his sudden influx of strength. He leaned back and stretched, taking in a deep inhale, able to smell the scent of your arousal from where he was standing, despite you already putting a fair amount of distance between the two of you. It brought a delighted smile to his flushed face, his eyes forming crescent moons. “You better run as fast as you can, little rabbit, before the big, bad wolf comes and finds you.”

You didn’t know if it was your instinctual fear as prey kicking in that made you take off running first, or the sweet anticipation of getting taken down by your ravenous boyfriend and truly being put in your place. It didn’t matter, anyhow. You knew that once he got his hands on you, there was no going back.

Rough pieces of wood and pebbles temporarily embedded themselves in the soft soles of your bare feet as you quickly scampered through the dark woods ahead of you, too busy weaving through nearby pine trees to realize you had lost your shoes somewhere along the way.

You didn’t stop until you found a particularly large tree, one that was far older than the rest, covered in moss and layers of aged bark, the roots coming out like tendrils and burying themselves underneath the foliage and dirt. Pressing your back against it and making yourself as small as possible, you pressed your hand over your lace-covered chest, feeling your heart pound against your sweaty palm, not very concerned with the state of your somewhat disheveled dress. Not so distant sounds of howling drifted through the chilly night air and into your soft, tufted ears. They twitched slightly, the heat that was pooling in your core multiplying at the thought of what was to come.

San’s past warnings swept through your spinning mind. “Bunny, I’m not in my right mind during that time period,” he said with a concerned, though undoubtedly hungry look in his eyes, “I…end up wanting you so bad that I probably wouldn’t hesitate to take you in any and every way I want as long as I have you to myself…”

Yet, San was usually so gentle with you, so soft when he made love to you, lightly brushing his calloused hands along your body like you were made of glass, his brown eyes brimming with tears, using his lips to imprint echoes of love into your skin.

More wetness leaked out of you as if on command, the pheromones radiating off of San’s overheated body even from a distance sending your brain straight into breeding mode, reminding you that your gentle Sannie was no longer there. He was just a wolf that wanted to ravage you. Despite this, you found yourself wanting him. You needed him inside you. Needed him to pump his cum into your womb and make you his over and over again. It would be just like the story books. He’d swallow you up and and leave you knocking at heaven’s door — and you knew one thing for certain. He was going to tear you apart. Your lips curled into a small smile just as a raspy, deep voice broke your concentration.

“Caught you, little bunny,” San proclaimed in an eerily calm manner, his words interrupted by his drawn-out, heavy breaths, his bare chest rising and falling at a much slower, more deliberate pace than before.

“Wh-what? How?” you squeaked, digging your fingers into the tree, breaking off bits of bark underneath your tight grasp.

“My silly bunny.” San chuckled, shaking his head, getting closer and closer to you. “I could smell how fucking wet that cunt of yours is from a mile away.” His eyes were focused solely on yours, but it was like he was looking through you, as if he was already inside your mind and body — already marking what was his with his presence alone. “Do you want me to eat you up that badly?”

There were times that San teased you, of course, but was always playful. Innocent, even. This was…something else. He definitely wasn’t playing around this time. You knew for certain. You could see it in his glowing, blood red eyes.

You nodded your head, pressing yourself back into the tree, finding it hard to swallow. You wanted him bad. Needed him.

San took a step towards you, twigs snapping underneath the weight of his heavy feet. “Now, now, sweetheart. You have to use your words for me, okay?” He ran his tongue across his large incisors, titling his head to the side. “You’ll let Daddy have a taste of his cute little bunny, won’t you? Or are you going to make me take what’s mine?”

“Take what’s yours, Daddy, please, until I can’t take it anymore,” you requested, your words and sad, pathetic whining sending San into a deeper, more animalistic headspace, revealing it to you through the quick lunge he made in your direction.

Suddenly, you were forced down onto your knees, San’s large hand pushing your head down until you were eye-level with his crotch. San took your hand and led it below his belt, letting you feel what was trapped inside, his rock-hard cock throbbing against your trembling fingertips. He gave you a small pout, almost making you forget about your position until he spoke. “See what you do to me when you act like a needy cock-hungry slut, little bunny? See how hard you make Daddy?”

“Yeah, I see, Daddy. Your cock’s so hard it probably hurts, huh?” you mused, giggling a bit, your amusement cut short when San took ahold of your floppy bunny ears, gripping them tight enough to make you whimper.

“Y’know, you’re doing a whole lot of talking when you should be choking on my cock instead, bunny,” San informed, popping his belt open and letting his pants pool below his waist, his overtly large length slapping up into his abdomen and leaving a streak of pre-cum across his tan skin. Before you could have a chance to breathe, San jerked your head towards him, sliding his cockhead past your lips and plunging himself down your throat, not taking a second to face-fuck you like the fate of the world depended on it.

Slick, indecent sounds began to erupt from your occupied throat, along with your loud, erratic gagging, as you tried to swallow San’s cock without choking each time he rammed it down your esophagus, your eyes becoming wet with tears.

“Aww, is Daddy’s cock too big for my bunny’s tiny throat? Guess I need to stretch it out,” San sighed, squeezing his fingers around your soft ears as he fully plunged himself into you, holding you completely still, briefly plugging your nose up with his free hand, just to feel you struggle to breathe, your abundant saliva dripping down his swollen balls. San held you like that until your face grew red, eventually letting go and pulling out all the way to let you take a much-needed breath, just to slap his heavy cock down onto your face, rubbing streaks of his pre-cum into your skin. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy…” you whispered in a gravely voice, throat wrecked, barely able to see him past your watery eyes, weakly licking up his pre-cum when he rubbed his tip across your lips.

“Open wide.” When you didn’t open your mouth right away, San’s expression darkened, sending a quick, rough smack onto your cheek, growling, “I said, open.” Your lips parted just as a fresh wave of slick dripped down your pussy. With a satisfied grin, San plugged your throat back up, clutching your head on either side, pistoning his hips, quick and rough, reminiscent of a machine going into overdrive. He fucked your face like you were just a hole for him, nothing more, nothing less, and you couldn’t have been more wet. “Ohh, fuck– Oh god, that’s fucking it. Daddy’s gonna knot your slutty throat now, bun. Gonna fill you up with my cum until you drink down every last drop.”

You gurgled on his rapidly moving cock, his knot stretching your throat open until it was there was a visible protrusion in your neck, San’s fingers immediately feeling it up once he locked you in place, his knot bursting, sending ropes of thick, scalding cum down your throat, forcing you to gulp it down until there was no more.

“What a good bunny you are. So obedient when you’re getting used by Daddy like this,” San praised, wiping remnants of spit, tears, and cum from your fucked-out face, giving you a oddly gentle smile, before pushing you to the ground and climbing on top of you.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured, your voice hoarse from taking his cock like you did, so out of it, you didn’t even react when San ripped your thighs open, causing your dress to pool around your waist, your throbbing pussy on display for him.

San began to drool, hyper focused on the sight of your bare cunt glistening with excess slick, a low groan leaving his lips. “What a slutty little bunny you are, not wearing any panties under your cute little dress.” He ran his hand down your abdomen, his nails leaving light red marks on your skin until he got to your center. “You must’ve known Daddy was going into a rut and just saved him some time, didn’t you, my sweet girl?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” You sniffled, swallowing roughly, still trying to recover from the abuse your throat took.

“Mm, thought so.” Lifting you up by your hips with ease, San forcefully brought your pussy to his face, taking a deep inhale of your arousal, leaving harsh, warm breaths on your clit, making you shudder. “Fuck. It smells like you came already. Is my bunny that much of a cock whore, that she had her eyes rolling back into her skull just from having her face fucked? Hm?”

You gazed up at him from below, gently rubbing your still stinging cheek. “Mmhmm.”

“Good. Get ready to cum again and again for me,” San announced, licking one long stripe up your cunt, from your hole and up past your clit. He swallowed your arousal down, licking at his lips, before lowering your hips down to his level, guiding his cock to your entrance.

Suddenly and without warning, San shoved himself inside you with one powerful thrust, bottoming out in an instant and leaving you with a dizzying feeling, your thighs trembling against his slim waist. “O-oh my god…”

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna be seeing God once I fuck your whore-hole wide open, lovebun,” San cooed into your ear, putting most of his body weight on you so that you were folded in half, giving you no choice but to take his fat cock in your tiny hole, over and over, until you were indeed, at heaven’s gates.

You couldn’t remember how long you had been there, being forcibly spread open for your ravenous boyfriend, his teeth latched onto your neck and drawing blood, your legs, like jelly, trembling profusely as they were held up by your flopping ears, your cum-filled pussy stretching open to accommodate yet another one of San’s knots, fresh tears running down your flushed face.

“Awww, are you crying, baby?” San asked into your ear, his deep voice dripping with faux pity, licking your blood off of his incisors. “What are you crying about, huh? Is it because Daddy keeps fucking his cum into your tiny bunny hole or because of his teeth marks in your neck?”

“B-both!” you cried out, dropping your head back into the foliage beneath you and closing your eyes once San was finished pumping his load into you. “Can’t take it anymore…”

“Oh, yes, you can.” San angled his head down, pursing his lips to send a wad of spit down onto your reddened pussy, immediately slamming his hand down onto your swollen clit. “This cunt belongs to me. No one else. That’s why I’m working so hard to fill you up with my pups, silly bunny.” He smacked your cunt again, harder this time, leaving it stinging, speaking through gritted teeth, “So, I can do with it as I goddamn please. You got it?”

Your nods gave him the go ahead to continue, pulling out to switch positions again, moving your limbs and body to his will until you were on your hands and knees for him, your cum-drenched cotton tail twitching as you took him back inside. "After all this, you still have such a tight fucking cunt, god– you gotta relax for me, bunny, you gotta let me in," San groaned out, looking down to witness the way your hole struggled to stretch around his wide cockhead.

San bred you like the bunny you were, fucking you so viciously, so relentlessly, he broke your mind, just like he was about to do to your bruising body, forcing you into a mind-altering state of bliss.

“It’s so good! Fuck, Daddy, nnnngh–it’s so good!” You began to press your hands down onto your lower abdomen just to feel how prominent the bulge of his slick cock was inside your tummy each time it slammed into your cunt, convinced by the lewd squelching sounds you heard that you were going to have his pups sometime soon. “Your cock’s so heavy inside…it’s gonna break me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, if you break, i’ll just put you back together,” he huffed out, quickly wrapping his thick arms around your abdomen to place his hands over yours, pressing down further, his body flush against your smaller one. “And do it all over again.”

“Fuck–yes–” was all you could verbalize after hearing his heavy handed words, staring down at the ground below past your wet lashes.

He suddenly slowed himself down so you could feel every inch of him inside, the muscles in his abs tightening as he used his core to simultaneously keep himself steady in his bent-over position and your body fitted against him, his cum-covered cock lodged inside your cunt like it’s missing puzzle piece. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby. That sounds good, huh? The thought of me breaking you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your eyes starting to disappear underneath your heavy eyelids, only for them to grow wide as soon as San lifted your body up completely against his, holding you by your neck, drilling his cock into you at a new angle, one that forced to you drop down onto him even heavier due to the basic laws of gravity.

“Good, now take my knot, pretty girl,” San huffed, his fingers slipping into your drooling mouth, holding his other hand securely against your lower abdomen, feeling just how full he had made you with his potent seed, shooting more and more ropes of cum once his knot broke, feeling your arousal leaking down his softening length. “That’s it now, that’s a good bunny…”

Your shaking body eventually relaxed against his, melting into him, not able to give anything else. Sensing this, San pulled out and turned you around to face him, pulling you into his lap and back down onto his cock, not to fuck you again, knowing you would actually fall apart if you did, but just to warm him and keep his seed inside so that you would be nice and full for him in the coming months. “My sweet girl, you did so well for me. So, so well,” he murmured softly, pressing kiss after kiss onto your face and lips, gently massaging your bunny ears. “How do you feel, baby?”

Smiling tiredly and ready for a long nap, you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a long kiss back, before resting your head on his sweaty shoulder.

“Full.”

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spicyspiders · 4 days ago

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Professor Howlett

logan howlett x male reader smut

3.7k words

cw: power imbalance (logan is the reader's professor), age difference, rimming, virginity kink, thigh fucking, size kink, and spit as lube.

“This is utterly disappointing,” Professor Howlett tosses your paper down onto his desk with a thwap. The sound makes you jump, but you quickly steel yourself before he can look up and see how your calm expression is beginning to break.

You have to clear your throat before responding, though it does little to stop the lump you feel forming in your throat, ”I tried my best, professor,” you respond, keeping your eyes locked on the paper littered with red pen marks.

“Did you?” Professor Howlett questions angrily, making you jump once more at the tone, “because this sure as hell doesn’t read like it!”

“Professor, I-” you try to explain, but he cuts you off.

“The first paper you wrote got the highest grade in the class, and then you go on to write this?” He asks, waving the red pen he used to mark up your paper angrily in the air as he speaks. If you weren’t biting your lip hard enough that at any second you thought it would bleed, you would laugh at the display.

He looked at you expectantly, and with how angry he looked, you didn’t think any explanation that you could give would be enough. You had to try and do so anyway, knowing the sooner you spoke, the sooner you could leave his office and contemplate dropping his class or dropping out of college in general.

You suck in a shaky breath before you respond, “I’m sorry, professor,” and when his angry expression doesn’t falter, you continue, “I knew I didn’t give myself enough time and knew I just had to take the hit to my grade and do better on the next paper.”

The man in front of you lets out a bitter laugh, “so you waste my time?”

“That wasn’t my intention, sir,” you respond, slouching down into the chair, trying to make yourself look as small as possible. You look up at the man across from you after a few moments of awkward silence, meeting his eyes as you try to calm your racing heart.

He lets out a long sigh before he speaks again, “I must have set my expectations for the rest of your assignments too high,” he passes the paper across the desk until it sets in front of you, “I apologize.”

You can feel anger welling up in your body at his words. It was one bad assignment, it’s not like you were now some lost cause. “I can still write a paper just as good as the first one,” you snap before snatching the paper off the desk. “I told you,” you huff, angrily unzipping your book backpack to put the paper inside, “I didn’t give myself enough time, which won’t happen again,” you stand up in a flash, the chair shooting out from behind you fast enough you’re surprised it didn’t tip over, “I apologize, professor.”

“Hey hey hey,” Logan says, racing around the desk to grab your shoulder. He turns you around slowly from where you were about to stop out of his office and slam the door behind you, “I don’t want this to impact your grade.”

”It already is,” you spit, not angry at him, but angry at yourself. You remember getting the notification this morning that your professor had posted the grade, the number immediately turning your mood sour.

