#than ‘don’t worry about it! it’s fine and normal to have sex you’re uncomfortable with and if you disagree you’re acephobic’

[irrealisms]

every time I see a “it’s actually totally fine and nbd to have sex you don’t enjoy and are uncomfortable with because your partner wants it and you want them to be happy, as long as you’re giving uncoerced consent!” post I lose a month off my lifespan

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Let’s talk about it

Characters: Xavier/fem!reader

C/w: 1.5k! First person pov (read at your own risk..) soft sex, couch sex, cowgirl position, sex therapy(?), rough sex (ish?) dick piercing..

A/n: A mishap occurred, I got an anonymous request to write about Zayne coming home from work and having sex with the reader as a way to de-stress..and I read that as Xavier so I apologize but that fanfic is now in the making so don’t worry anon your fic is in process ;)

Hearing the house keys jingling against the front door, I was quick to get up on my feet to receive my loving boyfriend with a hug and warm smile that he always loved. However, upon opening the door, Xavier’s face looked..exhausted. He tried his best to smile and greet me like he’d normally would but I knew something was up.

“Good evening..should I go run the bathtub while you settle in from work?” I asked softly while holding his free hand as the other rubbed his eye, a sign of sleepiness while Xavier yawned.

“That would be..wonderful my dear, I hope it’s not much of a trouble for you” He said, almost apologetically as I kissed him, that was enough to reassure him that I was fine with it. After the bath was prepared, I called Xavier into the bathroom, placing some final touches like his favorite fragrance to the water and a bathbomb to accompany it, hints of lavender and mint infused the room while he entered, sighing, almost at peace.

“I hope this helps you relax a bit, we should talk about your day once you’ve refreshed yourself” Xavier nodded, not having the strength to answer as he kissed my forehead. I decided to then heat up some leftovers from yesterday’s dinner that ended up with kisses and cuddling at a late hour, though nothing happened unfortunately. The stress of being able to help many people was getting to Xavier, little by little until it all built up. Without having anything to do while waiting for the food to reheat, I walked by the bathroom, listening to the moans and grunts from inside, trying to peek from the small door crack. He looked so blissful after his orgasm that I nearly forgot the food on the stove. Just as I ran towards the kitchen, Xavier finished showering, a more relaxed face upon his features as he held his towel, looking my way

“Is everything okay? Did you burn the food again..?” He asked, sighing while going towards the laundry room and the living room soon after.

“No…? Okay, almost but it’s fine really!” I replied, sighing as he settled in the small love couch we’ve spent many nights on, the memories coming back to me as I prepared our plates for dinner. It was in that same furniture that I had my first orgasm, he was so gentle and caring; like he’s always been of course. Snapping out of my thoughts, I handed Xavier his plate while we watched an episode of our favorite series.

We finished dinner quicker than expected and all of our attention was taken away by the tv; or at least Xavier’s. I found myself staring at the choice of pants he wore, gray sweatpants that were usually not worn by him and shoved into the confines of our shared closet unless a special event came up. Without realizing, he chuckled softly, lowering the volume of the television as Xavier grabbed my hand.

“You’re staring, is something on my face? Or rather, my pants?” Oh. I knew he wasn’t that dumb or oblivious to anything I did, Xavier was always so attentive to any small details, whether it was my appearance or a change in my mood; It was so difficult hiding anything from him.

“Have you ever thought of talking about your problems or day while having sex?” I inquired, his face softened, has he dreamt about this before? Before I could even return back to my normal thoughts, Xavier already pressed my body against the sofa. His mouth nipped at my neck, traveling down towards my collarbone while responding.

“All the time, but, I never knew if you were into that, you know the last thing I would do is make you uncomfortable, right?” His soft lips met mine in a quick but gentle gesture. My arms wrapped themselves around Xavier’s neck, caressing his hair while making out with him. The friction between our clothes was enough to leave me whining against his mouth.

“I..know but, would you like to try it, today?” I paused, coincidentally at the same time he stopped feeling me up to look into my eyes with a smile, something telling me it was the beginning of something great for us.

“It’s all up to you, it’s not necessary to have sex just to talk about stuff, however..it would help out in other things..” Xavier’s hands took control of my thighs, wrapping them around his clothed waist as he began to mimic what it would feel like if we were fucking at that moment, in other words, teasing me. With his consent, I grabbed the hem of his sweatpants, (after briefly hustling to get him under me) admiring the way his cock sprung out while tossing the pants and underwear aside.

“I’ve missed this..truly.” He chuckled at my remark as I kneeled, grabbing his thighs while deepthroating him in one go, nearly gagging on his cock. Hearing my boyfriend moan was absolutely rewarding, especially since the piercing he had was indeed sensitive to each small touch given to it; the small prince albert piercing was enough to make my mouth drool. Bobbing my head up and down, his hand grabbed a hold of my hair, pressing my head onto his dick while grunting.

“T-that’s it..! Ah..please..! I’m gonna-!” I parted away from his cock, giving it a few more strokes. His cum shooting across my face in long white streaks; Xavier’s face was a bit red, mostly due to his overstimulation and embarrassment, making me chuckle as he leaned down to kiss me.

“This is..far from over, you know that right?” He nodded, allowing me to sit on his lap all pretty while he helped me get rid of his cum on my face. Moments later, I sunk onto his dick, pressing my hands against his shoulders for support while his hands grabbed my waist, letting him do all the work of thrusting into me.

“Work was so..ngh..tedious today. I had to deal with so many..people- ah fuck..! All so that I could come back to see you” Xavier explained how some wanderers attacked one of the bases that had vital information in. His thrusts became quicker and loose as he kept venting of his day. A sharp thrust made me moan as the highlight of his day was told.

“But..nothing ever beats coming here and wishing to fuck you like this every..single..day. Oh, c-can I?” He asked so softly, his voice nearly a whisper as I nodded, hips rutting to meet mine feverishly while cumming deep inside. Our lips met again, not wanting to let go as Xavier hugged me tightly, wanting to spend some warmth together.

“Feeling better now? If not, you know there’s always round two for more; both ranting and fucking” I spoke, breaking the silence of the room while Xavier’s eyes grew with lust. He smiled while pushing me onto the couch one last time, still connected while lazily thrusting forwards against my overstimulated and stuffed pussy as I moaned.

“Oh so you want me to keep going?” I nodded, my hair splayed against my back, moving sometimes; especially if Xavier thrusted harshly while telling another one of his encounters of the day. After another couple of rounds, he nearly collapsed into my embrace as I chuckled, kissing him to wake Xavier up while he smiled.

“Wait here, I’ll be back” Whispering, Xavier left momentarily after kissing me softly, pulling out from my cunt as I whined. It seemed he was looking for a towel or something to take care of me afterwards. However, I heard the shower run as he came by to carry me towards it.

“You didn’t have to..a towel would’ve been fine” I spoke, sighing in relief as my body made contact with the warm water, my eyes drifting over to Xavier’s body that joined mine in the tub. He clasped my hand softly, kissing the top like a gentleman.

“Of course I had to, I shouldn’t hesitate to take care of you at all times.” His gaze softened upon meeting my own. Lips crashing into one another as he chuckled, pressing my hand against his soft abs while speaking.

“Seeing you like this makes me crave another round..” I smiled, getting out of the tub and wrapping a towel around my body while Xavier did the same but around his hips.

“Weren’t you tired a few moments ago?” His laugh made me laugh alongside him. We got dressed in our favorite couple’s pajamas, my body pressed against Xavier’s as he wrapped his arms around me. A small yawn fell from his lips, murmuring something that made me smile

“I am now..goodnight my dearest” Xavier’s head rested upon my chest, serving as a pillow while a hand grabbed one of then, as long as he was comfortable, nothing could ever disturb me.

[infiniteeight8]

Omegaverse Omega Tony in heat?

This isn’t particularly porny, although there is reference to sex, but I just got to thinking about heats and omegas having to plan for them and unusual heats and Stephen being a doctor and this happened. As compensation, at least it’s long? LOL.

Under the cut for a wee bit of smut.

-

Tony’s heats have been extremely irregular since Afghanistan. The specialist said that it was possible, but not guaranteed, that they could return to normal if he avoided stress and took care of himself. 

Needless to say, Tony has gotten used to his heats showing up out of nowhere.

For the last few years, he’s had to do less contingency planning, because he had Pepper. She knew the situation and was prepared to help him with his heat on very short notice. He must have gotten a little too out of practice, though, because Tony wakes up one morning in the early stages of pre-heat and realizes abruptly that he doesn’t know who is going to help him with it.

Suppressants, either regular or emergency, are ineffective against the type of hormonal dysregulation Tony has. He needs a heat partner. The absolutely last resort is the emergency heat clinic attached to the hospital, but Tony spent far too many heats there right after Afghanistan. Damn near anything is better than that.

So he lies on his bed and runs through the list of alphas he knows who might help:

Pepper, of course, but that would be complicated. Still, she’d probably do it to save him from going to the clinic.

Steve Rogers. Not in a million years. The clinic is a better option.

Carol Danvers. Off planet.

Peter Parker. No.

Stephen Strange.

Tony thinks on it for a minute, but he actually can’t think of a reason not to ask Stephen. They’re friendly, although not especially close, and Stephen’s a doctor. If anyone could understand Tony’s situation and make an informed decision about whether or not he wanted to help, it was probably him. 

“FRIDAY,” Tony says aloud. “Get Stephen on the line for me, would you?”

“Of course, Boss.”

The phone rings for a long time before Stephen picks up. Long enough that Tony starts to worry. But eventually the line clicks open. “Strange.”

Still sprawled on his back, Tony stares up at the ceiling as he speaks. “Hey, Stephen. I’ve got an important favor to ask, but for the love of God, do not agree if it makes you uncomfortable, okay?”

“Okay,” Stephen says slowly. 

Tony blows out a short breath. This is not a fun way to proposition someone. “I’ve got some kind of heat dysregulation disorder. I forget the technical name.” He’d forgotten it very much on purpose. “I woke up in pre-heat. Would you be willing to help out?”

There’s a long pause. “Are you combative?” Stephen asks.

His hands, Tony realizes. Maybe magic could make up the difference, but it wouldn’t be worth risking finding out in the middle of a disordered heat. Fortunately, it’s not an issue. “Nah, I don’t run that way,” Tony says. “Penetrative sex is non-optional, though. Multiple rounds.”

“That’s fine, then,” Stephen says, and suddenly his tone is relaxed and casual. Tony is instantly more comfortable, and then grateful picked Stephen. “When do you need me?”

“If you need to make arrangements, I probably have a couple of hours, but to be honest, the sooner you’re here, the easier it’ll be.”

“Supplies?”

“Already taken care of,” Tony assures him. He’d arranged for his usual package as soon as he woke up. 

“I’ll be there as soon as I find a Master to keep an eye on the Sanctum,” Stephen promises.

His word is good, and not even thirty minutes later Tony is wrapped up in warm sheets with Stephen, bodies pressed close, Tony’s head resting on Stephen’s shoulder so that he can get some good lungfuls of Stephen’s scent.

Stephen is a remarkably solid, comfortable alpha. Tony hadn’t really thought about what Stephen would be like during a heat—given his options, that hadn’t been a deciding factor—but he finds himself pleasantly surprised. The rumble of Stephen’s voice, the sweet, gentle touches, the way he holds Tony without feeling like he’s restraining him, it all makes Tony’s omega instincts purr in pleasure.

And the sex… well, Tony has always been a proponent of skill over size (he’s made plenty of partners beg for his omega cock), and Stephen is a perfect example. His cock is like the rest of him, long and slender, and when he slides it inside Tony it makes Tony’s eyes roll back. 

“There you go,” Stephen murmurs, rolling his hips in smooth, easy thrusts. “Is that what you needed?”

Tony just moans, wrapping his legs tighter around Stephen. Heat sex, unlike regular sex, always tends to send him non-verbal.

It doesn’t seem to matter to Stephen, though. “That’s it, you just relax and let me take care of everything.” He sounds pleased, as if having to do all the work is exactly what he wants. 

Maybe it is, because Stephen sets about fucking Tony with a thoroughness that Tony’s not sure he’s ever experienced before. He feels pliant, almost liquid, pleasure rolling through him in overlapping waves. His first orgasm is just another swell above the rest, and Stephen doesn’t pause for a moment, fucking Tony into a second before wringing the last climax out of him with his knot. 

They’re knotted face to face, laying on their sides, one of Tony’s legs slung over Stephen’s hips, and Tony nuzzles idly at Stephen’s scent glands. “You are very good at that,” Tony says, flicking his tongue out for a bit of a lick. Stephen taste good, too.

“Good,” Stephen says. “I don’t like doing things poorly.”

Tony chuckles. “Did you study? Ask your partners for performance reviews?”

“I absolutely did,” Stephen says, and he sounds amused, but not like he’s joking. “How else was I supposed to get better? It was surprisingly hard to convince my partners to tell me where I needed improvement, but it paid off.”

“Hmmmm. Remind me to proposition you again when my heat is over.”

“I’ll do that,” Stephen says, stroking a handly slowly up and down Tony’s back.

Tony smiles and lets himself drift, the ebb between waves of heat made warm and comfortable and easy by the alpha.

[saynomorefic]

To hold (in return)

Kink: Cuddling

3.3k, NR

“Right.” Wille cleared his throat, glancing across the room and back at Simon. “Is there anything you prefer?” Simon’s stomach lurched. The last time he’d done it was in a post-sex endorphin cloud, and Simon had curled into Linus’ side, feeling his ex run his palm up and down Simon’s back like he always did. He was pretty sure that when he and Wille lay down together, they may be able to smell Linus’ shampoo on his sheets. “Spooning is good. If it’s good with you,” he added.

Written for Kinktober 🎃🖤 hosted by @youngroyals-events

Beta'd by the amazing @gulliblelemon 🫶🏼🌼

On ao3 or below the cut

“Hi.” A guy about his age stood at Simon’s door, a backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Hi. Wille, right?” There was no protocol for this. The last few days had been a haze, and Simon could hardly believe he’d gone through with it. At least he’d had the time and motivation to shower.

“Yeah. I have an ID, if you need to see it,” he offered.

“It’s okay. You’re not some serial killer, are you?”

Wille smiled and shook his head. “Nope. Not that I’m aware.” Simon nodded and stepped aside. Wille entered the apartment and looked around. Simon had had it to himself for the past week, and there was a bit more clutter than normal. He searched around for a distraction.

“I’m not exactly sure how this works,” Simon prompted, shifting from foot to foot.

“No worries.” Wille looked down at the couch, a few stray food wrappers and his textbooks strewn across it, and back at Simon. “Where were you thinking?”

“Um, this way,” he directed, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the way Wille was taking everything in. They walked down the short hallway towards his room. “Bathroom is here, if you need it.” Simon pushed open the bathroom door and Wille nodded. He felt like he was giving him an apartment tour, still attempting to kick the formality of it all.

“This is my room on the left.” Simon pushed the door open and Wille strode in. Instead of surveying the room, he looked right at Simon.

“This is nice.”

“Thanks. Do we - talk, first?”

“It depends.” Wille shrugged, then slid off his backpack. “We can talk first, if you’d like to get to know each other.”

Simon nodded, his head feeling cloudy. Why did this have to be so complicated? He didn’t know what he pictured, but all of a sudden, questions he hadn’t considered flooded in. Was Wille expecting a deep conversation? It felt strange to just jump right in, but everything else felt like far too much.

“I’m fine with starting,” Simon finally replied, sitting down on the edge of his bed. Wille smiled, looking at Simon carefully.

“Okay, great. Just want to make sure we’re on the same page.” He walked over and sat on the bed, his weight dipping the mattress.

“How exactly does this work?” Simon asked, leaning back on the bed.

“We can go over likes and dislikes. I don't do sex in the first few meetings.” Wille glanced back at Simon. He could tell Wille was going the extra mile to make him feel comfortable. He nodded, running his hand over a wrinkle in the sheets.

”Yeah, you said that on your profile.”

“Right.” Wille cleared his throat, glancing across the room and back at Simon. “Is there anything you prefer?”

Simon’s stomach lurched. The last time he’d done it was in a post-sex endorphin cloud, and Simon had curled into Linus’ side, feeling his ex run his palm up and down Simon’s back like he always did. He was pretty sure that when he and Wille lay down together, they may be able to smell Linus’ shampoo on his sheets.

“Spooning is good. If it’s good with you,” he added.

Wille smiled and nodded. “That’s a great place to start. How about touching other places, like hands, or hair? Anywhere that you do or don’t like to be touched?”

Simon shook his head, then nodded, realizing that wasn’t exactly an answer. “Can we just - start with the spooning, and if something is uncomfortable I’ll tell you.”

“Okay.” Wille smiled and nodded. “How would you like to do it?” While Simon was usually impartial, he had to admit that he needed to be held, and badly. Besides, as bad as it was, he didn’t want to look at a stranger while doing it.

“I could be little spoon, if that’s alright.”

“Yes. That works out great. I make a pretty decent big spoon.”

Simon nodded. There was some relief in knowing that Wille had done this before, that Simon would be another person on his list, and that soothed him into lying down on the bed, turning slowly towards his window. He felt Wille shifting around behind him.

“Lift your head, here,” Wille instructed, then slid his hand through the hole under Simon’s neck.

“Okay?” Simon asked. He couldn’t help but to relax into the feeling of Wille wrapped around his back. Wille was about the same height as Linus, but his limbs were more wiry. He was warm, the press of him soft, and held Simon close but not too close.

Simon let his breathing even out, his body receiving cues that it was okay to relax. He didn’t feel tired, but he allowed his eyelids to fall shut. Just when they did, he felt Wille lightly trace his fingers up Simon’s arms, up to where his t shirt sleeves capped off, and back down to his wrists.

“Is this alright?” Wille asked.

“Mhm,” Simon responded. He couldn’t imagine what Wille thought of him. No, he wouldn’t go there. Likely he had met all sorts of people doing this, likely they had done all sorts of things. It felt selfish, but Simon didn’t spare Wille another thought, not as he continued running his fingers lightly over the fabric of his gray shirt.

Simon’s eyes batted closed again. He felt like the string of a bow, Wille curled behind him, playing him gently, marking out something new with each movement. Simon felt no need to talk or explain himself, and he felt that it was likely mutual.

Wille shifted briefly behind him. “Sorry, my arm’s going a bit numb.”

Wille gently snaked his arm out from under Simon’s neck and ended up somewhere behind him, on the pillow, or perhaps curled under Wille. That was always the benefit of being the little spoon. A tiny surge of guilt passed through Simon, but he let it die; Wille seemed enthusiastic enough about the arrangement, and soon settled right behind him, this time wedging himself slightly closer.

“Is this okay?” Wille asked again, and Simon only nodded. Wille brought his thumb up to the sleeve of Simon’s shirt and paused. “Do you like your hair being played with?”

Simon thought for a moment, then a moment longer. He very much did. It was one of his and Linus’ things, hair pulling during sex, scalp massages with short nails, him curling his fingers in Simon’s ringlets when he got out of the shower -

“Um, no. But thanks for asking.”

“Of course, Simon.” It was that simple.

When Wille sat up his right cheek was creased with pillowcase lines. He looked a bit sleepy, and a lot more comfortable than when he’d first arrived. “So, how was it?” He asked Simon, his smile dropping slightly.

“It was - nice. Strange.” Simon laughed a small, short laugh, the feeling odd to his body.

“Yeah,” Wille chuckled. “I imagine you don’t meet strangers off of the internet every day?”

“And you do?” Simon shot back, a half smile poking at his mouth.

Wille grinned. Shook his head. “Afraid I’m not that popular.” Simon nodded. He tried to think, quickly, of what to say that reflected the right balance between gratitude and wanting the stranger to get out of his house, but he figured it was an extremely rude thing to ask, considering Wille had come all this way. The idea of making small talk with Wille sounded impossible, now that his brain had gotten all fuzzy and near sleep, but the lonely feeling was biting at his heels, just waiting to return once Wille shut the door behind him.

“Do you want to do this again sometime?” By then, Wille had already put on one shoe and was tying his laces. He looked up at Simon.

“Sure,” Wille said. “But my rates will go up.” Simon’s face dropped.

“Joking,” Wille said, grinning. His other shoe was laced up. “I’d like that, Simon.”

–

It wasn’t until Wille left that Simon felt cold. He hugged himself, standing in his living room for a couple of minutes before snapping out of it. Something had replaced the vacant feeling in his gut, the one that gnawed at his stomach and made it hard to eat, and he had genuinely felt better.

The heater came on and it shook Simon to life. He headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge, resigning himself to another cereal dinner. Maybe if there were internet groups where you could meet strangers to cuddle, there were groups for people who would go with you to buy groceries. Simon wondered if Wille would go with him to ICA, and then shook the thought away.