“It’s okay,” Professor Howlett says, running a soothing hand down your shoulder, “I’ll give you a week to rewrite the paper and give you full credit back.”

“I’m not rewriting the paper,” you say with a bitter laugh that sounds a lot like Professor Howlett’s did earlier.

“I know you can do better than this,” Professor Howlett responds, crossing his arms along his broad chest.

“As you’ve already said,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I’m not writing an extra paper,” too tired to even think after you stayed up all night bullshitting the paper you had turned into Professor Howlett, you put the decision in his hands: “so what do you want to do, professor?” You ask tiredly.

You stare into Professor Howlett’s eyes, waiting for the man to make his decision. He looks back at you, observing you closely with his dark eyes. You are on the edge of feeling uncomfortable by the time he’s made up his mind, a look that you’re unable to pinpoint settling over his face.

“Take off your bag and put it in the chair,” he commands, the lone tone of his voice making you shiver.

“Okay,” you respond shakily, now back in front of him with your bag resting in the chair, “now wh-”

Your back collides with the door, and then a second later, his lips collide with yours. You gasp in surprise against his mouth and feel his tongue enter the opening, the appendage sliding wetly against yours.

Too caught off guard to respond to the kiss, Logan moans against your unresponsive lips, one of his hands going to your chin to angle your head so his tongue can move deeper. His other hand you can hear beside you fiddling with the lock, and when the knob finally clicks, you can barely hear it over the sound of Professor Howlett’s breathing after he pulls away from the kiss.

“Professor-” you begin, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, your mind too confused on whether you should push him away or pull him closer. You’ve already crossed the line you never thought you would cross. Sure, you had your fantasies dating back to the first day you walked into class, but you thought those would just stay in your head, only coming out in breaths of the professor’s name when your mind would wonder when you touched yourself.

“Logan.”

“Logan,” you correct yourself, trying to bite back a moan when Professor- Logan pushes his thigh between your legs, “I don’t think-”

He cuts you off with yet another kiss, but this time, you crane your neck to pull away from the kiss, trying your hardest to ignore the weight of your cock chubbing up in your pants.

The second kiss ending abruptly does nothing to discourage Logan, instead, it gives his lips a new area to map out. “You drive me insane,” Logan moans against the column of your neck, his stubble digging into the sensitive skin. “So smart,” he says kissing down until he reaches the collar of your shirt, “so beautiful,” he whispers, moving to press his forehead to yours, “yet you barely talk in class,” he says, pressing his lips to yours once more, but this one much softer than the last.

There wasn’t a participation grade outlined in the syllabus for Logan’s class like it was for some of your other professors, meaning you weren’t going to talk if you didn’t have to. Sometimes you did, feeling bad when he would ask a question and no one would respond immediately, hating the awkward silence. And now that you think about it, those were usually the nights your mind would think of him while your fingers were wrapped around your cock. Good job or good answer Logan would say, the praise lighting a coil of pleasure deep in your belly.

“It’s only for me to see, is it?” Logan asks, his hands moving to hold your hips possessively, “only I get to see how smart you are,” he says in a low, gravelly voice, seemingly answering his own question. His lips go to the racing pulse point on the side of your neck, his teeth sinking into the skin.

The bite burns, making your mouth fall open with a whimper, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure. Logan’s hot tongue runs over the mark, trying to soothe the pain with warmth. You give way to the feeling, letting your head fall back onto the wooden door, giving Logan more room to work.

You bury a hand in his dark hair, running your fingers through the dark locks. Logan pulls away at the feel of your fingers in his hair, his eyes now darker than they once were, his pupils dilated in lust. You stare at each other once more before, taking in Logan’s already disheveled appearance with his dark eyes, messy hair, and crooked tie.

You respond to the next kiss Logan initiates. It’s softer than you expect, at least, it is at the start. It begins to heat up when you tighten the hand in Logan’s hair to change the angle. You both moan when your tongues meet once more, spit mixing together.

Logan wraps an arm around your lower back so you can stumble your way to the couch that sits against one of the walls of his office. Your lips break for air when you feel the back of your legs meet the cushions, your chest heaving as you suck in lungfuls of air.

Logan pushes you down onto the couch before one of his hands yanks at his tie, pulling it through the neckline of his sweater, and then he throws the garment away as if it has offended him. Next comes the black sweater, leaving him with dark slacks and a button-up shirt.

You feel your cock throb in your pants as you watch Logan lower himself onto his knees. He pushes his way between your legs, his hands going to your hips to get your pants down in a pool between your ankles.

Your breath comes out in a stutter when Logan leans down, his nose coming into contact with the bulge in your underwear. He runs his nose along the length of your cock, then his tongue runs along the same path, paying extra attention to the wet spot on the cloth that rests over the head of your cock.

You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your moan when Logan gets your underwear out of the way and swallows your cock. Logan takes it deep enough for you to feel, the hot, wet, constriction of his throat, his hand finding balance on your thighs.

Logan’s breath puffs wetly against the head of your cock when he pulls away, his spit hardly having the chance to cool and dry as Logan runs his tongue up the length of your cock. He doesn’t take it as deep when he sucks it back inside his mouth, instead, he focuses on the suction. The hot suction of his mouth pulls a glob of precum from the head of your cock onto Logan’s tongue, the older man groaning at the taste.

The vibration through your cock makes your hips jump, sending your cock back deep into Logan’s throat. The movement catches Logan off guard, causing the man to gag around your cock, his throat convulsing wetly around the hard length of your cock.

You pull the hand over your mouth and put it into Logan’s hair, trying to run your fingers through the strands soothingly. “Sorry,” you gasp, swiping your thumb under Logan’s eyes to wipe away the tears that fell.

Logan surges up to pull you into a wet, messy kiss. His tongue is immediately in your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“M’sorry,” you repeat.

Logan chuckles softly, “it’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses on your cheeks.

Your stomach tightens at the pet name, affection coursing through your body. You place your hands on Logan’s belt buckle, already knowing how much you’re going to struggle trying to get his pants undone and out of the way.

It takes you longer than you want to get his belt undone and his pants unbuttoned, and Logan doesn’t make it any easier when he presses, chaste, soft kisses to your mouth. Once open, Logan stands to get his pants down and off, the large bulge of his cock trapped behind his underwear.

Just the sight of the bulge has you feeling intimidated, while at the same time making your mouth water. Anticipation joins the mix of lust and intimidation in your gut, which all combine into a feeling of pleasure that has your cock throbbing in the air.

You place your hands on his waistband, Logan’s hands coming to rest atop yours a second later. With Logan’s help, you push his underwear down slowly, watching second by second as his cock is revealed to you.

Your fantasies did not measure the actual size of his cock in all of its long and thick glory. It hangs heavy in front of your face, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip. Past the length of Logan’s cock, his balls hang heavy and full. This up close, you can also smell his musk: heady and all Logan.

A broad palm cupping your cheek draws your attention away, turning it instead to Logan’s face. A wave of heat washes over your body when you realize that in the moments where you were taking in the appearance of Logan’s cock, the man had pulled the rest of his clothes off. The button-up now lays in the pile with the rest of his clothes, giving you a full view of his broad, muscular chest.

“I’ve never seen you so distracted,” Logan says with a smirk, his thumb running along your cheekbone.

“What?” You question back, your voice breathy.

Logan’s smirk broadens into a full smile, “I asked if you wanted to take that off.”

At a loss for words, you can barely think of a response, “oh,” you decide.

Logan chuckles softly, his other hand running along the slit of his cock. When he pulls it away, a strand of precum follows the pad of his finger. Logan pushes his finger past your lips, still open in the shape of the soft oh you just let out.

You suck at his finger when it touches your tongue, the salty taste lighting up your tastebuds. You hear Logan groan when you suck harder, wanting to get to the flavor underneath and see what Logan himself tastes like.

Logan’s finger comes free with a slick pop, “let’s get the rest of this off,” he says.

You only had your shirt and shoes to get off, and what should have been an easy, less than a minute process, felt like a lifetime. Logan tenderly pulled your shoes and socks off, one and then the other. Your shirt was next, coming off slowly with two broad palms sneaking up your shirt. Logan’s lips followed the path his hands made, all the way up to your lips that he kissed after your shirt was tossed away.

Logan got back into the familiar position he was just in, but instead of sucking your cock, his mouth went lower. He bit into the meat of your thighs, and though you couldn’t see the one on your neck, you were sure that it matched the new ones he was making.

“Roll over,” Logan commands, pressing a kiss to the mark he just made on your left thigh. Logan maneuvers your body into the position he wants, leaving your body pressed to the front of the couch, and your feet hanging over the cushions in front of Logan.

You press your forehead into the wall in front of you, feeling the puffs of Logan’s breath along your back, “do you have lube?” He asks in a low voice, his lips running across your skin.

“No,” you reply, your body tense as you try not to shake in anticipation.

“Fuck,” Logan breathes, his head coming to rest against your shoulder, “that’s okay,” he says, and you feel your body relax, “I can get you wet enough,” With how big his cock was, you doubt it, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Logan’s first step to getting you to be what he says is wet enough is with his tongue. He starts with soft swipes of his tongue, letting you get accustomed to it. It wasn’t like it was hard, especially with the combination of the rough stubble on his face, which only added to the pleasure.

The next step is spit, which, really you could say goes with the first. You already feel as if there’s enough of it already there from Logan’s tongue, a large extent due to when Logan kept pushing his tongue as far as it could go. It left you clenching down on the wet muscle, clawing your fingers into the couch as it massaged your walls.

Logan didn’t let up and moved to spit a glob of spit onto your hole when it relaxed after pulling his tongue free. Caught off guard, you jerked forward, your cock coming into contact with the cushion of the couch. The friction had you gritting your teeth trying to stay quiet, hoping that because it was nearly five in the afternoon on Friday, most of the people in the building were already gone.

Logan was quick to press the spit into your hole with a thick finger, all the way down until you were clenching down on all of it. “There we go,” Logan whispers from behind you, the wet heat of his breath on your shoulder.

You turn your neck to face him, gasping into the kiss he presses to your lips. Logan swallows the moan that’s punched from your chest when his finger finds your prostate, the older man groaning as you clench down on his finger.

Logan pulls away from the kiss at the same time his finger is pulled free. You feel the couch shift as Logan moves, the man making his way back down face-to-face with your hole. You’re proud of yourself for not jumping as hard when Logan spits on your hole a second time, the glob going deeper than the first after opening your hole just with one finger.

“Does it burn, baby?” Logan asks, now that he’s using two fingers to chase after the spit instead of one.

”A little,” you whine around the burn as he scissors them apart. Almost like Logan can read your mind, he brushes his fingers along your prostate when the burn feels like it’s becoming too much. You feel precum leak from your cock, staining the upholstery.

”That’s normal for your first time,” Logan says, pressing kisses along the shell of your ear.

”I’ve done this before,” you respond, pushing back into Logan’s fingers.

”Someone’s fucked you?” Logan asks, his arm coming to wrap around your stomach, right above your hard cock.

”Just my fingers,” you respond quietly.

“How many?” Logan asks, his fingers coming to a stop.

“Four,” you grit out, clenching down on his fingers like you’re wordlessly trying to get him to continue.

Logan lets out a dark chuckle. He lays his hand on top of yours, his big hand bigger than your own. He stretches his fingers out, showing you how they compare in size. “That’s nearly your whole fist,” he says, his fingers starting to move again.

“Need more,” you whine, clenching down on his fingers.

“Shh,” Logan coos, “I know,” he lets out a warm breath at the back of your neck, “I can’t fuck you,” he says, pulling his fingers free slowly, “not like this.”

”Please,” you whine, louder than the one before.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he responds, pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck. You feel his weight on the couch shift once more as he spreads your thighs apart. It’s a tight squeeze trying to fit the both of you on the couch, but Logan makes it work.

He pushes his cock between your thighs, right below your balls, already tight against your cock. He grips your hips tightly before he begins thrusting, only taking a few jerks of his hips before you push your thighs together around his cock.

The sound of Logan’s groan behind you travels from his chest to your back, letting you feel how good you’re making him feel. ”Does that mean I was the first?” He asks, one of his hands moving to wrap around your cock.

“What?” You asked, confused, your mind cloudy from the pleasure.

“Am I the first to touch you like this?” Logan questions, his voice a low growl. His fingers are slick around your cock, gliding along the length.

You nod quickly, too close to the edge and overtaken with pleasure to even say a single word. You cum to the feel of Logan’s hand around your cock, his teeth biting possessively into the skin of your shoulder, and his cock nudging your balls. Ropes of cum shoot from your cock, staining the couch in his office. You probably won’t be able to look at couches ever the same again.

Logan’s hand shoots up to your mouth, covering your lips as you moan, overtaken by the pleasure of your orgasm. You rest against his palm, falling forward while at the same time tightening the slick valley of your thighs.

Logan muffles his moan in the crook of your sweaty neck when he cums. It nearly burns, making a bigger mess in your thighs and on the couch.

In a blur, Logan gets you onto his chest, his back now resting on the couch, “you okay?” He questions, his hand running softly along the sweaty expanse of your back.

“I don’t think I can move,” you respond, still riding the high of probably one of the best orgasms you’ve had.

Logan laughs loud enough that your head shakes against his chest. Moments later, when you’re nearly lulled to sleep by the ticking of the clock in his office, Logan speaks, “I’m sorry for getting so frustrated with you,” he says softly.

“What do you mean?” You question, craning your head to look up at the man.

“I see how smart you are,” he answers, his voice a low rumble, “it made me frustrated to see you not working up to your potential.”

“I said I was sorry,” you immediately respond, not sure if you should pout or roll your eyes.

“I know, baby,” he says with a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “I know,” he leans down to press your lips together softly, “I just wanted to explain myself.”

This time you did roll your eyes, too fucked-out to try and control your expression, “I’ll write a better paper next time,” you grumble, moving to lay your head down once more over his chest.