–

They’d resumed their previous position. This time, Wille had wrapped his long arms around Simon’s middle, a pillow placed strategically between Simon’s ribs and Wille’s arm so Wille could take the pressure.

“Has anyone ever actually paid you to do this?” It was the first thing he’d said to Wille after they lay down, bar the few check-ins they had establishing consent. It sort of amused Simon that he would need to tell Wille it was okay to touch him, when that was the sole purpose of their meet ups.

“Actually, yes,” Wille whispered, his breath ghosting across the back of Simon’s head. “In university. I had someone who offered. And then I did that for a while.” He stroked the skin of Simon’s arm with his thumb absently.

“Oh,” Simon said. He couldn’t think of a follow up. He felt foolish, all of a sudden, for not sparing a second thought as to Wille’s own reasons for doing this. A brief glimpse of shame took over him and clouded the room. He was aware of Wille’s solid body pressed against him at every point, the rise and fall of his breath. Simon looked down and saw the spatter of freckles on his pale arms, wrapped all the way around him. His heartbeat quickened in his chest. What the hell was he thinking?

“Is that like .. why you’re doing this? Do you want me to pay you? Because I don’t have any money.”

Wille froze his movements. “No, Simon,” he exhaled. He nearly sounded disappointed. “That’s not why I do this. Not anymore, anyway.”

“Why do you do it, then?” It would’ve sounded snappy if Simon wasn’t so tired, if his exhaustion didn’t lap at every action or word he spoke.

“There are many reasons. I, um. I didn’t grow up with a lot of physical affection in my life. And so it became a thing for me, cuddling with friends, hugging, stuff like that. People started telling me I was good at it.” Simon imagined him smiling softly behind him. The sound of his voice was soothing, like he could read Simon to sleep. “So, I looked into it and found out that a lot of people have this need, or want, and you can find each other online. For me, sometimes it’s better than a random date. It’s almost like a service, if you will. I like to feel - wanted, I guess. Like my touch can do something for people.”

Simon nodded, knowing Wille could feel the movement. It was categorically true that Wille was gifted at this.

“What about you?” Wille’s voice sounded far away, even though ithis was right in Simon’s ear, his nose practically nestled in his hair. “Why are you doing this?”

Simon batted his eyes closed. He was dreading the moment, but now that it had come, it felt somehow safer to bare it all to Wille than any of the last ten people in his phone.

“I.. had a break up. A bad one.” Perhaps it was his imagination, but he felt Wille’s arms tightening gently around his stomach, and it was the greatest feeling, like he imagined how a weighted blanket must feel, squeezing out the heaviness.

“I’m sorry,” Wille replied.

“It’s fine,” Simon said again. He was so, so glad Wille was against his back, and didn’t know Simon well enough to catch the way his inflection changed. A tear broke out, climbing down his face to the pillow.

“They probably did something wrong,” Wille said so smoothly that it nearly made Simon laugh, the flattery making him stutter.

“You don’t know that,” Simon murmured.

“I think I know enough,” Wille said back.

–

“This was really lovely,” Wille smiled. He stood in Simon’s doorway, one hand wrapped around his backpack strap.

“Yeah, um. Thank you. I’m sorry about earlier, if I … made you feel uncomfortable, about the paying thing.” He looked up at Wille,

“It’s alright, really. I know it seems very strange. I remember how weird it felt, at first.” Simon nodded. “I, um - would you like to do this again? I mean, again - again. We could do my place next time, if you’d like?”

–

Wille lived in a bit farther from the city center. His apartment building looked more like a townhome, and Simon had to buzz him once he reached his door. Soon enough, he heard Wille coming down the stairs before the door swung open.

“Hey,” Wille panted, swinging the door shut behind him. It was a normal grey day in Lund, and his breath fogged up the air. “I was thinking we could go for a walk first? I brought tea.” Simon glanced down to see a stainless steel thermos in his hand.

“Okay,” he nodded, trying his best to smile. It wasn’t that he was in any rush, or that it put him off. It just made him slightly uncomfortable. Walking meant not touching, and talking, and most importantly, those two things together. Wille was already down the path ahead of him, so Simon turned and followed him.

They walked around the corner towards a park. People walked past them trailing behind their dogs, or hand in hand, or pushing small children in strollers. Wille unscrewed the top of the thermos and poured the tea into it before offering it to Simon. He sipped lightly at it, the warm steam unfreezing parts of his face.

“This place is nice,” Simon commented, passing the cup back to Wille and looking around. Admittedly, it was nice to breathe in some fresh air. He had hardly been out of his apartment in weeks. He wondered if Wille could tell.

“Yeah, I often come here to clear my head. Sometimes to go for runs, or to walk my roommate’s dog.”

“Cool,” Simon managed to say. He wasn’t sure what territory they were crossing into, but he didn’t know what to do about it. He just wanted to be held.

“Do you have any roommates?” Wille asked pleasantly. Simon nodded, then shook his head.

“No. Well, I did, but -”

Simon remembered seeing Linus on their doorstep. He thought the dramatic packing-of-bags-and-leaving was something that only happened in films, but there they found themselves. He felt sick again just picturing it, how he yelled after Linus and slammed the door behind him. How he fell against it and cried, his eyes in his fists, begging the universe that Linus would just come back, knowing that he wouldn’t. That he shouldn't. Finality had always been hard.

Simon finally glanced up at Wille. They had stopped walking, and Wille was just looking at him patiently. “Erm, not anymore.” He smiled again, hoping that would be the end of it.

“Your ex?” Wille guessed, and Simon quite hated the tone in Wille’s voice.

“Yeah,” he replied. He supposed he could fight Wille on it. They could turn around and head back to his apartment, or Simon could invent some excuse and get away. It wouldn’t make him a bad person; he didn’t even know Wille’s phone number or last name.

“I’m sorry.” Wille studied him, still standing right across from Simon in the path.

He just wanted to be held.

The feeling grew stronger. Before his mind could catch up to him, Simon took a step forward, and then another, until he all but threw himself into Wille’s chest. Wool covered arms quickly wrapped around him, and Simon gasped cold air into Wille’s throat.

“Hey, it’s okay, Simon,” Wille soothed, clutching him tight. “You’re alright.”

All he could do was nod into the column of Wille’s throat, taking a deep breath, then another. Wille slowly started rocking them side to side, and the worst part was that it worked. Simon’s breaths came more evenly, and his thoughts slowed to a somewhat normal pace.

“Can we go back?” Simon asked, his voice sounding mangled. Wille nodded above him, then pulled Simon into his side. The cold air wicked away the few tears on Simon’s cheeks as they walked, and he tried not to think about the nice people with normal lives who passed them by.

Once they arrived, Wille showed Simon up two flights of stairs to his room. The house felt warm and lived in, a stark contrast to Simon’s gray, empty apartment. Wille had two large bookshelves, a decent sized desk, a record player, and a full sized bed. Simon turned towards him, and for perhaps the first time since they’d met, Wille looked nervous.

“It’s not much,” Wille shrugged.

“It’s nice,” Simon replied.

Wille puttered around, setting the thermos on his desk and taking his shoes off. Simon eventually caught up and kicked off his own shoes. Wille took his scarf off, then his wool coat, then his gloves. Simon simply shrugged off his coat and hat, throwing them on the ground by the door.

“Do you still want to?” Wille asked, nodding towards the bed. Simon nodded and walked forward.

“The usual?” Wille joked.

Simon didn’t know what to say to that, but as they lay down chest to back, and as Wille’s warm arms snaked around his middle, relief washed over him. He took a deep breath in, and then another. In his core, Simon still felt a bone deep chill, and he shivered from head to toe, a wave passing through him.

“Are you cold?” Wille asked.

He didn’t know. Wille felt warm against him, but the window was drafty, and Simon really should’ve worn another layer.

“A little bit.” They sat up so Wille could pull the duvet from under them. He looked up at Simon as he did it, and in a flash, it hit Simon that something had shifted. They had shared a bed together, sure, but that felt nearly clinical. He didn’t know Wille, he still didn’t, but somehow this was a thousand times more intimate. The light, faintly sweet smell of linens and Wille, all strange and familiar, hit him.

Fuck it.

Simon climbed into the sheets, Wille still eyeing him, unmoving.

“You coming?” Simon asked. Wille blinked, then cleared his throat, snapping out of it.

“Yeah, sorry.” Wille shuffled, pulling his socked feet under the covers. Suddenly Simon felt warm, head to toe, so warm that it likely was showing. Wille had laid all the way down, his head on the soft pillows. “Do you want to turn around, like before?”

Simon didn’t have the words, but looking at Wille with his soft sheets and softer face made him itch to be closer, not caring so much that Wille would see him. They were still just looking at each other. Simon slowly shook his head.

“Come here.” Wille spoke so softly Simon could barely hear him. He invited Simon in, stretching his arm out, and Simon curled up right where he was invited. He settled where Wille’s collar bone met his sternum. If there was some kind of decorum to this, Simon was sure they were breaking it, and he was alarmed that he didn’t care in the slightest.

“Is this okay?” he asked Wille.

Above him, Wille nodded. “More than okay.”

Simon sighed into it. As they lay there, Simon felt they were paving over the parts of him that had been run over. The parts that were twisted up tight, like a faucet turned hopelessly to the right, long before Linus and long before his first heartbreak. He felt small, and for the first time in a long time, in a good way. And Simon could live with that.

[watsittoyah]

Prayers From A Sinner- Dick Grayson x Blk Fem Reader

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Toxic behavior, enemies to lovers? Oral sex, slight rough sex, drug use, violent behavior.

I do want to let everyone know that this story will have dark themes. It’ll be erratic at times and the main characters morals will be tested. There will be foul language and lots of descriptions of acts of violence and other uncomfortable subjects. If those themes aren’t for you, I won’t feel any way about it and you don’t have to continue. But for those who decides to stay and read, thank you, I’ll do my best making this story…interesting and entertaining.

Chapter 1 - Thou Shall Not Kill…

“Dear God, I know we haven’t spoken in ten years, but…I know you listen. Even to sinners like me. I know I won’t make it to those pearly gates but you please please save her. My mothers faith has never wavered, she always speak so highly of you. Just…don’t take away the one person who loves me.” You pray as you knees at the alter.

The sentiments were soon gone when you felt a shadow beside you. You open your eyes and turn to face him. “You shouldn’t be here.” The reverend says glaring at you. You kiss your fingertips and proceed to tell the good lord amen and then you look back at the Reverend.

“What? Can’t sinners come to church and pray too?” You ask in an innocent tone. “You know God won’t be listening to your prayers, you little demon.” He hisses at you which only gets a rise out of you. You rise from off of your knees and lean in.

“Tell me, reverend…do you still get those urges?” His glaring shakes a bit as he knows what you’re asking. “You need to leave, now Miss Price.” He tells you ignoring your question. “Oh but Rev, I was just asking do you still get those urges? Especially when you do communion? Do you get a stiff one when you have the men open their mouths when they eat that cracker?”

“I said get out!” He snaps causing you to laugh in his face. You wipe the tear from your eye and pat his arm. “Don’t worry, Reverend Jones. I was only teasing. But if you ever want to settle those urges you know where to come. I got the best boys that’ll satisfy you better than the misses. Just remember I won’t tell if you don’t.” You wink at him and motion for your three body guards to follow you outside of the church.

“Church people are so judgement.” You tell Nathan, your best guy. “That’s why I’m atheist.” You laugh and he helps you down the stairs while Marc gets the truck ready and Jake holds your umbrella.

You stop mid step and sigh. “Hold on, boys. I’ve got company.” You turn and right in the shadows you see him. “I’ll be back.” You pluck the umbrella from Marc and continue down the steps.

“But Miss Price-” You turn to Nathan and give him a look that makes him back down. “I’ll be fine, now don’t hover you know I hate when you do that.” You walk away from him and you walk down the alleyway, and stand in the slight moon light.

“You know you’re not your daddy, Richie Rich. Come out so I can see you.” You say with a slight smirk on your lips. Dick Grayson had stepped out of the shadows but he wasn’t wearing his stupid getup.

No he was dressed differently. Hell he stood differently, and he was more filled out than the last time you saw him. But things change in six years. “What are you doing here, Victoria? I thought it was clear that you were never to come back here in Gotham.”

You cock your head to the side at him. Clearly his attitude hasn’t changed.

“That’s rude, normally when you greet an old friend you ask them how they’ve been and what they’ve been up to.”

“We’d have to be friends for me to ask that.” He steps up close to you and you smile. “Awe, Richie Rich that hurt my feelings. Now kiss my lips and make the pain go away.” You say as you lean in.

But he moves back from you and leans against the wall. “Why are you here?” He asks again. “I have business to take care of here, since you’re so concerned. Now where is Batman? Is he still around?” You ask looking past him.

Dick looks at you and you see the sadness in his masked face. “I heard about your mother. I’m sorry-” You raise your hand and stop him. “Don’t be sorry, people die all the time. It just happens to be my moms name on the reapers list.” You say in a cold tone.

“You know that I can talk to some people. See if she can get better treatment.” You laugh in his face. “What you don’t think I haven’t done that? You don’t think I haven’t tried to buy more time for her? I have thrown enough money at these so called doctors, and all they’ve told me was she has no time! She is dying! And I can’t do a fucking thing for her! You and I both know she doesn’t deserve this, she’s one of the good ones in this dump of a city. And I have to watch her leave me!”

Dick walks over to you and he hugs you as you feel your shoulders shake. “I’m here for you, you know that right, Victoria?” Dick makes you look at him and you give a nod. “I know. I just-I hate crying. God damnit.” You wipe the tears and Dick kisses your head.

“You…you can’t stay here in Gotham. You have too many warrants and you’re a target.” You shake off his embrace and glare at him. “You think I give a fuck about that right now? You insensitive bastard!” You go to slap him but he catches your wrist and he sighs.

“Don’t take your anger out on me. I know you’re hurt. I know you want to lash out just to make yourself feel better. But I just want you to be safe. You know I care about you.” He tells you as you oddly become calm.

“If you want me to feel better then, make me feel better. This suit looks good on you. Makes your shoulders look more broad. And you smell good. I bet you still taste good.” You start to press up against him and you cup the front of him making him flustered a bit. “Victoria, I can’t. We can’t.”

“Are you scared of me, Dick? I promise I’ll be a good girl for you. I won’t leave bruises like last time. I’ll even let you leave some down my throat.” You press him against the wall and as you go to kiss him he stops you and he holds you still.

“No, I said no and I mean that.” Your eyes get low and you step off. “Fine, I won’t press my luck. I apologize.” You say in a monotoned voice. “I just want you to know that I’m here for you if you want to talk. Maybe we can-” You turn on your heel ignoring him and you feel him follow you. As he reaches out to you, you snatch your arm back and point to the siren noises.

“Superman ain’t here so get to it Robin.” You spit at him as you walk towards your truck. You don’t even look back as you step inside. You just toss the umbrella and glare out the window.

“Marc, take me to Spades. Miss Molly is getting a bit dull and I want to show her off.” You tell him as Nathan and Jake both sit quietly. “Sure thing boss.”

••••

“Watch the doors fellas.” You tell Marc and Nathan as you step into the strip club. You see ass and bare breasts all around. You see a great amount of men, all salivating at the women dancing for them and you yawn. You take off your fur and Jake takes it for you while you walk towards the vip section. You feel eyes on you and but no one catches your attention like he does.

There was something about Dick Grayson that made you get into this mood. You never let your emotions go like this, you were a pro at bottling them up, but old Richie Rich just knew how to break that bottle and make you pour.

You knew he could bring out the best side of you, he could help you with your attitude and you’d be an upright citizen. But why would you want that? You’ve left far too many dead bodies in your wake. And you didn’t want to scrape for pennies ever again.

You’ve made a name for yourself and you liked the fear it invoked in others.

So that is why you needed a distraction, you didn’t want to think about him anymore. So you eyed the male dancers. One had a very large bulge as he moved his hips to the slow yet low base beat song. You two made eye contact and you take a crisp one hundred dollar bill out.

“You’re cute, what’s your name?” He gets on his knees and he crawls over to you. “Nicholas, but you can call me yours, pretty lady.” He accepts the money from you and you smile, looking at his pretty tan skin and his pretty white teeth.

“I think I’ll keep you. You wanna come home with me, Nicky?” His deep brown eyes seems to look a bit panicked and you gently place your well manicured nail under his chin. “Don’t be scared. Trust me, I’m all bark.” You flirt as you stare into his eyes.

His pupils dilate which causes you to smirk. But suddenly you feel someone behind you. “Now this looks like a party.” You smell cheap scotch and you turn, seeing Jake grab the strangers shoulder but you shake your head and he backs off.

“Nicky, go get us a room and wait there for me.” You pass him another one hundred and he gladly takes it and nods. “I’ll be waiting pretty lady.” He leaves off the stage and walks away, you look at his ass and you sigh.

“Come on, baby can’t I watch?” The cheap scotch drinker asks. With a swift move you take out your rose gold beretta that was secured to your thigh under your dress. You placed it under his chin and as soon as he heard the click, he sobered up quite quickly.

“Wa-” You shake your head at him. “I thought you said you wanted to watch? Well I don’t think you’ll want to watch that pretty boy eat my pussy out. I bet you’ll want to watch some girl on girl action? Well let me introduce you to miss Molly. Ain’t she pretty? She packs a mighty blow and I’m sure you’d want to watch that right?”

“N…no. Please don’t kill me.” You raise a brow at him. “I’m really a nice lady, now if I recall I asked you a question. Answer it. Isn’t Molly pretty?” The man stutters out a yes and you smile.

You pat his cheek and rub the barrel against his lips. “I think, everyone should meet Miss Molly. Now stand there and be quiet while I introduce her.” You move the gun from his lips and you shoot three shots in the air, scaring the hell out of all the patrons in the club.

The music comes to a holt and you blow the smoke from your gun. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I want to introduce my little friend named Molly, and I wanted to reintroduce myself. I am Vic Price. You may have heard of me, and if not then let me remind you who I am. First things first, I am not someone to fuck with. Okay? I will shoot you and then go out for ice cream because I feel like it. Secondly, I know a lot of you in here are my enemies main men, let your bosses know I don’t give a fuck about the targets. I’m out for blood and I’m ready to spill it. And lastly, does anyone know this guy?” You point to the scotch drinker and just about everyone in the place shakes their heads.

“Good, this is a lot easier for me.” Without hesitation you shoot the man in his face and his blood as well as brain matter splatters against the stage. You step up closer to his fallen body and you shoot him in his mouth as well. A few girls scream and a few people scramble to the door but they stop as they see Nathan and Marc.

“Here you go boss.” Jake hands you a handkerchief and you wipe your gun clean and place it back on your person. “Jake you’re the best, and because you are the best please explain to the lovely folks in the room, why I shot that man in his face and his jaw.”

“Miss Price here shot that sack of shit in the face, because she doesn’t want him to be recognized by the Gotham police. And she also shot him in his jaw just so he can’t be identified by his dental records. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Price simply shot him because she was in the middle of a conversation with someone. I don’t know about you lot but I wouldn’t want to fuck with this lady.”

You clap as you laugh. “I love this guy! Now where is the owner of this fine establishment?” You scan the room and Jake points to the chubby man trying to run back stage. “Grab him.” You order.

He moves quickly and grabs the man. “Hey le…let me go!” Jake tosses him at your feet and the man looks up at you scared.

“I don’t want any problems. I respect your father and-” You bend down close to his ear and whisper something only he could hear.

“You know my old man? Please let him know his baby girl is back in town and she’s coming for what she’s owed. And if you don’t tell him, I will shoot your little pecker off and make you eat the rest. Do you understand?”

He nods quickly and you smile. “Good boy. You know what, I’m going to stay in Gotham for a while and I think I’m going to take this place off of your hands. You don’t mind right?”

“I can’t do that-” You stomp your stiletto down on his hand and he gives out a cry. “What was that?” You ask. “It’s yours! It’s yours Miss Price.” You remove your pointed heel and you look back at the crowd.

“Spades is under new management! Ladies and gentlemen all the tips tonight belongs to you. As for the rest of you that have came in to pay? Tip my people well, I’ll be making more change’s tomorrow! Jake, you make sure you keep these people from bothering me. I have a new pet to break in. Oh and one more thing, cut that cheap scotch drinking bastards hands off and drop them somewhere no one can find them.” He smiles wide and nods. “You got it boss.”

You walk down to the vip room and you lean against the door frame as you knock. Nicholas opens the door and he looks spooked. “Were those a gun shots?” He asks as he looks past you.