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seaslugandscylla · 4 months ago

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Some notes under the snacking issue of Sebastian post caused my brain to weeoweeo it way too much than I expected, so well here are the continuing of topic xd

Sorry it's an essay because I can't write succinctly

1. How did the evil corporation(insert it’s name please) feed?

As far as I’m concerned, the shady corpo experimented on him to check/make people to able to breathe under water. Keeping him alive was quite crucial to success so I think they would provided him with proper amount of of food or at least the full nutrient content preparation. However, it changed when his body started to rapidly mutate, grow and evolve into what he’s now. The vast increase in his need of food and the fact that the gills didn’t develop very well, due to the scientists not very smart move - mixing his DNA with atmospheric oxygen snake and whale, caused the team to shrink his portion and gave him bare minimum in form of drip-feed… Auch

2. How didn’t he die from literally any nutrient deficiency sickness?

As I said it before I do not know the lore very much only basis. So forgive if I mess up some facts about the events. Going back to topic, after the event of beating the life out of his guards/special troops everyone left the lab immediately. Leaving everything behind including the rations, which were sent there for the staff to eat, all kind of medicine - pills, drops, syrups, injections etc. and whatever crops left( no idea if in the game is any „farm” but the transport would be extremely expensive so I think they would love to slash costs especially when there are vertical farms which are efficient, cheap and easy to maintain and during evacuation they could simply destroy it if nothing like this exists there). He simply gain most of crucial elements via all those supplements. Especially via drips which are the least painful without activating all digestive track. I like to think the reason why his extra arm is in the bandages is the fact that he often injects himself with various needles and his veins are in horrible state. At some point point all these supplements will end and it won’t end well for him, but not yet. That’s solves a bit the issue of lack of scurvy, nyctalopia and any other issues alike. Here’s the misery fish and his banana bag of lovely Zn and vit C

3. Another snacking issue

He is in constant state of hunger. No escape from it. The small human stomach ruthlessly dictates the size of his next snack and for how long he cannot eat, because it’s full, but it’s better to have at least one full than none. That could cause another big issue which is connected with the unconditional reflex - food in mouth equals activiting the synthesis of digestive enzymes and HCl in both tracks at the same time. Both are connected to one nervous system and the information goes to both, no matter if only one should start working. Not good situation, one belly is digesting itself,easy way to get ulcers or esophagitis, which not only are extremely painful but also deadly especially in his case with no health care or even chance to get any. He had to figure it out quite quickly how to make his eating as harmless as it’s possible. The easiest way I think would be simply some herby stomach drop, the one which highers the ph and stops HCl from being created. But I fear it works on human part- So he had to create strict timetable - when he eats, when he takes drops, when he can eat again. To keep the snake stomach in check and never letting it be fully empty and miraculously avoid the sinister autodigestive ideas of snake element. So his best friend is a tiny bottle of disgusting drops from a nurse office

4. How not to starve to death with body like that?

Dense soup. Maximum proteins in the smallest velocity and in easy to consume and digest way. It passes both stomachs faster because tough long chains are already broken into smaller ones so it can be faster absorbed and used. It’s also very easy to make and can contain many ingredients giving the biggest diversity in one sip. Still starves because it’s not enough, but there is no better way :”)

And no he wouldn't threaten anyone that he would add them to his soup. He was a human and he exactly knows there are too many weird fellas out there. No way he'll risk getting new traumatic event, he won't take it anymore-

The last thing is this two sentences:

Honestly I wasn't prepared to read something like this with straight face at 6AM. It wasn't in my weekly bingo card, but jup it made my day, thanks

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eufezco · 10 months ago

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I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

bucky!winter soldier x fem!reader (kinda angst ig?) no use of y/n

based on the captain america: the winter soldier post credits scene because i loooooove it

omg this is my first time writing for something marvel related i hope you enjoy it, it's been so long since the last time i wrote anything so i'm sorry if it's kinda shitty 😭

He was looking at you and you were looking back at him.

Steve had refused to fight against him. He had dropped his shield from the ship and had surrendered to his old friend. You wished you could have done that so you would never have felt Bucky's hands around your throat trying to choke you to death nor his body over yours as his fists connected with your face once again.

But one of you had to fight him so that you two could get out of it alive, and if Steve didn't, you would.

Bucky's punches to Steve's face made you squirm in place as you tried to escape the beam that had fallen on you. If you didn't get out you feared that the beam would crush you or even worse, that Bucky would kill him. Steve was his mission after all and he was programmed to finish it.

You jumped on him when you managed to escape and freed Steve from the blows of his metal arm. Stay alive please you mumbled to your friend as he lay badly wounded, with one eye swollen shut and blood coming out of his nose. The last time you had seen him like that he was a small blond boy who had gotten into trouble in an alley with someone twice his size and you and Bucky had to come to his rescue. Now the trouble you had to save him from was Bucky himself and you were on your own.

Your whole body ached from fighting him and since beating him didn't work, you decided to try to make him see reason in another way. You called his name while you were trying to catch your breath, still with the sensation of his fingers closing around your throat. He looked at you full of rage while he tried to recompose from the hit that he had received from you. The name Bucky echoed in his head every time you repeated it, hurt him more than any kick or punch you gave him. The familiarity with that word made him feel sick in his stomach and more eager to fight you for making him feel that way.

You know me.

No, I don't!

Bucky, you've known me your whole life.

Shut up!

Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. We were friends.

He held a defensive pose while his eyes glanced nervously all over the place and his chest rose and fell slowly as he tried to catch his breath. It was so familiar. Not only the name you kept repeating but also the way it sounded when you said it.

He was looking at you and you were looking back at him.

There was enough distance between the two of you so that you did not feel threatened by each other's presence. The Captain America Exhibit in Washington also had enough civilians to start another fight like the one on the ship.

He broke eye contact with you to look at the screen. He had seen your face somewhere on that big panel dedicated to who he was once. And there you were. When the text ended there was a sequence of pictures. He did not know who those men in the pictures were but he could see himself smiling with them.

But there you were. In the middle picture.

He was wearing his sergeant's uniform and you were wearing a dress. You could still remember his reaction when he saw you in that dress, how his eyes sparkled looking at you, how his lips curved into a smile every time you grabbed his hand and dragged him around the Stark Expo. Steve with his new camera captured the perfect moment. Bucky held you around the waist. Bucky was slightly leaning over you. Your faces were just inches apart but in the picture you both were laughing, you still heard the sound of his laughter every time you looked at the picture, as if it had not been almost seventy years since you last saw him. Your faces were just inches apart but there was no kiss.

And now there would never be a kiss.

How innocent you both looked in that picture. Neither of you knew how all your plans were going to be twisted, how only one of you two would be the one to remember that night. If someone had told you that night that Bucky was going to disappear from your life, you would have laughed in their face. If you had known you would have kissed him. You would have kissed Bucky until you were breathless, until you were tired of kissing each other if that was possible. But now you would never know because you both insisted on remaining friends until the end of the war not knowing that out of that war would come a much worse one.

The very hands you had trusted to hold you had tried to choke you to death. The same eyes that had gazed at you with such devotion had looked at you loaded with the strongest wrath in the world. The man you had loved the most did not recognize you and by the way he was looking at that panel with all his memories, he did not recognize himself either.

Bucky stared at the picture for a few seconds and then looked back at you. You were the same girl, only now with some bruises on your face, the marks of his fingers on your neck, and definitely not with the same smile as the girl in the picture. What had he done to you? What would the boy in that photo think about the person he had become?

You stood in place far from him. Since you had seen him you had not taken a single step forward. Neither the cap nor the long hair nor the jacket covering his metal arm could hide him from you. Not anymore. You went to the Captain America memorial looking for the comfort that the panel dedicated to Bucky brought you, he went there looking for answers. And you found each other.

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yetanotherhiddlestoner · 4 months ago

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(MDNI 18+, smut will be eventually happening in this story line but still please respect the MDNI)

(Plus size reader x Negan. In the world of the dead rising, you just happen to fall for the one fucked up person who has no interest in you. And I am aware the timeline doesn't add up but for the story I had to make the timeline longer than a couple months.)

~Thank you to all that read the first chapter and commented, means a lot that you like this story. Sorry for taking so long to post a second chapter, I have at least 2 more chapters up and ready to post when I can.~

(Word Count - 2262 Words.)

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CHAPTER TWO - I FELL HARD, YOU'LL FALL HARDER.

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You were out scavenging when the fall of Negan happened. You didn't want to fight anyone, so Rick asked you to go during that time, making your way on a weeklong journey for supplies. You weren't sure what you to expect when you returned home, was it still going to be there, was it going to be taken over by Negan fully or would Rick win this war. You didn't know and you were worried, you were uncertain what you would do it Negan came out the winner.

You approached the gates carefully looking around for the day shift guard. You sighed relief when Daryl popped his head up and smiled at you, the gates opening before you drove your vehicle inside slowly.

"Welcome back you, how was your mission?" Daryl said hugging you tightly. "Was a great success, the truck is full of food, ammo everything I could pick up and stack I did, even managed to grab a little bit of petrol for the car. We should be ok for a couple weeks." You say as you open the door and jump out of the truck. "Well that is good news Y/N but I got some bad news that you may not like unfortunately." Daryl said looking over to the jail cell that was located under the first house on the street. "What?" You look over and don't see anything, was someone hurt, dead or worse. "Rick, well he, kind of let Negan live and bought him back as a prisoner" Daryl says waiting for your response.

You felt yourself become sick, why would Rick do that? "But Y/N he can't hurt anyone, trust us, he is safe and locked away." You walk over to the barred windows; you can hear him whistling before he spots you. "Hello Y/N" Negan says smiling. Daryl comes up behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder offering a small comfort. "You look amazing doll, have I ever told you that? Loving the long hair on you, suits you." You want to believe him, but you tell yourself that he is just doing this to get under your skin, to get a reaction out of you.

"Daryl, doesn't she look wonderful, you are a fucking lucky man to be hers." "We ain't dating." Daryl says to Negan, he lets out a long whistle, "Well shit why not?" Negan probes, feeling a bit of jealousy flowing within him. "We're just friends Negan; not that its none of your business who I date anyway" you say.

While you weren't going to deny Daryl was hot, and when you met him you thought maybe if given the chance you might date him but after a while your love for him turned to more a friendship love and you and him were more like brother and sister. "Let's just get this truck unloaded Daryl" you say pulling him away from the prisoner. Negan watches you go, he takes in how your jeans hug your curves tightly, how your hair flows underneath the bandana you are sporting and how amazing you look covered in knives and guns. This wasn't the same scared girl he rescued years ago, this was a woman who found herself, her confidence and her place and damn he was proud of you. Every day he would watch you work; watch you talk with the men and women of the community and play with the kids on your down time. He noticed the way you smiled when someone said something to you that you found funny and how quickly you were to react to whatever danger that tried to enter your home. Each passing day he sat there silently, admiring you, wishing he could talk to you again, missing your new fiery wit and sharp tongue.

He often found himself wondering if you would have had the same spitfire nature back at the Sanctuary, was it hiding inside you, waiting till the right time to be release. You radiated confidence in everything you did. Negan was somewhat sad that he wasn't the one who bought it out in the first place.

Negan was waiting for his dinner as usual, waiting for Gabe to bring it down but was surprised when you came down those stairs holding the tray instead. He noticed how you kept your head down and quickly passed it under the bars, the sound of it scraping on the concrete breaking the silence in the small room. "Are you going to ignore me for the rest of my life?" Negan asks, placing the tray on his cot. 'Gabe usually keeps me company while I eat." "Yeah, well I am not Gabe and if I had my way you wouldn't be getting anything from our pantry." You snap at him. "Especially nothing I risked my ass for"

"Shouldn't you be happy? If you had stayed with me, you would have been either captured, dead or abandoned again but here you are safe, and sound and I am the one being treated like a caged animal at the zoo." Negan says take a bite of his bread. You glare at him "I would be happier if you had never came here, if Rick didn't bring you back alive as far as I am concerned, you're still a threat to us." "I am unarmed, I have no men, no followers, nothing. I am not a threat." "You could kill a man with your bare hands, I fucking witnessed it once and that is a risk I really don't want to take, but since Rick is leader and he is content with you being kept like an animal then I have no say."

You get up to leave when you hear Negan say, "I'm sorry". You turn back to him, and he is standing at the bars, his arms hanging out casually, staring at you. "What did you say?"

"I said I am sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said back then. You were right, I was scared that I was going to lose it all and in the end I did. To me you were never overweight, you were perfect. You made me feel things that I haven't felt in a goddamn long time. Your smile, laugh, the way you look at me as if the world shone out my ass was why I could start my day, just knowing I could talk to you was enough for me."

"A little late for your "kind" words now don't Cha think? You could be saying this now so I will forgive you and let you go" you say pointing out the obvious. "I can tell you that I will not be the one setting you free" You growl as he gaze softens.

"I am 100% telling the truth. The day after you left, I went to your room to talk to you, when I entered and found it empty I went and searched the entire compound for you, I had Simon patrolling outside hoping you were just trying to prove something to us but when night fell, and you didn't come back I knew I fucked up and then you show up here that day and the feelings I felt seeing you, I can't describe."

"And yet you didn't learn, you did the same thing to Olivia. If you hadn't of said shit, maybe I would still be flying under the Negan radar." "You're right, I didn't learn and what I said to Olivia wasn't nice at all. I hurt you twice without even thinking."

You stand there looking at the once powerful Negan, "You are pathetic, a man like you never learns." You snarl as you get closer to the bars, "You are going to rot in here." You were so close to him; you could feel his breathe on your face. Negan was getting pissed off, he had tried to apologize, something that he never did, and you spat it back at him. He didn't want you to forgive right away but you didn't even give it time to sink it. You were so close, so angry, he couldn't help but get turned on, the scent of you drove him crazy.

He grabbed your arms, slamming you into the bars, you fought against him, but he covered your lips with his and you stopped fighting for a moment. Your lips were warm and soft just like he had imagined. His facial hair tickled your skin as you felt his tongue glide against you closed lips. You pulled away from his grip, using the back of your hand to wipe your lips of his kiss, you stood there staring in shock a minute before storming out of the cell and heading home. Negan watched you rush home, he could see your house from his cell, it was one of his past time favorites, watching you in your room, the silhouette of you always got his attention. When you thought no-one was watching you would sit on the windowsill and have a smoke, or just stare at the stars. Negan would watch you, wishing he could join you, to hear you laugh and smile at him as you spoke to each other.

His fingers touched his lips, remembering how soft they were, he had been wanting to kiss you since the day he found you.

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The next day Negan didn't see you around the compound, you didn't leave for a supply run, so you had to be in your home. "If you are looking for Y/N she not feeling well today so Rick gave her the day off" Gabe said passing him his food under the cell door. "Is she ok?" Negan asks not in the mood to eat, looking at the tray on the floor. "You tell me, she has never once taken a day off sick and the one time she comes down here and she is "unwell"? Want to tell me what happened?" Gabe ask sitting down next to Negan's cell.

"Nothing happened, she gave me the food and that is it" Negan lies. "I am a priest Negan, think of this like a confessional, whatever you say stays between us." Negan looks at the priest then sits next to him. "I tried to apologize for my past behavior, but she wasn't having any of it. Words got heated and when she got close enough, I grabbed her and kissed her, I don't know why I did that I just had the urge to pull her in, kiss her crazy but then she left without saying anything" Negan confesses.