You place your hand on his toned chest and you move him back into the room. “Don’t worry about those loud noises, Nicky. I took care of that. Now come dance for me.” You say as you look into his brown eyes.

He gives a slight smile and he leads you to a chair. You sit down and he moves close to you and he places your hands on his abs, as well as his thighs.

“You wanna be my special friend, Nicky?” You ask as you move your hands from him and place them on the hem of your dress. “All depends…what are the benefits of being your special friend?” He asks as he eyes your body.

“You get access to me, you get spoiled. And I do love spoiling my friends. And most of all you get to have the best sex in your life. I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll see God and the devil at the same time. How’s that sound?” You ask as you raise your heel and he takes it, letting his soft hands rub down your calf. “That sounds amazing, but why me?” He asks as he unclasps your heel and he rubs your pretty black painted toes.

You let out a giggle. “Because I like that bulge you have in those skimpy little shorts, and because your eyes remind me of someone. They look…kind.” Nicholas smiles at that and he brings your foot to his lips.

“Can I?” He asks as he kisses the pads of your toes. “Go ahead, let me see you enjoy yourself Nicky.” He sucks your toes and he lets out a soft moan as he licks and suck’s your foot. You rest your head on your chin and you can visibly see he’s getting rock hard.

“That’s enough, Nicky.” You tell him. He gently places your foot down and you hike your dress up past your belly button. “I want to see what else you like sucking on.”

He kneels down and looks up at you. “I..I won’t get in trouble will I?” He asks as he looks down at your freshly waxed brown pussy. “Nah, the new manager here said she’ll let this slide. Come closer, I’m sure you’re hungry after dancing all night.” He leans in and as he grips your thighs he freezes and moves his hand back.

That movement makes you giggle. “Awe, what’s the matter? You don’t like guns?” You ask as you pat Molly. “I..um, I don’t have great experiences with them.”

You cup his chin and move in close as if you’re about to kiss him but you stop. “Well I won’t ever raise Molly to you as long as you don’t make me upset, if you do oh you won’t like that. Now Molly is staying right on my thigh. But you don’t need to be concerned about that. Just pay attention to what’s between my thighs. Now I have two things to tell you. After you give the correct answer we can have fun. Number one…I want you to know I have two main rules. One, you only get to fuck me. If you fuck someone else I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again. And two, I want you to treat me like I am your god. When I enter your presence, worship me. When I walk past you, hunger for me to come to you. Do you understand?” He nods but you grip his chin. “Answer me.”

“Y…yes pretty lady.” You let go and you place your hand on top of his head and move his face between your legs. “Now answer this for me as well. Do you have full understanding on how to eat pussy?” You hear him inhale the scent of your sex and he lets out a moan. “Yes, yes I do pretty lady.”

“Call me Vic, and I’m so happy to hear that. Now take that delicious looking clit of mine, move the hood back and lick it with just the tip of your tongue.” He does what he’s told and you lean your head back as you feel him lick circles around your clit.

“Such a good boy you are. You’re going to be my favorite. Now go ahead and suck.” You push his head deeper between your legs and you let out a soft moan as he sucks your clit hungrily.

Even though you know it’s Nicholas between your legs, your mind still wonders to Dick. In your mind he was the one licking you out and making you wet on the seat.

“It’s so good to be home…”

Next

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Pet Names

Rolan's pet names for his beloved. Mostly SFW. The last section veers into NSFW territory but no actual sex.

My dear

Amelie glanced across the ballroom and caught her lover’s gaze. It was Rolan’s first time among the elites of Baldur’s Gate---a fundraising ball for the city’s reconstruction hosted by the Portyrs. So far, so good. Mum’s chatting with the Dowager Duchess, and my grump was speaking to…someone but it looks as if he’s a bit distracted. Distracted he certainly looked as he walked towards her, wine goblet in hand.

“All is well, my dear?” he murmured, standing next to her. His tail lightly touched one of her calves. “I-I’m not sure how long we’re supposed to mingle.”

She chuckled softly. “I think you’ve done enough mingling for now, love.” He’ll need to do more later, especially with a few noble wizards here. But for now… “Shall we get some fresh air?”

He offered his arm, and she tucked her hand into his elbow. “As her ladyship wishes.”

“In public, I would prefer if we…were not so, erm, affectionate.”

“Oh.”

“No, it’s not…please don’t cry, my dear. What we have in private…it’s just for us. Do you understand? I want that just for us.”

“So you wish to hide me? Or more accurately, hide your ‘affection’ for me.”

“NO! Damnable woman, listen! It makes me uncomfortable. I can feel the stares, and it makes me want to tear my skin off.”

“Oh! Oh gods, Rolan, I’m so sorry. I understand now. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, but please understand this---I am not ashamed to be with you nor will I ever be. You are my lady and will be treated as such.”

“You seem far away.” He said once they were on the far side of the balcony. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

When she caught his gaze again, she smiled. He’s concerned. He loves me. He adores me. And when I get home, I’m not letting him go again until the morning. “Oh, I’m fine. Trying to mentally keep track of who you’ve talked to and should be talking to—”

Amelie was silenced by a clawed finger on her lips. Rolan’s yellow eyes were full of mirth. “Enough of that tonight, Mia dear. Enjoy yourself. After all, the Mistress of Ramazith’s Tower deserves to have a good time and not worry about such things,” the joy in his eyes faded as he frowned. “Because she does enough already.”

She pressed a kiss to his finger and then took his hand and held it to her heart for a moment before letting him go. “If the Master of Ramazith’s Tower insists…”

“He does.” Rolan took a sip of wine and grinned. “Your mother will be making the rest of the introductions tonight, so please, my dear, relax and have a good time.”

Biting her lip, she tried and definitely failed to appear innocent. “One dance with me and it’s a deal.”

Rolan groaned and drained the rest of his wine. “You drive a hard bargain, madam. Fine, I’ll make a fool out of myself for a few minutes—”

She did not mean to laugh. Truly. “But you’re my fool and that’s all that matters.”

My brilliant, beautiful fool of a man.

***

My love

“My love.”

Amelie blinked at him.

Rolan raised an eyebrow, his expression more amused than concerned. “My love, did you cast a spell and polymorph into a cat?”

Maybe.

He sighed dramatically, hands on his hips. “Whatever am I to do with you?”

Stritch my ears! My head! MY BELLY!!!!

Chuckling, he bent and lifted his lover-temporarily-turned-ginger-cat and practically cooed. “You are just as lovely like this as you are normally, darling. And purring so loudly! Just for me!”

BELLY SCRITCHES!!!

Unfortunately for Amelie, the belly scritches came to an abrupt end as she changed back into her half-elf form. Thinking quickly, Rolan cast Telekensis and placed her gently on her feet. “Oh thanks, love. I thought I was going to crush you for a second there.” She nervously wrung her hands as she felt heat bloom on her freckled cheeks.

He took her hands in his, pulling her to him. “You know I love how you look---bigger, smaller, as you are currently, it doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that you are safe, happy, and well taken care of.” Rolan pulled her into a tender embrace. “Preferably by me.” Though she could not see it, she knew he was smirking.

She smiled at that. He’s so sweet. “Of course, love.”

He placed a slow kiss on her neck, just below an ear and then whispered, “I desire you. I crave your touch. I ache for you. Surely you must know?” A clawed hand trailed down her back to her plush behind. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. How could you think otherwise?”

“Knowing and believing are two very different things.” She sighed.

“Believe me. I beg of you, please believe me.” He pled softly, now cupping her face. “You take my breath away every moment we are together. Even when I think of you.” A grin slowly appeared, his eyes hinting mischief. “When this is all over, and assuming we all survive, I want to show you off at every function we attend. As Master and…Mistress of Ramazith’s Tower we are to make a certain impression, are we not?” Of that I have no doubt, but I’ve never been a wizard ball before? Wizard dinner? The only wizard dinner I want is something Gale makes, because goddamn he’s so good. “You will be dressed like a queen. No, a goddess. A goddess on my arm, Mistress of the Tower, and they will all be jealous. Oh yes, my love, they will wish they were you---so beautiful, so elegant, so powerful, so stunning, so adored.”

Good gods, Rolan. Suddenly feeling heat rise on her cheeks and bust, she inhaled sharply. “I-I…”

He barely held in a moan watching her blush, his hands back on her behind. “Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved, dearest. Please allow me the—”

“Oh hey you two! Lunch is almost ready!” Lia’s voice called from the hallway.

Once he could no longer hear her footsteps as she walked away, Rolan pressed several kisses to her lips, murmuring, “May I escort you to lunch, my lady?”

Oh. Gods. Amelie nodded and breathlessly replied, “Yes. Yes, you may.”

***

Dearest

“Dearest?” Rolan muttered sleepily, waking to find his lover no longer next to him. “Mia darling?” Slipping out of bed, he located the half-elf quickly---sitting in a window seat, bathed in moonlight. He nearly did not wish to disturb her because as always, to him, she took his breath away. However, he also wanted her back in bed with him. “Dearest?”

Amelie glanced at him with wide eyes. “Oh! Sorry! Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. I hoped I wouldn’t wake you, love—” She began to ramble but was silenced with a kiss. The kiss was short but shocking enough to quiet her.

He then sat next to her and took one of her hands in his. “Dearest, what’s the matter? Is something bothering you?” He worries. He worries so much that he can barely contain it, and when it becomes impossible for him to hold in any longer, the worry manifests itself in him not leaving my side and his tail touching me. Like right now. “What can I do?”

She smiled softly and caressed his cheek with her free hand. “It’s just been a long day, and my mind won’t quiet. It’s okay. Besides,” her smile grew wider. “It was nice watching you sleep, love. You looked happy. Like, really happy.”

“If I did, it is because I have you and my family. Having you, Cal, and Lia safe, alive, and happy means more to me than anything else. This tower. All my books and scrolls. My mind. None of that matters if the three of you aren’t alright.” He squeezed her hand, struggling to maintain composure. “Now please, let me help you, darling. I’ll brew the potion myself. There’s far more security here than at the Elfsong Tavern, so you will be completely safe as you rest. I’ve made a few modifications already with you in mind.” He seems very proud of that. “Mia, my dearest,” his expression turned rueful as he smiled. “You are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met, but please indulge me and take the damn potion.”

She sighed dramatically and grinned. “Fine. Only because you’re making it and you’ll be here.”

“Obviously, dear. I live here.” He sassed as he stood and held out his hand for her. “And when this is all over, you’ll be living here too. I…I hope. If that’s what you want, of course. I wouldn’t assume—”

It was her turn to silence him with a kiss. She then rested her forehead against his. Luckily, we’re close in height. I’m an inch or so shorter. “I want to spend all my days with you---good, bad, everything. I want—”

“Darling. I-I think I know what you are about to say, but I beg of you, indulge me again and allow me to propose.” Oh. “Please don’t be sad, my love. I want to plan something truly amazing for us. I already have several ideas, you see, and I want it to be perfect. Not just for you but for me as well.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Oh fuck it. She smiled. “How can I say no to such a heartfelt plea? You may propose to me whenever and however you wish, Rolan love.”

Grinning, he kissed the knuckles on a freckled hand. “I promise you, sweetling, you won’t have to wait too long.” He teased with a kiss to her cheek before leading her to his study. “Now, about that sleeping potion for my future fiancée…”

He held me all night, telling me I was safe and how much he loved me as I nodded off.

He surprised me with breakfast in bed as he read. His tail---his beautiful tail---wrapped around a leg.

I could…we could…get used to this.

***

Sweetheart

“You’re almost there, sweetheart. You’re so close.” Rolan said, trying to keep his voice steady. Since the labor started several hours before, he had not left his wife’s side. “Soon this will all be over, I promise.”

Amelie nodded and then gritted her teeth in agony. Oh my gods. How am I getting this baby out?!?! Push. Push. Push.

Halsin’s eyes lit up. “I can see the head. My friend, it will be time to push and meet your child.” As he rearranged a few items near him, Countess Wildheart (only Mum, Rolan, and Halsin) offered assistance.

She rested her head on the pillows (Rolan arranged them himself) and turned her head towards him. “I love you.”

A tired half-smile tugged on his lips. “I love you, even though you’ve nearly broken my hand.” He teased, his hand in hers.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh hush, you ass—AH!” Amelie inhaled sharply and felt another contraction.

A big one.

“Breathe in, exhale, and push with all your might, Amelie.” Halsin said in a calming voice. “Soon your child will make their entrance.”

She pushed. And pushed. And pushed.

Until she heard a cry and fell back against the pillows, sweat pouring down her face.

Halsin beamed at the child in his arms. “A girl. You have a daughter, my friends.”

As he took care of cleaning her and cutting the cord (Rolan refused when it came up previously), Rolan wiped her face with a cool washcloth. “My love, we…she’s…I have no words. They are gone.” He began to laugh, tears forming in his yellow eyes. “There is only what I feel, which is indescribable joy that I have never felt before. The closest being when you returned with Cal and Lia to Last Light and our wedding day.” He’s trying to control himself because of Halsin and Mum. Oh, love…

“You did so well, Mia sweetie.” Countess Wildheart patted her daughter’s hand. “She’s beautiful.”

Halsin smiled as he placed the baby in Amelie’s arms. “She certainly is and is in perfect health.” He glanced at the dwarven noble. “Shall we tell the others?”

Time to let Mum be in her element as doting new grandmother.

Once the couple were alone (and Halsin guided me as she latched on), Amelie, though exhausted, felt the same as her husband. Indescribable joy. That sounds right. “Hello, my little love. I’m your mummy.” She glanced at Rolan and sniggered. Just a little. “And that sobbing mess next to me is your darling father.”

“Hush you! I’m simply…overwhelmed.” He sniffed and wiped his eyes with his handkerchief. “Cal and Lia are going to love her.”

She chuckled softly. “Love, they already do.”

He put his handkerchief on her bedside table and pulled his chair closer to the bed. Rolan sat and stared thoughtfully at their daughter as he smiled. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat. “Petra. It was Cal and Lia’s mother’s name. It would be fitting to have her back in our family, in a way. That is if you agree, dearest.”

His wife grinned. “Of course it is! That’s such a pretty name.” She turned her attention back to the baby. “Hello, Petra Wildheart.” As agreed upon in our marriage contract, our children will bear my name since Rolan did not and chooses not to have a surname of his own. “Rolan, Master of Ramazith’s Tower suits me well enough, sweetheart.” As you wish, love.

“Petra Wildheart, born of the greatest wizard and sorcerer of the age…” Something flashed in his eyes and then he appeared almost pleasantly surprised? Hmmm? “She’s got your nose. Your little nose---she’s got it. I-I didn’t think she’d have any of your physical features being a tiefling. But she does. Your nose.”

Oh come on, sir. “Rolan! Love, you are brilliant, but fucking hells. I’m her mum! Of course she’s going to have at least some of my physical features! Just because she’s a tiefling and I’m a half-elf doesn’t mean she won’t have any trace of me.” I’m laughing. I’m sorry. I’m not sorry. “Who knows…maybe her ears won’t be as large as a tieflings and be more like mine?” Amelie noticed Petra was finished, so she began to burp her. Thanks for the towel, love. “But it doesn’t matter because I’m her mother. She’s my baby. That’s that.”

Rolan groaned and ran a hand through his unkempt hair. “Yes, your ladyship, of course. If you say it, then it must be true.” It always is, and he knows it. “I was reading about the importance of skin to skin contact with infants. Once Halsin and your mother return—”

“I think he’s going to have me bathe, Rolan love. I feel gross.” She laughed and then pressed a kiss to Petra’s head. Darker strawberry blonde fuzz. So cute!

He nodded. “I know, sweetling. But fear not! Your dashing husband will spoil you in the bath once—”

“Once what, sweetie?” The countess asked happily as she and Halsin returned to the master bedroom. “Cal and Lia are over the moon and want to come in for a brief visit. Oh, and I sent sending spells to Nadia, Astarion, Jaheira, Minsc, Gale, Shadowheart, and to Duke Ravengard so he can pass it onto Wyll and Karlach. Withers said he’d deal with Lae’zel.” Wait, Withers talks to my mum like he does with Gale’s mum?!?!!? “Do you need anything else? Either of you?”

Before Rolan had a chance to snark on his siblings, they were already at the door and peeking in.

“Sooooo…?” Cal began, grinning.

“Zurgan. You visit with Petra, and I’ll see to my wife. She had a bloody baby, you know.” He grumbled, though none of the others took it seriously.

Sorry, love. We know you’re protective of me. Adorably so.

***

Sweetling

“What is my sweetling up to?” Rolan practically cooed as his wife placed the tray of chocolate chip cookies on the counter. Cal and Lia were down in the shop, leaving the new parents alone in the kitchen while their daughter slept in the nursery. His hands roamed her sides and hips, and she could feel his tail at her ankle. His tail is very…erm…long. It can do…so much…in so many situations…

She giggled. “Well, right now these just came out of the oven, and I need to let them cool.”

“Yes, yes.” He pressed sloppy kisses along her neck punctuating each word. “But. After. Madam.”

“Someone’s excited,” Amelie teased, smirking because she could feel the very large bulge in his trousers.

He let out of an annoyed huff. “I am always excited to see you. You’re my bloody wife.”

She bit her bottom lip, grinning. “That isn’t what I meant, and you know it. You ass.”

One of his hands cupped a breast. “But you’re just as excited, aren’t you, my pretty wife? I can feel it. I can smell it.”

Smell it? Oh. Oh dear. “Love, are you in a rut?” Amelie panted as his other hand reached under her dress and pawed at her smalls.

He stiffened but did not stop his movements. “I…yes. It came on very suddenly. Usually I-I…it’s gradual…not like this.” He let go of her and began to pace. “I need to get the potion. Can’t do anything before that. I-I must.” Rolan stopped and took a deep breath. “I’ll return soon, my love.”

As he turned to leave, she touched his arm. “Wait.”

Turning slowly around to face her, his brow furrowed. “What? I’m perfectly capable of getting you a contraceptive potion. My faculties haven’t all left me, woman.” He grumbled.

He’s going to think I’m mad.

“Or we could…not…do…anything…perhaps?” She offered him an awkward if sincere smile. “I don’t mind. This way Petra won’t be alone---they’ll have each other, like you do with Cal and Lia.”

My poor husband attempted to form words but found he could not for several moments. “I…you are mad. You…” Ah, so he does think I’m mad. “You mad, mad woman.” The grin on his face betrayed his serious tone. “Gods Mia, Petra is nine weeks old.” He said with a disbelieving laugh. “Are you sure? Truly sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ll be okay.” She smiled to herself. “I’ve got a good feeling.”

My very poor husband groaned. “A good feeling?! That’s…that’s not…That is not how that works, dearest!”

“Alright, but my good feelings saved the world, so I think I should be given the benefit of the doubt, love.” She wrinkled her nose and giggled, making him groan louder. It’s a valid point.

He ran a hand through his hair and undid the tie. “Zurgan. Whatever am I to do with you, my darling, precious wife?” Rolan growled, gripping her hips and hungrily kissing her.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Amelie could not help but giggle. “Oh dear. I think the little Mistress of the Tower is awake.”

Rolan rolled his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “You see to her, and I’ll be with you in a few minutes. I need to…bloody hells…” Giving one more kiss, he turned and walked towards the bathroom, leaving his wife nearly doubled over in laughter.

Later then, my grumpy wizard.

[writingsofwerewolves]

I'm not sure when or if I'll ever post the full 101k words of this, but here's a sexy excerpt of my werewolf/human/vampire romance. This part features oral sex between the werewolf and the human while the werewolf is in human form.

If it's a bit roughly written, please forgive me. I haven't edited it thoroughly and also, uh. Well, I've never given or received oral sex so sorry if it's unrealistic. 😅

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While I still felt awkward about the whole thing, I climbed into bed and got under the covers. The wolf snuggled close, tucking my head into his neck. I felt my whole body relax as I became surrounded by his warmth. It was pretty easy to close my eyes and imagine it was Vikram holding me. Aside from a little more hair than usual, he felt much the same. Big, warm, and caring.

In fact, I was so comfortable that as I snuggled up against him, as I would normally do with Vikram, I started to feel the same urges I often felt with Vikram. It was rare that he and I wouldn’t do something before going to sleep. Even if it was just using our hands or grinding against each other with our clothes on when we didn’t have the time or energy for full on sex, we each usually had at least one orgasm a night.

And while my brain was still nervous about the giant werewolf in my bed, my body was quickly deciding it was ready to get back to our regularly scheduled programming.

I squirmed a little, trying to get more comfortable as I felt my body disobediently preparing for sex.

The wolf pulled back slightly and I chewed my lip, avoiding looking directly at him. He gave a rumble and nuzzled my shoulder. I cursed the fact that he couldn’t talk. I didn’t know what he was asking.

A moment later, though, he made it clear. He moved down the bed, down by where my legs were, and put one paw on my hip as he nuzzled my thigh.

I whimpered, remembering how heavenly his tongue felt within me.

“Do-do you want to?” I asked hesitantly.

He nodded slowly.

I took a deep breath and said, “Okay.”

With shaky hands, I pushed the blankets off me, helped by the wolf’s paws and then pulled down my underwear. I pressed my legs together nervously. The wolf rumbled and gripped the hem of my shirt in his teeth, giving a light tug.

I swallowed hard and nodded before pulling my shirt over my head. I folded my arms over my chest, feeling uncomfortable and exposed.

The wolf moved over me and put a paw on my shoulder, pushing me back into the mattress with gentle force. He used his nose to ease my arms away from my chest and then lathed his tongue over my breasts.

I let out a soft “oh” and relaxed under his ministrations, only to let out a startled “Oh!” when suddenly he nipped at my breast.

He chuckled, a sound that vibrated my whole body, and moved down between my legs. He used his paw to part my legs before he delved his tongue into my folds. After a few licks, his tongue entered me, filling me up easily.

I whimpered, my hips squirming as he moved inside me. The wolf gripped my hips with his paws, holding me in place as his tongue undulated, massaging my inner walls in a gentle rhythm while his nose pressed against my clit, rubbing it subtly as he moved.

It wasn’t long before my legs clamped around his head and I felt pleasure break across my body.

When I recovered, the wolf moved over me and licked my forehead. I smiled and hummed serenely as I lifted my hand to pet his cheek.

“And I thought you were good with your tongue before…” I remarked.

He laughed and bumped his forehead gently against mine.

“Your turn?” I questioned.

The wolf pulled back and shook his head. I frowned at him.

“Do you… not like doing things when you’re…?” I questioned.

He lowered his head, his brow furrowed.

“If you’re worried about me…” I ventured.

He rumbled and licked my forehead.

“Vikram,” I said firmly, “You know I hate when you do it for me and I don’t do something in return. We’ve had this talk.”

He sighed heavily and nodded.

“If you really don’t want to, that’s fine,” I told him, “But if it’s because you’re worried about me, can you at least let me make the choice for myself?”

The wolf took a deep breath and moved off me, to the side, and laid on his back on the bed. Suddenly the issue came into clear focus.

Laying against his belly was not one but two very large mildly animalistic cocks, one behind the other.

“Oh,” I squeaked. “You didn’t have those before.”

He put his paw on my arm and gave me a meaningful look.

“I’m fine,” I told him, “Uh… can I…?”

He nodded.

I got on my knees beside him and reached to take one in my hand. It felt bigger than Vikram did when he was human, but the tip was more tapered where Vikram as a human was very blunt. It also felt hotter than before. I gave it a few experimental strokes and to my surprise, it grew larger and harder as I worked, as did the other still laying against his belly.

Steeling myself, I bent down and licked the tip which had started leaking precum. I was happy to find he didn’t taste much different than before. Satisfied by that discovery, I became more bold and took him into my mouth. Due to the tapered shape, I was easily able to take him deeply without much work. I worked him for a few moments before pulling back and looking at him.

“Do you… Should I alternate or… I don’t know what to do with both,” I told him nervously.

He gave a soft rumble and touched my leg with his paw.

“You’ll tell me if I mess up?”

He nodded.

“Okay,” I took a deep breath and moved to the other one. I felt his body vibrate as he hummed with pleasure while I took his second cock into my mouth, taking it just as deeply as the first, though I thought it felt a little bigger.

I enjoyed the feeling of it slipping into my throat so easily. I was never able to take Vikram’s human cock so deeply and I felt very proud of myself. As I got more comfortable, I switched again, but kept one hand on the base of the second cock as I used my mouth and my other hand to work the first one.

The wolf gave a small growl and I glanced at him, worried I’d done something wrong, but his eyes were closed and his head was pressed back against the pillows so I took that to be a good sign.

I switched primary cocks again, feeling confident and enjoying that I could bring my mate so much pleasure. After a few moments, he put his paw on the back of my neck. In our normal sessions, that meant he was close. He applied just enough pressure for me to feel like I was being forced to take him, but not enough that I couldn’t escape if I wanted.

I didn’t want to, though.

I sped up, sucking and squeezing with more force as his pelvis began to move more urgently.

His paw tightened on the back of my neck and I felt his claws just barely dig into my skin as his hips forced his cock deeper into my mouth and filled me with his cum. While the one cock spurted down my throat, the other shot thick and heavy ropes into the air that fell on top of the two of us.

Vikram always seemed to have an inordinate amount of cum, though I didn’t really have anything to compare to, but the Alpha seemed to have at least twice as much. So much that I finally had to give up trying to swallow all that came from one of his cocks, sputtering and coughing as it dripped from my mouth and continued to spill from him.

When it finally slowed to a halt, I was covered with his burning hot cum.

The wolf was breathing heavily, his eyes still closed and his paw still holding the back of my neck. I also was breathing hard, trying to catch my breath.

When he finally opened his eyes and looked at me, he had the good sense to look sheepish.

“Goodness fucking gracious,” I muttered, wiping my face clean, “I think I need a shower.”

He released my neck and gave an apologetic whine.

“I can see why you hesitated,” I commented. I glanced down at his cocks and then did a double take.

They’d grown bigger, but only near the base. I’d been so concerned with swallowing every bit of cum I couldn’t I hadn’t noticed the change.

“You have a knot?” I said, dumbfounded, “Two knots?”

He chuckled and nodded.

“Huh…” I clicked my tongue, “Interesting.”

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Take My Hand and Whisper Run Chapter 3: Uncomfortable Reunions

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To Emma’s great surprise, she’d actually managed to fall asleep early, and stay asleep for most of the night. She couldn’t remember the last time she did that, in Neverland or in general.

The beep of the alarm clock was also surprisingly comforting to her, even if she normally couldn’t stand hearing them. But it was a firm reminder that she was home, back in a world where things actually made sense… for the most part. Apparently Baelfire was from a fairy tale land that really existed.

That thought still made her head spin, as she changed back into her jeans and t-shirt, and made a mental note to go shopping. She swore she’d seen a thrift store in town. Hopefully they had cheap clothes that would fit, because she really didn’t want to be stuck wearing the same clothes over and over again.

What she didn’t expect when she got downstairs after teaching Baelfire and Tink how showers worked, was seeing Granny and Ruby standing outside, staring at the clock tower in the center of town.

“Um… good morning Granny, Ruby… is everything okay?” she asked with a frown. They looked like they’d seen a ghost, honestly.

“Oh! I’m sorry dear, I guess I lost track of time,” Granny said, snapping out of her own thoughts and looking at Emma. “Everyone’s just a little confused about the clocktower, that’s all. The clock hasn’t worked as long as I can remember, and now it’s finally showing the right time.”

Emma followed their gazes and looked at the clock, which was now showing the correct time. “Huh…” she remarked. “Maybe one of the maintenance guys for the town did it. I’m sure they get bored when there aren’t any calls to answer.”

“I don’t know why they’d pick now of all times to fix it. It hasn’t worked my whole life,” Ruby said, then sighed. “At least it gives us something to talk about instead of the same old boring sh - stuff.”

Granny shook her head. “Well, whatever the case is, we won’t figure it out standing here. Let’s open up the diner for the day. Where are you friends, Emma?”

“They were getting dressed last I checked. They should be down soon.” Hopefully. Providing neither of them flooded the bathroom.

And that would raise a whole other set of issues.

“Sorry you’ll probably be bored for the first hour or so in terms of not having any dishes to wash,” Ruby said with a small frown. “Though, I guess you’ll have to eat, so you’ll be able to start with your own until the customers come in.”

Emma laughed. “It’s fine, Ruby, really! I’m just grateful you and Granny took us in at all. I was worried we’d be out on the streets or something.”

“Storybrooke wouldn’t have let that happen. Though you’re lucky you ran into us instead of Mr. Gold or the mayor,” Ruby said with a shudder.

“Ruby, hush, she’s right there,” Granny hissed, nodding in the direction of a woman wearing a black trench coat, high heels, and a deep red lipstick. There was an air about her that said she felt she was better than the others in town, and Emma was immediately put off by it.

“Come on. Inside,” Ruby muttered, all but shoving Emma into the diner. “I swear that woman is hiding something.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “She’s a politician. It’s probably tax fraud or a sex scandal.”

“Aren’t you a little young to be talking about sex scandals?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. Am I?” She hardly knew what normal teenagers went through, after all, but even the terrible school she’d been to before going to Neverland had at least started talking about condoms. It was hard to forget a grown woman struggling to fit one on a banana, after all.

Ruby sighed. “Come on, what do you want for breakfast? I’ll make sure you and your friends are served first.”

Emma glanced over and smiled at Tink and Neal, relieved they’d managed to rinse the soap and shampoo out of their hair and skin. While she had hope for Neal, she hadn’t been sure how much Tink knew about personal hygiene. If she lived in a forest before Neverland… it couldn’t have been much, right?

“Alright, we’re not going to need three of you on dish duty right now, so are any of you good with plants?” Granny asked.

Tink’s hand shot up. “Oh! I am! I love plants! I grew up in a garden you know!”

Granny stared at her in confusion. “You… grew up in a garden?”

Emma cleared her throat. “What she means is… her parents owned a greenhouse, so she grew up around plants. She would help them every day with watering and fertilizing them and putting them on carts for the customers.”

“Oh,” Granny said with a relieved sigh. “Well if that’s the case, follow me, Rosetta.”

As Tink followed Granny back toward the bed and breakfast with a wide grin, Emma let out a sigh as she looked at Bae. “Did she seriously live in a garden?”

He shrugged. “That’s what the story says. Fairies live in a tulip pod chamber and are able to watch over us like, well, like a god does.”

Fairies lived in flowers. Sure. Of course they did. Why not?

“Okay you two, c’mon back to the kitchen,” Ruby said, ushering Emma and Bae around the counter. “I mean, it’s dishwashing, so I trust you know what you’re doing, but I promised Granny I’d tell you what to do.”

It was basic stuff, of course, and they worked out a system of who washed and who dried, stacking the clean dishes where they needed to go so the cooks could grab clean plates for the new orders.

“This isn’t so bad,” Bae murmured, wrist deep in soapy water. “Especially since we’re getting a place to stay too.”

“Yeah…”

“Hey Emma? Can you give me a hand, please?” Ruby called a bit later. “One of our waitresses called out and Granny’s busy at the register.”

“Oh - yeah, of course Ruby!” It wasn’t like she had any choice if she wanted to keep the roof over her head. Still, she felt a little nervous - she’d never waitressed before, and had always thought the trays looked too heavy to carry.

“Can you take this mug of cocoa to the woman in the pink sweater with short, black hair?” Ruby asked, pointing to the woman sitting at one of the two-person tables.

Emma nodded, relieved it was just one thing she needed to deliver and not a whole tray of food to a family of five.

“What’s that on the whipped cream?” Emma asked, looking at the brown flecks. Surely they couldn’t be -

“Cinnamon. Mary-Margaret’s the only one in town who drinks it that way. Just one of her quirks.”

Huh. Emma had never known another person who liked cinnamon on their hot chocolate. What were the odds she would run into someone who liked it here? Of all places, it was some little town in Maine that didn’t look big enough to be on any printed map?

“Um… here you go, Miss Blanchard,” she said, setting the mug in front of her carefully. “Is there anything else you need?”

When Mary-Margaret looked up at her and smiled, Emma felt a little startled. She had the same color eyes she did, and strangely, they shared a face shape. There was no way this woman was related to her, right? “No, thank you, I’m fine for now. But I don’t remember seeing you here before. Are you a new hire?”

She nodded. “I’m Emma. I just got to town.”

Mary-Margaret’s smile didn’t falter. “Oh, well, I hope you enjoy your time here, Emma.”

Emma smiled weakly in return. “Yeah, thanks. Enjoy the hot chocolate. I put a little extra cinnamon on it when Ruby wasn’t looking. I always prefer extra on mine.”

“I won’t tell her, promise. I think you’re the only other person I’ve met who likes cinnamon on it.”

“Yeah,” Emma said, “me too.”

When Ruby called her away, Emma felt a strange, almost familiar pull toward Mary-Margaret as she turned away from the table.

Huh. Weird.

----

Tink hummed a mindless song under her breath. Thankfully, she recognized most of the flowers that were planted in and around the bed and breakfast garden. How strange to think that the Land Without Magic would have the same flora as The Enchanted Forest and even Neverland. Regardless, it made this gardening gig easy, which obviously meant Tink would be able to fit in here no problem! And to think, Emma had been so tense the previous night, like she was worried Tink and Bae would blow their cover or something. How silly!

Tink could have made it as a farmer, she thought. If Blue had granted her mercy when she’d taken her wings, she wouldn’t have minded having a little farm somewhere, living off the land and selling what she didn’t need, like a normal peasant in their realm.

Well, maybe she wouldn’t want to live in Regina’s kingdom after what had happened. If Regina had just listened, she would have been able to prove to Blue that humans could change, even if there was hate inside them.

There had been so many bad humans in Misthaven and all throughout their world, but nothing would compare to Pan.

Tink shuddered a little at the thought of Neverland as she cut a dandelion from the plant. Why Granny considered them to be weeds she would never know, but she was doing as she was told and getting rid of them… in her own way, by carefully placing them in her pocket to do something with later. She’d seen a few cups wrapped up in the bathroom of their room. Maybe they could spruce it up.

“Tink?”

Her head shot up, because no one in this town should know who she was, and came face to face with Regina, though instead of a dress fit for a queen, she was wearing some sort of suit like Bae had once told her about.

“Regina. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be living your royal life in Misthaven?” she asked coldly as she brushed dirt off her gloves and rose to her feet.

“Why would I want to go back to a world where Snow White is living happily ever after?” Regina replied. “So this is my happy ending. This is my world. My beautiful creation. You are not supposed to be here.”

Oh no. Regina had fully given into the darkness in her heart, hadn’t she? That was the only explanation. “I didn’t exactly get to choose where I ended up when I escaped from Hell.”

“What do you mean?”

“I got banished because a queen didn’t want to do the thing that would make her happy. I was stuck in Neverland until yesterday.”

“And this is my fault? The only thing I refused to do is go into that bar. It sounds like your boss was the one who sent you there in the first place,” Regina glared, her eyes dark with fury. “How did you even escape? I thought that place was impossible to leave.”

Tink smiled a little. “Pan was outsmarted by a couple of Lost Kids. They offered me my freedom and I took it.” Was that meant to be a dig at Regina? Maybe a small one.

Regina didn’t take the bait, her frown deepening. “Lost Kids that actually wanted to escape? Why would they want to do that?”

Tink shrugged. If Regina was in charge here, she did not want to risk getting Bae or Emma on her bad side on their second day here, when they didn’t even know who she was. “I don’t know. I guess they got tired of the constant hunting and wanted to remember what it was like to grow up and be… normal kids. Whatever that means here.”

Regina scoffed. “Why would that shadow leave you outside Storybrooke?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because I was with them and I’m originally from the Enchanted Forest.” No sense in dragging Bae down with her. It would be better to let Regina believe both kids were from The Land Without Magic.

“Fine. I will allow you and your group to stay in Storybrooke, but if you get in the way of my happy ending, just know I will destroy you. Enjoy your stay in Storybrooke, Tinkerbell.”

Her eyes narrowed. She didn’t know what had happened to Regina after they’d last met, but she didn’t like it one bit. She would be damned if she let Regina hurt Emma or Bae though. “It’s Rosetta. I know I’m just a character in a book in this land, Regina.”

Regina gave her a smirk that sent a chill down her spine. “Right, well. Enjoy your time here, Rosetta.”

When she had gone, Tink took a deep breath. She didn’t know what had come over Regina after she was banished from Misthaven, but she knew she had to keep Emma and Bae safe from her no matter what.

The biggest question she had, though, was how Regina even got to Storybrooke in the first place. Storybrooke was hers? Did that mean other people from their world were here too?

Tink needed to find some answers, before her friends got hurt.

She just didn’t know how she was going to do that. So, Tink turned back to the flowers and began working on the weeds again.

-

Later that night, they sat in the lounge room of the bed and breakfast, Tink having scrubbed the dirt out from her hands and fingernails. It was nice, being able to relax and enjoy a long day’s end. Sometimes, when she’d had her magic, it had felt like days bled into each other, and Neverland of course didn’t help anything.

“Rosetta, will you tell me about Australia? What are koalas like? Are they really as soft as they look on TV? What about the bugs? Are they really that big?” Ruby asked, dropping onto the chair next to Tink. “And how did you end up all the way in Maine?”

Tink shrugged. “I came here because I was worried about my cousin. Couldn’t let her get into trouble while she’s still just a kid.”

“I’m not a kid!” Emma protested.

Ruby grinned, apparently having forgotten her other questions. “You look like a kid to me.”

“I’m fourteen! That’s not a kid!”

“Ruby! You forgot to unpack a shipment of napkins!” Granny suddenly called, breaking the light atmosphere. “Five of the tables need the holders to be refilled too!”

“Coming, Granny!” Ruby groaned and rolled her eyes. “I was hoping she wouldn’t notice.”

“I can help you, Ruby,” Bae offered.

“Thanks kid,” Ruby said, shooting a grin in Emma’s direction as she rose to her feet. “The store room is this way.”

Tink let out a small sigh of relief. “Okay Emma, tell me, what’s Australia like?”

Emma blinked at her. “How am I supposed to know? I’ve never been there. It’s on the other side of the planet!”

“Then what am I going to do when Ruby asks about it again?”

Emma took a deep breath and tapped her nail against her knee. “Okay, uh… Bae said he saw a library in town. It’s apparently under that giant clock tower. We can go there and learn about Australia.”

“Right… okay yeah, that’s a good idea. Thanks Emma.”

“Emma?”

Tink looked up, startled as the male voice spoke. Standing in the doorway was a man leaning against a cane, a curious look on his face. For some reason, he felt familiar, like someone she’d met - or at least seen - before she got banished from the Enchanted Forest, but she just couldn’t place him.

Emma though, didn’t seem as amused or curious. “Yeah?”

The man grinned. “No, nothing. It’s just… what a lovely name.”

“Er… thanks,” Emma replied. “Who are you?”

Granny rushed forward with a wad of cash in her hand. “Here. It’s here. All of it.”

“Yes, yes, of course it is dearie,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he turned away from Tink and Emma to take the money, tucking it into his pocket. “Pleasure doing business with you, as always.” He then glanced back over at Emma as he moved to the door. “You enjoy your stay, Emma.”

Emma shuddered when the door shut. “What the hell? Who was that?”

“Mr. Gold. He owns the place,” Granny said as Ruby entered the room.

“The inn?”

“No. The town,” Ruby finished, moving to the window and glancing out it. “He owns most of the buildings in town, and leases them out to others. Everyone likes to say Regina’s the most powerful person here, but they’re wrong. It’s Gold.”

“Is he that bad of a person?” Tink asked with a frown. If this Gold person held more power than Regina, maybe he could be on her side, if she could figure out who he was supposed to be.

“I heard the last time someone was late on their rent, he smashed their glass counter, so you tell me,” Ruby said, a hand on her hip.

“He’s not a man you want to make an enemy of,” Granny agreed. “Ruby, where’s Neal? I was going to have him help with checking the stock in the kitchen.”

Ruby shrugged. “He said he had a headache, so he went upstairs.  He took the back entrance so he didn’t disturb the conversation out here.”

“I’ll check on him,” Tink offered, jumping to her feet. This was suspicious. Maybe Bae knew more than he was willing to share with Ruby. “Emma, why don’t you help Granny with her stock?”

Emma blinked a little, but looked at Granny. “Is - is that okay with you, Granny?”

“Of course. I just can’t do it alone. Come on. And you, Ruby. I want you to finish the profit summary for the month.”

Ruby, who had been sneaking toward the side door in an attempt to leave, rolled her eyes. “Fine, but when I’m done I’m meeting Lacey for drinks.”

“Fine, fine.” It was obviously a battle long fought and seldom won.

Tink made her way upstairs and pushed the door to their room open. “Bae?” she said softly. “Are you okay?”

Bae was curled up on the bed, clutching one of the pillows tight and facing the window. When Tink approached him and put a hand on his shoulder, he flinched back. “I can’t stay here, Tink.”

“What? Why not?”

“My father’s here. I heard him talking to Granny when Ruby and I were getting the napkins,” he explained. “I don’t even understand how he would even get to the Land Without Magic. The magic bean Blue gave me was the last one.”