Gabe looks at the man next to him, he now understands why you stayed home today. "Listen, I know I should not be doing this, but I will. First just I suggest give her time, I'll try and send her down next week to deliver your food, I can't promise anything ok" Negan nods and watches the man leave. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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Daryl comes to grab you for a supply run with him. You place you knife and guns on your hip and calf and walk over to his bike, knowing full well who is watching you. "Good morning, Y/N, I heard you have been sick lately I hope you are ok now" Negan says giving you that cocky smile you knew him for. "I don't need your concern Negan." You tie the bandana around your head and lean on Daryl's bike. "I don't want to hear that you have been unwell. Especially since you were the last one to see me before you got sick. Who knows what you gave me with our kiss." You look around and make sure no-one heard him; you storm over to his window. "What the fuck are you doing?" You growl as you kneel down. "I am doing nothing Y/N. I don't want to get sick to." He tilts his head as he looks at you. "You know damn well I am fine." "Which brings me to my next question, why were you hiding and pretending to be sick, surely the kiss wasn't that bad.?" "I was embarrassed ok" That was a lie, but you had hoped he couldn't tell. "You are OUR prisoner; it makes me look bad if anyone finds out about it." "We are adults, we can do what we want, why would it look bad?" Negan pushes you.

"If anyone in this community finds out our past it wouldn't look too good for me or Rick. He is the one keeping my secret about where I come from" You say spying Daryl approaching and you get up to leave. "You want me" Negan watches you turn around to face him again "Don't deny it, that kiss was just the tip of the iceberg. You may have told yourself that you have no feelings, nothing, for me but that is a lie, you want me just as much as I want you." You listen to him carefully and shake your head. " You only want me now because I am unattainable and skinny. You wouldn't be saying that if it was fat me" You leave before he can shout out anything. "Hey Daryl" you say as he hops on his bike, you jump on behind him, hugging his waist tightly as he goes to start the bike, you smirk back at Negan, resting your head on Daryl's back. "Hold on" Daryl shouts as he starts the bike up and rides out the gates. Negan feels the pits of jealously rising inside him.

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beebee3832 · 3 months ago

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Sweet Fae

Bear shifter!Price x Fairy!(fem)Reader (whose wings are paralyzed)

Tags: Predator/prey dynamic, size difference, just a bit scary, gore, death, shy reader, kinda awkward Price, a little fluff, building into fluff and smut (in future parts), CRINGE

This one is in Price's perspective!!

Note: Fairies in this fic are just really short, not super small like in Tinkerbell or something. Also, I made slight changes to this fic from the last time I posted it. Sorry for not uploading in a while!! I was pretty busy with life stuff.

Thanks for reading!! <3

I stood there, tears resting on my cheeks, and watched her walk away without a word. No response to my quiet plea, just a slight turn of her beautiful face to look back at me. Though not a word was said, our locked gaze held a meaning that couldn’t be shaken.

We would meet again.

…

With swift motions, I swung my axe over and over again. Even though the sun was going to set soon, the temperature remained just as warm as it was in its peak. Sweat beaded on my forehead and slid down to drop on the forest floor.

My day was filled with constant attempts to get my mind off of her. Her small frame, her doe-like eyes, the way she held my face like we’d known each other for years…

No! My thought scolded me as I shook my head. These feelings were just the byproduct of living on one’s own for too long, which is how it would stay. I didn’t need anyone messing up what I had built for myself. I was better off being left to my own devices. Who knows what I was capable of? Well, I guess I know even more based off of last night.

That last thought made my chest sink. How could I be so out of control? How could I let myself stay out so late? I was lucky that the moon wasn’t full or else that poor girl’s fate would’ve been much different.

“Damn it!” My yell echoed throughout the crowded forest, causing birds to shoot straight up from the trees and fly away.

I looked up and saw that dusk had already settled in, making me realize that I needed to head back to the house. I didn’t even need to chop up more wood today; I already had enough wood for the next couple of weeks, but I was running out of things to do to distract my thoughts from that sweet faery. That sweet fairy I almost devoured. “Fuck,” I muttered, my self loathing starting to consume me.

I gathered up my tools and two of the logs I cut and started to make my way back. The rest of the wood could be collected tomorrow.

I took long strides to make it back in time before nightfall. My feet ached by the time I eventually made it back, which made me wince with every step I took. I dropped the logs and my tools somewhere near the front of the house; I was too tired to care or notice. Nothing and no one would steal from me anyways. Most of the forest knew what I was, so they chose not to come near me. No people were around either, unless you count the very few others like me that live here. We all had our respective territories though, and usually one does not cross them.

Just as I was about to enter the house, I heard a slight rustle from behind me. Then I noticed a familiar…smell that piqued my interest. That smell…I knew that smell. I was ruminating on that smell for the whole fucking day. I eagerly glanced behind me, something my mind didn’t approve of. I shouldn’t have been that excited. I was supposed to be okay with being alone. Company was unwelcome.

Those thoughts were interrupted when I saw her. Everything was interrupted when I saw her.

She was just a couple feet away. I could smell her so clearly. Soft rain paired with some kind of flower. My chest tightened with the urge to reach out and envelop her in my arms, but I couldn’t. All I could do was stare down at her with the same wide eyes she was giving me.

Was she scared of me? Of course she is.

Then why would she come back here? Was my mind toying with me? Did my loneliness finally grab hold of my sanity?

She walked up to me and spoke in a soft and cautious tone.

“Hello.”

Hello. Hello.

“Hello,” I muttered back awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Where was all my charm from the night before?

She spoke again. “Can I come in?”

Come in?

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, sure, of course sweetheart. Come in,” I said, putting a warm smile on my face. I held the door open for her as she slowly walked inside. I noticed her scan my house like she did last night, searching for every possible escape I assumed. Smart girl. Still, it brought my smile down just a bit.

I shut the door behind me and offered her a seat at my table. I already had a meal cooking before I went out on my useless attempts to distract myself.

I gave her a portion and then sat down across from her, which once again reminded me of how small she was. Each wing of hers was smaller than my arms. She had to be at least a foot shorter than me, maybe more. I was definitely much stockier than her too. Such a perfect little thing compared to a monster like me. The bear in me was a little too excited over that.

The sound of her voice startled me out of my trance.

“You’re staring.” She looked at me with an almost fearful expression, which made me feel like shit. I was sure she was expecting me to kill her by then.

“I-I’m sorry. I was just lost in thought, that’s all. Do you like the food?” I sputtered out.

“It’s good,” she said with a slight smile on her face. Is she making fun of me or is she smiling because she likes it?

She looked at me with thoughtful eyes. “You’re probably wondering why I’m here again, aren’t you?”

Actually I’m wondering why I’m so obsessed with you.

“You could say that, yes,” I said with a breathy laugh.

She hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath. I could tell that she was nervous to say it. My mind could only think of the worst things.

“I wanted to see you again.”

My eyes went wide for just a second. My heart exploded for just a second. She wanted to see me again? After I almost slaughtered her? After I had to save her from myself? After crying to her like a pathetic little boy?

“You intrigue me. I’ve…I’ve never seen anything like you before,” she admitted shyly.

I wished she’d never seen me in the first place. I wasn’t meant for sweet things like her and she most definitely wasn’t made for a savage thing like me.

“You shouldn’t have had to,” I murmured, barely looking into her eyes now.

She stood up from her seat and walked over to me. Even though she was standing, I was still a bit taller while sitting down. She looked up at me with those pretty eyes of hers, seemingly studying me.

“I have a question,” I said.

“What is it?”

She was a forearms length away, which was too close for comfort. I could almost feel her breath on me. My heart skipped a beat.

“Why?”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why, what?”

“Why would you want to see me again?” My voice was quiet.

She smiled and let out a soft sigh. “I…I really don’t know.”

Disappointment twinged inside me. Why was I disappointed? I should’ve wanted nothing to do with this fairy, but my heart wanted her to at least be a little glad about seeing me again.

“I suppose I was just intrigued by you,” she said sheepishly.

Just then, the hairs on my body stood up. My eyes widened and my body as I felt an unfamiliar presence close by, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the fairy in front of me.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Her voice wavered.

I ignored her. Something wasn’t right, and I needed to find out what. I quickly stood up and rushed to open the curtains to my window just a sliver, noticing that the sky was dark once again. Shit.

I quickly closed the curtain in fear of my bear coming out in front of her. The moon’s light touching my face would become a disaster for her if I wasn’t careful. I didn’t even want to think about it.

Suddenly, I heard it. Something was circling too close to my house. Something was ignoring the boundaries of my territory. The thought enraged my bear. Usually, I would kill a creature–or even a person–for this, but with her here, I couldn’t bring myself to. For some reason, I wanted her to know that she could be safe with me, even when that was far from the truth.

I took a second to hone my senses to focus on what was outside…

A shifter. The realization made my bear even more upset.

I heard it sniffing the door, no doubt trying to find a way to get in. I glanced over to the pretty fairy and saw her eyes jolt open when she heard it too. My first instinct was to kill, but instead, I made my way over to her. I could see her shake from fear, making me even more angry at the stupid thing in my territory.

“Sweethear–”

Her eyes shot up at me. “Wh-what is that?” She said in a whisper that I could barely hear. I needed to do something fast. This stupid creature was ruining my chances at ever having some sort of connection with her. That very thought made my heart beat fast in my chest with panic. I had to do something to get it away from here without scaring her, but that was going to be very difficult to do.

I gingerly held her hands in mine, looking into her wide teary eyes. “Listen to me. You’re gonna be alright sweetie, but you need to hide somewhere away from any windows alright?” I kept my voice low and steady. She nodded frantically and then went to hide under the kitchen table. Good enough.

I returned my focus to the outside. That shifter would pay. My bear was already aching to turn and protect what’s ours. I decided that I’d have to sneak through one of the windows. The moon’s light would make me automatically shift but hopefully she wouldn’t see it. I ran to the back window, opened it, and jumped out.

Fuck! I could feel the sharp pain all throughout my entire body as soon as the night’s air touched my skin. My bones broke and creaked and stretched in unimaginable ways. I could feel tufts of fur painfully shoot out from my body. I couldn’t even hear my grunts through the ringing in my ears.

My vision blurred with tears until it became even clearer than ever before. The night wasn’t so dark anymore, signaling that I had fully turned. I would never get used to that feeling, no matter how many times I shifted.

I wanted to take a breather like I normally did after my intense shifts, but I had no time. My bear was in control now and there was only one thought in his head.

Protect what’s mine.

My bear let out a roar, not thinking about how I was just trying not to scare the cute little fairy hiding in my house.

The sudden thought of her suddenly turned my bear and I into a furious frenzy. Protect.

I took quick and heavy steps toward the threat, making sure to make enough noise to distract it from getting in. When I finally saw it, my blood boiled even more. It was a wolf shifter. It had a long and droopy snout with saliva dripping from its mouth. Its dark fur would’ve made it almost impossible to see for the normal eye, but I could see it quite clearly. I could see every disgusting thing about it. Its hand, fit with long claws, had penetrated through the door, no doubt trying to unlock the door from the inside.

Panic surged through me. This ends now.

I charged over to it and shoved it down to the ground. I heard it let out a yelp, and then I felt claws slash through my back. The searing pain weakened me, making it easier for the wolf to gain the upper hand.

It flipped me over with impossible strength, making my bear groan. I hurriedly hauled myself up before it could make another attack. He may have been strong, but he was no match for me. A bear was bigger than a wolf.

He swiftly made his way back over to me to deliver another slash, but I caught his leg in my mouth and bit. Hard. The crunch echoed throughout the forest, as well as his pained howls. I stood to my full bear height, making him dangle from my mouth. I could taste blood starting to overflow in my mouth.

The wolf continued to thrash and snarl in pain, making it harder to hold it up. The rest of its claws continued to slit through my skin, making me wince. Fuck.

I whipped my head to the right to launch him toward a tree. Surprisingly, he got back up rather quickly.

I went back down on all fours and stalked over to him, making sure to make my steps heavy. The ground almost shook below me. I looked down on him.

Go. My bear said to it.

The shifter just continued to bear its teeth at me, getting ready to throw another blow.

I growled deep and thunderous. Go!

Even a wolf of its size couldn’t help but be scared. It was stubborn, but not stupid. With one last snap of its teeth, it turned to limp away.

The bear inside me huffed in amusement. What a stupid wolf, thinking it could invade my territory and survive. I jumped forward and crushed it below me. It howled and whined and shook until I opened my mouth wide and tore its neck open. The sound of bones shattering and tendons snapping filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction. I stayed there holding it in my jaws until he stopped moving completely.

Once I knew the shifter was dead, my bear’s mind went back to the faery in my house. I walked back to the house and shifted back. The pain was almost dulled by the exhaustion that had taken over me, and I fell to the floor, naked and unconscious.

…

When I finally woke up, I heard a pretty voice humming. I opened my eyes and saw that it was my fairy. My heart swelled when I saw that she was tending to my wounds.

“Hello sweetheart.”

She jumped a bit, but then gave me a worried smile. “How are you feeling?”

Wonderful with you here. “I’m alright.”

She let out a sigh of relief. Such a caring girl. She should’ve been gone by now, but she was here, taking care of someone who didn’t deserve it.

When she was done tending to my various lacerations, she turned away. “Let me go make you something to–” I interrupted her with a firm grip on her arm.

“Stay.”

She looked back at me confused. Cautious. Understandably so, because I didn't even know why I said that.

“Lay next to me sweetheart.” When she still didn’t move, I gave her a playful pout. “It’ll help me feel better.” When she rolled her eyes and sighed, I knew I had won.

We laid together in silence for a few minutes. It was unlike any silence I had ever known in my decades of solitude. It was warm. Comfortable. It was a silence that set my heart at ease. If I could, I would lay in it forever.

“What’s your name?”

Her pretty voice made my thoughts scatter away. I turned to her and saw her bright eyes gazing at me expectedly.

“John. John Price.”

A soft smile showed on her face. “John. I like that. It’s a sturdy name.”

“Sturdy?” I let out a loud and genuine laugh. “I’ve never heard that before, sweetheart.” What a strange girl. I loved it.

She looked almost embarrassed with that shy smile of hers. Adorable. “Well, you know, it just sounds like it would belong to a reliable person? I don’t know!” A small giggle from her filled the room and my heart.

“What’s your name, little fairy?”

She said her name.

“Pretty.” Like her. I wanted to know everything about her. Every nook and cranny of her mind. I was going insane. My loneliness had taken a toll on me, I realized. What happened to leaving her alone?