Tink was starting to understand why the shadow had chosen this place to drop them off at. Regina’s cryptic words, and now Bae’s father being here? But wait… if Regina thought this place was her happy ending, why would someone else supposedly hold more power? This man, Mr. Gold…

“What’s your father’s name, Bae?” she asked quietly.

But Bae just shook his head, shuddering. “I can’t say it. If I do, he’ll show up.”

Oh.

“Your father is The Dark One, isn’t he?”

Bae nodded. “You know the story. He became to suffocating and protective and then… dark, so I tried to get him to give up his magic. That’s why I ended up in London. He was supposed to go with me… but he broke our deal.”

Tink bit her lip. “That sounds awful, Bae. I’m sorry you went through that, but… I might have an idea of why he’s here, because I ran into someone I know from The Enchanted Forest too. The Queen of Misthaven.”

“Wait, what? But how?”

“I don’t know, but there has to be a way to find out.”

“My father always finds a loophole,” Bae said. “I can’t face him. I just can’t. I don’t care how long it's been.”

“You won’t have to. I’ll take care of it, I promise.”

People from The Enchanted Forest were here for a reason, and Tink was determined to find out why.

[susiephone]

Imagine thinking that wanting straight people to be accepting of gay people is a "trap" and not like, literally THE entire goal of the modern LGBT rights movement since its inception

okay. this is in response to me saying “respectability politics is a trap.” which it absolutely is.

but i’ll give you the benefit of the doubt here. let’s define respectability politics, shall we?

several people who are more well-spoken than me have talked about this. to quote this article on the subject:

Respectability politics is a school of thought that utilizes respectability narratives as the basis for enacting social, political, and legal change.

Respectability narratives are representations of marginalized individuals meant to construct an image of the marginalized group as people sharing similar traits, values, morals with the dominant group.

essentially, respectability politics is when people in a marginalized group (queer people, disabled people, people of color) wish to be accepted by the majority, and thus present themselves in a way and behave in a way that the majority deems acceptable - and pressure others in their marginalized group to do the same. for example:

“Not all bisexual people are sluts, I’m bi and I’ve been in a committed relationship for 20 years!”

“I’m gay, but I’m not one of THOSE gay guys, I hate shopping and I don’t like to flaunt my sexuality at all!”

“Lesbians aren’t really all masculine, I love makeup and having long hair.”

(I’m using examples I’ve seen in the queer community because I’m queer; I know this happens a lot in communities of color, but I am not qualified to speak on that at all.)

this stems from a desire to be accepted by the majority; for the purposes of this discussion, straight people. we hear straight people say things like “i could never date a bi person, they’re all cheaters” or “i don’t mind gay guys, don’t just shove it in my face” and “why don’t lesbians act like women if they love them?” and, in response, some people go, “i don’t act like that!! you can accept me! i fit in! i’m respectable, i’m not like those guys, they embarrass us!”

there’s also a lot of people saying, “don’t reinforce the stereotype.” as if it’s OUR fault straight people stereotype us.

so this leads to shaming within our own community:

“You’re bi and polyamorous? Wow, way to make people think we’re all two-timing whores.”

“Makeup? Jesus, we get it, you’re gay, you don’t have to make it a pride parade every time you go out.”

“You look like a teenage boy, this is why everyone lesbians aren’t real women.”

and that all boils down to:

“THIS is the example you’re setting? This is the face you show to the world? Don’t you know you’re representing us? No wonder they don’t respect us.”

and that’s the real problem: telling other queer people, “it is YOUR fault you’re not accepted, YOU aren’t acceptable, YOU reinforce these stereotypes, YOU should try and be more respectable, more normal.” and the thing is, “normal” is defined by the majority. THEY decide what is acceptable behavior for us. and guess what? 

most of the time, that boils down to, “It’s fine if you’re different... as long as you’re as close to what I deem normal as possible. As long as I can’t tell you’re different.”

in the queer community, this sort of thinking has led to the exclusion of butch lesbians, femme gay men, nonbinary people, non-passing trans people, trans people in general, people who use any pronouns besides she/her and he/him, bisexual people, ace people, aro people, pan people, polyamorous bisexual people, people who have an active sex life, sex workers, people who have changed how they identify, and countless others. these people get shoved aside by the Good Respectable Gays, who are eager to say, “We’re not like them, we’re just like you!” in order to be accepted by the mainstream. and it still doesn’t work. even the most macho, would-never-guess-it gay guy is bound to face some level of oppression or otherness at some point in his life. it doesn’t matter how much he fits in, how much he distances himself from the Unacceptable Queers; it won’t work 100% of the time. how’s that for a punchline?

there is no point in trying to file off the “unacceptable” parts of our community just to please straight people. 

if a person hates all queer people, no matter how they act or present, they’re a homophobe.

if a person doesn’t hate queer people, just the ones who shove it in your face and sleep around and won’t shut up about it and buck gender norms and use weird pronouns and expect people to learn their new name and change their identity every week... they’re still a fucking homophobe.

and why the fuck are we trying to please homophobes, again?

so when people say lil nas x is bad, actually, because he “reinforces the stereotype” of gay people going to hell and thinking a lot about sex or whatever, they’re playing right into respectability politics. why can’t he just talk about his sexuality in a normal way? why can’t he express himself in a nicer way? why does he have to use that imagery? why does he have to make straight people uncomfortable?

lis nas x is a gay black man who grew up being told he’d burn in hell for being gay. and he made an awesome song with a legendary music video saying, “fine. i’ll go to hell, just like you want, and it’ll be great. i’ll take the damn place over and make satan fall in love with me. and i’ll have a great time doing it, because i’m proud of who i am, and i won’t apologize for it or be ashamed of it anymore.”

to see that and wring your hands, worrying that a straight person will see it and decide to be homophobic about it, and pinning the blame for that on nas is missing the point.

every time we as a community make ourselves lesser or change the way we present just to be accepted by the majority, they move the goalposts, and someone else gets left behind. and the beautiful thing about the queer community is that there is a place for everyone who is left out in the cold by the straight, cis majority.

“We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it” was the rallying cry for a reason. we’re different, you think we’re weird, you think we’re deviant, you don’t get us, and that’s fine, you don’t have to get us. we’re not going anywhere. get used to it.

respectability politics is a game you cannot win. so stop playing.

[placid-styles]

perfect

an eddie munson x fem reader fic

description: you and eddie have been friends for a long time but when you catch him flirting with another girl, jealousy starts to get in the way of your friendship. (or just a cute, angsty night out with friends to lovers.)

word count: 3.1k

warnings/tags: angst, makeouts but no sex, slight smut, eddie’s band, indiana-core, friends to lovers, barely canon

author’s note: i haven’t written anything like this since i was like 15 so i hope its half decent. also i’ve grown up in indiana and have a mother who was a teenager in the 80s so I had to include some historically accurate references lmao. also i know nothing about metal music so bear with me on that, not sure how that all works or sounds lol

read on ao3

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The clouds hang over Hawkins like an immovable force. They have been there for what seems like months, years even. By this point in the slow winter to spring transition in Indiana, you would do anything to see the sun. Everything feels dull, boring, lifeless. The only time it doesn’t is when you are sitting at the desk or on the floor of your best friend Eddie’s room. He never uses the overhead light, just soft, warm lamps with the curtains drawn. The scent of his cologne mixed with weed and incense are a permanent fixture in the air. When you were in that room with him, everything else slipped away. Thoughts of your dysfunctional family, college plans, cruel classmates; they couldn’t touch you there.

This particular gloomy March day was no different, apart from the feeling that sat aching beneath the surface of your chest. A mixture of sadness, anger, jealousy, and fear put you on edge in what was typically your most comfortable environment. You were sitting at the little wobbly table in Eddie’s room that you used as a desk, but he mostly used as a place to put things down and never pick them back up. While you suffered through your algebra homework, Eddie was practicing for his show tonight. Him and his band play at a local restaurant and bar sometimes. They aren’t well-known or even particularly well liked, but you enjoy going to see them. Their music is fine, you’re not as into metal as Eddie is but you don’t mind it. What you really go for is their energy. Eddie has more passion for music than someone like Madonna or Steven Tyler has in just one hand. He is normally a very animated person but when he gets on stage it’s like he transforms into a real rock star. His eyes light up and he moves around the little stage as if its Madison Square Garden. That’s why you go. You love that version of him. Well, you love all versions of him, really. That’s why you’re sitting cross legged in the wooden chair at the desk avoiding his gaze. Looking into his eyes would just remind you of the way he looked into someone else’s earlier today.

After lunch you were heading to English class when you saw Eddie leaning against a row of lockers. You were going to go over and talk with him until you realized he was already engaged in conversation. Her strawberry blonde hair hung in a ponytail down her back and the outfit she wore was unmistakable. It was a white, green, and gold cheer uniform. It was Chrissy Cunningham. You worried for a moment that he was the target of yet another round of bullying by the jocks but none of her friends were around. And Eddie didn’t seem distressed or even uncomfortable. In fact, he was smiling and laughing, and so was Chrissy. When she spoke, you saw Eddie turn silent and give her all of his attention. It made you ache inside because you knew what her friends put him through but also because you wanted to be the only one he looked at like that. And finally, his face turned deadly serious and took her hand in his. You couldn’t stand it any longer so you briskly made your way towards your next class, trying not to think about how soft his hands must have felt in hers. You tried not to think about how sometimes his touch feels like it carries electricity and the fire it ignites in you.

You’re snapped back to reality when you hear Eddie’s voice carefully break the silence with your name.

“Y/n? Earth to y/n? Are you alright over there?” He’s trying to keep his tone playful, but he can sense the shift in your mood.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You speak quietly and without meeting his gaze.

He carefully places the guitar on his bed and walks over to crouch down beside you. “I’m not sensing fine. Do I need to beat somebody up? Well, it might be better if its just a stern talking to. I don’t think I’ve got what it takes to do any damage.” You see out of the corner of your eye that he holds his arm up and pretends to flex his muscles.

You chuckle a bit at his words, but you still can’t face him. “It’s nothing… I mean… I don’t know.” You’re worried if you bring this up, it will put your feelings for him on full display. When you finally turn to him, a burst of anger and jealousy flashes through you.

“It’s whatever, don’t worry about it. Honestly, don’t even worry about me tonight either. You can invite your new best friend to the show. I’m sure she’ll love that.” You spit, adding extra sarcasm to the word love. You knew you were acting irrationally, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

As you spoke his brows drew closer together and now, he is leaned back on his arms staring up at you from the floor. “What the fuck? What are you talking about?”

“I saw you with Chrissy Cunningham earlier. After lunch.” You pause to think then add, “I just really don’t understand why you’re drooling all over her after what those assholes she’s friends with put you through. Sure, she’s like the Chrissy but that doesn’t mean she’s going to be any nicer to you than her friends have been. And why were you even talking to her? I thought it was well understood that we are not welcome by them.”

He has stood up now and has his hand on his head like he’s thinking. “Wait. Go back- ‘drooling all over her’? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you flirting with her right there in the middle of the hallway. You were making it pretty obvious, with all your smiling and laughing and hand holding.”

“Y/n, I can assure you that I was not flirting with Chrissy. Honestly, she stopped me in the hall and asked me to sell her something to cope with some shit she’s going through.” He’s fallen to his knees in front of your chair, hoping to convince you of his sincerity.

You’re not entirely sure what to say because on one hand you believe him, but on the other hand, you saw the way he looked at her. “I don’t know Eddie.” You trail off because his proximity has left you slightly breathless.

He abruptly stands up and towers over you, still sitting. After a moment he asks, “What can I do to make you believe me?”

“Oh god. I don’t know. Just forget it.” You wave your hands and turn back to your schoolwork. You still feel his eyes on you as you go back to your algebra homework. He slowly walks over to pick his guitar back up and continue practicing.

You pass the next hour and a half like that, both silently working on your own thing. When the clock reads 6:00pm, Eddie hangs his guitar back up on the wall as you put your book and papers away. When you’re about to grab your tattered denim jacket off the back of the chair, Eddie calls out a soft “Hey.” When you turn your attention to him, his hand is up by his heart with his index, pinkie fingers, and thumb outstretched. The sign language sign for “I love you” has always been like a secret code between you. It can mean anything from “this class fucking sucks and I wish we could leave”, to “thanks for being there for me”. Right now, it means, “I’m sorry if things are weird but I mean what I said and I want us to have fun tonight.” You love when he does the sign because you can almost imagine it meaning what its supposed to, “I love you.”

***

When you get to Pizza King, you get a table made of plastic with wood paneling surrounding you on all sides. You leave the menus at the edge of the table since you always get the same thing. The neat thing about Pizza King is that instead of a waiter taking your order, there is a telephone at each table where you call and place your order with the kitchen. Eddie picks up the phone and recites his lines, “Hello Mr. or Mrs. Pizza King! May we please have a large royal feast pizza with extra cheese? I’ll need two plates as well, please, one for me and one for the lady.” While the employee reads the order back to him, you have an idea. You crack a smile and give him the “I love you” sign. He knows immediately what you mean by it. He grins into the phone, “Ok, ok, thank you, love you, bye.” And hangs up. You both giggle conspiratorially even though it was a childish joke. It felt nice just to laugh with each other after the uncomfortable situation earlier. That breaks the ice that has formed between you and leads to normal conversation for the rest of the meal.

***

After you finish your shared pizza, Eddie drives you both over to The Hideout. You fall in with your typical routine where you find a table to sit and drink a soda while he meets up with his band and sets up their instruments on the makeshift stage. You have seen him perform many times but it’s always fun. Not to mention how good he looks doing it. When his hair gets a little sweaty around his face and his eyes shine with the light of a dream realized.

By the time he’s got just one song left, you’re nearing the bottom of your second coke. When you glance back up at the stage, Eddie’s eyes meet yours. He announces into the microphone, “This last song is about, um, wanting to tell someone how you feel and being too chickenshit to do it even though you kind of feel like maybe they’re into you too but also maybe they’re not and it would screw up everything you already have with them.” You hear someone at the bar yell, “shut up!” but all you can focus on is Eddie and the words he just spoke to the entire room. He’s focused on the floor as the first notes start to play and as it picks up, his eyes find yours again. They’re shy but sure of himself. The beginning of the song is instrumental, and you find yourself wondering, were those words for me? Did he just admit to having feelings… for me? But you suppose its possible he could have been talking about someone else, someone like… Chrissy. But he looked at you. You listen in as the song continues. One lyric stands out from the rest: when I say I love you I mean it. He finds your eyes as he sings and raises his hand in what you think at first is the rock hand sign but then you see his thumb. It is your love sign. When I say I love you, I mean it. Your breath catches in your throat as the song comes to a close. The band bid their farewells to the room and start packing up their gear. Eddie has his guitar case slung over his shoulder as he approaches your table. He slides into the booth across from you.

“So?” he asks coyly.

You think you have it all figured out but for fear of jumping to conclusions you ask, “What?”

He moves his arms out in front of him and leans forward on the table between you. He twists the rings on his fingers as he speaks, “Do you believe me now?”

You hesitate to answer, not because you don’t believe him but because you can’t find quite the right words to say. He carefully places his hand over yours and explains, “That song I just played, those words, weren’t for Chrissy. They weren’t for anybody,” he pauses, nervously, “but you.”

You let out a shaky breath as his words hit you. Once again, you’re left feeling speechless. Quietly, he begs, “Please say something.”

Without breaking eye contact, because you can’t bear to blink and miss this moment, you find the courage to admit, “I really liked your song… I really like you.” At this, he breaks into a toothy grin and squeezes your hand. With your other hand you give him your secret sign and he returns it, both of you feeling the relief of requited love.

“Hey, do you want to go? I really want to be with you away from all of this.” He gestures to the crowded room.

“Yes,” you give him a small smile. He grabs your hand and gently tugs you towards the door.

When you get to his car, you stand leaning on the passenger door, watching him put his beloved guitar in the back seat. The energy has shifted between you. Whereas before the show, things were awkward and full of anxious feelings. Now, there is only a few minutes of daylight left but everything feels shiny and new. As Eddie closes the back door of his car, he steps closer to you. Eyes locked on each other; his hands find their way to your waist. “Is this okay?” he asks gently.

“Yes” you reply. You’re so focused on him and the electricity running through your skin beneath his touch, that you can barely hear your own words. His face is only inches from yours now.

He pulls back just a little when he verifies your answer with, “Are you sure? Because if you feel like this is going too fast at any point, we can absolutely take things- “

“Eddie, this is perfect.” His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. Yours do the same and you can’t help but think about how many times you’ve imagined his soft lips on your own. This is not your imagination now. You’re both savoring the moment, slowly getting closer and closer. You feel his lips brush yours and a feeling ignites in your stomach. Finally, his lips meet yours and you melt together. Your mouth begins to open more as you feel his tongue. It all starts to blur together, your mouth moving against his. You had worried it would be awkward with all the history that you share, but its not. You fit together like you were made for this moment.

When he pulls away, you keep reaching for more. You want to drink him in, you want to be closer to him than physically possible. Short of breath he whispers, “Here, let’s get in the car.” You wordlessly nod, willing to do whatever it takes to feel him back on your mouth. He opens the door to the back seat again, gets in, and moves the guitar to the front seat. He motions for you to get in and growls, “Come here.” His voice dripping with desire. You eagerly step in, shut the door, and climb onto his lap. His mouth finds yours while your legs straddle his thighs, and his hands once again make their way to your waist. You stay like that for a moment and then he pulls his head back and starts kissing down your chin and onto your neck. His hands move underneath your shirt, and you feel the coolness of the metal rings on your sides and stomach. When his hands touch your breasts, you tilt your head back and stifle a moan.

He takes the opportunity to ask in a low voice, “Does that feel good, princess?” The nickname is one you’ve never heard from him, but it is your new favorite. You look back at him and nod, then hungrily kiss him again. You feel him growing hard against his jeans. It sends you reeling, and you kiss down his neck this time.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, y/n. Sorry if that’s weird but oh my god, when you come over to my place in those tiny fucking shorts and no bra. It���s like you’re trying to kill me.” His words come out breathy against your ear and his eyes are dark with lust. You hadn’t considered it but maybe you had been trying to push him over the edge with those clothes.

“I’ve wanted you too. Ughhh-“ you take a sharp breath in as he sucks at a spot on your neck, “I’ve wanted you so much Eddie. Like when you take your shirt off when you’re practicing in your room, or when you’re on stage. Oh my god, it’s like you know how you look up there and you use it against me just by looking at me.” Your words bring a groan from his throat. He kisses you again and when you shift slightly on his lap, he moans again into your mouth.

It takes all of your strength to pull back from him. You stay on his lap, but he worriedly asks, “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” He pulls his hands from your stomach and cups your face.

Breathlessly you manage, “Yes this is perfect. But, Eddie, I really really like you. And I want to take it slow. I want this to be really special.” You have to force yourself not to fall back into his pink swollen lips.

He assures you, “Yes, definitely. I want this to be special too. This isn’t a one-night stand or anything- at least not for me. I want to make you feel good when you’re ready, when we’re ready.” He moves a rogue strand of hair off your face.

You smile and lean in close to his ear then whisper, “I want you to make me feel good so bad. It will happen soon, I promise.” You place one last slow, soft kiss on his mouth then move off his lap and into the seat next to him.

“Oh my fucking god, man. You’re so perfect.” He takes a few breaths and jokes, “Do you think there’s some kind of weird disease you can get from being too turned on? If there is, I think you’re gonna give it to me.” He was trying to turn the mood playful again, but it only made you want him more.

“Take me home, Munson.” You bite back a smile and climb over the seat. He shakes his head in disbelief of what your normal night turned into. When he slides into the driver’s seat, he puts the keys in the ignition and intertwines his fingers with yours. You hold hands the whole way home.

[mishafletcher]

Are you a Gold Star lesbian? (Just in case you don't know what it means, a Gold Star lesbian is a lesbian that has never had the sex with a guy and would never have any intentions of ever doing so)

So I got this ask a while ago, and I've been lowkey thinking about it ever since.

First: No. I am a queer, cranky dyke who is too old for this sort of bullshit gatekeeping. 

Second: What an unbelievable question to ask someone you don't even know! What an incomprehensibly rude thing to ask, as if you're somehow owed information about my sexual history. You're not! No one—and I can't reiterate this enough, but no one—owes you the details of their sex lives, of their trauma, or of anything about themselves that they don't feel like sharing with you.

The clickbait mills of the internet and the purity police of social media would like nothing more than to convince everyone that you owe these things to everyone. They would like you to believe that you have to prove that you're traumatized enough to identify with this character, that you can't sell this article about campus rape without relating it to your own sexual assault, that you can't talk about queer issues without offering up a comprehensive history of your own experiences, and none of those things are true. You owe people, and especially random strangers on the internet, nothing, least of all citations to somehow prove to them that you have the right to talk about your own life.