That one question opened up to hours of conversation. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. But there was something on my mind; something that I had been thinking about ever since I met her.

“What happened to your wings?” I questioned in between a dip of silence in the conversation. That took her by surprise.

“My–what?” She averted her eyes away from me, and I could tell she was growing nervous.

Shit. Why did I say that? Am I a child? Why can’t I just hold my tongue? Stupid stupid stupid. “I-nevermind. It’s none of my business, I-I’m sorry–”

She put a finger on my lips, silencing me. That one fraction of a touch made my mind go quiet. It seemed to have the same effect on her because she suddenly retracted her hand back. My bear whined.

“No, no it’s,” she sighed, “it's okay. I get that question a lot.” The defeated look on her face made my heart ache.

She took a deep breath. “My wings have always been like this. Paralyzed since birth. It’s extremely rare but I guess I got lucky.” She let out a bitter laugh. “Flying is such an important thing to the fairies. It’s sacred to us. It hurts when I can’t participate in our traditions. It hurts that they always look at me with that stupid pity of theirs. As if I’m not capable. As if I’m some sort of wilting flower.

“It’s just hard being…different. Being the odd one out. Always.”

“I know,” I said quietly. She looked at me in surprise with those beautiful eyes of hers.

“You do?”

“Yes.”

She stared at me with expecting eyes, wanting me to say more. I wanted to. I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to show her how much I understood. Why couldn’t I just get the words out? Why couldn’t I just open up?

Because she would run. She would never want to spend her precious time with a savage like you.

My mind was right. She would never look at me the same if I told her why. Why I was cast away. Why I had to live alone all these decades. She would run just like the rest–and for good reason.

I looked into her expecting eyes and pulled a stray lock of hair behind her pointed ear. A soft hue of pink painted over her face and ears and I smiled. With a hesitating hand, she pressed my hand to cup her cheek, now smiling back at me.

“Let’s just go to sleep, sweetheart.”

I could see the disappointment flash in her eyes, but I ignored it. It was best to not get too intimate with her. She wanted answers, but she wasn’t going to get any and she’d just have to deal with that.

As I closed my eyes, expecting her to leave, I felt a brush of her hand on my jaw, almost caressing it, before it retracted just as quickly. I almost smiled.

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rinkkuma · 2 years ago

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୨୧ BLUE LOCK BOYS AS BFS pt. 2

ft. chigiri hyoma, reo mikage, & sae itoshi

tags. a bit of cussing, the use of “blackmail” in reo's part is used jokingly (no toxic relationships here!!), reader implied to have longish hair in chigiri's, gn!reader, all fluff ! / author's note. thank you sm for the support on the first part!!

CHIGIRI HYOMA

loves doing his haircare routine on you, and if you're too tired, he'll be a sweetie and do it for you! as much as he loves skincare routines, but his hair is his top priority.

tests new hairstyles on you and you pull every one of them off, but when he tries them on himself, he's upset about how they don't look as good on him as they did on you.

plays those random dress up games online, (gacha life) and makes you and him.

has disney movie night marathons with you! his favorites are definitely tangled, (totally not because he just wonders how she takes care of that much hair) frozen, the little mermaid, and lilo and stitch. sets up the couch with lots of pillows, blankets, and snacks to make sure you're comfortable! you end up not using half of them and just use him as a pillow the whole time.

wakes you up early (which you don't mind) on sundays so you guys can go to the local farmer's market. people running the stands compliment you two for being such a cute couple! chigiri buys lots of fruit while he's here, (he believes farmer's market fruit is the best, he's right) especially strawberries. he also likes going to strawberry fields with you to pick strawberries during the sunset.

would love to adopt a cat with you! (canon that his favorite animal is cats! sorry if you don't like cats) has a whole list of names planned in his notes app and a bunch of toys he plans to buy for the cat.

REO MIKAGE

a little cliché, but look at anything for a little longer than one second and he buys it for you. i mean, what else is he supposed to do with all of his money? if you could fill a room with all of the things he's brought you just because you looked at it, you would need multiple rooms.

his whole ‘hidden’ photos folder is full of silly photos he has of you just for a little laugh every once in a while. (totally not to use as blackmail and to send them out of the blue to you) truthfully though, he doesn't think you have a single bad photo.

has a dedicated section in his closet full of clothes for you whenever you stay over at his house mansion. (bro probably has a walk-in closet that could be a size of a small bedroom)

two words, staring problem. just having a conversation with him, and his eyes are burning into your face, carefully listening to every word as if you're giving a very important speech. (which you are in his mind) you could be talking to a friend across the room, and he will be staring and pouting, waiting for you to hurry and come back to him. point is, man is staring at you 24/7.

although you two are dating, still stalks you on social media. (shamelessly) deadass one day he got up to use the bathroom and he left his phone on the bed, and you decided to peak at his phone, (not trying to be noisy, just curious) and saw that he was looking at the instagram highlight you had that was photos of you. you never let him live it down and still tease him relentlessly to this day.

holds your hand anywhere, anytime. while walking, sitting on the couch and chatting, while you guys sleep, literally anything. the warmth of your hand brings him comfort and makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

ITOSHI SAE

has a secret instagram account dedicated to you. posts all of his photos of you and the captions are just him ranting about how much he loves you. he blocks you to make sure you never find it because he's a little embarrassed. maybe he'll tell you about it one day though.

loves baking! his favorite thing to bake is muffins and bread, and let's you be the taste tester! request something for him to bake, and he makes enough to enjoy the rest of the month! if he ever needs to leave the house early for practice or meetings, you always wake up to a muffin, freshly cut fruit, and a note on the kitchen counter neatly set for you. on days he doesn't need to leave the house early, you wake up with breakfast in bed!

puts up with you and your shenanigans. hungry and too lazy to get up? he already prepared your favorite 10 minutes earlier. can't sleep? cages you into his arms and strokes your hair until you fall asleep. bag too heavy? he was already carrying it. you're the only person he'll put up with.

although the doesn't quite know how to express his emotions with words, definitely does with his actions. to physical touch, gift giving, and just spending time with you, sae doesn't let his inability of expressing feelings with words stop him from letting you know how much he loves you.

needs you to give him a kiss before you or him leaves the house for anything. these kisses last a little longer depending how long he'll be gone. if he's leaving for a trip overseas, he kisses you until you're breathless and pulls away every few seconds to murmur an ‘i love you’.

loves going on walks while it's raining with you. brings an umbrella and makes sure you're bundled up, you can't get sick on his watch!

#blue lock x reader #chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri hyoma #reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage #sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi #blue lock #blue lock fluff

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hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog · 4 months ago

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Limelight Series - Chapter 4

Happy Monday Everyone! Here is chapter 4 of the limelight series! If you haven't read chapter three, click here to read it and then come back to read chapter 4.

This series came way of a message/ask from @hobby27 she asked:

"I would love something with Jensen and reader. He sees her when he’s at a convention and he’s bonkers for her. She isn’t so interested in a relationship with him because of the fame. So he has to woo her. Make her understand that he’s not a typical movie/tv star. Slow burn."

So I give you the Limelight series- It's a Jensen x reader (plus size, curvy girl) story, Jensen meets the reader in a bar, he falls fist, she is reluctant of course, but secretly she fell for him the second he walked through the door. So can a small town girl and a celebrity make it work?

Warnings for the whole series: language, multi-pov and switching between the pov mid chapters (sorry I can't help it), Jensen coming off aggressive for a hot second but then cooling off. Some douche side characters and some lovable ones, body shaming, angst, fluff, swoon, Jared is there and Micha is mention.

This story takes place an AU where Jensen is not married but Jared is and has kids.

This chapter is 2K+. Feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcomed. Please don't post as your own work, this is my work. If you would like to be added to my tag list, just ask, I am always happy to add you.

Thanks!

Next Day

"Hey, Jensen," you answer.

Trying to keep yourself calm, you keep repeating to yourself, He's just a guy, you get up from your chair and start pacing around your living room, needing to do anything to channel this nervous energy somewhere other than your voice.

"Hi, Y/N. How are you?" He asks, his voice low, almost to a whisper level.

You can hear a bit of commotion in the background. "I am good. Sounds like you're in the middle of something, though? " You ask, wondering why he is calling you and if he is working.

"Oh, no, sorry. Give me a second, " he replies, pulling the phone away from him. You hear him talking to someone quickly, and then the sound of him walking and a door opening and shutting behind him.

"Sorry about that. I just finished my last panel for the day with Jared, and I couldn't wait to hear your voice."

You feel your cheeks redden, and you're grinning from ear to ear. "I am glad you called. I like to hear your voice, too," you reply, hoping it doesn't sound too desperate. God, you wish you could be more confident.

"How about dinner again tonight?" He asks, hoping that you will give him another chance. What happened last night with the fans wouldn't scare you off, and being with him would be worth it.

"Umm…I don't know, Jensen…" you start to reply, remembering the mess that was last night. Besides, the night starts off with his adoring fans at the hotel. Once you two left the restaurant and planned on walking back without your chaperones, a mob was waiting for you around the corner. Fans and paparazzi—it was horrible.

"Did you see what was posted this morning about you? I can't imagine you didn't get a few questions about it?" You ask. Hoping that reminding him of that disaster last night would put in perspective that he and you won't work. Knowing full well that fans did not favor their favorite eye candy being seen with a woman and a plus size at that.

"The tabloids will print anything to sell their rag magazines. As for the fans…yeah, I had a few questions, but I diverted the questions like a pro." His confidence is loud and clear through the phone.

You can imagine him in a nondescript hotel room, puffing out his chest like the superhero that he is. Confident in his ability to quell your worries. Now you're wondering what he said and what Jensen thought about you.

"So what did you tell people?"

"The truth. That it was a first date and that I really liked her…I mean you." He clarified, ensuring you knew that he was talking about you.

"I am sure they didn't like to hear that." Fiddling with a pen, you start to doodle.

"Actually, they were excited to see me with someone; for some reason, they were concerned that I hadn't been seen with anyone for a while. But enough about them, so dinner? I will pick you up at 8?" He directs the conversation back to his original question. He wants to get off the subject of his fame and the task at hand, spending time with you.

Shit, he really wants to go through with this. "I am not in the city today." You reply, hoping that the idea of him driving out to Haven, two hours away, is a deterrent.

"That's fine. Text me your address, and I can leave now, " he replies, keys jingling in the background.

"I don't have anything in the house; I am serious, Jensen; I don't want you to waste your time. I am sure Evan and Quinn don't want to slum it out in the sticks again." You joke, wanting to keep it somewhat light and give him an out. It's easier for you to reject yourself before he can.

"Oh, I am not bringing those two. I can drive myself, you know, " he jokes. The sound of the door opening and closing again and his walking is apparent.

"Now, text me your address, and I will pick something up. I won't ask again." He's playful but slightly serious at the end.

You know that fighting with him on this is a losing battle, even if you have only known him for two days.

"Fine," you reply, open your text thread with him, and send your address. "I just sent it."

Jensen waits for a second, checking to make sure it came through.

"Perfect, see you soon, " he says, then hangs up the phone.

****

Panic really starts to set in now. Jensen Ackles will be at your place in two hours! What the fuck are you going to wear! You have to clean! You start to panic and go into turbo mode, stashing everything embarrassing in every drawer or closet you can and making yourself presentable.

At precisely the two-hour mark, your house is passable, and you are as well. You settle for comfortable jeans and a T-shirt with your good bra on. You double-check yourself in the mirror when you hear the doorbell ring.

Taking a breath, you walk a short distance and open the door.

Jensen stands with a takeout bag from your favorite diner, looking like perfection.

"Hey," he replies, giving you that smile that makes all girls melt and blush. He is also dressed casually: jeans and a red Henley. He is definitely dressed for a night in.

"Hey," you reply, stepping aside to let him pass. You shut the door behind him.

"You made perfect time. Hope it wasn't too much trouble." Knowing that your place is a bit out of Haven's city limits, he could have easily gotten turned around since he's not used to the area.

Jensen takes in your home, looking around at all your artwork. The space's coziness is, so you.

"No trouble at all." He replies, turning back to face you. "I hope you like burgers. I was craving just some good local food."

You give him a nod. "Absolutely, and you can't go wrong with Rosie's, the best diner food in all of Haven." You say, walking towards the kitchen. He follows, setting the bag on the counter while you grab some plates.

Jensen starts to unpack the food, "so, how was your day?" He questions.

You turn back, handing a plate for him to use. "Fine, I got some work done between the calls and texts I was getting from family and everyone in town wanting to know the details between you and me." You casually say, trying your best to not let your annoyance show through or blame Jensen for any of it. It's not his doing; he didn't plan for it.

"Want a beer?" you question. Turning back to grab a couple of bottles out of the fridge.

"Sure." He replies, taking a seat on the kitchen island with his food and taking your plate with him to sit next to him.

"So it was that bad for you? I am so sorry, Y/N. I promise it's not always like this." He's a wreck over how much his celebrity life is getting in the way of him getting to know this amazing woman sitting next to him.

You cross the room and take a seat next to Jensen. You place the beer before him and take a much-needed drink before responding. You can tell he's worried; the sparkle in his eyes when you open the door is slightly dimmed. Damn, you hate that you did that.

"It really wasn't that bad. I am sure I am just blowing it out of proportion. Let's just forget it." You say, wanting to put it behind you, at least for now.

Jensen gives you a nod. And you both start eating.

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"I still can't believe you did that to Jared!" you reply, still shocked by all the behind-the-scenes and on-set antics that Jensen has been developing for you all night.

After dinner, you moved from the kitchen to the living room. Curling up on the couch, facing him, a few empty bottles on the coffee table, you both felt relaxed and comfortable with each other.

"We need to pass the time somehow; shooting can take forever." Jensen tries to justify his actions. “Besides, Jared and Micha got me back good, so don't feel sorry for those two, " he replies, finishing his beer and setting it on the table.

You compose yourself, "OK, spill, what did they do?" you question, leaning your head against your hand propped up on the back of the couch. You love this; being with him is comfortable, like breathing.

"Oh, no, I will not tell you that part." He shakes his head, gets up from the couch, and grabs the empty bottles.

"You want another one?" he questions as he approaches the kitchen.

You shake your head. "I think that was the last one. Sorry." You reply, wishing you had more in the house.

"That's fine. I am good with water. Do you want some?" He questions, not that he needed alcohol. You're like his own personal drink of choice.

"Sure." Watching him walk away, damn, does he have a great ass or what! Feeling the butterflies start to swarm and you are reduced by the thoughts of him and his assets, you're caught mid-dirty thought.