This makes some people uncomfortable, and to be clear, I think that that's good: people who feel entitled to demand this information should be uncomfortable. Refusing to justify yourself takes power away from people who would very much like to have it, people who would like to gatekeep and dictate who is permitted to speak about what topics or like what things. You don't have to justify yourself. You don't have to explain that you like this ship because this one character reminds you a bit of yourself because you were traumatized in a vaguely similar way and now— You don't have to justify your queerness by telling people about the best friend you had when you were twelve, and how you kissed, and she laughed and said it was good practice for when she would kiss boys and your stomach twisted and your mouth tasted like bile and she was the first and last girl you kissed, but— 

You don't owe anyone these pieces of yourself. They're yours, and you can share them or not, but if someone demands that you share, they're probably not someone you should trust.

Third: The idea of gold star lesbians is a profoundly bi- and trans- phobic idea, often reducing gender to genitals and the long, shared history of queer women of all identities to a stark, artificial divide where some identities are seen as purer or more valuable than others. This is bullshit on all counts.

There's a weird and largely artificial division between bisexuals and lesbians that seems to be intensifying on tumblr, and I have to say: I hate it. Bisexual women aren't failed lesbians. They're not somehow less good or less valid because they're attracted to [checks notes] people. Do you think that having sex with a man somehow changes them? What are you so worried about it for? I've checked, and having sex with a man does not, in fact, make your vagina grow teeth or tentacles. Does that make you feel better? Why is what other people are doing so threatening to you?

Discussions of gold star lesbians are often filled with tittering about hehe penises, which is unfortunate, since I know a fair few lesbians who have penises, and even more lesbians who've had sex with people, men and women alike, who have penises. I'm sorry to report that "I'm disgusted by a standard-issue human body part" is neither a personality nor anything to be proud of. I'm a dyke and I don't especially like men, but dicks are just dicks. You don't have to be interested in them, but a lot of people have them, and it doesn't make you less of a lesbian to have sex with someone who has a dick.

There's so much garbage happening in the world—maybe you haven't noticed, but things are kind of Not Great in a lot of places, and there's a whole pandemic thing that's been sort of a major buzzkill? How is this something that you're worried about? Make a tea, remind yourself that other people's genitalia and sexual history are none of your business, maybe go watch a video about a cute animal or something. 

Fourth: The idea of gold star lesbians is a shitty premise that argues that sexuality is better if it's always been clear-cut and straightforward—but it rarely is. We live in a very, very heterosexist culture. I didn’t have a word for lesbian until many years after I knew that I was one. How can you say that you are something when your mouth can’t even make the shape of it? The person you are at 24 is different to the person you are at 14, and 34, and 74. You change. You get braver. The world gets wider. You learn to see possibilities in the shadows you used to overlook. Of course people learn more about themselves as they age.

Also, many of us, especially those of us who grew up in smaller towns, or who are over the age of, say, 25, grew up in times and places where our sexuality was literally criminal.

Shortly after I graduated high school, a gay man in my state was sentenced to six months in jail. Why? Well, he’d hit on someone, and it was a misdemeanor to "solicit homosexual or lesbian activity", which included expressing romantic or sexual interest in someone who didn’t reciprocate. You might think, then, that I am in fact quite old, but you would be mistaken. The conviction was in 1999; it was overturned in 2002.

I grew up knowing this: the wrong thing said to the wrong person would be sufficient reason to charge me with a crime.

In the United States, the Defense of Marriage Act was passed in 1996, clarifying that according to the federal government, marriage could only ever be between one man and one woman. It also promised that even if a state were to legalize same-sex unions, other states wouldn't have to recognize them if they didn't want to. And wow, they super did not want to, because between 1998 and 2012, a whopping thirty states had approved some sort of amendment banning same-sex marriage.

Every queer person who's older than about 25 watched this, knowing that this was aimed at people like them. Knowing that these votes were cast by their friends and their families and their teachers and their employers. 

Some states were worse than others. Ohio passed their bill in 2004 with 62% approval. Mississippi passed theirs the same year with 86% approval. Imagine sitting in a classroom, or at work, or in a church, or at a family dinner, and knowing that statistically, at least two out of every three people in that room felt you shouldn't be allowed to marry someone you loved.

Matthew Shepard was tortured to death in October of 1998. For being gay, for (maybe) hitting on one of the men who had planned to merely rob him. Instead, he was tortured and left to die, tied to a barbed wire fence. His murderers were both sentenced to two consecutive life terms in prison. This was controversial, because a nonzero number of people felt that Shepard had brought it upon himself.

Many of us sat at dinner tables and listened to this discussion, one that told us, over and over, that we were fundamentally wrong, fundamentally undeserving of love or sympathy or of life itself.

This is a tiny, tiny sliver of history—a staggeringly incomplete overview of what happened in the US over about ten years. Even if this tiny sliver is all that there were, looking at this, how could you blame someone for wanting to try being not Like This? How can you fault someone who had sex, maybe even had a bunch of sex, hoping desperately that maybe they could be normal enough to be loved if they just tried harder? How can you say that someone who found themself an uninteresting but inoffensive boyfriend and went on dates and had sex and said that it was fine is somehow less valuable or less queer or less of a lesbian for doing so? For many people, even now, passing as straight, as problematic as that term is, is a survival skill. How dare you imply that the things that someone did to protect themself make them worth less? They survived, and that's worth literally everything.

Fifth, finally: What is a gold star, anyhow? You've capitalized it, like it's Weighty and Important, but it's not. Gold stars were what your most generous grade school teacher put on spelling tests that you did really well on. But ultimately, gold stars are just shiny scraps of paper. They don't have any inherent value: I can buy a thousand of them for five bucks and have them at my door tomorrow. They have only the meaning that we give them, only the importance that we give them. We’re not children desperately scrabbling for a teacher’s approval anymore, though. We understand that good and bad are more of a spectrum than a binary, and that a gold star is a simplification. We understand that no number of gold stars will make us feel like we’re special enough or good enough or important enough, or fix the broken places we can still feel inside ourselves. Only we can do that.

The stars are only shiny scraps of paper. They offer us nothing; we don’t need them. I hope that someday, you see that, too. 

[chippedaxe]

Mcyt hc's w/ virgin s/o

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Title: Mcyt hc's w/ virgin s/o

Warnings: NSFW after the SFW (Minors don't read that), mentions of pregnancy, rope bunny content, mentions of blood,

Pronouns: They/Them, non gender specific anatomy

Synopsis: The reader confesses that they are a virgin and this is how the mcyt's react.

Word count: 2.6k

Note: No one asked for this but I still wrote it. SFW is completely safe, it has none of the warnings mentioned above but it may have some suggestive content (no actual sexual content being written however)

* added cut for less clutter

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(SFW, kind of safe to read, has some suggestive-ish content but has no actual nsfw content)

c! Dream

- He is almost shocked to hear this kind of news but he's pretty respectful of it "you're a virgin? That's alright, this relationship isn't just about sex, I love you" Dream kissed your lips.

- He would talk with you about what you maybe wanted to do "Just talk to me when you feel ready. Do you understand sexual safety? Do you wanna have a talk about consent?" Dream asked you and you nodded, he was so caring of you <3

- "We don't have to rush into anything, we can wait if you want to, I love you" he reassures you.

c! Sapnap

- He doesn't really care, he doesn't realize how much it means to you until he sees you about to cry "oh oh oh no, I'm so sorry baby.. It's alright to be a virgin, I don't judge you" he caressed your face and peppered your nose with sweet kisses.

- He lays you on the bed and lies down next to you, you speak to each other about the topic and it makes you feel more comfortable and safe "I don't have to be the one to take your virginity, don't feel as if you have to give it to me.." Sapnap reassured you "I want you to take it, I love you" you told him.

- "I'd love to take your virginity for you then. Do you want to talk about the contraceptive methods now? Or- do you think you wanna talk about starting a family together..?" Sapnap blushed softly at the idea of having kids with you.

c! George

- He is taken back by your sudden confession "A virgin??" George blushes "That- That's okay!" George stumbles over his words slightly "I mean I'd love to take your virginity but we don't have to have that talk yet! if you don't wanna have it..." George pulled at his collar.

- You slowly curled up on his chest and you sighed "I'm not very experienced, I'm worried" you spoke up "you don't have to be worried! I- I can show you certain things, if that's what you want" George seemed nervous as he spoke.

- "what's wrong? you seem nervous.." you shrunk down slightly "sorry! it's just- the thought of taking your virginity is kind of making me feel some type of way!" George and you laughed it off "We can have a serious talk if you want! We can speak about condoms and stuff!" George smiled awkwardly as he was trying to slowly introduce you to this sexual topic.

c! Eret

- Eret was stunned as you had just sat him down and started talking to her about that "woah woah- we're having an important talk now? Okay, okay, just let me sit down!" Eret pulled you down next to them on the bed and you both sat together.

- "I'm a virgin" you confessed, Eret furrowed her eyebrows and gave you a small smile "aw, my baby, that's fine with me" he held onto your hands and gave them quick kisses "I want to talk about um.. possibly losing my virginity?" you felt nervous as you asked.

- "Oh of course! I'd love nothing more than to take my darling's virginity- but we don't need to rush that and you certainly don't have to feel as if you're being pressured to do this with me. You don't get another V card so use this one wisely and think on your decision, do you really want to do this with me?"

- "Of course I do, I love you so much.." You lean forward and kiss them.

c! Karl

- He spits out his food "huh?" he wasn't judging you, he was just unsure why you'd suddenly say that now while he's eating on the floor. He puts his food down and beckons you to join him on the ground "okay, talk with me" he offers.

- "I'm a virgin, I've never had sex before.." you were shy as you confessed to him "There's nothing wrong with that, why're you being so shy for?" Karl tried to lighten to mood slightly "shut up!" you smiled as he was teasing you for being shy.

- "I guess I'm kind of nervous because- well.. Do you.. Would you? Would you take my virginity? Please?" you closed your eyes as you were anxiously waiting for his response "REALLY? You wanna let me do that? I'd be honored! I'll make it the most memorable experience of your life!" Karl gives you a hug and returns to his food.

c! Punz

- He gives you a hug, he understands. "That's alright with me, doll, you let me know when you want me to take that virginity of yours" Punz kisses you on the cheek.

- "we can always just make out, you know I love every bit of you" Punz teases you lightly, his lips pressing against your neck "Down bad" you laughed at your little joke "Down bad? Me? Definitely, all for you" he kisses you again playfully.

- He might make little sexual jokes or sexual gestures but he never actually does anything to make you uncomfortable and he won't actually touch you until you give him some kind of consent, if he slaps you on the ass while you're not paying attention then he's gonna get a slap back on the butt "watch your hands!"

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c! Dream

- Dream hovers over you, your fragile frame is right underneath him. You look so innocent, your eyes glance up to see his face, your eyes shine with such purity "I'm going inside now, tell me if its too much"

- He spreads your legs and slowly lines himself up with your hole, he bites his lip as he tries not to just shove it inside of you, he felt bad when he saw the pain you were experiencing when he was stretching you out.

- "I'm so sorry, my baby.. Do you want me to stop or to pull out?" Dream asked as he saw tears prick your eyes "I'll be fine, maybe just let me adjust to it a bit.." you lied there and tried to just relax so your muscles would loosen and let him into you more comfortably.

- You finally loosen up and that's when you let him move, your tight untouched walls are so tight against his cock, he looks at your face for any signs of discomfort but all he sees is the bliss in your eyes. You roll your head back onto the pillows and you whine in pleasure "What? Gonna cum already?" Dream teased.

- You had in fact came already. Dream kisses your temples before pulling out "but you didn't cum.." you whined "I didn't want to overwork your body, you're probably still very sensitive" Dream moved his hand down to rub your sore hole as a test and pulled away once he saw you squirm "Then let me show you what I learnt.." you got on your knees and pulled your hair out of the way, getting ready to blow him.

c! Sapnap

- Sapnap bent you over and was trying his best to go in slow, you choked on your cries when he started to stretch you open. Sapnap looked freaked out and nervous when he saw that you started to bleed "Shit- do I need to stop??" Sapnap asked you if you were doing okay.

- "It hurts..." you whined "I told you it would, is it getting too much for you?" Sapnap started to slowly pull out but you stopped him "wait a bit. please." he listened to you and stayed there with half of his cock inside of your hole.

- Your hole twitched around him and that's when he slowly gave a little thrust, you cried in pleasure and bit down on your lip "does it still hurt?" Sapnap asked you and rubbed your back softly "A little bit, it- it also feels good though!" you leaned up against the bed and arched your back into Sapnap.

- Sapnap couldn't control his orgasms when it came to your tight tight walls, he had hoped that you were getting close "gonna cum, baby?" he was hoping you'd say yes so you could both cum at the same time "y- yes!" you nodded, Sapnap sighed in relief and moved his hand down to grab at your hips and help you grind against him.

- You both came at the same time, your eyes rolling into the back of your head because of the pleasure.

c! George

- He has you sitting in his lap naked, "I'm as nervous as you are" George reminded you. "I need you to lower yourself down on my cock for me, okay? I don't wanna hurt you.." George requested, his hands guiding your hips.

- You straddled his cock and slowly started to push it inside, you let out a harsh cry as it was already hurting quite a bit "fuck! Fuck you Georgenotfound!" you cursed as it stung your tight hole "I'm so sorry baby, I wish I could take away the pain for you.." George rubbed your belly and gave your chest a few kisses so you could hopefully relax.

- You eventually bottomed out onto his cock, tears rolled down your cheeks and you let out a sigh of relief "That looked painful, you don't have to continue if it hurts.." George moved to get up but you pinned him back down "Let me do this" you told him. He laid back down and let you continue your pathetic actions.

- You started to grind on his cock gently, your legs were shaking from the pleasure and you had to dig your nails into George's shoulders to keep yourself up straight. George took pity on you and grabbed onto your hips, he started to guide you so that you could ride him properly and get yourself off. "Good Y/n, you're doing so well.." George groaned.

- You grabbed George and pulled him even closer to you, his chest was against yours and this was probably the closest you guys have ever been to each other. Your hands got tangled in his hair and you gave a loud yelp as you started to cum around his cock "Fuck!" George came just a few moments after you did.

c! Eret

- "Listen. I'll normally take control but I want you to do what you want just this one time, I don't want to hurt you by not knowing your body so I need you to just listen to what I say and do it yourself, okay?" Eret holds onto your torso and makes you look up at her.

- Their cock is poking at your entrance teasingly, you listen to his words and you slowly slide onto his cock. Her penis slides into you and you gasp "Look how well your body did, you feel so good around me, baby" Eret kissed your collar bone as she started to slowly grind against your hips.

- You tried to grind back onto him but failed "Please fuck me, take control, please.." Eret listened to your desperate pleas and flipped you over so they could gently pound into your tight hole. You were already feeling immense pleasure from her cock, your hole twitched and you felt embarrassed as you tried not to cum.

- "it's okay if you cum right now, you can always just jerk me off right after" Eret teased you and caressed your cheek as she jerked her hips into you one more time, you went over the edge and came hard on his penis "Fuck!" you cried out "That's a good pet.." Eret pulled out of you and kissed your lips.

- You then repaid your royal highness by sitting at the edge of the bed and worshipping their cock, your tongue lapping at the precum that was leaking from the tip. Your hands groped at his thighs and he groaned "You're learning so fast, baby"

c! Karl

- He's like a little puppy, he's so eager to please you and doesn't want you to get hurt "I stretched myself out so I don't think it'll hurt when you go in.." you admitted "really? I'll try to go in but if it hurts or makes you feel uncomfortable then just tell me to stop please" Karl kissed your cheek.

- He lined his cock up with your entrance and tried to slide in slowly but his whole cock just got swallowed in your hole "Ah! shit- I'm so sorry! Does that hurt? Do I need to exit??" Karl goes to pull out but then sees the blissed out expression on your face "This doesn't hurt you?"

- You practically beg him to start fucking you already, his hips buck against yours. His hands grope at the skin on your chest, his cock pulsing and twitching while inside of you "Sorry- I- I'm gonna cum soon, your tightness is just a bit much for me.." Karl groaned and let out a high moan when he fucked just the right place inside of you.

- You gasped and moaned, nodding you head and pleading for him to keep hitting you in that one spot "Yes yes yes!" you throw your head back and close your eyes "Karl! I love you Karl!" you moaned out his name, it sounded perfect the way that it just dripped from your lips.

- Karl hissed as he pulled out quickly and then shot a huge load onto your stomach, you looked down at your cum covered body and you furrowed your eyebrows "You're cleaning that up, Karl"

c! Punz - He'd normally be so rough with you, hands pulling at your hair and choking you until you're begging for him to let you cum but he couldn't do that right now. He had no choice but to calm down and be gentle for you.

- He had you tied up however, he couldn't let you think you had all the control. He opened your entrance up and slid inside, he was surprised on how smooth he just entered you, he looked at your face to look for signs of pain "wait! it- it feels weird!" he waited just a moment for you before giving an experimental thrust "Shit!" you gasped and squirmed in your bindings.

- "Is that squirming a sign of pain or pleasure?" Punz was unsure of your reaction "P- Pleasure! Keep going please!" you begged, Punz grabbed your thighs and used them to steady himself as he started to fuck into you a little faster. Your moans were loud and you felt as if you needed to scream, you moved your head around "Punzzz.." you slurred his name.

- "I'm gonna cum.. gonna scream your name.." you bit your lip and tried to stay quiet "Let them all hear you, let the smp know you belong to me, baby" Punz went even harder, his cock hitting against just the right places. You shuddered and screamed in pleasure as you came undone and came all over his cock "Punz!!"

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[adoringhaikyuu]

you’re horny on your period 

characters: aone + atsumu + kageyama + kenma + (gn!reader) 

request: hey babes, can i request hq boys (of ur choice, but with tsumu on it pls) with a fem s/o whos on her period and very horny? lol, if ur uncomfortable with it i'll totally understand • by anonymous

warnings: horny tings, suggestive tings, period sex mentions but nothing actually happens <3

notes: everyone is 18+ in this !! the reader has their period obviously but there are no pronouns used so technically it’s gn :) i actually rly like this one!

aone 

you tried to get over it, but it was no use

it’d been an hour and you were still needy, an unsatisfied ache in the pit of your stomach and between your legs, not just because of your cramps

you were debating telling aone because you didn’t to bother him and period sex could be messy and some might even say gross

but of course, like the observant boyfriend he is, he noticed something was bothering you

aone walked into your bedroom, immediately sensing your discomfort. he stopped in front of the bed where you were sitting. his voice was gentle, despite his serious exterior but you could tell he was worried. “cramps?” 

you paused, deciding to speak before you changed your mind. “yeah, but that’s not really what’s bothering me...” 

he raised his brows, silently asking you to explain so he could help you.

“i...” you rubbed your thighs together, shuffling on the bed nervously as you focused your eyes on the sheets rather than his curious eyes. “i’m just feeling kind of needy?”

he stayed standing, “oh...would you like me to help?”

“yes–no?” you looked up to see him tilting his head at you, confused. “i just know some people find it gross and it can be messy, you know? don’t wanna be a bother.” 

“your issue is the mess?” 

you nodded and he hummed before leaving without another word. you sunk down a bit. you were fully prepared for it to go either way, but the rejection still kinda hurt a bit. you were about to go to the shower to take care of yourself when aone came back into the room, a towel and wipes in his hand. 

you looked up at him shocked, “what––”

he put the towel down and set the wipes aside, “for the mess.”

you immediately got up and pulled him in for a kiss, making his eyes widen slightly before he gave in, holding you by the waist. you mumbled against his lips, “i love you so much.” when you pulled away, you noticed the light blush and subtle smile on his face.

he licked his lips. “i love you too.” 

atsumu

normally when you were on your period, you wouldn’t let tsumu touch you tbh

period sex was a hassle

and normally you could control yourself or just take care of yourself on your own time in the shower or while he was out

but today for some reason, you needed him 

well you knew the reason actually––

as soon as atsumu came home, drenched in sweat from the gym, his grey tank top practically glued to his torso. you could see his neck shining and even his hair was wet, which you saw once he took off his cap. 

he set things down and immediately ran over to you on the couch to give you a quick kiss. “hey babe,” he grinned and stood up straight, stretching his arms behind his head, which wasn’t helping you at all. “damn that workout was intense, i’m beat. i’m gonna head to the shower, okay? then we can cuddle.” 

you opened your mouth but didn’t say anything, nodding instead. he smiled and headed towards the bathroom but he only made it about three steps before you stopped him with a call of his name, the sight of his back only furthering the feelings you had.

he turned back, “yeah?” 

you paused, “i um...” you sighed, “i need you.”

you could see a smile forming it’s way onto his face slowly, not wanting to get his hopes up too soon. he always wanted to help you out on your period but you’d never let him. 

“like need me need me?” 

you nodded “but we’ll only do it in the shower!” 

the smile finally burst on in his face. he made his way over to you again and planted a big kiss on your lips, groaning happily when you moaned lightly. 

“on second thought another workout doesn’t sound too bad.” he winked and smiled cheekily before throwing you over his shoulder and running to the bathroom, ignoring your yelp. 

“what got you so worked up anyway?” he asked casually, stepping into the bathroom. 

he set you down and you looked up at him sheepishly, “you...”

he grinned smugly, his hands reaching for your shirt. “oh i am so blowing your back out–”

kageyama

you tried to ignore what you were feeling, not wanting to ruin the moment since you and kageyama loved to do this every week

have a movie night and just relax

and you now he’d been working really hard lately so he deserved some rest

but you had a problem

you kept fidgeting in your seat next to him, trying to either relieve yourself slightly or make it go away, you weren’t too sure

and to be honest you weren’t really paying attention to it and kageyama could tell

after twenty minutes or so into the movie, he asked you what was wrong but you waved him off, assuring him it was nothing

but you couldn’t help but focus on him, the sharp cut of his jawline, the curve of his lips

then he put his hand on your thigh and you got to thinking of the feeling of his hands on you

and that sent you down a tunnel of unholy thoughts

kageyama felt your fingertips tracing the veins in his hands and tried to ignore it at first, keeping his eyes trained on the tv. but when you let your fingers trail up along his arm as well, his hand subconsciously squeezed your thigh and his eyes widened when you let out a quiet moan.

you both paused and kageyama turned his head slowly, eyes wide and looked at you, his lips parted. “are you–” he swallowed, trying to calm himself down. “okay?” 

you looked over at him, trying to act innocent. “mhm. just tickled, that’s all.” 

he nodded and turned back to the screen, and you tried to as well, but you kept glancing back at him, debating with yourself about whether or not you should say something. you didn’t want to be selfish and disrupt the movie, but you also couldn’t ignore what you were feeling, it was too intense. 

it lasted about five minutes before he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “you know i can see you watching me, right?” 

you felt your cheeks heat up and you huffed. “i’m sorry i just...” he turned to face you fully, curious and a bit concerned. his hand trailed up to your inner thigh, completely innocently and that’s when you decided you couldn’t hide it anymore. 

“i’m horny tobio.” 

his eyes brightened and he stuttered for a bit, “o–oh. well––do you want me to help?” he started to move closer but you looked to the side and he stopped. 

“it’s just––i’m on my period.” when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds you looked back to find him staring at you blankly.

he tilted his head and looked from side to side. “and?” 

you opened your mouth and closed it. “well...i’m, you know...bleeding...doesn’t that bother you? it’ll take more like effort and i know you’re tired––”

he cut you off, placing a hand under your chin, a shy smile on his face. “i don’t care about that. plus wouldn’t it help with your cramps?” 

you nodded, “well, only if you make me cum.” 

his brows furrowed, offended. “i always make you!” 

“yeah you do.” you laughed, taking his hand in yours, making him smile at you. “but are you sure you want to do this now? it might get messy.”

he leaned in and kissed your cheek before pulling back to look at you earnestly, his eyes a shade darker. “i don’t care.” he kissed you on the lips, “all i care about,” his hand tilted your head and pulled you closer, whispering against your lips. “is making you feel better.” 

kenma

kenma could tell something was off about you

he knew you were on your period but there was something else that he couldn’t figure out

he was waiting for you to tell him but you never did

the thing is, you’d just moved in together a few months ago and while you’ve had a couple periods in the same house 

(which he’s totally normal about) 

you haven’t done anything while you were on your period

normally you’d take care of yourself, but you felt a little self conscious about doing it in your shared house for some reason 

and kenma like never left the house

sure, he had his headphones on a lot but still––

so you were a little tense and though you thought he was distracted, he definitely noticed

kenma stepped into your room and you smiled up at him before going back to your phone, thinking he was switching from the ps4 to the pc set up in your bedroom. but he didn’t, he came and stood next to your side of the bed, making you look up at him in surprise. 

“oh hey ken,” you sat up, your legs pressed tightly together. “what’s up?”

he looked at you for a moment before speaking up. “nothing...what’s wrong with you?”

your brows furrowed, “what do you mean?”

he sighed. “i can tell something’s wrong...” he looked down, a bit shy. “i was waiting for you to come to me about it but you never did. was it something i did?”

your eyes widened, he’d noticed? “no––no you didn’t do anything wrong babe.”

“oh.” he nodded, crouching down beside you, resting his chin on the mattress. “then what is it? i can tell it’s not nothing.” 

you swallowed and set your phone down before looking down at him. “i just...” you sighed, “i’m kind of worked up...and i was too nervous to do something about it.” 

his eyes widened this time. “oh––”

you looked away. “yeah.” 

“well you don’t have to be nervous about that.” he stood up, a small smile on his face. “that’s perfectly fine.” 

you looked up at him, “oh, really?”

he nodded, “of course.”

you smiled, “oh thank you. so how long are you staying out for?”

his brows furrowed, “what? why would i leave the house––”

“wait you wanna stay?––” you paused, “well can you at least put your headphones on and close the bedroom door on your way out?” 

he blinked at you. “how can i help you if i’m not in the room?” 

you blinked back. “you want to help me?” 

he blushed and nodded sheepishly, “yeah...why wouldn’t i?” 

you stuttered a bit, “well i just––you know i’m bleeding, that could get messy...” 

he paused and glanced around the room seemingly in thought, and you figured that he was rethinking the whole situation until he spoke up again. “well i want you to be comfortable and the shower isn’t the best place for that...so how about i just get a towel to put here instead?” 

you stared at him for a few seconds, “each day i fall more and more in love with you.” 

he blushed even deeper and tried to hide his smile as he turned around, “shut up––i’m going to get the towel.” 

[lebenspurpur]

hi! i’m not sure if you’ve already done this or if it’d make you uncomfortable, but could i please possibly request the slashers with their s/o on their period? like how they’d act about it or what they’d do for their s/o? annnnnd maybe some nsfw if you’re okay with it? thank you so much, make sure you’re not overworking yourself and you’re taking care! ❤️

Thank you! You take care as well, get some water, a snack, grab a blanket and enjoy :)

Slashers with their s/o on their period:

Warnings: undetailed NSFW, blood duh, not proofread oof (my god I never do, do I?)

Michael Myers

SFW

Michael doesn't give a shit. This is your problem, not his.

If you're really in pain during that time of the month, he'll get more aware.

He surprisingly doesn't want you to feel pain, doesn't matter because of what.

Now he wants to stop the pain but he doesn't know how. You have to initiate any kind of physical contact.

After you show him how he might heat up a hot water bottle every now and then and worldlessly place it on your stomach.

If he's feeling soft, he'll place his big, warm hands on your belly when he hugs from behind.

He really tries to make you feel better though if you don't feel any pain, he doesn't see any reason to.

NSFW

Michael adores period sex. It adds to his natural desire for blood. In a way, it gets him hornier than normal sex.

He's probably the most unafraid slasher too. Michael loves your blood, no matter where it comes from.

Michael's pretty dangerous when it comes to sex though, so if you're in pain tell him, because he won't stop while you're at it.

He loves to go down on you. That might be disgusting to some, but to him, the taste of your blood mixed with your juices is the best thing on earth. And imagine him glancing up to you, eyes heavily lidded and chin covered in the red substance.

Vincent Sinclair

SFW

Vincent is the absolute sweetest when it comes to your special time of the month.

He knows exactly when it is since he wrote it in his calendar and on the day you start, he'll have pads or tampons ready for you.

Vincent gets Lester to go buy you snacks and he forces Bo to stop being annoying. At the end that's useless anyway, because the second Bo hears the words period, he's gone.

Vince knows how much your hormones can fuck up your emotions so he's always there to provide comfort. If you snap at him, he might feel a bit thrown off but he'll forgive you.

Need a hug? Just tell him. Vincent will be even more tender than he usually is, so careful as not to hurt you.

NSFW

Vincent isn't disgusted by period blood but he's concerned.

That being said he's skeptical about period sex because he doesn't want to cause even more pain than you're already in.

However, he doesn't say no to fingering or going down on you.

He's fine with only giving and not receiving pleasure for the time of your period. Though he'll be relieved when you offer to repay him.

If you insist on real sex, he'll do it for you but he's so much more tender and sweet and careful. Your pleasure is the only thing important to him, especially on your period.

Bo Sinclair

SFW

I am sorry but Bo flees the second he hears period.

When he thinks about it, the only things he remembers are mood swings, no sex, and blood.

Yeah, he's not the most considerate.

It takes a while to make him stay and help you through this time. Maybe after a few years of an ongoing relationship, he'll be willing to try.

The only thing he will do if you ask him to is a message.

NSFW

Bo is absolutely against sex during your period. He finds it absolutely disgusting.

However, Bo is horny and he has a high sex drive.

At the end of it, he might fuck you. After all, the blood usually eases up during the end and the other symptoms do so as well.

Sex while you're actively bleeding though? Never.

Lester Sinclair

SFW

Lester doesn't know a whole lot about periods. His mom died before she could teach him and, unlike his brother Vincent, he doesn't know anything about the human anatomy.

However, that doesn't mean he won't try to help you.

He gets advice from Bo, which he proceeds to ignore because Bo just tells him to leave. Vincent however gives him a clear explanation of how your body works and so he figures out how to help you.

Lester will make sure you're warm, with wrapped blankets around you and hot water bottles on your tummy.

Snacks will always be available and Lester will even feed you if you ask him.

Cuddles are a must. He'll gladly wrap his arms around you, Jonesy lying next to you, cuddled up next to your bodies.

NSFW

At first, he doesn't even understand that things could be different during your period.

Then it hits him that the pain might make it uncomfortable for you.

Lester is totally down to have sex as long as you're fine with it.

If not, he'll be happy to pleasure himself for the time of your period.

Baby Firefly

SFW

Baby knows how shit periods can be. She'll be so understanding and considerate, trying to be the best girlfriend she can be.

Whatever it is you wish, Baby will get it for you.

As a reward, she demands the same though.

If she's on her period, she wants you to show the same consideration she showed you.

If Otis is annoying you, she'll also gladly get him to shut up.

NSFW

Baby doesn't have a problem with period sex, after all, she has quite the experience with blood.

However, she knows how difficult it can be to be horny and in pain during your period.

She'll gladly not receive any pleasure and only go down on you if it makes you feel good.

Otis Driftwood

SFW

He doesn't know shit about periods.

Whenever Baby had her time of the month, he kind of just.. didn't care.

I can see him get high and then have a breakdown because he doesn't know why you're bleeding or how to stop it.

Even if you explain it to him, he won't get it.

He'll give you gifts because he's unsure of what else to do.

NSFW

He... has way too much experience with kinky things to be disgusted by period sex.

As I said, if he's high, the blood could trigger a panic attack.

He won't do oral though, that's not his thing.

Otis doesn't care if you feel pain, he's a sadist. Unless it's really bad, he doesn't even acknowledge it.

Billy Loomis

SFW

He doesn't know a lot about it, but he tries his best.

If you need help in any way, he'll be there for you.

Billy will whine if you make him buy pads. He'll do so anyway because he's a simp.

His advice comes from his male friends, so he'll do the classics, buy chocolates and flowers, and provide many cuddles.

If you snap at him, he'll sulk for a bit.

NSFW

He immediately thought period meant no sex. You'll have to initiate it if you're interested.

He'll push you away at first, confusedly asking about your period.

Billy isn't the biggest fan of period sex. He just doesn't quite like the idea.

His sex drive is too high to say no, so he'll fuck you anyway but he prefers it when you're not bleeding.

Stu Macher

SFW

He will be pretty clingy, trying to be the sweet boyfriend™.

He might forget about your pain over how much of a great boyfriend he is.

Stu will come back to reality when you snap at him and then he suddenly understands that periods aren't cute and wholesome at all.

He learns from that experience.

He's kind of scared now, you just don't know if it's because you're in pain or because you could snap at him again.

Stu is still supportive, he's just way more distant during that time than he used to.

NSFW

Stu also didn't even think about sex during your period.

The first time he gets horny during your period it suddenly hits him. He can't just go and ask you, can he?

It'll take him a while to openly talk about the subject.

He isn't really disgusted by your blood, he just never considered it?!

Stu prefers normal sex over period sex, that way he has less to think about.

Brahms Heelshire

SFW

His mom never told him anything about periods.

He didn't even know they exist.

The first time he sees you bleed he nearly faints from worry.

Brahms needs a lot of explaining to fully understand why your body acts the way it does.

After that, he'll be very timid but supportive with his help.

Cuddles are a daily activity anyway but now he'll be more careful, tenderly caressing your tummy as he snuggles against your skin.

He might even do a few of the chores.

Pro tip: If you act like you're actually dying from how painful it is, he'll be way more compliant.

NSFW

Sex is one of the first things he worries about, how could it not be.

He's kind of shy about the whole topic so the subject will only come up when he's super horny.

Brahms won't fuck you during this time, he'd probably forget about the blood and then panic when he spots it on his dick.

Oral is a must since Brahms' sex drive is extremely high.

In the beginning, he's against giving oral, but he's too aroused to care anymore after a while.

Thomas Hewitt

SFW

Being the queen she is, Luda already taught him a whole lot about female anatomy and periods.

The second he notices your bleeding, he's fully committed to showing all his support.

Thomas is there for you, doesn't matter what you need.

He's tough Y/N, neither your high emotionality nor blood can hurt him.

Tommy is so tender and caring, even more than he usually is.

He is the best slasher out there to care for you during your period.

NSFW

It takes him a lot of convincing to get him to have sex with you during your period.

He's not disgusted, after all, he's been through worse. He just doesn't want you to be in pain.

You need to get him really, really riled up to get him to give in to his urges instead of ignoring them.

His sexual urges feel like a burden to him, especially during your period.

He needs a lot of time and love to understand that it's just natural and nothing to be ashamed of.

Josef

SFW

Uh oh.

Feminist Josef™ shows up.

All women are queens and for the time being, he's going to treat you like one.

Home-cooked meals, warm hugs and he'll even wash your hair!

Josef is also really interested in the anatomy of your body and why and how this whole process happens.

I can see him staring at a tampon with a child-like curiosity in his eyes.

"It just... gets bigger when it's inside?! Wow..."

NSFW

He isn't concerned about sex, his sex drive is pretty low.

If you really want it, he's going to give in but he'll be extra careful.

Josef isn't disgusted by blood, he's mature enough to see it as a normal fluid your body produces.

It kind of boosts his ego, that you want him even during this time of the month.

Amanda Young

SFW

Naw, Y/N, she understands immediately.

She's a pretty busy woman but whenever she has time, her support and help are yours.

Sometimes she'll drop little gifts at your door while you're sleeping, having just come home from work.

If she has time, she'll be unnaturally clingy, cuddling up to you way more than usual.

Her temper does clash with your emotionality sometimes but she'll calm down quickly and apologize.

NSFW

She's fine with no sexual contact for the time of your period.

Amanda is not disgusted by period blood, she just knows how uncomfortable your period can get.

Some soft sex is always in if you want it as well.

She won't do very rough or kinky stuff during this time, you deserve to feel loved, supported, and comfortable.

[bl00dgutsgl0ry]

Rivalry Put To Rest

Pairing - Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Arranged marriages (non of that under age like child marriages though fuck that yuck, these are obviously of age adults i just really wanna make that clear jesus), praise kink, modern AU, just lovely soft sex with my favorite man :'^).

Word Count - 2.4k

Other Comments - Dude it’s been so long since ive actually written anything im so sorry. But i couldn't resist writing this. I know i promised xiao but he will come in time. This is a little bit of a slow burn, or at least the sex doesnt start right away lol i want this to be nice and soft. P.s. youre on birth control so dont worry about no condom lol.

You did not like this idea. Why your parents were still forcing you into this was beyond you seeing as how you were a fully grown ass adult. You just couldn’t stomach the disappointment you would be seen as in their eyes. You were the daughter to the CEO of one of the most well known Law Firms in Teyvat. Zhongli was the son of another CEO who controlled your Rival company. Yours's and his parents wanted to finally settle the bad blood between the firms by having the two of you get married. You knew damn well the benefits of doing this was, god forbid if your Fathers firm went underwater, you would still be secure with Zhongli as your husband.

It’s not that you didn’t like Zhongli, and he certainly was not ugly; you just couldn’t stand your freedom to choose who you really wanted to marry being ripped from you. It was non negotiable though, so you had to go through with it. Zhongli didn’t seem to mind at all, he thoroughly enjoyed his very brief moments he had with you before, and was frankly excited to get more of those moments. He just hoped you didn’t resent him or blame him for this.

You both of course had an extravagant wedding, why would you not when your family was one of the wealthiest in Teyvat. You were grateful to your parents for letting you invite a few of your friends, and it seemed Zhongli had done the same. There was almost like a crowd formed around you two at the after party, you talking to your friends, and him with his. Zhongli had offered you his arm to hold onto, but you politely declined, feeling that even just holding his arm was too intimate for you.

“Already trouble in paradise for the two lovebirds?” One of Zhongli’s friends had chuckled, a red head with a stupidly smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you shot a look at him. Your friend Ningguang frowned, turning to look at your now husband.

“Control your dog, Mr. Zhongli.” You let out a chuckle, when you heard Zhongli’s friend scoff.

After a while, it was customary for the newlyweds to go on their honeymoon; so after a couple of hours you had to bid farewell to your friends and family. You approached the jet the two of you would be taking, with Zhongli carrying the luggage not far behind. You went ahead and boarded, while your new husband spoke with the pilot and the crew, sighing to yourself.

“Come on (y/n) suck it up, this honeymoon will be over sooner than you know it.” You mumbled to yourself, settling into the high class jet.

“Did you say something (y/n)?” You jumped, not expecting to hear Zhongli’s voice. “Ah.. My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.” You sighed and shook your head, waiving your hand to dismiss the apology.

“You’re fine Zhongli, I’m just… Nervous is all.” He hummed in response, nodding as he settled himself into the jet.

“I understand (y/n), I really do apologize about this being thrusted into your lap. I know this isn’t the ideal circumstances for a young woman to go through.” You nodded, glad that he understood your hesitance to the situation. Zhongli really wasn’t a bad guy.

“It’s really not your fault Zhongli, I understand you probably had no more say in it than I.” You gave him a reassuring smile, the first genuine smile to grace his line of sight. Without noticing he found himself smiling back, relieved that you didn’t see him with any contempt. A comfortable silence settled, as the jet took off towards your destination.

It wasn’t a long flight, and along the way you were able to make small talk, slowly learning more about Zhongli. After two short hours, you felt the jet jump slightly against the ground before steadying itself on the runway. After a few more moments, you both departed, Zhongli once again handling the luggage, leaving your side to retrieve it.

Before you knew it, you were at the house you would be staying at for your honeymoon. It sat on a beautiful beach side shore, with a large open patio looking out over the ocean. By the time you guys had arrived it was already around 10:00 o’clock at night, so the crescent moon was high in the sky as you both stepped out onto the patio. The moon and stars gleamed against the inky black water, with the rhythmic beating of the waves lulling you both into a comfortable silence. You stood next to your husband and finally for the first time that night, actually took in his face.

The light of the scenery exposed the beauty Zhongli held in his face, the pale light bouncing off his cheekbones and illuminating his golden irises as he looked out over the sea. He must’ve felt you staring because moments later those golden eyes were locked on yours.

“Do you like the scenery (y/n)?” You gave a quick nod before ducking away from his gaze, a red flush rising to your face. You heard him chuckle for a moment before shifting.

“I know what is customary to happen on our honeymoon, and I do not want you to feel pressured to fulfill that part of our relationship.” You flushed even more as you suddenly found the pattern of the wood to be very interesting. You had completely forgot that sex was usually something people did on honeymoons. It seemed normal, because generally the people who get married have had a relationship before this so nothing felt awkward about the topic. Obviously that wasn't the case in this situation, but there was something in you that kind of wanted to. Something in you that felt comfortable enough with him to do it, you already trusted him which shocked you. What if he wasn’t though? What if he was uncomfortable with the thought of having sex with you right now which is why he brought it up so suddenly?

“Thank you Zhongli, you’re too kind. You’ve truly been so understanding through this entire thing.” You looked back up to him finally, and found a gentle smile on his face. He nodded and hummed before turning back to the house.