"What's gotten you all smiley all of a sudden?" Jensen questions, pulling you back to reality.

Oh fuck, you start to panic; taking the glass of water from him, you lie, "Nothing." You smirk and know he's not buying it.

Jensen rolls his eyes. "OK, keep your secrets, but then I won't share this with you, " he states, bringing his hand from behind his back, a small takeout container from Rosie's.

You know exactly what's in a small box like that. "Oh, please tell me you brought pie, " you say, knowing he did since Rosie's has the best homemade pies in the county.

Jensen gives you a nod. "I mean, I couldn't forget the pie, " he says, sitting down and opening the box. There sat a slice of the perfect Apple crumble pie.

"Awe! And you got my favorite! You could have gotten any piece of pie, and it's my favorite." You exclaim with excitement. You reach for one of the forks in his hand but quickly pull them and a pie back.

"What!" You say, giving him a confused look.

"Yeah, no, I am not sharing until you tell me where your mind was at when I returned to the room. I have to know what got you all distracted," he teases.

"Not fair!" you pout, "if I had known that you were going to withhold pie from me, I would have kept my wits about me." You joke. Wanting nothing more than to keep your dirty thoughts to yourself.

This was all still new, and who's to say he even thought about you that way. You telling him all about your thoughts of him naked could derail and end everything.

Jensen grabs a piece of pie and brings the fork up between you, too, "I mean, I am fine with eating this all myself. It looks like a damn good pie." He says matter of fact. His voice is slightly low, and somehow he makes it so damn sexy!

Slowly bringing the fork to his lips, he slides the fork in between his lips. Swallowing, "Mmm, that's good."

He goes for another bite, but you stop him. "Fine! I thought you have a great ass, OK!" you blurt out, and before he can reply, you lean in and steal the bite from his fork.

Jensen didn't reply right away. Stunned by what you said and your closeness and ability to steal that bite of pie. You were inches from him, so close that if he had been prepared, he would have dipped his head slightly and kissed you right there.

"So I have a good ass, hmm? Anything else of mine you like, Y/N?" He questions. Feeling his boldness come back around.

You can feel yourself start to get self-conscious, but then you look at him, his eyes lock with yours. Starting you down, and not a hint of cringe or discus is to be had. No, what you see is his lust-blown eyes; he seems very much intrigued and invested. Fuck it, you've come this far.

"Your lips, I've always thought they seem very kissable. I am sure you've heard that before."

Jensen sets down the pie, wanting to get it out of the way. "I have, but for some reason, hearing it come from you, it's so much more sexy." He replies, reaching for your waist; he pulls you closer to him.

Inches separate you two, and your breath mingles with his.

"Want to see if your thoughts live up to reality?" he questions. Leaning in slightly, his lips graze yours, but he doesn't kiss you. He wants you to close the gap.

You nod and lean in, letting your lips mold to his. They are perfect, soft, and supple. Jensen is tender; no rushing is involved. Moving with you, it's perfect. Feeling the need to breathe, you pull back slightly and take in the oxygen you both need.

"So?" he questions breathly.

"Perfection, " you reply. Leaning your forehead against his, you let your fingers play with his shirt and wish you weren't in such an awkward sitting position.

As if he can read your mind, Jensen grabs your hips and manhandles you to straddle his lap. Putting himself more in the middle of the couch.

"Fuck, Jensen, no, I am going to crush you!" You yelp, being handled like you weigh nothing.

Jensen gives an audible pash at this.

"Please, I am fine. Besides, isn't this more comfortable?" Running a hand up and down your back, his other pulls your face closer to his. His lips find yours again; his tongue darts out and asks for passage to explore you more. You graciously accept and let his tongue dance with yours.

Taking more of him, the taste of pie's and beer, the sweetness mix with the feeling of him close to you, and your senses are in overdrive. You card your fingers through his short locks and try your best but fail to rock up against his incredible body. God, you haven't had anyone like this in a long time; you've never had anyone make you feel so complete and wanted as Jensen has made you in the past two days.

You pull away slightly, letting your forehead rest against his, as you take a much-needed breath. Is it just the intensity of him and his lips making your head spin, or is it the realization that you're falling for someone you know you can't have?

"Wow, " you breathy say, unsure if your brain can form more eloquent words.

Jensen gives you a cheeky smile at this, his dimples on full display. "Yeah…same…" he breathily replies, leaning in to start peppering kisses down your neck.

To Be Continued......

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whooptybloopy · 2 months ago

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Ozzie did what he could!

Warning, a hastily written small essay under the cut, sorry!

There are a few posts about how Fizz will be mad at Ozzie for not doing anything or that they will fight and all that and while I think they'll disagree it might make something better out of the pair of them.

I don't think Fizz honestly expected Oz to do something. He texted out of fear and love for Blitz and probs only had a sliver of hope that The Sin's words could help and I think Ozzie knew this too. I'm not sure as to what capacity Ozzie's or the other Sins roles were in the trial (whether they were a part of a "jury" or just witnesses to Satan's court.) But the fact that Satan just handed down a sentence without conferring to anyone probably means that the Sins sitting above Satan are just there for decoration, only intervening when deemed necessary.

Also, we don't know what the court summons mentioned in regards to The Sin's invites. It may have just read "trial on Imp assassination of a Royal Demon) or whatever. Clearly, the text messages on Oz's phone shows that he probably had no idea what the trial was for.

When Oz sees Fizz's texts he's not looking at them bored or even neutrally. His expression is pained because there is nothing he can do. Even with Bee at his side, it's two Sins against an entire court including Satan. And the camera's don't come on until after the sentence has been handed down.

Side-note: When Blitz is yelling at them Ozz and Bee both look remorseful. They know the system is fucked but if Satan created Imps what can they do?

Now, let's talk about Satan.

The guy is big! Like fucking huge! And that's not in a demon form as far as I'm aware, that's just his size! Ozzie's own demon form isn't that big compared to Satan so if Stan went full Demon Mode, he'd probably crush Ozzie easily and it's clear he as anger issues.

Also, it seems like all the Sins created their own race, Ozzie has Succbi and Satan has Imps. Would that mean that Satan has more power over Fizz as he is their literal creator than Ozzie?

And if we talk about BS hierarchy, Fizz was looking forward to seeing Oz on TV so he's not blameless either. Would he care if it wasn't Blitz on trial? Probably not. He only cares because it's his friend which doesn't make him bad person but it does demonstrate that Fizz isn't ready to shake up the hierarchy either because be also benefits from it, as do most of the Sins Favourites, such as Tex or Glitz and Glam.

I don't think Fizz will be angry at Ozzie but I do think it will give the pair the ability to see that the system they live in is broken and hopefully through means such as promoting care and not being dickheads to others because of their hellborn race they can demonstrate that it is possible to have Royals and non-royals exist in a more balanced society.

Tl;dr, the system if fucked and Ozzie and Fizz both know it, but it's so ingrained that until there is a true tipping point, nothing can be done.

Reblog or whatevs if you agree, disagree or have any other insights I missed!

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stevenbasic · 1 month ago

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Growing into the Job, Post 414: Melissa Comes Home, p1

The side door cracked open bringing with it the cool air from the attached garage as Melissa Monroe, Office Manager for what was at the time Far Horizons Medical Associates, made her way into the house. “Sorry I’m a little late,” she apologized, announcing herself to whoever was here as she came into the kitchen, tossed her bag and the package from the clinic on the counter and stepped into the soaring great room. She dropped her shoes - her feet were killing her - right there on the spot. “I had to stop by Evolution. They’re kinda getting so annoying but I needed-”

She lowered her voice immediately. The house was dark, just a couchside lamp lit in the big living space. She had already sent ripples through the peaceful scene; she could feel the vibe of the home and smiled when she took it all in.

“Thanks for watching him, Rand.”

Her friend Randi had their boss and Melissa’s current boyfriend on the couch with her, across her lap and wrapped into the plush white robe she was wearing, one that belonged to Melissa’s mother, whose house this was. His head, shoulders and arms were nowhere to be seen, swaddled to her chest. Randi brought her finger to her lips. “Shhhhhhhhh….!”

“Oh! Is he sleeping..?” Melissa whispered excitedly as she tiptoed her way toward them with a big, big smile on her face. She felt so much better being near him. Evening had fallen, the lights were low, and she knew he’d- haha - had a very eventful day. It warmed her to see two of the people she loved most like this. Standing over the pair, watching the scene, she beamed.

Randi was wearing a white robe of her moms. Wrapped inside, his head suctioned to her teat, lay Melissa’s boyfriend. It was so cute.“ Ya I think he’s out,” Randi softly whispered as she looked down at the child-sized bulge in her robe, “He stopped sucking a half hour or so ago, but I honestly think he was asleep way before that.”

“Oh my gosh that’s too adorable,” Melissa gushed, still trying her best to stay quiet even though she was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to hear anything. She could sense that he was deep asleep and his mind was still. Plus, he was covered up by the robe; any sound they made would be muffled, and his hearing wasn’t very good anyway. Despite this, she was still careful, as she raised his thin little legs up so she could sit down beside the two, on Randi’s left. She lowered his legs back, fresh and naked, onto her lap and across her powerful, pencil skirt thighs. She looked down on him, nice and exposed, as she playfully brought the fingers of her left hand to his knee. “He looks like he enjoyed his day with Auntie Randi.”

“Yeah he ‘enjoyed’ it alright…” Randi began, pausing as she did her math, “he enjoyed it five times. And…look at that. It looks like he’s getting ready to enjoy it again.” She paused again, nodding her chin over towards what was now slowly stiffening, growing up off his right thigh. “Do you think he knows you’re here? He seems happy to see you.”

“Ooooo five times? Is that right?” Melissa cooed, her eyes drifting down to the swelling erection which was systematically rising, rising, rising. They both watched it; it was an amazing sight. “Did Auntie Randi make you come five times? Hmm?” Her tone, speaking directly to his lower half again, was indulgent. It was as if she was speaking to a small child.

“I can’t believe how needy he is, Missy,” Randi said, beginning to lightly stroke his head through the soft fabric of the robe, though her eyes remained fixed on his member, “and how quickly he can recover.” Her voice, atypical for her, was low, quiet and tender. “You’ve really been training him well.”

“Well I’m sorry I wasn’t here to take care of him myself,” Melissa offered, “This little guy can be a handful.” She hissed, sucking air through her front teeth as she began to stroke his thigh with her left hand and cause his cock to surge to full mast, “Thank you so much for being here, helping him out when he needed it. I’m sure he appreciated it.”

They both watched as Dr. J twitched in - yes - appreciation.

“Oh don’t thank me, it wasn’t me. It was you,” Randi continued, “Every time we did it he was either watching your interview or looking at pictures of you or I was talking about you. Well, except for the time when I had his whole arm down my throat. But otherwise it was all you. Even now, he’s sucking my tit but I bet he’s dreaming about you. He really digs his new Mommy Girlfriend.”

Dreaming about me? Mommy Girlfriend? Melissa’s eyes dulled as she looked down at him, gazing deep.

She paused, watching his eyes slide back and forth behind his lids.

Mmmm Yep. He is. He’s dreaming me bigger.

“Aww that’s sweet.” Melissa replied, as her hand drifted under his swollen scrotum and rewarded his thoughts with a caress.

“‘Sweet’s’ got nothing to do with it, Missy. He’s a….nnnnnnn…”

Randi closed her eyes and groaned softly. She was lost in a moment of rapture as Dr. J, in his dream-filled sleep, under the warm blanket of the white terrycloth robe, began to suck again at her right nipple.

Melissa giggled, encouraging the show as Randi recovered. She began drawing two delicate fingers up his purple, swollen shaft, tracing the path of his engorged, throbbing veins.

“…he’s a…uggh…he’s a fucking simp for you,” Randi continued, more breathless now and watching her friend gently take his impressive manhood into her huge, manicured hand, gripping it around the shaft. “H-he…he worships you,” she said.

“Mmmm…yeah…” Melissa purred, “not really. Not yet.”

Both women were watching him throb, balls clenching, veins pulsing. Melissa had him in her soft but powerful grasp and began to stroke him in a slow, gentle rhythm.

“…but I love it,” she admitted.

“Oh Christ,” Randi groaned, her eyes fluttering shut again as-

“Language…” scolded Melissa.

“S-s-sorry…”

-as his nursing behavior became more fervent under the robe. Slow but firm and now with purpose came Melissa’s strokes up and down, up and down. She could sense not only his pleasure coming, but Randi’s as well as she steadily brought them to a crest.

“M-Missy I…I…” Randi groaned, holding his head tight to her chest, letting her long tongue loll out of her mouth. The feel…the feel of his face plastered against her big tit, his mouth dry-nursing her nipple, it was like sex it was better than sex and she’d never been able to come through her nipple but- “If you keep doing that Missy...I’m gonna…he’s gonna…we’re gonna…”

“That’s right, that’s okay baby,” Melissa purred, speaking down to his needy cock but also to her friend, “I know what you need. Come for mama.”

In a small chorus of groans - one from her and one that came from under her robe - both Randi and Dr J came in unison, together, stoked and stroked to a sympathetic climax that washed over them both like a gentle wave. Randi’s came from her nipple, for the first time in her life, but she also felt something change deep within. There was this sense of satisfaction, this peace that she never thought she could have as she held Jay to her chest.

As if to christen the moment, Jay released spurt after spurt of come which splattered over the two of them, he and Randi, as he slept. His crescendo echoed in his dream until he was left dribbling all over Melissa’s left hand.

Melissa giggled, pleased with her efforts as she felt Randi growing right next to her.

Her friend was gasping, panting, clutching their little charge to her chest as her breast swelled into his face. He was still asleep.

“Jesus Missy…” Randi breathed, slowly coming back to reality, eyes refocusing, a little larger than she was just two moments ago, “and, I know, sorry. Language.”

Melissa giggled again. She was happy, so happy to be able to do this, to bring such pleasure and comfort to her little family. To be able to make them grow stronger. They were all becoming closer, bonding, and it was beautiful.

His come was pearly on her hand, opalescent in the semi-light. Melissa lay his cock down, tenderly, against his hip. She held her hand up, glistening, and lazily rubbed her fingers together. It was beautiful, really, the way it caught the beams, the soft rays of light from the lamp. It glistened on its own, trailing down her hand and between her fingers.

Randi was staring.

“Do you want this?” Melissa asked her friend as, with great ceremony, she offered her hand to her friend. She brought it towards Randi’s face and Randi’s eyes were locked on hers as she opened her mouth and took her fingers in, sucking on them, taking the come the seed all its brine in a communion. Her eyes fluttered, the ecstasy of a divine experience, and she quietly sucked, and slurped, and ate it all from her friend’s hand.

When Melissa’s hand was clean and gone, wiped dry on his thigh, Randi leaned her head onto her friend’s right shoulder. Together the two women held him, his naked body laid across their laps, still sleeping under the robe.

“You need me to leave, don’t you?” Randi said after a time.

“Yes, but not just yet,” Melissa answered, leaning her own head onto Randi’s, “let’s sit like this for a while.”

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d3vils-island · 3 months ago

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Dave Mustaine x Fem!reader

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Description: Your boyfriend (James Hetfield) gets up on another girl at his house party. You call him out, but he just shrugs you off. So fueled with rage, you go upstairs to the guest bedroom to calm down, until someone barges in.

Warnings: PORN W/ PLOT! (I’ll mark with three “^” when the smut starts) light choking, overstim!, Oral (f!recieving)

A/N: I had no fucking clue on what to title this, I was thinking fumbled because James fumbled you but now that I actually typed it out and posted it, I’m realizing how dumb it is.

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Your hand reached for the door knob, twisting it and entering the guest bedroom. In it was the normal bed, dresser, bed side tables, and desk; a lamp in the corner dimly lit up the room. The sounds of loud music and chattering from downstairs could be heard from the other side of the door. You walked over to the bed and sat on it, taking in a deep breath to calm down.

Earlier, while you were talking with some of your friends, you glanced over the room and saw your boyfriend sitting in the couch with another girl, his hand wrapped around her shoulders. You excused yourself from your friends, and walked over to your boyfriend.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You spat, eyeing the other bitch he was with. Before James could say anything, the girl interrupted.

“Why do you care?” Before you even processed what she asked, your body reacted. You spilt your nearly full drink all over her skanky dress, tossing the empty cup to the side and storming off, making sure to flip her the finger before storming up the stairs. However, before you went into the guest bedroom, you hung out by the railing, leaning over it to see what they would say about you.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with her.” James apologized, wiping her dress with some napkins. You scoffed, walking away. James was no longer your problem, she could have him for all you cared.

You took in another breath, trying to calm your head as you laid your back against the plush sheets of the queen sized bed. You closed your eyes to relax, but when you did, memory’s of you and James flashed through your mind. You opened them, staring up at the ceiling. Did you do something wrong? Why would he all of a sudden just… do that?

The bedroom door swung open, startling you before you sat up to see who it was. A ginger haired man faced the door as he closed it, letting out a deep sigh when he heard the click of it lock.

He turned around, nearly spilling his beer from how startled he was to see you sitting on the bed, staring at him.

“Fuck,” he jumped, “you scared the shit out of me.” He paused, getting his bearings.

“What are you doing in here?” He asked, letting out an annoyed groan before walking over to the desk that was on his right. He pulled the chair out and turned it so that he could face you. He sat down in it and put his drink on the table behind him.

“You answer first.” You said.

Dave sighed. “I got into a fight with some kid here. He was spitting shit and I lost my temper. I came here to get away from everyone and calm myself down.”

“That’s very… you.” You let out a small laugh.

“Why are you here?”

“James was hitting on some girl… I confronted him but she made some snarky comment about me, and just like you I lost my temper, spilling my drink all over her.” You crossed your arms.

“James really did that? That asshole...” he shook his head and scoffed, picking up his drink to take a sip of it.

Hell, you didn’t know if it was all the alcohol you consumed, or the fact James just broke your heart, but Dave was looking a lot… hotter, than usual. Maybe it was just the dim lighting, but you had the urge to just go up to him, take a seat on his lap and make out with him.

You barely even knew Dave, the only time you two were found next to each other is when you tagged along with James to their band practices. But even then, you barely spoke to each other, —and to be honest— you kinda hated him. His cocky attitude, temper, and smug personality made your blood boil for some reason. So for you to suddenly want to run your hands all over his body was definitely not normal.

Your eyes glanced across his features, admiring his nose, eyes, and lips. Eventually trailing down his body, you noticed his strong arms and veiny hands. God… you wanted him so bad in that moment. You mentally slapped yourself, trying to control the heated thoughts that bubbled up. Like how you wanted his strong arms to throw you on the bed, for his hands to wrap around your neck, and for his cock to-

“My eyes are up here.” He pointed two fingers towards his face, gazing at you with a smirk.

“Sorry, uhm… I was just, admiring you.” You murmured, glancing away. Dave suddenly stood up from the chair, walking over to you and standing in front of you with a close proximity.

“Oh yeah?” He cooed, stepping a little closer.

“Yeah.” You whispered back, gazing up at him as excitement fueled you. Were your sick new fantasies about to be fulfilled?

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He gently pressed his hand against your chest, pushing you back against the soft bedsheets before climbing ontop of you, placing his hands on either side of you while his knee rested between your legs.

“Why don’t you admire closer then…” he said, taking a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers, before he leaned down, lighting a fire inside you when his lips came in contact with yours. They seemed to move in perfect sync together, molding and moving as one. You parted, a glistening strand of saliva hanging between your lips.

No words were exchanged, you both knew what you wanted, and that was each other. Your lips connected again, but this time the kiss was needy. Your tongues collided with each other, fighting for dominance before you willingly submitted, letting him take control of your mouths. One of your hands slid up his shirt, feeling his chest, while the other grabbed onto his arm to feel his muscles.

The next few seconds were a blur, all you remember is you both hurriedly taking all of your clothes off, a feeling of desire burning in you, before Dave grabbed your waist and pressed your back against the bed again. His hands slip up to your chest, groping and kneading at your breasts. He leaned down, taking you into another kiss, before trailing a serious of kisses down your neck, eventually finding that one spot that made you scratch at his back and whine in pleasure.

“Shit, the door-“ “Don’t worry your pretty little head, I locked it.” He said, kissing you again. A lump in your chest disappeared as Dave reassured you no one could walk in.

He trailed the kisses down again, but this time farther. He latched his lips around one of your nips, sucking and swirling his tongue around it, before moving his mouth to the other one, making sure they were both given attention.

He let out low groans against your chest, before letting go and gazing down at you with lust. “Let’s get started…” he whispered, grabbing your ankles and throwing your legs over his shoulders. The way he effortlessly threw you around like nothing made your heart pound. He then guided his tip to the entrance of your cunt, slowly tracing circles around it. Without warning, he slammed his entire cock into you, before gliding his hand up to your jaw, rubbing circles against your cheek as if to make you feel better for the sudden agony he caused.

The pain turned into pleasure as he started thrusting into you, reaching the deepest parts of your tight cunt. One spot in particular that he brushed up against caused you to scratch at his back, definitely leaving red marks. Your low grunts and curses mixed in the air, before being muffled when you pulled him down by the back of his neck into a kiss. One of his hands wrapped around your neck, applying pressure that made you feel ecstasy, while his other hand gripped your waist, definitely leaving marks.

A knot tightened in your abdomen, threatening to snap at any moment. You tapped at Dave’s shoulder, trying to signal you were near your orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” You whined into Dave’s ear, feeling his hot breath against your neck.

“I know baby, I know.” He sped up his thrusts, your nails on his back scratching deeper than before from how much pleasure you were receiving. Your breath was hitched, and your long awaited high came crashing down on you like a wave. Your legs were shaking, but Dave didn’t stop as he was chasing his own orgasm. He pulled out a few seconds later, stroking himself a couple times before releasing on the sheets. Both of your hot, shaking breaths filled the air.

“Fuck, I need to taste you…” Dave groaned, grabbing your thighs and pulling your legs off his shoulders before yanking you by the ankles so you were closer to the edge of the bed. Dave didn’t even give you a second to breath before he had his tongue exploring your already sore and puffy pussy. Your legs were shaking from the pure bliss you were experiencing, instinctively closing them around Dave before he quickly grabbed your thighs with his rough hands and spread them wide. He ate at your throbbing pussy like it was his last meal, and damn was he a good at it. You felt the knot tighten in you again, and when it snapped, the wave of ecstasy hit you 10x harder than it did before.

Your whole body was shaking from the pleasure, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead, and Dave showed you no mercy as you called out his name, begging him to stop.

“Not yet, princess.” He groaned against your clit, the vibrations from his voice adding to your overstimulation. Your fingers entangled in his golden locks, gripping them as he started to slow down, eventually coming to a stop. Your panting filled the air, and your body felt like it was on fire.

Dave stood up, putting his boxers and pants back on. You hazily stood up as well, putting your garments back on.

“That was…” you paused, letting out a staggered breath. “Better than James?” Dave interrupted. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Way better” you said, feeding his ego. But was it really feeding his ego if it was true?

��We should clean up…” you said, glancing at the bed.

“That asshole can clean it up himself.” Dave said before he grabbed his beer, walking out of the bedroom. You followed him shortly after, your sore legs trying there best to keep you up right.

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coatl-cuddles · 4 months ago

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What if Sky had larger server sizes?

Well here's a post going in detail about it, because I am deranged

Warning: Long Post! Seriously!

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Boring Basics

HOW WOULD THIS WORK?

Something to note is that Sky is a pretty intimate experience and can be extremely confusing and overwhelming when starting out. Because of this I think it's best that you can ONLY ACCESS the higher server sizes AFTER completing eden OR after gaining 100 winged light. I would do this by putting a realm gate or door in Aviary Village (maybe in the old hut where the Season of Revival gear was), where a candle or darkstone is waiting inside to be lit. Similar to activating which home base you want to choose, you can manually turn this on and off at any time. This way players who want a more minimalist experience can have that, meanwhile players who want a more socially in-depth ( or socially chaotic haha) experience can have that instead!

“How to divide the numbers?

Sky is broken into loading realms, which are broken into areas, which are then broken down into loading zones” - For the sake of the conversation we will be talking about areas as a WHOLE (anything divided by a loading screen or winged gate is up for debate). We will NOT be including loading zones. The concept of different loading zones having different area sizes is dumb and would be hell for groups of players going together. So we’re going to pretend like they don’t exist lol. Like oops sorry little Timmy this loading zone is actually 10 people not 12 you will now be thanos snapped from the group. So unless it is a COMPLETELY segregated area/realm, the server size will remain the same. (with a few small exceptions)

This is just for theoretical fun! I am making this post COMPLETELY IGNORING practical game development rules, and what is ACTUALLY possible the server power TGC HAS.

However, I am going to make this practical and consider each area's strong points and weak points within the community for server sizes!

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AVIARY VILLAGE

Aviary Village townsquare - 35 person MINIMUM

This should be the LARGEST AREA IN THE GAME. There is NO REASON the main town should be so empty all the time, ESPECIALLY with as many sitting and hang out spots the developers put into it. The tower, the hills, the grass, etc. The best core memory of playing mmos growing up was finding a spot where there weren’t a lot of other players and going there frequently to hang out. Which then means you meet people who regular the same spot. And you can become friends easier. Personally I would want it to be 50 people, but that number can be a little daunting. So for now let's go with 35 MINIMUM.

Aviary Village Shops - 8 person MAX

It's super cramped in there; The default size is good. I just wish the servers actually loaded people in there quicker! I'd love to see people sitting in the chairs and hanging out. Especially since there’s such good hang out areas in there. Buuut I also understand why no one DOES hangout in there, BECAUSE it is so cramped!

Cafe - 10 person MAX

There’s 12 seats in there, so 10 is a good max! I was gonna make it higher, but I was in there while it was full today and oh man!! I don’t know if its an oob or what! But it got crowdedddd! BUT, since so many people DO use the cafe, I think its best to raise it a little. And I say that because as someone who did try going in as a group 8 people was just a liiiiittttlleeee too small.

Nest - 8 person MAX

Oh my god please keep it at 8 people max. It would be extremely funny if it was 10 people. But as someone who has had the limit in her house before oh my god its SO CROWDED. Absolutely nuts no more people please. (Though it would be funny if it were a higher server size) (just not practical)

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ISLE OF DAWN

Isle of Dawn - 20 person MAX

Note: Remember this includes everything as ONE LOADING ZONE. We are getting rid of loading zones here. Which is a BAD idea, but we’re gonna do it anyways! The only area not included in this would be the Cave of Prophecy!

Anyways- I would make this one of the bigger areas in the game considering how OPEN and LARGE IT IS. I would also make itone of the largest, because of how often players actually DO hang out in Isle of Dawn. For those unaware the Season of Gratitude area CONSTANTLY has players idling, sleeping, or hanging out.

So in order to allow larger groups to hang out, WITHOUT going to the Season of Gratitude concert tech, I would make this area larger.

Cave of Prophecy - 16 person MAX

“But its so cramped in there??” Yes, it is. But I would rather dodge Sky kids raining down from the wind paths and from the cavern corridor, than let little moths or solo players who need help go unattended! And as someone who goes to the trials daily, quite frankly a lot of people come in groups (myself included occasionally!) and don’t have time to stop to help newcomers! So when you have SO many different people going in 4 different directions I think it would be best to raise this to 16 people. I would say 12 people to make it more manageable, but I feel like that number would be too low to make the impact that it needs to. So rahhh battle royale lobby time good luck kings

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DAYLIGHT PRAIRIE

Daylight Prairie Main Zone - 16 person MAX

Note: This includes the prairie lobby, butterfly fields, birds nest, prairie caves, the village, and the temple! Matching with Wasteland for the most popular lobby to hang out in; Daylight Prairie I would raise to 16 people! That number is definitely quite large, especially for the caves, BUT with the consideration that there would only be one loading zone per AREA, then the likelihood of players sleeping or afking makes this much more possible. Especially in areas like the caves where the bonfire is AND the back cave corridors are down to the boatsman. So it wouldn’t be as bad as you would think. And again we are encouraging people to SPREAD out and hang out in spots other than just in front of the dressing rooms! And this size would encourage that. Remember: this would not effect moths. There will not be 14 moths running up to you with a white candle. You are safe. For now.

Ancestors Table: 10 person MAX

I am begging the devs to raise this. I am sorry, but the amount of times there has been ONE AFK person that ruins it for everyone else has been astronomical. Especially when it comes to getting OREO TO WORK. And don't even get me started on the hackers jumping to the top and dooming everyone at the bottom omg. Raise the default limit by two and solve all worlds problems.

Sanctuary - 16 person Max

Okay I debated on this one for quite a long time, mostly because Sanctuary is SO LARGE that it should truly be getting the Isle of Dawn or Aviary Village treatment. HOWEVER…. Have you ever been to geyser when every. Single. Person. Is active. No afk. No slackers. Everyone is moving. Cause oh my god it is a battleground.