“We should probably get to bed, it’s already fairly late.” You nodded, pulling out your phone to check the time. You both walked about into the house together. “There is another room down the hall from the master bedroom if you don’t want to sleep in the same bed. It’s smaller so I could always take it.” There he goes, being considerate and kind; handling your thoughts and feelings like glass that would break any second. You remained silent for a moment contemplating on what he had said, before gently shaking your head.

“No, no, it’s fine. I want to share the bed with you.” You smiled up at him, and he looked almost surprised with your willingness, but the shock didn’t last for long before he smiled back at you and nodded; offering you his arm to hold on to, which you shakily took. You both reached the bedroom, where he had placed all of your guy's luggage before letting you go to retrieve your sleeping clothes as he did the same. You went into the bathroom, to give yourself and him some privacy before slowly re-entering. Zhongli was in a pair of brown silk pants with golden accents and a black short sleeve shirt. Your eyes met each other, and Zhongli smiled when he saw you.

“I know that these were unideal circumstances to get married, but I’m happy it is you who is my spouse. I can only hope you think the same of me, and that at some point you can genuinely feel connected to me.” You blushed as he said this, genuinely taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. You feel bad for dreading and almost resenting Zhongli when you were first notified about the engagement, once finding out just how compassionate and caring the man before you was. Slowly, the two of you made your way into the large king sized bed. There was a large gap between the two of you, large enough to comfortably fit another person. Your mind raced a mile a minute trying to decide whether or not you should scoot in a little closer to the man next to you.

And so you did, without taking another moment to think about it you shifted closer to Zhongli until your side gently pressed against his. You felt Zhongli stiffen beside you for a brief moment, and for a split second you regretted scooting in; that was until you felt him roll over onto his side and wrap a strong arm around your torso. You could really take in Zhongli’s scent like this and you noticed that he smelled like amber rum, chestnuts, and a hint of vanilla. It wrapped you in a warmth that lulled you into a comforting silence as the two of you laid together like this.

You rolled onto your side, letting Zhongli’s arm now rest against your waist. Your noses were almost touching as the two of you stared into each other's eyes. You saw his eyes dart down to your lips for the briefest of seconds, letting yourself do the same.

“Zhongli…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?” You saw Zhongli’s eyes widen as his gorgeous eyes met yours, not expecting you to ask him that.

“I would love nothing more… Darling.” You flushed at the mild pet name, before softly placing your lips onto his. It felt as time skidded to a halt, as the two of you moved against each other with the grace of a slow dance. Soon enough it became heated, as you changed positions and straddled his hips. You could feel his boner pressing against you through his pants, and it made warmth bloom in your chest.

“You really want to do this right? You don’t feel pressured my dear?” You smiled at Zhongli’s questions, nodding before he could get another one out. It felt good to be so concerned about, so doted over.

“Yes Zhongli, I really want to do this with you. I trust you.” This time it was Zhongli’s turn to flush, an elegant smile gracing his lips. Before long, the both of you were out of your sleeping clothes and back on top of one another. Your back was to the silken bed sheets, as Zhongli was on top of you lining his hard cock up with your eager pussy. Zhongli gave you one last look before slowly entering you inch by inch. To say he was huge would be an understatement, so he knew he had to take it slow with you so as to not hurt you in any way. Zhongli needed this to be a good experience with you, he would never forgive himself if he hurt you or made this unenjoyable in any way at all.

The noises you were making and the way your hands were clawing at his back reassured him that he was doing everything right so far, always stopping after pushing in a few inches to give you time to adjust. Without thinking, Zhongli's mouth just started moving as words spilled out.

“You’re doing so good for me my angel, you’re taking me so well. You’re too good for me.” With the praise spilling out of Zhongli’s mouth, you couldn’t help but unleash a flurry of loud moans, as he bottomed out. He stood still for a couple moments, making sure you were nice and comfortable, until he felt you trying to move against him; trying to get him to move in and out of you.

“If you were ready for me to move, all you needed to do was ask my gem.” You let out a whine like moan, that evolved into a guttural groan when he finally started to thrust in and out of you. Your nails raked across his skin, surely leaving marks for you to admire after this was all said and done. He wasn’t skipping out on the marks either, as he sucked and bit at your skin, still throwing out praise every time his mouth left your skin. His fingers dug into your hips, as he sped up. He just couldn’t help himself, your wet quivering pussy just felt way too good wrapped around him; sucking him in every time he pulled out.

“I can’t believe it took us getting into an arranged marriage to finally meet, my god where have you been all my life.” Zhongli had begun to groan, obviously getting close to tipping over the edge, with the way his thrusts continued to get sloppier every so often. You moaned in response, too blissed out of your mind to form actual words. Zhongli’s head fell against your shoulder, his ebony black hair hanging off his shoulders.

With a few more strokes, Zhongli had both of you tumbling over the edge and cumming in unison. All that could be heard in your room was the quiet crashing of waves and the combined panting of the both of you. After a few moments of Zhongli getting his breath back he tumbled down next to you, sweaty shoulders touching. A couple seconds of silence passed before you spoke up in a raspy broken voice.

“It took us so long because I’m technically your rival.” You were giggling slightly, when Zhongli let out a loud chuckle.

“I guess you are right my dear, but now we are joined together. And I cannot wait to see what comes of our joining.”

[angry-geese]

OSHA Non Compliance

Nanami Kento x Reader

Warnings: nsfw/minors do not interact. shameless smut. fingering, oral (fem and masc receiving), face riding, praise kink (kinda), multiple orgasms, mutual pining. gojo slander. a little dub con due to the sex pollen stuff. afab reader

Notes: some sex pollen smut with Nanami. i have a post thats pretty similar to this thats a gojo x reader which you can read here

Word Count: 3.3k

If there's one thing you two can agree on, it's how this is all Gojo’s fault.

The job was supposed to be simple; get in, exorcise the curse, get out. It wasn't a particularly deadly one, but it was proving to be difficult for lower grade sorcerers. Anyone who had come into contact with it fell violently ill, suffering effects that lasted between hours to days. The symptoms themselves varied from person to person. Nobody seemed to give a straight answer.

In response, you two were sent out.

As odd as it was, you didn't question it. Curses are odd, things like this happen. Two grade one sorcerers should have been enough to take this thing out. One alone should have been enough, not to mention the army of sorcerers sent after it before. Gojo wanted you to take backup just in case, shrugging you off when you asked why he couldn’t do it himself. You were certain you could take this alone, but he was insistent.

Reluctantly you dragged Nanami along.

The two of you weren't officially partners, but most of your jobs were done together. It was a mutual agreement. He found you much less annoying than Gojo. That's not to say he didn't find you annoying at first, but you were more tolerable. Nanami wasn’t much older than you—only by a few years—but he acted as a mentor when you first started out. You quickly improved, nearly rivaling him in strength. It wasn't long before you became a grade one sorcerer, same as him. On that day he was there to celebrate with you.

He likes to think you’ve turned out to be a semi-functional human being. Maybe he’s gotten sentimental as he’s grown older. He hated for his work life to cross over into his home life, but he’s made an exception for you. Any time you’d call, he’d come running.

The curse had taken up residence in an abandoned school, only being discovered when the building was being surveyed for possible reuse. You’re not sure why nobody had noticed it sooner, but you’ve learned not to question a curse’s behavior.

It’s attack had a strange area of effect. You've never seen anything like it. The fact that such a non-lethal curse was considered such a high grade should have tipped you off in the first place. The curse released some strange sort of fumes. Or spores. You really weren't certain what they were. It was airborne and you knew that you needed to stay far away.

While the direct hit missed you, you were still affected. You took in a lung-full of the stuff before you managed to get away.

If it weren't for Nanami…

You barely make it back to the car. You’re not injured, so much as you’re lightheaded, and nauseous.

“I’m not going to make it back to the school.” You say.

“Are you hurt?” He asks.

Slowly you shake your head. It's not wrong, per se, but it's not right either. This is a strange type of hurt.

Your apartment is closer. The drive was twenty minutes on the way there; you make it back in about eight.

You’re not sure what to do once you get inside other than contemplate your life choices. You toss your keys and bag aside. There's not much you can do aside from flop down on your couch and pray. Not that you’re the praying type normally, but what could it hurt?

The effects of the pollen seem to hit you all at once. The sickly sweet taste in your mouth makes you gag. You fall to your hands and knees and retch, but nothing comes up. If you thought you felt bad before, you definitely do now. Sweat beads on your forehead. You feel jittery, yet lethargic. Heat radiates off your skin like a furnace. Your mouth has gone dry. Your clothes feel too tight. You’d claw them off your body if your partner wasn't sitting a few feet away.

You swallow hard as heat begins to pool between your legs. You shift uncomfortably, trying to get some relief.

While you’re slowly losing it, Nanami looks fine. As calm and collected as ever.

Nanami didn't seem to get the brunt of that attack. Or maybe he's better at hiding it than you.

He is.

He’s been dealing with an aching cock since you two left that building. He was all-too aware of every corner and bump on the ride home. You were too busy trying to escape with your dignity to notice him, and the tent that grows in his pants. He covers his lap with his suit jacket. You think nothing of it.

He studies every dip and curve of your clothed body. They cling to your skin with sweat in a way that makes his cock throb. Nanami knows how wrong it is. He shouldn't feel this way. You're his damn partner! Looking at you this feels so wrong.

In an attempt to comfort you, he smooths a hand across your back, gently squeezing your shoulder. Sweat beads in your hairline. Your chest heaves.

“I don't think it’s something we can wait out,” you say, swallowing hard.

“What are we-” it’s as if he didn't realize what he was asking. His eyes go wide, before his gaze shoots straight to the ground.

“‘Ken-” You say, hoping he can't hear the way your voice trembles, “I feel like I’ll die if you don't touch me.”

It's with a sinking, horrifying feeling that he agrees. Slowly you climb into his lap. It feels wrong. But your body fits perfectly against his. He’s your partner—your friend—you shouldn't be wanting him this way. He’s pliant against your touch, moving with you, paying close attention to each and every one of your movements. Every cell of your being wants him to fuck you.

“I know.” He says. “Me too.”

He hauls you into his arms, setting you down on the couch back-first. The sudden weightlessness you feel makes you gasp. There's nothing gentle behind his touch. Your hands work to undo the buttons of his shirt, but they tremble so bad it's hard to do.

“Don't worry about that.” He coos. "Let me take care of you."

With shaky hands he undoes the buttons on your pants, sliding them down your legs. His face heats up at the way your panties are already soaked through. All this just for him?

He tries not to stare too long. If you were the only thing he looked at for the rest of his life, he'd be content.

He strokes at your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. He almost seems afraid to touch you. For a moment he is, but that quickly wears off when you moan. He can't help but watch the way you squirm and writhe under his touch. How the delicate fabric clings to your skin from how wet you are. He hates how much he enjoys seeing you like this. It feels wrong.

“Please,” there’s a hazy look in your eyes.

He swallows hard. You’re not thinking straight, he thinks, this is so wrong.

He pulls down your panties, throwing them aside with your pants. You tug off your shirt, quickly tossing it aside. His hands come up to palm at your breasts through the fabric of your bra. He gently tugs the fabric down, exposing your breasts. Your nipples harden in the cool air. As wrong as it feels, you would be lying if you said your partner wasn't attractive. Not only is he handsome, and one of the most powerful sorcerers you have met, he was a close—if not your closest—friend.

Nanami’s touches are feather-light. It's not that he's worried about hurting you—though the fear of that is there—he doesn't want this to ruin your friendship. He doesn't want you to view him differently because of this. The two of you have gone through much together; he doesn't want this to make things awkward. He’s just wanted you for so long.

He never intended for his work life to cross over into his home life. That was until you came along. Nanami can't imagine a life without you around.

Two of his fingers press against your entrance, his thumb circling your clit. His fingers are long, and fairly thick. Only one enters you at first, but you’re wet enough he adds a second one not long after. His fingers curl, stroking against your g-spot. His touch feels like too much yet not enough. You desperately grind against his hand, chasing your own release.

If he can just get you to finish, maybe he can wait it out. You’ve clearly got it worse than him. Right?

He pulls you up into a kiss. His lips taste sweet. Your lips part, allowing his tongue into your mouth. His chest presses against yours. Your thighs tighten around his hand, though not in an attempt to stop him.

Heat pools low in your stomach, slowly building in intensity. You moan into Nanami's mouth. You're reduced to a whining, whimpering mess under his hand.

His free hand moves to cup your cheek, tilting your head so your gaze meets his. A sleepy grin spreads across your face. The pad of his thumb brushes over your glossy lips. In a moment of lucidity you wrap your lips around it, swirling your tongue around the digit.

Nanami almost forgets how to breathe. Nobody can get him nearly as flustered as you can.

The coil in your stomach snaps. If you knew how much you gushed around Nanami's fingers, you'd be blushing. Your cunt clenches around his fingers as you ride out your orgasm on his hand.

Your first orgasm provides no relief. In a matter of seconds—probably less time than that if you're being honest—you're ready for another round.

You work the last few buttons of his shirt open before he gets impatient and pulls the thing over his head. You let out an audible “oh!” at the sight of his chest. It's more toned than you expected; not that you’ve given it much thought.

“Like what you see?” He says in a sudden moment of boldness that it surprises both of you.

You nod. Now really isn't the time to be shy, but you can't help it.

He's painfully hard, his erect cock leaking precum against his thigh. The tent in his pants is impressive to say the least. You get on your knees, tugging his pants down his hips. You were right to notice his bulge. He's huge. Long and thick. Uncut too. The hairs towards the base of his cock are light—a similar sandy blonde as the hair on his head—and neatly trimmed. He always takes care of himself. A prominent vein runs up the bottom. A small pang of guilt hits you when you realize how needy his cock looks. His chest, the tips of his nose and ears, and the head of his cock are all dusted with pink. He looks at you with such adoration it makes your chest flutter.

You slide off the couch, getting on your knees. Nanami parts his legs just enough for you to kneel between them.

His eyes go wide the moment your lips touch his cock. You press kitten licks to the tip, watching the way his lip twitches in frustration. Nanami’s hands bury in your hair. The feeling of his nails raking against your scalp makes goosebumps raise along your skin. What you can’t fit in your mouth, you stroke with your hands. Saliva runs down your chin in streams, tears stained black with eyeliner streaming down your cheeks.

The only sign that he’s about to orgasm is the way he tilts his head back, cursing.

When he cums, he cums a lot. It's thick, but runny, and has almost no taste to it at all. His cum spills out the corners of your mouth when you pull off of him, releasing him with a pop!

Without thinking, you swallow.

With how long he stares down at you, it almost seems like you’ve done something wrong.

You can't stop the squeak you let out as he hauls you into his lap. He lays back, guiding your hips so you’re kneeling above his face.

“What are you-”

“It’s only fair that I return the favor,” he says.

No matter how hard you try, he doesn't let you wriggle out of his grasp.

“I- I don't want to suffocate you.” You say.

The amount of his testicles Nanami would cut off just to get a taste of your cunt… He’ll give you a hint, it's more than one and less than three.

“You won't.” He said. Even if you could—which you couldn't, he’s stronger than he looks—he’d die happy.

Your thighs cradle his head in an almost perfect way. There's almost no better feeling. His tongue dips between your folds, circling your clit. You taste sweet, he notes. A kiss is pressed to your clit before long, slow strokes of a hot tongue lavish it in affection. He kneads your thighs gently all while alternating between licking and sucking on your bundle of nerves.

He wants nothing more than to take his time with you. After all, he’s got years to make up for.

You can feel and hear him panting against your dripping sex. He can do little to hide the way he grinds his bulge against the couch. He grunts when you tug his hair, guiding him to where you need him most.

There's a feeling of emptiness as you cum, your walls contracting around nothing where something should be. You ride out your orgasm with a series of short, high pitched moans, rocking your cunt against his mouth. Nanami takes all of it in stride, lewdly slurping at your sex. Your thighs shake, your cunt spasming as he continues to press kitten licks to your clit.

And god- the sight of his face; his lips wet and slick from your cunt, eyes hazy with lust, his hair a mess.

"It's no use." You say. It's in-between whimpers and moans. Even as your second orgasm approaches, you feel no sense of relief. "I need your cock."

He feels himself twitch with need. His cock barely went soft the first time he came. Nanami wants nothing more than to sink his length into your warm, wet cunt.

He doesn't bother carrying you to your room. He would have fucked you in the car if you asked. He’d fuck you on every flat surface of your apartment if you wanted him too.

His cock presses against your entrance, rubbing at your folds. He doesn't mean to tease you, he just wants to drag this out as long as he can. You're so wet you take his cock with no resistance. He groans at the feeling of your cunt as you sink onto him.

Cumming on his tongue is intoxicating, but it feels like nothing in comparison to his cock. Nothing substitutes for the hot, full sensation of his cock inside of you. You string together words in some desperate attempt to make a sentence. Being completely filled is making you woozy. Nanami fits just so well inside of you. It's like you were made for this. You're not sure if it's the pollen, or just him, but you can feel every ridge and vein on his cock.

"Can't believe-" he huffs, "can't believe you got tighter after cumming twice."

"Please Ken," you whimper.

It hurts, but it feels too nice to stop. Nanami can't tear his eyes away from the way your tits bounce as you ride him. The sounds of skin slapping on skin echo through the room, mingling with his grunts and your moans, creating a lewd cacophony.

"Fuck," he says, his seemingly calm demeanor fading, "you're so fucking pretty."

Gojo would give him shit about this for weeks if he knew…

You're starting to think he meant to do this.

"I'm going to kill him," you say, although it's hard to stay mad for long.

“Me too,” he says.

Your orgasm rolls over you like a wave, throwing you around and spitting you back out, leaving you an absolute mess. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Eyeliner runs down your face in streams, leaving black trails across your skin. It's the first time you've cum from g-spot stimulation alone. But it's also the same as the other two times you've cum: you're ready for another round instantly.

At some point in time Nanami gets on top. Your legs lock around his back, pulling him in. Maybe you blacked out. Exhaustion creeps into your limbs, leaving them sore and wobbly.

Nanami thrusts harder, trying to quell the fire that pits in his stomach. He doesn't warn you that he's coming. If he's being honest, he didn't know he was either. You just feel hot ropes of his cum fill you, spilling out, staining your couch. When he cums, his cock doesn't even go soft. If anything he’s harder. Almost instantly he’s ready for another round. He's never felt anything quite like this.

The sensation of his cum dripping out of you, running down your thighs in streams is bizarre. There's so much of it. You don't want him to stop. He brings a hand down to give your ignored clit some attention. His spare hand wipes your tears away, his thumb gently brushing across your cheek.

Even as he's made you cum for the nth time tonight he doesn't stop. The two of you can only fuck and cum until you're no longer sure where your body ends and his begins. It doesn't feel like enough. You’ve never been so full. He wants to cum in you and breed you until your womb is swollen with his child.

At some point he collapses from exhaustion—he thinks—and he's certain the two of you are going to die. No human can survive this, he thinks, that's impossible.

Neither of you died.

It could be minutes, it could be hours; by the time you wake up the sun has set completely. You're not sure what time it is, but judging by how long the sky's been dark, it must have been a while. Nanami snores softly, his drool pooling in the valley between your breasts. You card a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. One of his eyes cracks open. He can't tell if he’s dreaming or not. If he is, then this is too good to be true.

"You still with me?" You ask.

He nods.

You're cradled chest to chest, his heartbeat as steady and alive as ever. He pulls out slowly, admiring the mess between your thighs. Even in his sobering state he finds you truly beautiful. From the way your skin glints with sweat to the way you run your tongue over your parched lips. You stretch out, trying to work the stiffness out of your limbs. You’re certain you’ll be sore in the morning.

Nanami disappears into the kitchen, returning with two glasses of water. What you could really use is a shower.

If you want, he'll never mention this again. He's starstruck by your naked form, his cum dripping down your thighs. Part of him wants to see you like this every night. But that might still be the pollen talking.

He's sputtering out an apology; stringing words together in hopes of begging for your forgiveness.

"I didn't think that's how it'd happen," you say, shrugging, "but…"

You really can't complain. Everyone but Nanami seemed to realize how head over heels you were for each other.

"You… liked it?" He asks.

If you didn't like it, he would know. Nanami can't believe it.

"Minus the nearly dying part." You say. "I've spent the past year and a half trying to get in your pants. So yeah."

Instantly his face turns red. How has he not noticed? He's both mortified, and relieved that you feel the same—or at least similar to him. Then the embarrassment hits him. He didn't think he could be more embarrassed than he was standing naked in your living room.

"I'm gonna go shower." You say. He gives a nod in response, stopping dead in his tracks when you say: "join me."