So for the sake of everyone's sanity (even though I really would want there to be 30 people flying around at a given time) we’ll make the limit 16 people. It's still gonna be hell, but not nearly as unmanageable.

Prairie Peaks - 25 person max

This would earn the title of second biggest area in the game considering there's NOTHING TO DO HERE.

No candles. 4 Spirits 3 Winged lights

It is a barren wasteland where the only thing to do IS HANG OUT.

So it earns its title as the second biggest hang out spot. Congratulations Prairie Peaks you have a use now (I would maybe raise the gate to a higher number of spirits or winged light needed to enter though). --------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------

Hidden Forest

Blanket statement of raise the cap for every single area to a 12 person MAXIMUM

Forest is not built to withstand any more people than that. Hiding spots from the rain, grandma's table, the caves, etc. There wouldn’t be enough room for any more than that. It just wouldn’t be practical I’m afraid. It would do more harm than good to raise the numbers here. Especially if a skykid fresh from eden gets caught in the rain and there’s no room by a recharge post to stand near. Yeah definitely not. 12 is the maximum capacity for ANY area here! Also yes, I’m also including Treehouse in this, because even vets still deal with the rain here (I don't blame them I hated doing the quests post-season release.)

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WIND PATHS - 20 person MAX

Another extremely large area with insane amounts of hang out spots and flying room. Paired with Isle of Dawn this will be another large area to hang out in (as it rightfully deserves i am wind paths #1 supporter)

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Valley of Triumph - 10 person Max

Another extremely tricky one. And another blanket statement unfortunately

Due to the way races work and how absolutely narrow some of the side passages are near the Village of Dreams and Performance stage I sadly have to give Valley the Forest treatment.

Not because people are gonna die here if there’s too many people, but because it’ll just get INSANELY annoying to deal with. Like it just straight up will break stuff if we go any higher. You could MAYBE go 12-16 if you wanted to treat the ski lift boats in the Village of Dreams like a pubg lobby where you have to fight for your life to get on one. That might kind of fun.

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GOLDEN WASTELAND

Lobby - 16 person minimum

Wasteland is very lucky to have the largest lobby among Sky. From the bonfire, to the dressing rooms, to the switch cave, to the pillars in the clouds when you're coming from Valley, to the bridge and towers bordering the lobby. It is ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE and should be taken advantage of.

I once saw someone stick a bonfire on one of those pillars near where you come from Valley and it was the coolest thing I ever saw. Waiter!! Waiter!! More of that please!!!!

Truthfully I feel like 20 is better, but for the sake of keeping things practical we’ll do 16.

Abyss - 12 person Max

Going right from the lobby and straight to the right. Abyss absolutely needs more people. Not because it's a great hang out spot, but because it is an absolute nightmare getting to kids when they’re krilled and we NEED more people to cover more ground. Seriously, if you get krilled in the abyss you’re basically screwed. And if TWO people get krilled? Actual nightmare to deal with. It's SO HARD saving other sky kids you have no idea.

The Wastes - 12 person Max

Anything after the tornado at this point should be 12 people.

Will this make things kind of messy when it comes to hiding from krill? Yes. BUT does it mean there’s a higher chance to be SAVED if you ARE hurt. Double yes. Also since loading zones don't exist people are gonna be PRETTY far spread out when it comes to the krill introduction area and the graveyard since those are both the same AREA. So it’ll be fine.

The Forgotten Ark - 12 person max

I was going to make this higher, but there’s literally no reason for that. Especially since you can buy spells in Aviary now. Same verse as the first, the new server size is 12 people. Also prevents people from being split up when they try and go to the arc via boat. Try not to think too hard about the logistics of 12 people sitting on the same transportation boat.

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VAULT OF KNOWLEDGE

Vault Main Sector / Elevator - 10-12 person Max

Raising it a little, but not by much. There’s not enough room on that elevator for more hahaha

Starlit Desert - 20 person max

The amount of tea parties, musical concerts, and sleepy little guys I have seen here is astounding. There’s enough room between the gloating narcissists concert hall, the rose garden, library, king’s isle, and lighthouse for the number to rise considerably. Also plenty of flying room.

Repository of Refugee- 8 person max

It's way too damn small in here for 8 people, let alone more.

Secret Room - 10 person max

Honestly we could keep it as 8 people, but it's fun to make it 10.

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EDEN

We are raising this number to fucking 12 people MINIMUM.

I do not care that it will make hiding behind rocks harder. I am so sick and tired of groups of vets flying by in bundles and leaving moths alone to rot. I cannot be the only solo mf loading in to help them. SOBBING. WE NEED MORE PEOPLE PLEASE I CANNOT KEEP ESCORTING +3 MOTHS AT A TIME.

Anyways, the same goes for Orbit.

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Yayyyy there’s our changes for the sky server limit.

God I wish this was real. Honestly. Personally. would prefer if the server cap was a MINIMUM of 20 for every region and say fuck game stability but i know others would hate that HAHAHAHAHAAHAH. Ok post over this is probably really dumb but i am cringe and i am free weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

#long text #long post #long #text wall #coatl rambles #sky cotl #thatskygame #sky children of the light #text post #kind of #im not tagging all that

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good-beanswrites · 8 months ago

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One more scene from Fuuta-Es convos with @waivyjellyfish for now :3 I liked exploring Es' post-canon mindset as an ex-murder investigator... Like my other drabble, I don't have the details worked out but Milgram is over and they're living at the Kajiyamas' now.

What Fuuta didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

It’s what Es told themself as they slipped into his clothes. They’d spotted the outfit at the bottom of Fuuta’s closet a few days ago, then decided to bide their time. With Fuuta and his sister downstairs having breakfast, there was a small window of opportunity now.

Es stuck their arm through the red-striped sleeve. They still didn’t know what possessed them to put it on.

Was it the appeal of something familiar? In a world devoid of all memories, they enjoyed the idea of putting on at least one outfit that they’d seen hundreds of times on their little music video screen. Is it possible to be comforted by someone else’s memories?

Was it old habits? They’d spent each trial doing anything and everything to feel closer to the prisoners. To take a peek into their minds. To step into their shoes. This was taking it a bit literally, they knew. Although everything was over and they had no reason to connect so deeply to any of the prisoners, Es couldn’t get away from the duty they’d obsessed over for so long.

Maybe it was just their troublesome curiosity, always driving them forward. There was a small part of them that hungered for more information, no matter the reason. They were perfectly aware that putting on Fuuta’s red and blue tracksuit would probably offer them absolutely nothing new, but they had to try. Something might be revealed to them, and they needed to know.

Es stood in front of the full length mirror. They turned one way. They turned the other way. They shifted their arms. They cocked their head.

Sure enough, nothing.

They took note of the little details. It was a little big on them, (though it wouldn’t take them long to catch up to Fuuta’s size). It was neither fashionable nor tacky. The material wasn’t exactly comfortable, but at least it felt warm.

But, did it make them feel any closer to Fuuta?

They contemplated a moment, thinking of all that he may have done in the outfit. There were so many classes these pants had walked to, so many arcade coins that these pockets had held. Es wondered if his friends ever nudged the shoulders of the jacket playfully. Maybe they weren’t the type. It had probably seen it’s share of all nighters. And also lazy days spent in bed, or sick days laid up on the couch.

They puffed their chest out, thinking of the confidence Fuuta may have had wearing this. They pulled the hood over their hair. It had likely seen just as much as his hesitance. How many times had he sunk into the thick material for an escape? Or was there an opposite effect – did he feel so comfortable in this that he could commit murder?

Es stared at themself.

There came some shuffling out in the hall. Before Es could move, Fuuta was shouting to his sister and bursting into the room.

“Will you get out of my fucking hair if I bring it to you right –” he froze. “Now...”

Es, too, was frozen in place, their eyes wide.

“I-I’m sorry.” They started unzipping the jacket. “I saw it and… I didn’t mean to –”

“ – It’s fine,” Fuuta muttered. He waved his hand dismissively. He started shuffling things around in his desk drawer, angling his head down, out of sight. His voice was strained, though it wasn’t as angry as Es had been expecting. “It’s not like I’m ever gonna wear it again.”

Es carefully folded the jacket over their arm. “I wasn’t trying to bring up the past. I was just…” What had they been doing?

“I said it’s fine.”

“I know it’s not.”

“You don’t know anything. Wear it every day for all I care. I was just gonna toss it.”

“You still can. Or, I can.”

“Nah.” Fuuta retrieved what he was looking for. He paused in the doorway, taking one last look over his shoulder. “Looks better on you, anyway.”

Es straightened in surprise as he left. They took another look in the mirror. They allowed themself a small smile. They might have undersold how comfortable it was.

Now that they were thinking of it, they did look pretty cool… Maybe that was all there was to it.

#milgram #es #fuuta kajiyama #instead of mvs jackalope should just let es wear the prisoners' murder outfits #adfasdf but really - theres always an interesting closeness that comes from sharing clothes #and i think investigator-brained es would be going crazy with Thoughts #i love the idea of them unable to stop analyzing the prisoners even when theres no need to anymore #it was their One And Only Purpose In Life for a long time and thats hard to shake you know?#also listen. i had to cut a line that ruined my dramatic flow but listen. fuuta was SO nervous wearing that when she died.#hed be scared and running home and sweating. and then hed refuse to touch it from the emotional pain so it would never get washed.#that thing is Boy Stinky im so sorry to break it to you -_-#thank you for the ideas pal!!! im taking a break now but im keeping the others in my back pocket - maybe to write more at some point 👀#drabbles

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rohansregret · 2 years ago

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prior to that nsfw tyr/odin ramble would u care to write an nsfw drabble dedicated to that ??? 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ size diff and all,, morally ambious;;; probably in odin's pov.. pretty please 🙏🙏🙏

delusions

pairing: odin!tyr x gn!reader

description: odin’s been noticing how touchy you’ve been towards him ever since he was ‘rescued’ from svartalfheim, makes sense as you were tyr’s partner. he knows he shouldn’t indulge and politely turn down your advances, but you just look so good, he can’t resist.

warnings/tags: nsfw, odin!tyr, odin’s a bastard, could be seen as dub-con/non-con since you believe odin is really tyr, manipulation, bruises, size difference, biting, based off this post

note: thank you for your request! this is my first god of war work on this blog and i’m pretty satisfied with it. i didn’t write full on sex, but if you want to see that maybe i could write an extended version? lmk! when i posted that odin/tyr ramble i didn’t expect anyone to agree with me, so imagine my surprise when i saw fellow odin fuckers show up 😭 i did struggle a bit with keeping the pov strictly odin, so i did what i could. anyway, thank you again and i hope you enjoy this! i had fun writing it :)

everyone was finishing the last of their dinner when your voice spoke out above the common bickering between brok and sindri. “tyr, could i speak with you in private? that is if you are not required elsewhere.” odin’s temporary golden eyes rose from his empty bowl to lock with your gaze, watching as you expectantly glanced over at kratos.

“no. do as you wish.” said man spoke, his booming voice earning a small smile of thanks before you rose from your wooden chair. “of course, beloved. what do you need?” his much larger hand reached out to slip into yours and he let you gently drag him towards your room that sindri so generously allowed you to use. “i’d like to do this in my room, if that’s alright?” you didn’t wait for a response as you both entered the room. ‘rude’, odin thought. there was a moment of awkward silence before you both took a seat beside each other on the bed far too small to fit someone of tyr’s size.

it didn’t take long for you to initiate the conversation, turning to the side and placing your other hand on the back of odin’s. “i don’t want to sound.. insensitive, when i say this.” your voice stayed smooth, but odin could tell something was bothering you enough for you to not want to say it. which by the way, annoyed him to absolutely no end. he can add this to his never ending list of cons from his experience as ‘tyr’. with a sigh, odin gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “whatever you have to say, i know you mean no harm.” he smiled, “take your time.”

his own words made him want to roll his eyes. time was modest, and he didn’t want to waste his on this moment. though he knew his dear son would waste away to nothing if it was for you. so that’s what he’ll do.. for the mean time, that is.

you brought odin’s hand up to your mouth to press a kiss onto it, holding it to rest lightly on your lips as you thought of your next words. “i know it has been a long time since we’ve seen each other, and there are more important things we need to be worrying about at the moment..” you began to trail off, rambling on and finding words to circle your point. odin sighed and removed his oversized hand from yours, instead placing both of them on either side of your head, thumbs caressing your cheeks. “forgive me for interrupting, but i worry for you. tell me what’s on your mind, let me help.” odin couldn’t help but let himself admire the look on your face. your eyes, slightly wider than usual and your cheeks warm against his foreign palms. he wouldn’t deny your beauty, never has. as much as he hates to admit, one of the very rare things he’s remotely jealous of, was you and how he could never have you.

“okay. okay, i’m sorry.” you closed your eyes and swallowed, holding onto odin’s wrists. “i would like for us to indulge in a little normalcy like once before, spend the night in each others embrace.” eyes locked on odin’s, straying occasionally to observe the face of the lofty god.

‘oh?... oh.’

“oh.. well,” odin began, clearing his throat and surprisingly finding himself stumped. his first instinct was to push you away from him and excuse himself from the room. the look on your face is ultimately what got him. the pure hope mixed with slight embarrassment had his blood boiling in all the right- no, wrong places. this is the last thing odin should be worried about. yet here he is, mind rapidly filling with images of you beneath him, his hands squeezing and groping your body and skin rubbing against skin.

he could feel tyr’s skin heating up, sweat collecting on his forehead and his heart pulsing just a bit faster than usual. “yes, yes i.. i would like that.” his words left his mouth faster than his brain could comprehend, but yet he didn’t feel any regret. he knew this was wrong, he also knew that’s why he was even more aroused by it.

that was all it took for odin to take your chin in his hand and shift forward, “are you sure?” your nod came quick and he suppressed a smug grin at your eagerness.

it wasn’t long for the both of you to get undressed, your bare back now pressed against the soft fur of the bed, odin’s mouth and hands traveling across your neck and torso. getting lost in the moment, he began to squeeze the meat of your thighs and couldn’t help but nip at them, surely creating a few bruises. a squeal of surprise came from your throat and you gazed down at him, eyes sparkling and pupils blown. “tyr- you’ve never done that before,” odin tensed as if he got too carried away, but the sight of your overly reactive and excited body eased his worries. “please, do it again.” your request immediately clouded his brain, just as the sensation of a new bite clouded yours.

maybe he could get used to this after all.

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #how #gowr #odin #odin god of war #odin gowr #odin god of war ragnarok #odin x reader #odin gow x reader #tyr #tyr god of war #tyr god of war ragnarok #tyr x reader #tyr gow x reader #rohansregret #drabble

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